Becky leans back from the Ancient terminal in the lab, noting with some surprise the hour on her watch. Since breakfast she and Daniel have been perusing official reports in the city's database for any information pertaining to Janus, the Ancient scientist who helped the alternate Elizabeth back in the past and also mentioned several times in the downloaded Atlantis file from Huy-Brasealis. Rodney and Daniel are both convinced he's got a secret lab or two full of unauthorized projects somewhere in the city, and while it's hard to find actual proof they're nothing if not persistent.
She takes off her glasses to rub at eyes sore with screen fatigue, realizing she's tired and- judging by the rumbling of her stomach- absolutely ravenous. "God, I need a break."
No reply from Daniel. Obviously a different tactic's required.
With quiet steps she approaches her beloved, bending to blow softly in his left ear. A corner of his mouth turns up but otherwise doesn't respond.
Thus encouraged she bestows tender nibbling kisses on the lobe then down his neck, lingering on a particularly sensitive spot. Before she can pull back to repeat the actions on the other side he captures her lips and just as quickly releases her, looking rather smug at her somewhat dazed expression. "Hey."
"Um, hey yourself. Ready for a break?"
"Uh-huh. Why don't we pick something up from the cafeteria and eat in our quarters? We can share those sweets you bought on that market planet for dessert. Among other things." The playful look in his eyes promising an impromptu afternoon's delight makes her quiver inside.
"Sounds like a plan to me," she murmurs against his lips.
The discreet sound of a throat clearing makes them pull away, a touch of a flush coloring them both.
John smirks at them from the doorway, the glint in his hazel eyes reminiscent of Jack when he's plotting mischief. "You've both been buried in that database for far too long. Time to come up for air already. All work and no play, ya know."
"Just earning our keep around here," Becky dryly counters. "You should try it sometime."
The smirk turns into an outright grin. "Nah. You know me, naturally lazy. Speaking of breaks, how about a field trip to the mainland this afternoon? Teyla would love to introduce you to her people, and we're staying over for dinner. Carson and Parrish are coming along too. It'll be fun."
Daniel opens his mouth to decline out of reflex but Becky shoots him a sharp look learned from Jack. "We'd love to. What time, and do we need to bring anything?"
"Just yourselves. Be in the Jumper bay at 1500 sharp or we'll leave without ya. Enjoy your lunch break." He winks at them and saunters away.
Daniel rubs the back of his neck, taking an uneasy look around the room. "You think we should? Still a lot of work to do."
"Don't worry, it'll be waiting for us when we get back. Besides, I'm looking forward to an afternoon off," she croons, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. "We should have just enough time to enjoy a couple hours of lunch together and a long, hot shower before we have to leave."
The mischief's back in his eyes as he pulls her close. "Sounds like a plan to me."
When they arrive in the Jumper bay on time everyone's already waiting for them by one of the Ancient-style shuttlecraft, sleeker and much more advanced than their New Earth counterparts. Which as an added bonus- John informs them with a grin- can also be flown entirely with the mind, immediately putting almost every thought to action (save for providing turkey sandwiches).
"Providing one has the ATA gene of course," Carson reminds them. "Perhaps you ought to have a lesson, Becky."
She blanches. "God, no. Absolutely not."
"But is not your uncle the General a pilot?" Teyla inquires, puzzled.
"Oh, I didn't inherit my problem with heights from him. My other uncle hates them as much as I do. So did my grandmother Ellen come to think of it, even though her first husband was a fighter pilot. Jack followed in his footsteps by joining the Air Force. So you could say both traits run in our family."
"Coming up on the mainland, folks," John declares. "Please make sure your chairs and tray tables are in the upright position for landing. Thank you for flying Air Atlantis."
The temperate forested terrain prevalent on over half of the Gate-accessible planets in the Milky Way reminds Becky of where she grew up in the Pacific Northwest. Which only lends proof to her theory that, in a bid to stave off homesickness, Ancient terraformers merely recreated the conditions of their original homeworld on many planets as possible.
Once on a mission she mentioned her observations to Jack, who just rolled his eyes and made some flippant comments about trees and the green state of the galaxy.
It's equally clear that even here in Pegasus the Ancients were disinclined to change the terraforming template. Enough research in the database has only convinced Becky that for all their vaunted scientific and technological achievements as a race they were awfully conservative, more arrogant and cowardly than altruistic and courageous. Lacking serious imagination, foresight, or even the desire to fix the problems they created for themselves, preferring to leave them for future races to deal with while they sought Ascension or whatever.
