Mack groaned as Kimberley walked past him with a P90 in her hands. "Miss Boyce!"

"Yes Captain Gordon?" She asked, stopping in front of him.

"Hand it over." He demanded.

"Hand what over?" She asked, looking innocent.

"The fake P90." He gestured with his hands.

With a sigh, the alternate reality female handed over the toy gun and half grinned, half grimaced. "Hey it was inventive, you don't need to tell Carson about this, do you?"

"Oh yes he does." Carson answered for him.

"Other wise he's getting his booster shot early." Mack finished.

"Hey we should be concerned about Mack talking about himself in third person!" Kimberley exclaimed.

Carson raised an eyebrow and passed her a 9 mill. "Take the gun and go meet Lorne hen, and Dara told me to tell you 'remember the rules'."

"What rules?" Brent asked with a frown. "Are these the numbers you and Dara keep saying to each other?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Carson replied to him and began walking away.

"Doc? Mack!" He called out and followed after them.

Kimberley shook her head at their in love antics and hurried along the corridor, coming to a stop in front of Major Evan Lorne. "Hey Ev."

Lorne looked a little worried before he nodded. "Hey Kimbo, what's up?"

"Nothing much." She looked around at the team members and nodded to them. "So what's the main bets this time?"

"That you'll finally meet and talk with Todd before getting kidnapped again." Lorne grinned.

Kimberley shivered. "No ta. I've met Halling, that dudes scary."

"What has Halling got to do with Todd?" Johnson, Lorne's second in command for the mission, asked with a frown.

"Actually Kimberley, Dara left me a note for you." Carson interrupted. "It says to remember rule 391. What's rule 391?"

Kimberley shook her head. "Sorry guys not allowed to say."

"Anyway, let's roll out." Evan spoke to his men, motioning for them to go through the gate first. He waited till it was just him and Kimberley before he stepped up to her. "You still doing your little thing before each mission?"

Kimberley blushed at being caught and bit her lip. "I was thinking not, since it never really works."

"Well think of the times you have done it, and the eventual outcomes." Lorne began. "Then think of the times you didn't do it and what happened then?"

"It's just a silly superstition, and I have enough of those." Kimberley tried to brush him off.
Evan grinned at her. "Do it or don't do it Kimbo, but we've all got your back."

Still biting her lip Kimberley nodded before stepping closer to the gate horizon. As she silently said her prayer, again she hoped no one was watching her in the gate room.
o0o
"Kimberley doing her ritual again?" Ronon asked as he handed Woolsey a stack of reports.

The newest leader of the expedition nodded. "Although why she does this is quite unclear. She is not very religious."

"Aye she is." Carson frowned. "She's Christian."

"Not practicing though." Chuck offered.

"But how exactly can you be a practicing anything apart from atheist when you are about a billion light years, never mind galaxy and reality, from the nearest church?" Carson argued.

Woolsey nodded. "Be that as the case, it is merely superstition that causes Miss Boyce to do such rituals."

"Just be thankful she doesn't do any off world." Ronon added. 'Yet.'
o0o
Evan waited then prodded Kimberley with his gun. "C'mon Kimbo, lights a waisting."

Kimberley opened her eyes and giggled at him, before walking through the gate, one hand on her gun, the other on the strap of her backpack.

Moments later, she blinked at the darkness that surrounded her, and then looked around at the team that was spread out across the area. "Gate secure?"

"Yes ma'am." Johnson called out.

Something flittered cross Kimberley brain, causing her to mess with her ponytail, and then look up. 'Why me?' "WRAITH!"

Lorne whirled around and looked around her, then followed where her head was pointed and swore to himself. "Head for cover!"

Everyone broke into pairs and scattered, some heading for the trees, some heading for the rock formation not that far away, Kimberley and Lorne heading for the stargate as it cut off.

"Dial the gate." Evan ordered, raising his P90 and swept it in front of him, keeping his eyes and ears open for any darts.

"Is that a good idea?" Kimberley asked, hand hovering over the first chevron.

"Once we get through we can block this world from the list, now dial!" Evan ordered as Darts began to decent around them, their beam heading for where his team members usually where. He swore and raised the P90 to his chest as Kimberley finished dialing the gate. "Go through!"

"Not without you." She shook her head and moved to him, dropping her backpack in order to fly at him, knocking him down and causing him to stumble backwards into the gate as a beam shot down and engulfed Kimberley.

He stared horrified as the gate room of Atlantis came into his line of vision and Ronon glared at him. "Where's Kimberley?"

