Ok here is the state of things: Even so I find myself with tons of time on my hands, my muse ran away as soon as I found this time. So it's been hard to write anything, let alone the things I love - my fan fiction. So I guess this is my way of letting ya'll know why my updates have been so sparing. Sorry. I am in the process of Search and Rescue™for the Oh So Cute™ muse of mine.

Do continue to review, cause I know she likes it (and so do I) and keep an eye out for more updates. I may find myself very busy again, and that's usually when she comes home. :-D


I'll spare you the details on how I burned the coffee and made the new people who have come to stay with us laugh at me. I'll also rush by the parts where Weir was worried and claimed one of the piers as her own, and would be seen out there, gazing over the city. Also the whole bit of where Cowlick was missing for a few days.

I found myself sharing a bite to eat with a Scottish Doctor, Carson Beckett. Very nice fellow, for a non-Canadian. He has a good sense of humour, but is prone to getting a distant look in his eyes when we discuss what we did and left back on Earth. I haven't mentioned I left a wonderful Lady of my Dreams who has yet to know the full extent of my love – no matter how I may actually abhor most blondes – the wonder that is… Samantha Carter. Carson, however, managed to tell me all his family history in one breath.

"I miss my mum," he sighed. Understandable. I think.

So after a rather relaxing time of chatting with the good doc, I found myself pacing the control room. I wondered how the Ancients could have padlocked a whole city down under the water for… a long time, and only have a few ZPMs operational. Ok, so maybe it wasn't exactly calculated in that we, Earthlings, would come and drain the power to almost extinction in a matter of a few days. But, sheesh, think how smart they had to be to even manage to sink such a huge city. Maybe Trigger-Happy Kid isn't so far off. Meeting an ancient would be cool.

Well anyway, Dr. Weir rudely interrupted me in my musings. Can I say rudely when she is such a good looker? Anyway, she stepped in front of me and made me pause. "Yes?"

"Dr. McKay, I need to ask you some things," she said, moving toward her office. I followed. "In the event of the worst case scenario, how long do you think we can keep our guests and the expedition on Atlantis?"

"Well we could use another ZPM, and maybe confine the newcomers to only already explored areas. Every time we wonder into another section, the city thinks it has to power it. My team and I need to figure out how to turn the systems off of the ZPM and into an alternate power source."

"You seem confident."

I looked at her for a moment. "Well I am the head of the science and research department."

She nodded and I left. All that was left now, was to wait for Cowlick to come back.


Like all things, they came back. Minus one. Colonel Sumner, who wasn't very fond of me anyway, was the only one who lost his life on this first mission. I know Dr. Weir was hoping this didn't become a regular thing.

We all celebrated a mission well done, new friends and the fact we were floating above water. I am not particularly fond of treading water myself. However, the one thing that kind of dimmed the mood was that Cowlick's team had awoken some ancient enemy of the, um, Ancients. Really, the irony was not lost on anyone.

I stood on the balcony looking over the waters and realized that over all, the past week of them moving in, raising Atlantis, and even awakening the enemy of the Ancients known as Wraith, everything was going well.

I looked up to the sky and wondered what Sam was doing, and if she was looking at the Milky Way sky. Far from others. Alone. Thinking of me. Because I was thinking of her.

And my most likely blown up Russian apartment, because I am convinced I forgot to turn off the gas.