Just look at the mess they left in both galaxies, for crying out loud.
As part of their longstanding alliance Atlantis makes periodic visits to the Athosians' settlement on the mainland. Carson gives everyone checkups and offers cheerful advice on hygiene, Dave examines the latest crop of tuttleroots and tava beans ready for harvesting and John engages the kids in an improvised game of football. Meanwhile Teyla introduces Becky and Daniel to Halling and others around the camp, who treat them with the same courtesy and kindness as she does.
"For a people long under threat of extinction you're surprisingly open and willing to engage with strangers," Becky later remarks.
Teyla acknowledges this with a nod. "When I was younger I accompanied my father on trips to many worlds. He was very sociable with a wide variety of folk, and I asked him once how he could be so fearless. He replied that though there many different ways to live, no one is a stranger if you approach them with a good heart, as we are all brothers and sisters through the Rings of the Ancestors. Now come, there are two I especially wish you to meet."
They follow her into a dwelling with an upright loom taking up most of one side. Skeins of homespun fibers, wall hangings and piles of rugs and blankets are scattered everywhere, giving it a cozy feel.
Awaiting them are Taleweaver Deyna and her life's companion Kallan, both with long, snow-white hair and warm brown eyes almost lost in a mass of bronze wrinkles. Teyla's aunt and uncle, as it happens.
Surprisingly the only elderly people they've seen in the whole camp, the rest being either mature adults, youths or babies. "Due to the culling, of course," she confirms. "They are beloved and revered by us all the more because they have survived this long."
Solemnly they clasp forearms and touch foreheads in greeting. It's a beautiful gesture in a galaxy so fraught with peril, the simple acknowledgement of each other's continued existence. Many in the colony perform it among themselves, and Becky fully plans on introducing the custom once they get back to New Earth.
"Be welcome, travelers, Ring-siblings," Deyna says. "I have tales to weave, if you are willing to listen. And perhaps you might each share some of your own in return."
Becky and Daniel are both agreeable, their mutual curiosity about other cultures piqued by her words. When a culture can be reduced so quickly in both size and technological level by outside forces beyond their control, oral histories become vitally important. Wall hangings and rugs symbolizing important events and information are a practical solution for what has become a nomadic culture out of necessity.
They settle in amid piles of comfortable blankets while Deyna turns to a wall hanging just begun on the loom, taking up a shuttle. Her voice takes on a hypnotic quality as she works, sometimes talking, sometimes singing or chanting accompanied by Teyla and Kallan on wooden flute and drum. Weaving together histories of the Ancestors in general and the Athosians in particular as deftly as she incorporates different strand lengths and colors of yarn. When she's finished a third of the hanging is completed.
She turns and offers the shuttle to Daniel. "Ring-brother, would you like to add your stories?"
He smiles. "Yes, I would."
As he steps to the loom Becky admires a soft gray blanket of unique split design and drapes it around herself, wrapping her mind as well in the smooth baritone voice of her beloved. He speaks of the Ancients in the Milky Way and the Stargates, with particular focus on the one on Old Earth buried after driving away the Goa'uld then unearthed once more ten thousand years later. How Sam and other scientists discovered a way to operate it without the DHD, and how he himself had discovered the origin point and unlocked the Gate to Abdyos and all else that came after, for good or ill.
When he finishes the hanging's two-thirds done. Deyna then hands the shuttle over to Becky. "I perceive you have tales to weave as well, young Ring-sister. Please, join us."
She bites her lip. Since the Memorial she's never talked about what she'd Witnessed to anyone else. "Um, I'm not sure..."
Daniel gently touches her shoulder. "It's okay, Becky. I don't think you'll find a more sympathetic audience. They understand better than anyone what we've lost. Don't worry, I'm right here with you."
Buoyed by his reassurance she does, in a halting voice that grows ever stronger, describing the end of Old Earth and the flight through the Gate to the New. The first expedition to Huy-Braesealis the City of Earth, her introduction to its AI and subsequent induction as its Domina. The Star in the Eye and its use during the Battle of Gateway. The hope of freedom they're now bringing to worlds long oppressed.
Finally she steps back, surprised to find the wall hanging completely finished.