"Uh-" He cut himself off as the gate shut down. Fearfully he looked around the gate room, passed Ronons enraged face, Carsons pale look and Brent's horror filled mug to see the empty gate. Lorne turned to look at them and gutted a finger behind him. "Back there?"
o0o
Kimberley felt something patting her cheek, so she pulled her face away from it, frowning as her other cheek lay on a slightly slimy but also cold floor. She froze as hands traveled down her neck, along her arms and tried not to hyperventilate as they reached inside her jacket.

"Leave her alone!" Someone called from across the hall and Kimberley cracked open an eye to see a Wraith kneeling down besides her sneering towards the other cell doors.

"I think not." He replied and turned to look at her, smirking as he caught her looking at him. "It appears you have awoken."

Kimberley nodded slowly.

The Wraith cocked his head and brought up a cell phone to his eye level, keeping one eye on her. "What technology is this?"

"Boyce!" The same voice called out and Kimberley felt her lips quirk.

"You're the first one to find out I have it off world. You deserve a cookie." She grinned, and then cried out as he slapped her with the phone still in his hand.

Using his other hand the Wraith hauled her to a standing position and shook her. "Walk human."

"A please would be nice." Kimberley grumbled, flinching as he brought his feeding hand up and stopped it inches from her chest. "I'm a walkin I'm a walkin!"

Johnson watched as Kimberley was more or less dragged by the newest alien threat and hung his head. 'That girl is going to-'

He paused as he spotted a knife laying not that far from where the door to his cell was. He stuck his head out and noticed Kimberley was giving him backwards thumbs up. 'That girl...'
o0o
"So where is Kimberley?" Carson asked Lorne, who winced as he was given a sedative for the pain.

"I think the dart got her doc." Lorne replied, and wondered why there was no back up to help stop the Scottish doctor from killing him.

Ronon entered the room.

'Back up! Wait, who for?' Evan thought and watched him walk towards the bed he was lying on.

Ronon stopped beside Lorne's bed and looked at him before bending down, making sure to keep his hands behind his back.

Lorne looked up at him and gulped before the sedative finally kicked in and darkness saved him.
o0o
Kimberley looked around the room as she waited for Michael or one of his hybrids to enter. She spotted a consol, glanced around before taking out a small iPod, and stuck it into the correct spot, grinning as it began synchronizing up data.

'Play?' Kimberley asked herself as the word popped up on screen before she shrugged and selected it.
o0o
Every body

Michael looked up as music began to resonate through the walls of his hive.

Rock your body

He frowned, cocking his head as a strange and unfamiliar voice began to sing through the halls.

Back streets back

With a swear Michael left the room he was in and headed for his control room, anger burning in his eyes.

Alright!
o0o
"Oh no, nonononononono." Kimberley muttered to herself, pounding onto the consol to get the music to shut off, causing it to change from Backstreet Boys, to Britney Spears, to My Chemical Romance and then Eretha Kitt before she finally got the music to turn off.

"What are you doing?" Michael spoke behind her, causing her to gasp and jump around, body hiding the iPod as it got a third of the way complete.

"Eh, trying to lighten the mood?" She replied, watching him warily. After the chat with Dara and Carson, more so the way Dara had beat it into her skull about the fact that Michael was a born wraith with a high vengeance level, she was slightly more wary of the human/wraith hybrid. 'But it's not his fault!'

Michael stopped a few feet from her, close enough to one of the consoles to begin entering data. "Why is it when ever I cull a planet I seem to find you or one of your friends?"

"We're like cockroaches, ain't getting rid of us." She grinned, and then shuddered. 'Okay, bad analogy.'

Michael walked closer to her and snatched the iPod from its holder, looking at it inquisitively. "I have seen this device before."

"It's an iPod. It plays music." She motioned for it and he glanced at her hand, then her face, before slowly placing it on her hand. "Thanks."

Michael nodded to her, and then looked at her. "I thought you were a consultant for the Atlantis people?"

"I am." Kimberley replied.

"Then why have you been off world so much?" He questioned.

"I dunno, but every time I'm off world I either get kidnapped by you or stuck to someone." Kimberley joked.

Michael blinked as though listening to cricket being told then held out a tablet. "I know you can read Ancient, and you are capable of reading some Wraith."

"Yeah..." She trailed, accepting the data pad wearily. "What of?"

"I want to see if you can understand this." Michael ordered.

