Kajos: Right, I was just rereading some of my old stuff including The Genius and The SO and I read it and look at the reviews and remembered how much I loved writing it and the plot I had in mind for those twenty years, or at least the fun parts of them. So I'm writing it, I've chosen the title Finding 'Family' as the main plot of this is not just to do with the struggle of raising kids in an eviroment like Atlantis but also the struggle of people trying to return to the nucleus family style of raising children. Having to battle both their own lack of parenting knowledge and old system that disapproves. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed having it in my head.

John fidgetted all the way through the mission debrief. He just wanted to go get his medical and make sure Rodney was okay. He hadn't been looking great and had nausea when he left a few days ago and it had been eating at John the whole time.

"Well, I think that's everything." Dr Weir finally said. John was out of his seat before she finished the sentence. Weir just smiled at his second in command EL who had been on the mission with him.

"That bad?" She asked.

"You have no idea, ma'am." He said shaking his head and smiling a little at his memories of the last few days. EL loved this assignment, General JO had told him the place was relaxed and suited him but he hadn't expected this. EL was a rarity in the armed forces, he had only come into the proffession at the age of 8. Before that he had been training as a designer and painter. After his parents were killed though he lost all feel for art and left in the hands of the state had been reluctantly placed into the military. He had since discovered an apptitude for paperwork and was an excellent SIC. Plus since his arrival in the beautiful alien city he had also refound his muse. He loved Atlantis and he loved to see his CO and his husband, the man was every inch a commanding officer until his love walked into the room and he transformed into the conscerned spouse.

John went straight to his office, sick or not Rodney would be working anyway so the quickest way to find him would be to check the office and then ask in the main Lab, he would have called but Rodney often took out his radio when he was busy. Rodney was lieing on the couch in their office napping with his hands folded over his stomach. John walked across quietly and sat down next to him stroking his hair to rouse him.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Tired."

"I can see that. Still feeling ill?"

"Yeah, I went to see Carson yesterday. He said he'd get back to me when he had done the blood work."

"That bad?"

"Not all the time but I knew you'd be happier if I went to him than if I let it fester."

"Too right. You want to head up and sleep in the bed rather than here?" He asked thinking how bad the couch was for Rodney's back.

"Yeah I guess." He said and heaved himself up.

John grabbed the radio when it started to beep, before it woke up Rodney.

"Yes?" He asked

"Colonel? It's Dr Beckett. Rodney came to see me the other day." The good doctor sounded odd on the phone.

"Yeah, he said. Is everything okay?" John asked.

"Oh grand lad. If you and Rodney could pop into the infirmry sometime though so I can have a word with you both about the results."

"But everythings fine?"

"Aye, just a small thing. Nothing urgent." John couldn't quiet place what that sound in his voice was, it worried him,

"Okay, we'll be there in a bit." He said and hung up wanting to get Rodney up and down there soon. He leant over him on the bed and shook him gently. He was out like a light though. John didn't want to be too rough, he looked around for a good way to wake him up. He eyes rested on the coffee pot. He smiled and stood padding quietly across the room to fill a mug with the smooth rich roast. He took it back and waved it carefully under his nose. He grinned and chuckled as the mans nose visably twiched and he began ot wake up and reach for the hot caffine. He pulled it out of reach not wanting Rodney to fumble and scold himself with his sleep befuddled hands.

"Dr Beckett rang, he has the results of your tests. Wants us to go down and see him about them." He said quietly.

"Mmm...coffee." Was the only response he got. He helped Rodney sit up and handed him the magical elixer of life. Once he'd finished the mug John took it and put it on the bedside table.

"Listening now?"

"Yes, sorry, go on."

"Dr Beckett called. He has your results. He wants us to go talk to him." Rodney perked up at that wanting to know why he was so tired all the time.

"Oh, okay, I'll get sorted and we can head straight down."

It took Rodney a matter of minutes to pull on a fresh shirt and shake the sleep out his eyes. John pulled his boots back on and they headed for the transporter.

Carson was stiching up Ronon's arm as they arrived the big man was having issues with getting his head around how Atlantis worked. He was more than a bit rough with the SOs when they spared and accidents kept happening. John was going to have to ban them from knife work until they could get it under control.

"Right with you, I'm almost finished here." He said putting in the final stitch on the silent runner. "Right, you lad, can go. But don't go pulling those stitches again. Your not bloody superman." Ronon grunted and walked out. The Scot turned to face his best friends. He face lit up with a beaming smile. "Come into my office." They followed him into the small room and sat down.

"So, whats up doctor?" John asked holding Rodney's hand protectivly.

"You can relax Colonel. I only asked you to come in so that I could see your faces when I told you. Rodney, the only thing different about you this week is that your pregnant."

Rodney's jaw dropped to the ground and John lept into the air punching it and wooping.

"What? Seriously?" Rodney asked.

"Yes, lad. Your tired cause you've got a little one to look after as well as yourself." Carson said with a grin.

"Rodney are you happy about this?" John asked worried by the lack of reaction.

"Of course I'm happy you idoit, we're going to have a kid. Ours, yours and mine. It's inside me now." Rodney said with a look of happy wonderment on his face. John couldn't help but lean down and kiss his husband.

"It's great isn't it? You know what else? It's going to be smart and beautiful. Just like it's dad."

"Yeah and then the american military are going to take it away from us." Rodney said his face dropping. Carson and John deflated at his words as well for a moment before John puffed back up.

"Well, looks like we have nine months to either get the law changed or have Atlantis go independent." John said carefully before pulling his husband to his feet and in to his arms. "We can do it." He whispered.