Note: Cally was a member of a team at the SGC before she volunteered to go on the Atlantis Expedition. This important for the rest of the story after this chapter!

This chapter is more of a filler for the next chapter where the plot really picks up, a month after Cally moved to London!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. No, really! I don't!


Miss Me Yet?

Chapter 2: Finding Something Old

- I started to realize something was wrong when after twenty minutes no one had come over to take readings, not even Doctors McKay or Zelenka. I tapped Doctor McKay on the shoulder, but he didn't turn around. I tried Doctor Zelenka next, but he did the same thing. After trying a few of the other scientists, I tried to talk to them…. -

Cally heard a beeping sound and reached for her radio, only to touch her new cell phone. Her eyes snapped open as she grimaced.

"I am never going to get used to that." She swore and picked up the phone.

It was a text message from Myles. Cally's lips curled into a smile. She'd only met the curator a week ago, and he was already a good friend. He was her only friend in London so far, but that was slowly changing. Cally had gone to lunch with him the day after she'd met him. Victoria, Myles's retired and gorgeous wife, had come as well. Victoria had promised to show her the best stores in London, and to take her to Paris. It turned out that Victoria was not only retired, but a retired archeologist who'd been curious when Myles had told her about meeting 'Captain Cally Everet' wandering about the BM at all hours.

Myles's text message consisted of two words. "You're late!"

Cally, puzzled, called him back.

"Myles Carter." Myles's voice came through.

"I wasn't aware I had anywhere to be late to Myles." Cally was amused.

There was a chuckle. "I meant that you were late to the museum. I'm becoming so used to see you loitering in the Egyptian exhibits early in the morning that when I couldn't find you I was a bit worried."

Cally yawned softly. "Sorry, I slept in today." She checked her clock, it was ten am. "I haven't been able to do that for years."

Myles nodded, though Cally couldn't see him. "Due to military life, I'm assuming?"

"Something like that." Cally agreed, though the threat of nightmares, an aftereffect of being entirely too close to both Goa'uld and Wraith attacks on far too many occasions, was sometimes an issue.

"Well, have a good day. Victoria sends her love. Go back to sleep! You probably need it." He knew how much time she spent wandering London.

"You have no idea." Cally said wryly, mind drifting back to Atlantis's corridors, and wished her friend a good day as well, before hanging up. She held her phone in her hand as she drifted away, as if to assure herself that it was a phone, not a radio.

Cally slept until three without interruption, which was a blessing in itself, as the upstairs neighbors were usually loud, and crawled from her apartment in search of food.

London, still made her breathless. After wandering through a few back streets, Cally found herself in one of the many gardens near Buckingham Palace. It was March, she'd left the SGC in the middle of January, so it was still cold in England, while back home it would have started to thaw out slightly. It was almost always temperate on Lantea. She missed waking to the sight of the sea lapping over the piers.

The gardens were nice though flowers would improve them. Cally milled with the fast walking crowds easily, like a native rather than a tourist. Being on an SG team helped with that, since blending in was occasionally the best way not to get killed. She was still getting used to the noise a few million people could create. When she was hungry enough her feet carried her to a sandwich shop, where she bought a BLT, a food rapidly becoming a staple of her diet, and kept walking. Cally hummed as she walked. Real food was so much better than MRE's.

As she walked, Cally wasn't able to loose the feeling of restlessness that had been creeping over her recently. Drifting in and out of the British Museum was interesting, but Cally was starting to get the feeling that she needed to do something... more. Going through the Stargate every week had generated plenty of paperwork to keep her busy, and coupled with her other duties, she'd had very little time to herself. Now, away from the Air Force, away from standing orders and Earth - saving tasks, Cally had no idea what to do with herself.

Around five, when most of the shops were closed or closing, Cally wandered past a music supply store, selling instruments and sheet music. The store clerk looked annoyed with her when she walked in, apparently ignoring the sign displaying closing times, but kept the store open in case she bought anything. After a few minutes, he noticed that she was lurking by the reams of music paper.

"Ye a composer?" He asked, coming over.

"I used to do a lot, nothing serious, but not much anymore." Cally touched the sheets wistfully. "I don't want to keep you. Are you open tomorrow?"

"Everyday luv."

Cally left with a few sheets of the blank sheet music, even though she knew she'd never use it. It was more an indulgence from high school than anything.

It had gotten dark out, and Cally knew an Indian restaurant near her flat, so she headed that way. Halfway there, while watching other women she own age, dressed to the nines, edge towards clubs, Cally noticed a few people heading towards a large pub. She followed them, paid the five pounds in the line for admission and entered a bright, cheerful and excited atmosphere.

The best way to get information, she'd discovered off-world, was to ask the barman what was happening in the area. When she sidled up to the bar, she yelled over the music at her. "What's going on? Is there a concert?"

The bartender blinked. "A Yank?" Then shrugged and pointed her brightly painted nails to the stage. "Live talent night. You want a drink or what?"

Cally got a beer, light because she hated the taste of anything else, and sat at the bar. The first band got on stage and as they opened their mouths to play, Cally felt a thought cascade into her mind.

She knew what the sheet music was for.

- You'd think they'd notice someone singing Deck the Halls in the middle of Lantean July, right? They left for lunch after the third rendition, and left me standing in the room, like I'd never been there. -


Sorry! Sorry! Slow chapter! I know! It will get better! Cally's still just adjusting! Next chapter will be better!

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