A/N: Well, What started out as late night ramblings, has turned into my newest story...well, at least SOMEONE likes it...I run on reviews, loves!
And to bribe you...a little plot twist...with Police lyrics!
And the disclaimer that was admittedly forgotten...it hasn't. Don't own, no sue, Kapish?
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
He stood up straight, bracing himself for the jump to hyperspace. He was used to this...he remembers...that it gave a little jolt. He stood at the window, hands clasped behind his back. Looking directly at the star of the system, watching it give way to a blue-ish purple stream. He's been in hyperspace before...he thinks. Everythings fuzzy. He woke up here, in this room. The door was locked, but he remembers that they did that so he wouldn't be frightened. But it's all fuzz...like an imagination of someone elses thoughts...
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
Everything was murky. This place, the people on it that have yet to show themselves. And most of all, himself. They streamed in a loop amongst his mind. It drove out the other thoughts. Even when he himself wasn't thinking, there was a small tingle in the back of his skull, a faint buzz of always happening activity. It made his head ache slightly. The hands unclasped from behind him, making a bee-line to massage his temples. Doing so, he strode over to the bed, sitting at the end. "mmm..." he groaned, and the hands ruffled his already messy mop of dark hair.
The door opened, and he sat up, looking at the woman who entered, smiling at him. "'Lizabeth..." he greeted. The word was familiar, yet foreign to his tongue. "Hello." she replied, sitting next to him. Elizabeth...Weir. Dr. Weir, leader of Atlantis, captured by Asurans, now the lone leader. Her smile became a little wider. "You must seem a bit over whelmed."
He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Kinda. This is all...like, wow." he gestured with his free hand. She hid a small laugh, folding her hands in her lap. "Yes. Well, you'll get over it quickly. I know...it's a bit...big."
"Chyeah." he added.
"Well...the best way to get rid of that, let's take a tour, shall we?"
He smalled charmingly, nodding. "What ever you say, 'Lizabeth. You're the boss." He smiled again, looking at her face. She smiled at him, but it had a little less luster, and there was a hint...of longing? Maybe sadness? "You okay?" he questioned, searching her face with his blue eyes. It was gone in a tick, and she stood, him following. "Oh, yes. Perfectly. Come on. Let's go. Penny tour." he smiled, taking her arm in his. "I'm ready. Anything you got. Throw it at me."
"Oh, Jon..." she said, smacking him lightly on the arm. "Let's go then..."
"Uh...Rodney?"
"Hm?"
"Where's Lisa?"
He looked up from the tablet, into the face of Colonel Carter. "Oh...out there." he gestured with his thumb. The balcony door in the lab was open, and leaning back, Sam could see the young woman/Replicator leaning against the railing, seemingly talking to herself. "Erm, Rodney. I know it's been two weeks, and your research is coming along...but shouldn't you be...watching her?"
The scientist's brow furrowed. "I am watching her. What's she going to do, jump?" Carter shrugged. "Well, out there, I don't have to deal with her singing."
Her eyebrows shot up. "Singing?"
"Yeah, one of the doctors let her listen to some music, for some reason. And she hasn't stopped. So I put her out there..."
And with that, he went back to reading, leaving a confused Carter looking at him. "Go see for yourself."
Taking a few steps she exited to the balcony. Lisabeth was leaning against the railing casually, looking around at the sea and sky. And yes, she was indeed singing.
"Where I'd like to go...In a year or so...do you really want to know?" she went on. Sam raised an eyebrow. What song was that? "By the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet, by the sea, Mr. Todd, oh I know you'd love it -OH! Colonel Carter!" She stood with a start, curly hair flying. Boy she picked up on things like a sponge..."Uh, Lisa, you don't have to do that every time I go somewhere..."
The Replicator relaxed, sighing. "Okay. Sorry...I see everyone else doing it. Well...not Rodney. Or Teyla, or Ronon, or-"
"Okay. I get it."
Lisa nodded, smiling. "What brings you out here?"
"Rodney said you were singing."
She smiled widely, nodding. "Yes. Dr. Carey had said something about musicals. She lent me her new soundtrack. I think it was called..." she rolled her eyes to look at the sky, thinking. "Oh, Sweeny Todd."
Just fabulous. Dr. Carey...the anthropologist. She'd have a talk with the woman later on. They didn't need to put those kind thoughts in her head.
"It's very odd. She said that when the Daedelus returns, we can watch the movie."
Oh yeah. A definate talk.
"That's...great."
The girl frown, brow furrowing. "You're upset." she said. Sam had forgot how well she read people. Like a book. Or a code. "No, just thinking."
"Oh." thank god the girl didn't ask about what. She'd learned better.
"Well, you seem to be fitting right in." Sam commented, gesturing to the uniform. Lisa shrugged, looking a the disguarded jacket neck to her shoes. "I guess...it's kind of stiff..." she said. Well, what could one expect from nanite made garments?
"Don't worry...you'll get used to them." Sam patted her shoulder. Lisa smiled, looking out at the sea. "If you say so."
Yes well...they still had alot to learn about the Replicators. And what would they do once they'd gotten everything they needed? Off her? That was something Sam would have to think about.
"Lisabeth!" Rodney called from the lab. She perked up, turning, grabbing her things. "Coming, Dr. McKay!"