"Well spoken, travelers. Now these tales are in our memory, woven by mind and heart forever into the fabric of our lives." Deyna finishes both ends of the hanging, removes it from the loom and folds it in half. "Please, accept this as a gift between Ring-siblings. May our lives be as woven together from now on." She offers it to them with a bow, which they return in kind.
Becky fingers the sturdy hanging, rich with complex patterns in subtle colors and textures. Destined to become an heirloom she's sure, cherished by later generations for the materials, the craft and the obvious care taken in its production as much as the stories woven into them. A gift of the past and present, to the future.
It'll look very nice hanging in their quarters back home.
When they finally leave the dwelling it's almost sunset. Daniel, Teyla and Deyna are already moving towards the main square where the communal evening meal is being served.
Becky lingers behind, taking a deep breath of fresh air, smelling resinous trees along with smoke and roasting meat. Just like camping trips as a kid with her family, lingering around a campfire listening to marvelous stories.
A past so very far away now, in both space and time.
"You are troubled, Ring-sister?" Kallan inquires softly behind her.
"A little," she admits. "I miss my homeworld, even as I realize it's gone forever. There have been times I wish I had declined the offer to be Witness for my people. But to do so would've dishonored those who had perished on Old Earth as well as everyone now living on the New."
He nods. "I understand. Deyna and I have been witnesses several times over ourselves, to the destruction the Wraith brought to our world. That is why we agreed to become Taleweavers, honoring those lost and keeping the memory alive for those who come after. Heavy burdens we bear to be sure, but we try to do so with grace and forbearance. It is good you share yours with a life's companion," nodding over at Daniel as he chats with John and Teyla.
She smiles, a little wistfully. "We're not married yet. To be honest I don't know if I'm ready to make such a major commitment." It's funny, being able to confide in this stranger as if he were already a dear friend, yet at the same time it feels quite natural. Maybe this is what Teyla's father had been talking about.
He reaches into a pocket, hands her a set of beads strung on a fine leather cord. "When you are, give this to him as you pledge your lives to one another. Wearing it will remind him of you and help him take heart in times of danger, giving him the strength to persevere."
"Like the necklace he gave me," lifting the hummingbird necklace out from under her shirt and absently running a finger over the engraved design. She wears it all the time now.
He takes a moment to admire it, then nods agreement. "Exactly so. I do not recognize the image but surely it serves the same purpose for you."
"It does." She holds the bracelet up to the rapidly dwindling daylight. Hand-polished stone beads, agate and what looks like labradorite, gray-green with surprise glints of color here and there.
"That's very thoughtful," she finally says, tucking the bracelet in a pocket. "Thank you."
"You are most welcome. Do not fret, little Ring-sister. I have faith the Ancestors will reveal your destiny when the time is right. Until then, be brave."
His words stun her a little as they touch foreheads. Familiar minerals and familiar advice coming from a stranger in a galaxy three million light years from home. Amazing.
"Hey, Becky!" John calls to her from where Teyla and Halling are already filling wooden bowls with food for the rest of the camp. "C'mon over and grab some grub before you miss out." Holding on to his own bowl, Daniel looks up and waves to her with his free hand from a wooden bench, then pats the empty space next to him.
After the meal, more stories and songs shared around the fire, then a Jumper flight back to Atlantis under the stars.
All the while she fingers the beads in her pocket, considering Kallan's words and wondering if she'd ever have the courage to ask Daniel to be her life's companion, and what his answer would be.
Trying even harder not to think of the alternative if he rejected her.
Becky awakes with a cry hours later, shuddering through the last lingering remnants of the dream. Daniel stirs a little in his sleep and she bites her lip to keep quiet until he settles down again.
Would that she could as well, but her body has other needs at the moment. She eases her way out of bed and heads for the bathroom, grateful Ancient physiology's similar enough to require compatible toilets.
When she returns Daniel's awake and sitting with his back against the headboard, looking almost boyish in the moonlight without his glasses. "Nightmare?" he asks softly.
She sighs. "Yeah."
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Just hold me?"
"Sure."
She rests her cheek against his bare chest, taking comfort in his steady heartbeat, the feel of long fingers slowly stroking her hair, the gentle press of lips on top of her head.
"Want to talk about it?" he murmurs after a while.
She gives a halfhearted shrug. "Not much to say. Same content as always, loss and total destruction. At least I don't have them quite as often anymore."
