Four years later...

John was writing with a pencil on paper, he had stacks of the stuff on the decks and tables of the room around him, he never had stopped working long enough to so much as shave, and now he looked like a bum out of work, but he was working, working on something he knew to be crazy and most likely totally useless.

He was so imntent on his work he didn't see the maid enter, being that he was back at his fathers place and he had a lot of people working for him at the house, John paid her no heed as he worked, at least not unetil the maid spoke. "Sir?"

"What?" John asked never turning away from his work, so far things had gone pretty well, the machine was nearly done, just needed a few pieces left to put on the thing, it was not a puddlejumper either, his father nor anyone nearby could know of the things.

"Dr McKay is here to see you." The maid said.

"McKay? Here?" The maid nodded, "I'm busy have him leave." John said.

As he was speaking Rodney entered, he looked like he always did, "I will not leave John" he said, he took a look around the room, "my god what have you been doing?" He asked seeing all the papers and things.

"I've been working" John said getting up from a desk, "but I am busy and I think you should go. Why not stop by later?"

"I have been stopping by, ever since the funeral you've been like this John, I stopped by everyday, then once a week, then every two weeks, then once a month, then I stopped coming by, didn't you notice?" Rodney said as John moved around him as he worked on papers and other things.

"Uh... no I didn't, like I said, I've been busy." John said getting a few crystals together, "you should go, stop by later."

"I'm not leaving, John, stop moving stand still and look at me." Rodney said, and when John did so Rodney said, "It wasn't your fault."

"No, it wasn't my fault" John said after a few tense seconds of nothing but the ticking grandfather clock. "Maybe we should blame the SGC for sending me to Atlantis in the first place, or maybe we should blame the SGC for letting the Asrak kill my wife, or maybe we should blame the people of Belkan for getting us married that same day?!" It was clear John had not been thinking clearly over the past four years since Teyla was killed that evening of their wedding.

John then calmed a bit, "Look Rodney I know you are concered, but still i'm busy, I'll speak with you next week."

"OK, We'll continue this conversation next week." Rodney said turning land leaving the room.

"In a week we wouldn't be having this conversation." John said as Rodney left the room and the door shut behind him.