Alright, the original character Kryssa is in my other Fanfic story. Yes... that one started out good, and ending in not good... If you want to know exactly what she is... go ahead and find her in there. But I think you can probably live without knowing! (actually I believe I deleted those...) And if you can't, or hate my stories... well, you can KISS my pearly white Cheeks! That or give some advice xD (still wondering whether or not I deleted those?)

MY STORIES : Now with 74 less Suckage!

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CHAPTER ONE : Not Getting Along?

"Do you mind?" A lazy voice drawled out of a tall mans mouth as his fingers flicked the bottom of some rugged old shoes, that had been propped up against the console he was currently working with.

"No.." mumbled another voice cheerily, this one was much more feminine.

The males eyes rolled to the side, "Can you move your feet?" his voice wasn't incredibly patient sounding, not that it usually was. But something about this particular person, really seemed to erk one Dr. Rodney Mckay. Who had spent the last few weeks going over ship schematics with Atlantis's new Guest of honour. Who seemed to show no enthusiasm to the work at hand.

The girls ice blue eyes darted toward Rodney, the metal mechanisms around her temple catching the light, as they usually did. "Aren't we a bit grumpy today?" Her voice was high with entertainment, as she leaned backward, letting her legs slip from the sturdy console and onto the floor in front of her.

The blonde girl had been here almost two months, and had already found a list of ways to annoy their resident physicist.

"No, not Grumpy... just utterly annoyed!" Rodney's voice was sarcastic and cold, his eyes only glanced toward the rather luscious blonde sitting beside him once or twice. Today was just another day. Another day Rodney had to be trapped inside a small room, with the most annoying alien he had ever encountered on a mission. With few exceptions. "Would you stop that?" he finally snapped, turning 90 degrees and straightening his back, giving the pale girl a look that would cause any of the scientists under him to stir with fear. But the girl simply blinked innocently back at him. That same perky grin on her round cheeks as always.

"Rodney, you wanted my help. Weir specifically told me to come here and-"

"HELP," Mckay interrupted easily, something he found himself doing more often than not, "She sent you here to help, NOT... touch all of Rodneys things," his fingers swept forward, indicating the small device that blondey had noticed and was now holding.

"Last time I checked, this wasn't yours Rodney!" Her smile curled up into a smirk, as she set the object down against the table, extra carefully... just to bother the scientist.

"Last time I checked... you weren't part of my science crew or this expedition, So if you don't mind Kryssa... I'd like some privacy!" Mckay pointed toward the door. The man didn't move an inch, didn't answer another question... not until the girl's grin faded. With it, so did the sturdy hold he had on his arm, and it soon dropped, along with her cheeky smile.

"Fine," The blonde attempted a grin, but couldn't manage, instead she turned and left the room... leaving Rodney to his toys. And feeling as though he might have gone too far.

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Her fingers curled into a tight ball, swaying wildly back and forth at her sides. Arms stiff and her head held low, huffing in a childish manor. Mckay hadn't spoken like that to her before. Sure she got the usual annoying quips and angry glares, but that was a common thing for Kryssa to see. She was rather annoying... But today? She hadn't done anything to bother the Canadian! And was quite annoyed herself, by the fact that he had asked her to leave.

She moved slowly through the halls, biting lightly against her bottom lip and wondering if perhaps she had done something to tweak the mans cords. With a low sigh, she stopped moving, standing around a recently turned corner, and raising her glare from the floor, to the opposite side of the hall. With a mild nod, she decided it would be best to give the man his space, and going back to confront him was an awful idea.

Unless...

"Kryssa?" The blonde turned to see a familiar face John Sheppard was standing off to the side, "Are you feeling okay?"

Kryssa looked at the taller male oddly for a moment, as if the question was quite random. "Its just that your standing... in the middle of the hallway," he took a step forward, to look down the long stretch of corridor, seeing nothing at the end, "And staring at the... wall?"

Kryssa's blank look churned lightly, and now she was smiling. "Oh," a slight laugh escaped her lips, "No, no nothings wrong, I was just thinking."

"About?" Sheppard stepped forward, cocking his eyebrow and folding both his arms over his chest. The Colonel was going fairly casual today, and only had half of his uniform on.

"Rodney... he's being," she stopped, catching her tongue before continuing. Instead she thought of a much 'politer' word to describe it, "huffy..." her head did a sort of sideways nod. As if her brain had been battling its own thoughts.

"He's in one of his moods is he?" Sheppard grinned, dropping his hands to his side.

"Moods?"

