1This is a result of bunny overflow. It's sort of like Romeo and Juliet; it starts out as a comedy, but ends up a tragic romance (hopefully). Don't worry; I don't plan on having anyone commit suicide.

The M rating is for later chapters. The first few are more of the happy fluffy type.

BANG TITTLE TITTLE BONG

Gareth looked at his partner in silent amusement. Mahalo was, as usual, talking. It seemed she was always talking, unless she was laughing, or singing. Now, the general subject was about airplanes, though originally the conversation had been about possible expansion of the living quarters.

"...and Damanku is convinced he will be able to fly over the mountains. Can you imagine what you would be able to scry from that height?" asked Mahalo, grinning as she dropped under-ripe fruit into her basket.

"A great many things," he answered, heaving an empty basket up the tree to where they were perched.

"I envy him. To fly would be unimaginable." She closed her eyes, obviously trying to prove her last statement false.

"I shan't hope for anything more than imagining. I would prefer to keep my feet on something solid." he intoned, lowering the full basket down.

Mahalo rolled her eyes, a curious mannerism she picked up from Dr. Peter. "You spend all your time on something solid, Gareth. When will you learn to chance climbing on thinner branches?"

"When you cease making your home in them." he retorted

"I will stop chancing it only when one falls from under my feet," she informed him.

"I shall hope it shan't be from a great height," he replied. Mahalo opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by a loud screeching noise. Both adolescents looked towards the sky in time to see a large flock of birds ascend to the air.

"Gareth..." Mahalo said her eyes still fixed on the living cloud. "Gareth, that is the direction of the Stargate."

Gareth's heart beat a faster tempo as the implications of that statement set in.

It could, of coarse, be delegates from another world, here to sign a treaty. It could be refugees, here seeking sanctuary from the Wraith. It could be raiders, planning to steal his people's food and technology.

Or, it could be the Atlanteans, here to find Peter at last.

If they even existed at all, that is.

My thanks to Olivia, who bravely volunteered to be my beta and didn't run screaming when I sent her this. You have my eternal gratitude.

It's what I say at the end

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