"It bothers me you have them at all. There ought to be some way to make the memories less painful for you, at least."
"Yeah, that'd be nice. But according to Heightmeyer time's the only real cure." She catches his troubled expression. "Hey, don't worry so much. I'll be fine."
"I know you will, but I can't help it. You're woven into every fiber of my being, as Taleweaver Deyna might say." He says it lightly but there's no mistaking the undercurrent of love and concern in his voice.
"As you are in mine." Reaching up to caress the strong jawline, the sensual curve of his lips, the graceful neck and along the broad shoulders, feeling him relax at her touch. "Ámame, mi cuervo. Por favor."
He takes her hand and kisses it. "Siempre, mi colibrí."
The nightmares are soon banished completely by their urgent, overwhelming need for unity, in mind, body and soul.
Perfection.
Back in the lab the next day, Becky working by herself since Daniel's gone off on a mission to investigate an Ancient outpost with John's team. They're returning to New Earth at the end of the week so she's determined to dig up whatever she can about the elusive Janus before then.
Peace and quiet at last.
Good thing she doesn't mind doing the dirty work, letting McKay take whatever credit he can with the discoveries garnered from the results. And John's happy when he's happy, and by extension so is the rest of Atlantis.
Win-win as far as she's concerned.
An afternoon snack is called for first, however. She firmly agrees with Rodney that important scientific research cannot be made without adequate and regular meals. Though not to his face, of course.
She jots a few notes on the tablet beside her before standing and walking stiffly to the nearest transporter. Arching against the ache in her back and stretching her arms high above her head to work out the kinks, she idly wonders if Daniel would be agreeable to a massage once he returns from the mission, hopefully as a prelude to certain other relaxing activities.
As a working vacation it's been pretty fun. Loads of interesting work, great company, adventure and excitement in a gorgeous, exotic location. Which, she thinks with a wry smile, sounds exactly like an advertisement for a luxury resort:
Visit the Fabled Lost City of Atlantis, located in the Fabulous Pegasus Galaxy!
Nobody can tell her irony is dead. Not when there's so much weirdness going on in the universe to prove it's alive and well.
In the commons a group of women occupy one of the larger tables, Alex and others familiar from last week's girls-only poker evening. She nods at their cheerful invitation and collects a wrapped sandwich, bottle of water and a vibrant purple fruit that tastes like strawberry.
"Can't get any work done when Dr. Jackson's around, huh?" Laura Cadman quips with a knowing smirk. Before Departure the explosives expert had been a frequent attendee of similar games back on New Earth. Still has a hell of a poker face.
"Well, Daniel and I did learn the hard way how to balance work and play. And believe me, it was hard!" Becky's cheeky innuendo sends everyone snickering. "Seriously, I'm enjoying the quiet in the lab today, without hearing him and McKay snipe at each other all the time."
"Yeah, I'll just bet. Wanna join us tonight for another game? Miko's bringing rice balls and homemade sake for snacking."
Kusanagi smiles modestly. "One of our trading partners provides a river grain similar to best-quality uruchimai rice," she explains. "I am glad to do my part for the colony through my cooking skills. All of us have needed to cultivate other talents apart from our regular duties as well."
"Necessity being the mother of generalization in Pegasus," Laura dryly notes. "After all, 'specialization is for insects,' according to Dr. Weir."
Becky nods. "She's quoting Robert Heinlein. Makes sense."
"Told you guys she'd know where it came from. Born bookworm."
"As are many of us here," Alex chides. "Including yourself. Writers as well in our free time, mostly continuing or expanding upon existing stories from Old Earth media."
"You mean fan fiction? What a great idea!" Becky's delighted. "I remember reading them on the Internet and being amazed by the fact others actually wrote stories about my favorite shows. Please, send some to me with the weekly databursts. I'd love to read them."
"This is purely for fun," Miko admits, "so it won't be professional-quality work. We use pseudonyms, of course. Some also write what we call real person fiction, part of an ongoing series called Gateway Hospital."
"Sounds like a title for a soap opera."
Laura grins. "Kinda does, doesn't it? Even so don't tell anyone else, okay? We prefer to keep it between ourselves," tapping the side of her nose. "Plausible deniability, dont'cha know."
"I understand completely. You have my solemn word I won't tell a soul," crossing her heart with a conspiratorial wink. "You know, I might even be inspired to write myself one of these days."