Kimberley glanced down at it and crossed her eyes. "I need my note book. And the screen paused."

"So you can not verbally translate the Wraith into your language." Michael seemed displeased.

"No I can, its just, uh, I don't think I'll get everything right." Kimberley began to sweat.

Michael watched her, and then nodded. "If you complete this then I will let you all go."

"Ya know, for an evil dude, you ain't that bad." She smiled to him, looking at the information and frowned. "I know this code...why do I know this code?"

"The Wraith you called Todd had it installed in his hive ship." Michael shared. "I know it has something to do with my research, and simply want what is mine."

"Oh you mean the code to get the organic hive ships working?" Kimberley guessed, and then chomped her lips shut. 'Crap!'

"How do you know about this?" Michael demanded.

Kimberley remained close-lipped, aware that if she said anything she would be breaking rule sixty-two and a halleva lot more.

Michael watched her and frowned. "I will kill you friends, slowly and painfully, if you do not give me the information that I seek."

"They ain't my friends." Kimberley replied, crossing her arms, the data pad tucked under her arm oddly.

"Tell me what I want to know." Michael's anger was growing, and then he paused and took a breath. "We could work something out."

"Like what?" She asked.

"I can give you information of all the planets I have infected with my version of the Hoffian drug." He bargained.

Kimberley bit her lip. 'Okay. The code was his, but then again he was using it to create organic hive ships, and a mobile Michael is a dangerous Michael- hell a breathing Michael is a dangerous Michael. But if I knew were the planets were, I could help Carson not feel as bad...' "Okay."

Michael looked taken aback, but nodded.
o0o
"We ready to go?" Lorne asked AT15, Ronon and Carson.

They nodded and Evan nodded to Chuck in the gate room.

As they waited for the gave to establish a connection Evan turned to the group and got their attention. "Uh, if we get Kimbo and the boys back all safe and sound, no reason to tell the Col or Dara, right?"

Carson raised and eyebrow and Ronon began twirling his gun as though in thought. The Sedetan spoke first. "Put it this way, if she's hurt, it's your funeral they'll be back for."

'Whoa boy.' Mack thought as Evan paled significantly.

"Now Ronon, you need to stop threatening everyone." Teyla frowned to him.

Ronon grunted.

Teyla rolled her eyes. "Return soon, and in one piece."
o0o
Kimberley paused as she translated the text and looked at Michael.

Michael continued to work on his own work, but slowed down before looking straight ahead, then turned to look at Kimberley. "Have you finished?"

Kimberley waved a hand at him, her attention completely on the data pad in front of her.

Michael fought the urge to roll his eyes and stalked towards her, peering over her shoulder to look at her work. "You are playing card games?"

"Yah!" Kimberley jumped and threw the data pad into the air.

Michael caught it and pressed at button; the screen changed to show the complete translation. "Why did you not say that you had completed the translation previously?"

"Uh, because I still don't know if you are going to kill us all." Kimberley replied hesitantly and stood up, brushing the dirt off her clothes as Michael glanced from the data pad to her.

"You kept you end of the bargain." He replied.

Kimberley raised her eyebrows. "And since when has that stopped ya before?"

"True." Michael nodded and watched Kimberley stiffen with fear. "I had thought about sending clones back in your place."

Kimberley gulped. "A-are you?"

Michael sneered and scared the crap out of her. "It seems like an over used idea. And how can I make you fall for one of my double crossing plans if you are not alive?"

"Was that a joke?" Kimberley asked.

Michael nodded.

She grinned. "That wasn't that bad Michael. You almost got me."

There was a lull in the conversation and the female looked to the science experiment. "About your part of the deal, the planets that have been inflicted with your version of the Hoffain dug?"

Woodlessly he handed her back her iPod, which caused her hend to fly to her side. She glared at him accusingly. Michael looked at her, and then his head cocked to the side. "I must apologies."

Kimberley frowned again. 'I am SO going to get wrinkles!' "I should bloody-"
o0o
Carson scanned the sky as he exited the gate for any sign of Kimberley, the team she was with or the Hive ship.

"DART!" Ronon yelled and pushed Carson to the ground beside the gate as it advanced towards them.

Lorne and Ronon raised their guns, but for some reason every shot missed.

The dart zoomed past them, then turned around and headed back.

"Shoot it down!" Lorne ordered the men with him and Iero lined the dart up to the sight of his rocket launcher.

Carson felt something in his gut and turned to Iero. "Fire that thing and you're getting a physical with Nurse Greta!"