Sheppard did the same sort of side ways nod, matching Kryssa's almost perfectly before looking back at the small blonde girl, "Yah. He gets... Moody," he grinned. It was a boyish smile Kryss had come to see often. "I guess it would be a bad time to ask him for some help..." Sheppard furrowed his brow.

One of the Colonels hands lifted, brushing up and through his thick black hair, he took to staring at the floor and had momentarily forgotten about the conversation.

"I could help!" Sheppard's eyes shot up toward Kryssa, he looked at her oddly and finally shook his head.

"Really, its more of a Rodney thing... scientific and all that," his smile took on an awkward appeal.

Kryssa, wasn't to pleased by this statement, her smile... once again, had faded. Although instead of a normal and distraught look, Kryss was glaring forward at her friend. "Fine," her voice was high, much higher than usual. And seemed eerily upbeat.

"Kryss?"

"Nope..." it was haunting, "Its okay, you don't think I can handle it, Understandable," Sheppard couldn't help but cringe.

"I didn't exactly say that I was just-"

"NO," her hands shot out in front of her, "No, Ill go get Rodney, He can help you!" Kryss turned away from him, and began heading back toward the Canadian Scientists lab. "What was it you needed fixed? A-" But she was stopped by a sudden had on her shoulder. The Colonel had grabbed it and was now turning her around.

"On second thought," he paused, talking slowly out of frustration, "I'd prefer your help to Mckays!" he nodded, sliding his hand down her shoulder and grabbing her small wrists. With a sudden tug, they were off, Kryssa letting the Colonel drag her off to whatever problem they had cooked up today.

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There was a low clicking noise, and nothing but it. Undisturbed, and unbroken. The sound filled the quiet room as Mckay's fingers spread across the keyboard to one of his laptops. It wasn't long before the clicking and sliding subsided. Mckay had found himself staring at the screen in front of him, unable to concentrate. He had been thinking, thinking hard. And was unable to come up with a solution for a minor problem they were having with the plumbing systems.

Straightening his body, he turned to the side, ready to ask Kryssa a long list of questions. He was too late to realize he had recently sent Kryss out of the lab, and began speaking to no one. Of course it took only a few seconds for him to realize that the blonde girls chair... was empty. "Kryssa," the man gave a look as if he hadn't remembered sending the girl away out of irritation. And with a quick snap of his fingers he remembered what had happened only moments earlier.

He sighed, shaking his head and spinning round in the chair until finally he was clear of his own table, and stood. With a muffled grunt the man began walking to the door, his hand momentarily raising to smack the black ear piece "Sheppard come in?"

There was a muffle of sound, a sudden jolt of static and then a respond, "Um yeah?"

Mckay stopped in his tracks, his eyebrow furrowing. The man hadn't even made it half way down the hall, "What are you doing?"

"Mckay?" there was a pause on Sheppards end, "Just a second..." more static.

"Hello?" A new voice appeared on the other end, a familiar voice

"Kryssa?" Mckay began moving again.

"Yeee-aaah? Need-some-thing?" Mckay could hear her grunt in-between words and picked up the pace a bit.

"What's going on? Where are you?"

"There's no need to panic Rodney! Were fine... although this door wont be if it doesn't..." the girls voice trailed off, and Mckay swore he heard a loud banging sound over the radio.

"If it doesn't what?" The scientist had stopped again, dropping both his arms in an irritated slouch.

"Ha.. ha ha," Kryssa paused, there was another bang, and a zapping sound, "I came to help Sheppard fix his door! But...ouch"

"But you can't?" Mckay grinned, once again starting to move down the hall.

"No... No, I got it open," he could hear the annoyance in her voice, "But, it closed again. And now... we are kinda stuck in his room."

"And why didn't you call for help?" Rodney asked, rolling his eyes and sighing heavily.

There was more shuffling on the other end, "We didn't feel the need to trouble you!" it was Sheppard.

"Oh please, it would take me a total of five minutes to fix your door!"

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Sheppard turned with a sigh, looking over toward Kryssa, who had gotten annoyed and took to smashing her hands against the bulky metal door. The ship was currently heading toward an empty area of space, where Atlantis's long range sensors had found a small, and almost dead signal of a battle worn Ancient ship. It was supposed to be a smooth sailing mission, some of Mckays men had already sent back ship schematics and the scientist had been studying them throughout the 3 hour trip with Kryssa.

Sheppard was left with nothing to do, and decided on a quick nap. But for some reason his door wouldn't open. Now here he was.

The Colonels eyes traced over Kryssa as she bashed her hands against the door one more time. He watched as her hand quickly snapped up toward her ear, yanking off the ear piece and throwing it at Sheppard, who fumbled with it in his hands for a few seconds before drawing it up to his own ear.