Already she can imagine interesting stories about her and Daniel. Might help to spice things up in the bedroon a bit. In the name of research, of course.
"You're welcome to join us any time," Alex says encouragingly. "I'm certain you have plenty of material to write about young doctors in love- suitably disguised, naturally. I'm working on one about a relationship between a doctor and an artist drafted to be a soldier."
"Gives new meaning to write what you know, I'm sure," Becky dryly remarks, then winces at a sudden, sharp twinge on her left side. "Ow!"
"What's the matter?"
"I don't know. Feels like I've just been stabbed in the gut."
Her radio chirps. "Dr. Grahme? Nurse Velasquez in the infirmary. Dr. Jackson's been injured."
A sudden sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, the bottom about to drop out of her world. "On my way."
Becky's seen Gate teams come back injured in a wide variety of ways. No surprise, given the dangerous nature of the universe.
But one glimpse of a pale and unconscious Daniel as they hustle his gurney through the open doors of the surgical suite and it's almost too much to take. God knows she's seen him at his worst before but this feels different. Much more immediate.
She wants to run, cry, faint, scream at the injustice of it all. Instead she can only stand there, breathing slowly through clenched teeth and trying to quell the churning of her stomach. Holding back sobs until her throat hurts.
A gentle hand settles on her shoulder and she jumps.
"Whoa now, take it easy." John quickly backs away, holding up his hands in placation. "It's just me."
She looks him over, taking in the bruises on his face and arms, the black t-shirt torn and smeared with dirt. Frowning at the streaks of drying blood. "You okay?"
"A little worse for wear, maybe, but I'll be fine. The blood's not mine, by the way."
Her attention strays to the surgery doors, now closed. "So what happened to you guys?"
"Genii ambush on our way back from the outpost. They gave us more resistance than expected. He got stabbed on his left side. Put up one hell of a fight before then, though."
"He's well-trained. Not his first time being stabbed either, from what I've heard." The room starts to spin, sending her swaying a bit. "Ohh-"
"Hey, you've gone white. Let's get you sitting before you keel over, huh?" He gently grasps her elbow, steering her over to a group of chairs in one obtusely-shaped corner. Talking a nurse into getting her a cup of water.
Gratefully she accepts it and leans forward. Taking small sips and a few deep breaths. Doesn't know how she's gonna pull herself together. "Think he'll be okay?"
"Sure he will. Don't worry, Carson's the best."
As they wait they watch medical staff mill about, tending to other injured marines and scientists then releasing them. The surgery doors remain shut.
Rodney comes by, left hand in a cast and holding onto his ever-present tablet while pecking at it with the other hand. John raises an inquisitive eyebrow at the injury before patting the seat on his other side. "Just a sprain according to Velasquez," he sniffs. "Too numb right now to argue but I'm certain it's broken in at least three more places than she thinks. Later I'm demanding an ultrasound to confirm. Any news on Jackson?"
"Nope."
"Mmm." His eyes flick to Becky. "Hey, he'll be okay. They may practice voodoo here but they're really good at it."
She can only nod in reply, too unsettled to speak. It's all she can do to remind herself to stay positive as it is. The thought of losing her beloved here, so far from home in a strange galaxy...
John squeezes her hand in brotherly reassurance. "Hang in there, little sis. You can do this."
Right. Easier said than done.
Becky gives herself a mental shake. Not the first time this has happened to someone she cares about, and it damned well won't be the last. Time to get a grip.
Teyla wanders over, bending to touch foreheads with all three before folding her legs and settling gracefully onto the hard floor. Ronon follows soon after, nodding in a curt but friendly manner as he leans against the wall, arms folded.
Others eventually join them in the tiny waiting area- Alex and Evan with a sleeping Nora against his shoulder, Radek and Xiaoli, even Elizabeth. Each offering her light shoulder pats and soft words of reassurance and support. Miko and Laura pass out rice balls and bottles of water.
Becky can't help but take heart from their company, the unspoken camaraderie of people who have been through hell and back for each other and lived to tell the tale. Similar to the SGC in that regard, more family than mere colleagues.
It's a comforting feeling, being part of something bigger. Reassuring to know they're not alone in the universe.
Eventually she loses track of how much actual time has passed, but it feels like forever all the same.
