Chapter Ten

Family and Fighting

A/N: This chapter isn't really important to the plot, it's more of what would happen if Fran was back and as terrible as ever. While Bridget gets Atlantis back with some un-expected consequences. I'll stop giving things away now, just read at the risk of dying from laughter.

Once Addie had used every large word in her vocabulary, which was quite extensive, She looked around the room for ideas.

"From the reports from Atlantis, it's heavily damaged, gate doesn't work. Now we have two Mother-ships trying to intercept us on both sides. Now I know for a fact that we can't hold off the Wraith and Gou'ald at the same time." Looking around the room, Addie caught Fran slumped in her chair with her eyes closed. "Any ideas Fran?" She asked sweetly, trying to get her sister off guard.

Fran wasn't really asleep, but she often wondered if Addie could even talk without moving her hands flying in every direction. Hearing her name, she sat up and slowly opened her bluest eyes.

"Fran Cassidy!" Addie's indigent tone, prompted her to sister to almost jump fifteen feet, startled out of her mind. "Are you even listening?!"

Fran once more slouched in her chair, giving her older sibling the evil eye. "i heard ya the first time." She grumbled. "Just use the Delta-Gama maneuver. Once you get inside Atlantis's cloak, you should be safe."

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Sam tried her hardest to not laugh. Since reuniting with her youngest, the place wasn't just gray walls and beeping consoles. It was like the life of the ship had been restored to it's former glory. Fran was more like her father than she was given credit for. As for this Delta-Gama maneuver, well she wondered how this would work. It looked to her that her kids had fought for many years. It wasn't exactly military strict, but sometimes the only way you would defeat someone is to use your own unorthodox ideas

Spotting the General, leaning against the wall, a bored expression on his face, Sam tried her hardest not to laugh. Fran and Jack O'Neill were more alike than not.

"Delta-Gamma maneuver won't work. This ship is too big to fly like that, Fran." Addie's tone was that of an older sister trying to tell her younger one that purple was the new black.

"All ya need is an exceptional pilot to fly this bucket of bolts and you have your maneuver. The gou'alds ram themselves into the Wraith and both go boom." Sam wasn't so sure if crazy ideas ran in the family or not. But this one probably took the cake.

"Fran! Our best pilot isn't aboard at the moment, ya ding-a-ling." Addie and Fran than resorted to name calling. It was probably a good thing that half a room separated the two, or blood would've been shed.

"Hey! Look ho's talking Donuts-Brain! The only other option is to have be beam aboard the ships and rig something to goes boom."

"Absolutely not, Fran Cassidy O'Neill." Sam gave voice to her thoughts about loosing her youngest once more. Thinking her dead once, was enough terror for the Colonel for a whole week.

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Listening to the sounds of bickering coming from the control room, Izzy tried to think of being anywhere but here. Sometimes she wondered if she was the only one sane, left. Fran liked making things go boom, Addie had a nasty habit of experiments gone wrong. Ayl and Dakota piloted flying death traps at alarming speeds, sometimes coming back from a fight barely alive. Ethan had a nasty habit of going onto worlds where gou'alds were currently on, he ended up more than once getting killed than brought back using a sarcophagus. And Adam, well, he was mostly sane, unless his sibling got hurt than he was prepared to use giant needles that could knock a horse out.

Kelly was like her father, too excited sometimes, while Bridget was a walking death wish. Course Bridget had the least amount of crazy going on, her whole family was dead, only thing keeping her alive was a promise to look after Rodney to her dad.

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"So you ever finished the Academy?" Cyntha asked, helping her sister up and over the pile of rubble in the middle of the room.

Bridget pulled herself up beside her sister, pushing her braid backwards. "You know how Uncle David gets when you try to break a promise. Told me that if I didn't finish dad would wonder what kind of Sheppard I am." Looking around herself, she grimaced at the extend of Atlantis' damage.

"Well good for you. Come on, there's more people that want to meet you." Cyntha walked over to a window balcony.

Noticing what she was going to do, Cora asked a question. "You really think climbing the outside of Atlantis is going to be a good idea?"

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Bridget pulled herself up and over the last ledge, her weight entirely on her arms. Her sister Cyntha grabbed a hold of her arms and helped her onto the balcony.

Once, Bridget was all the way on the narrow ledge, she bent over, hands on her knees, getting her breath back. "Tell me WHY we had to climb three stories on the outside of the building? Or the stairs didn't work properly?"

Cyntha smiled, having forgotten her sister's humor in the time that she was gone. Bridget might be like their father, but she was also their mother's daughter. "Stairs are under rumble, and no transporters are in working order where we're going." Cyntha made sure that Cora, and Ayl had made it safely up, than led the way to a door. Entering the door, Bridget saw her family. A family she knew died nine years ago.

John Sheppard watched as his two youngest walked in. Bridget was tall, yet beautiful, he wished now that he had been around to warn the boys, that went after his daughters. Raising a girl was nothing new to Sheppard. Look how he did with Susie, his oldest. Cyntha was different than Susan, more like him, John thought. Nothing frightened her, yet she knew enough to keep everyone on their toes, while Helping Flanna keep Atlantis up and running for the past couple of years.

"Dad..." Bridget saw her father walking towards her, instead of waiting for him to reach her, she ran into his arms. A father's arms were protective to her, something that she had missed. When she heard about Colonel John Sheppard had been killed, she was devastated. Who would kiss her injuries and make them better, who would do a security sweep of her room before bed, and who would tell her stories of brave people trying to save the ones that they held dear? When her mom left three months after her first birthday, John had ceased being the one that only kept the monsters at bay, he turned into her hero, someone that she wanted to be exactly alike when she was older.

"Hey, how's my girl?" John stroked his daughter's midnight colored hair. She looked exactly like his cousin, Briana Sheppard Reed. They both had a fiery spirit, and it was easier to save the universe than it was to capture A Sheppard Lady. Pulling her away at arm's length, he looked his daughter over. "Did you keep trying to get your wings, Bird?"

Smiling, at her father, Bridget nodded, trying to blink pesky tears away. "I got them, Dad. You can't trim this bird of her feathers just yet." she replied, sounding as serious as a heart attack.

"Good. Now, I bet that Susie wants to say hello." Turning to the others that Cyntha had brought with her, he looked them over. The one with blond hair and warrior stance, he didn't remember, neather did he remember the black haired, blue eyed one. "Who are your friends, Bird?" He asked raising his eyebrows at what the blond one did. It reminded him a lot of his best friend, Ronon.

"You know Cora Dex, dad." Bridget gestured to the blond girl, who was currently cleaning her fingernails with a knife that she had produced out of nowhere. "And the other is Ayl O'Neill."

The black haired one, gave a wave with her hand, keeping an eye on her surroundings at all times.

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A/N:I bet you expected a rabbit but got a horse pulled out of my metaphorical hat didn't you? Siblings fighting, Despised nicknames, climbing towers...what more do you need in a chapter?