Aiden looked up to see an exact mirror of himself standing in the doorway, looking more than a little confused.

Rodney and John stood. Teyla, not seeing any reason to stand, watched the scene unfold from her seat. Aiden couldn't have stood if he'd tried; he was too absorbed in the shock of it.

"Weir didn't tell you what this was all about, did she?"

"No, sir, only that we had some strange visitors." He looked pointedly at the Aiden across the table from him.

"I don't think your Sheppard is gonna like you calling me sir, Ford."

"You mean—".

"I'm not exactly from around here."

"And McKay? Teyla?"

"We're a bit of a group deal, a package," Rodney said, not hiding the fact that he was sizing this Ford up.

"I see." Ford seemed to do some sizing of his own, most in the direction of the man that looked just like him.

"Just so all the cards are on the table here, your Weir seems to be reserving judgment for the moment, but your McKay doesn't trust us." John was candid with the man, and he seemed grateful for it.

"He never was too good at hiding that kinda stuff, huh? Well, with all due respect to the doctor," he said, glancing over at Rodney before returning his eyes to John, "My concern is more how the major feels about you."

Aiden looked evenly at himself over the table. "He hasn't met us yet."

"Well then, I guess I'm reserving judgment too."

"Good to hear, I guess," Rodney said, looking down at the table.

"It could definitely be worse." John directed this at Rodney. "I appreciate your honesty," John said, turning back to the lieutenant. The three took the seats they had been using when they were alone.

Ford took his usual seat, trying hard not to stare at himself. There was a long, extremely awkward pause, a silence that hung in the air until the doors hissed open again and McKay appeared in the room.

"Ah, Ford, I see you've met our…guests."

"Yeah." He continued in a stage whisper, ensuring everyone could hear him. "I don't think they are who they say they are. They're Rodney isn't mean or sarcastic enough."

"Oh, yes, ha ha, a hostile force could very well be invading us disguised as, we, us, and you're making jokes. Very nice."

Rodney and Aiden shared a look, a deep, meaningful look that said, above all else, 'Could we ever really have been these people?' But it said so much more, and then it was over.

Teyla was next to arrive, sharing merely a nod with the woman on the other end of the table before seating herself and watching the men posture and banter.

Sheppard strolled in, looked around, cursed under his breath and took his seat. "I really, really thought Weir was kidding."

"Does she ever?" John asked nonchalantly.

"Okay, then, more like hoping." John grinned at himself a moment, then went back to waiting for Weir.

At 0800 on the dot, she arrived to a very tense, very packed meeting room. "I hope you've all become acquainted."

"Sort of." Sheppard was less than enthusiastic, but he wasn't nearly as bad as McKay.

"Oh, yes, we've been making nice. Ford here even invited them to a tea party in the tree house."

Weir shot him a glare, but didn't further reprimand him, which said quite a lot. "Alright, I seem to remember the question on the table being 'Who are you and why are you here?'" she said, glancing at John with a small grin.

After a small pause, during which the new team looked between each other to find someone to answer the questions, Teyla spoke. "We are who we seem. We are you, from your future."

Rodney laughed, but there was no humor in his tone. "Why don't you just ask her to take us to her leader, Teyla?"

"Unless there has been a change I was not made aware of, Dr. Weir IS the leader of the expedition."

Rodney sighed and put his face in his hand, propping his elbow on the table. Aiden reached over and patted his shoulder, trying and failing not to smile.

John saw it was his turn to lead the conversation. "We've come back the better part of a year to stop something."

"Something. Ah, yes, the ever present something that will tear the universe apart," McKay snapped, waving his arms in the air. "You're not really buying this?" he asked, turning in his seat to face Weir.

"Not the universe," Rodney said meekly, and his quiet tone bought him the attention of everyone in the room. "Atlantis. It tore the city apart."