He couldn't help but smirk at Kryssa, who had suddenly taken to mumbling rude references about Mckay under her breath as she opened the control panel for the second time. "We didn't feel the need to trouble you!"

Kryssa lurched back her head to glare at the boyish smirk now playing across Johns face.

"It would have taken me what? Five minutes to open you door... Hold on," he could almost hear Rodney's nose lift into the air, "I'm heading over!"

"Mckay... You had me at Sheppard come in!" John stopped for a second, as another loud crashing sound came from Kryssa's direction, He gave her a rather annoyed look and turned away before she could threaten him with the corner of a lamp.

"Take your time..."

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Mckay's eyebrow cocked upward at the last statement. But the man didn't bother trying to figure out what Sheppard had meant. Instead he stopped moving so quickly, and started moving at his normal pace, having busted into a sort of frantic flailing walk at some point during the conversation.

Mere seconds had passed when Rodney turned the final corner, coming up to one of the crew quarters on the Orion. The man had been back and forth from here to the lab, who knows how many times. But somehow, he always seems to get slightly lost.

With a wave of his hand Mckay smacked the small earpiece once more, "Alright, alright I'm here noAAW-" The man flinched to the side, wrapping his arms around his chest and kicking off of the ground for a second. He looked like a twelve year old who had just seen a mouse skitter across the floor. Only it was a sudden loud banging on the other side of Sheppard's door that had scar... startled him.

"Mckay?" Sheppard sounded slightly shocked, although Rodney was sure her heard a muffled titter on the other side of the radio. "Are you alright?"

The physicists jaw clenched forward, "I'm fine... slipped! Now, what seems to be the problem?" The man bent forward, opening the control panel next to the door and scanning the scene. It was the basic, three crystal system. "Did you try moving the top crystal down and bridging the-"

"Yes," That familiar female voice appeared.

"Would you two," Mckay raised his hand and paused, closing his eyes tightly with annoyance before breathing in and continuing calmly, "stop switching the radio around."

"Just get us out Rodney!"

"Okay, well the bridging should have worked-"

"It didn't..."

"I know it didn't I was saying it should have but-"

"Didn't..." Kryssa's voice was oddly upbeat. Leaving Mckay to straighten in irritation.

"Look, do you want out of the room or not?"

"I could stand to be in here a bit longer, I am with Sheppard!"

Mckay's eyes bulged slightly, "Whats that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing Rodney, Just... get us out,"

"No not until you explain wh-"

"MCKAY," it was Johns voice on the radio now. How they switched back and forth so quickly amazed him.

"On it..." The Physcisist mumbled, hunching over once more to look at the control panel. "Perhaps if we bridge both sides at once?" There was a mummer of agreement on the other side as he reached out to lower the top crystal and held the other one steady, "On three? One... Two... Three..."

Nothing happened.

"Wait... did you mean one two three Go.. or On Three, the number?"

"I mean on Three, THREE the number!" Rodney straightened, looking to the roof as if it was the one to make such a stupid mistake, he gave an exasperated sigh, and bent over to try again. "On three... One, two, three!" It took only a second for the crystals to glow and with a proud smirk he watched as the door slid open.

Kryssa holding the crystals and looking rather pleased, while Sheppard stood back a ways, letting her work. There were a few damaged or bent objects littering the floor, and the two stared back at Mckay, trying not to smile.

"What have you two been doing?"

Kryssa straightened her back, arching herself to smirk back at Sheppard before walking forward, brushing past the stunned scientist who's mouth was now open... and dry.

John chuckled and left behind her, giving Rodney a pat on the shoulder.

Mckay stood there a moment longer, raising his finger, turning to follow suit, "What aren't you telling me?"

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TBC: yes yes...

Alright! I went on an adventure to seek out my deleted story. And YES. It is gone! So... Here is the brief tiddle dee on Miss Kryss. (I know it sounds far fetched, But I had a whole list of things about who she was) - She calls herself the "drainer" she has bits of metal sticking out of her skin, around her eyes. In her head there is a supper computer, made by the ancients for the ancients. She is basically a walking techno-machine that was created to store information. She is human. And resents the ancients. Some of her bones have metal encasing them (yes like wolverine) which makes her a high conductor for electricity.

Near the jaw line on her neck, there is an accessible data port. You can see what that's for later. She is not a robot, just a walking Ancient database - a computer. She can reboot, delete information, download information, shut down... and numerous other things the team hasn't discovered yet.

-thats most of it. Understood? If you have any other questions, ask. its not like I eat people... for dinner, with a side of shrimp cocktail in hot sauce.