Iero jumped at the threat, causing the rocket launcher to shoot, missing the dart by inches.

The beam shot out and Ronon prepared to be sucked up, 'oof'ing as Kimberleys unconscious form landed on top of him, the rest of the team following suit milliseconds later, although in worse conditions.

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth Carson urged them all to grab the unconscious team members and ran to the DHD, slamming his hand on the tiles. Within seconds, they were pressed and he was dancing like he needed to go to the bathroom.

'Finally!' "This is Doctor Beckett; we're coming back with everyone unconscious." Carson said and motioned for the team to go through as Chuck confirmed that the shield was down.
o0o
With a groan, Kimberley tried to turn over, but a pull on her arm made her pause.

Purple, black, green and white flashed through her mind and she sat up gasping for breath, head whirling around the room in panic. A scream rose in her throat but died as something put its arm around her stomach and pulled her to them.

"Ssh, calm doon hen." Carsons voice called in her ear and she remained frozen before realizing, allowing her body to lean onto him.

Once Carson let go of her she sat up like a shot. "That little rat shot me!"

"Where?" Carson looked her over.

Kimberley batted his hands away. "With a stunner."

"What is it with you and getting stunn-ed?" Carson looked at her. "Who shot you?"

Biting her lip, she shook her head, not wanting to answer.

Carson raised an eye brown as she let out a huff of annoyance. "It was Michael, okay?"

"I have their results back Carson." Jennifer smiled as she entered, nodding to Kimberley. "How are you feeling?"

Kimberley shrugged.

"You need to run another test." Carson whispered hoarsely.

"What, kind of, test?" Jennifer was confused.

"Check their telomere levels." Carson replied.

Alarms started ringing. "I don't think I'm a clone!"

Jennifer and Carson looked at her.

Kimberley crossed her arms carefully and glared at them, nodding like a petulant child.
o0o
A few hours later Kimberley was moved closer to the other guys that had been on the ship with her.

Johnson looked at her and grinned. "You aren't so bad Kimbo."

She looked startled, but nodded as he handed back the knife.

"That my hunting knife?" Ronon asked from the doorway.

Jumping, Kimberley turned her head to look at him. She nodded. "I thought that I would need it."

Ronon looked at her then grinned. "Next time, take the bigger one."

Kimberley rolled her eyes at him. "It's always the bigger one with you!"

Before Ronon could reply Carson, Jennifer and Woolsey entered the room they were in.

Carson took a breath. "I have you results."

"Well? Is it a boy or a girl?" Kimberley asked.

Woolsey gave her a look. "You have to stop making that joke."

Kimberley nodded.

"None of you are clones, although there are some extra minerals in your blood stream Kimberley." Jennifer finished.

"What does that mean?" Kimberley blinked.

"We think Michael drugged you after he shot you." Carson replied.

"But why?" Kimberleys face scrunched up in wonder. "I cooperated! I didn't even annoy him, much..."

"What do you mean you cooperated?" Johnson demanded.

Kimberley found her sheets very interesting.

"An answer today would be nice." Johnson continued.

Kimberley lifted her head to look at Carson. "He wanted me to translate Todd's code for the organic hive ships."

"And you did it?" Several people demanded.

"It was that or let him kill the team." Kimberley returned. "I can handle him hurting me, but I refuse to let him hurt anyone when I can stop it."

Suddenly she grinned. "And when he puts the code in, there is a slight problem with it."

"What did you do?" Rodney piped up from the bed beside Johnson.

"What are you doing here?" Kimberley asked.

"I have a concussion, now what did you do to the file?" Rodney demanded.

"I put in a few song lyrics, a couple of paragraphs for a story and the virus that Radek was teaching me." Kimberley replied.

"How the hell did you manage that?" Johnson refused to think she was the good as spontaneity.

She shrugged. "I had this feeling that something like this was going to happen."

"You've been practicing?" Carson guessed.

The female nodded.

None of them looked to happy.

"Oh!" Kimberley slapped her hands together. Her hands dug through her pockets and she brought out her iPod. "I downloaded stuff from Michaels consol. I think there might be some useful stuff in there. And he gave me a list of planets that he has infected with the Hoffain drug."

Carson looked away.

Johnson shook his head as though he couldn't beleve a brunnette could be this blonde.

Kimberley smiled at them and they took a step back. "Hey, now that we're back all safe and sound, no need to tell Dara or John, right?"

'Is there an echo in here?' Carson asked as he shook his head.