She's dozing fitfully against John's shoulder when Carson approaches the impromptu group still in surgical scrubs, giving them a weary smile as he takes off his mask. "Dr. Jackson will be fine. The knife just glanced off a rib, no major organs or arteries damaged. Did lose a bit of blood, though. He's gotten stitches and a transfusion."
"So he'll be okay?" she asks hopefully.
"Right as rain in no time with bed rest. Should be fine to leave by the end of the week."
A collective sigh echoes around the group, echoing her own relief.
"That's great news, Carson. Thanks," kissing him on the cheek.
"My pleasure, lass. He'll be unconscious until tomorrow, but we'll keep an eye on him."
"Can I at least see him right now?"
"Aye. He's over there." He gestures to the opposite corner of the room, the same bed she occupied just three weeks prior.
Becky bites her lip, steeling herself before shoving aside the curtain. John's right, she tells herself. You can do this.
Her heart nearly breaks all the same.
Daniel's propped up against pillows, eyes closed with his glasses resting on the bedside table. The breathing tube in his nose and IVs attached to his arms, the slow rise and fall of his chest and the steady beeping of the monitor the only signs of life. A blanket covers his body but the outline of a large bandage is visible on the left side of his chest- coincidentally the same approximate location as her own scar received during the landslide years ago, which twinges in sympathy.
She's filled with a desperate longing to crawl into bed and kiss him better everywhere she can reach. Instead she settles for only his cheek, telling Nurse Velasquez she'll return first thing in the morning.
No appetite for a late supper but at least the shower's nice and hot.
The bed, however, is very cold that night. And very, very lonely. It takes a mental lullaby from a solicitous 'Lantis before she can get any sleep.
~Be at peace, Domina. Your beloved is safe. All will be well in the morning, I promise you.~
She fervently hopes so.
Becky hates feeling so darn useless. The anxiety, the endless circling around what-ifs painfully familiar, even reminiscent of visiting Mac in the hospital after an assignment and seeing any of SG-1 in the infirmary after a mission.
She sighs and settles in the nearby chair, opening her book. Good thing she'd had the foresight to pack one when Jack had suggested preparing a go bag for emergencies. Yet after reading the same paragraph five times she realizes she's too distracted to concentrate and sets it aside in favor of just holding his hand.
Medical personnel swirl around tending to him and other patients but they're easily ignored. For a long time all she sees is her beloved.
Close to lunchtime Daniel finally opens his eyes, staring blankly around the room before focusing on her. "Atlantis, right?"
She smiles in relief. "Yeah. You okay?"
An ironic twist to his lips. "I didn't die again. So there's that."
"Honestly," she groans, "how can you make jokes at a time like this? That's Jack's department."
"Sorry."
"Carson says it'll take a while to heal properly but you should be able to go back through the Gate by the end of the week. Janet will have to supervise the rest of your recovery after that. And so will I. The well-being of my boss is important to me, you know." She cups one side of his face, thumb brushing against his cheek. "Very important," she adds softly.
Though she's seen him badly injured in the past it's never worried her quite this much. Maybe it's the fact they're over three million light-years from home that's made it more nerve-wracking. Or because she could've lost him for good. Or simply that she's never fallen so deeply in love before now, to the point of seeing him as essential to her as air, as water, as life itself.
Most likely all of the above.
A tear trickles down her cheek. He reaches up and brushes it away with infinite tenderness. "Hey, don't cry. I'll be fine."
She holds onto that hand, entwining their fingers. "I know. It's just that when you went into the surgery you looked awful. I was so afraid you'd die for good, and-" She swallows the lump in her throat, wipes away more tears with the back of her other hand. "I love you more than anything, raven. It would kill me to lose you."
"Oh, hummingbird. I feel the same about you." His own eyes are moist with emotion.
It comes to her in a single moment of purest clarity. As if Kallan was right, about the Ancestors revealing her destiny.
Raven and Hummingbird. Save for the ones they share in multiple languages they've never used any other endearments in English, preferring to use those two simple words for expressing the profound depth of their feelings for one another.
Ever since meeting for a second time under Cheyenne Mountain they've been bound to one another physically, mentally and emotionally in a hundred different ways, through similar losses, shared experiences, wacky offworld ceremonies and telepathic Ancient tech. She'd felt it when he'd been stabbed, for god's sake. As if needing any more proof they were soulmates.
There's no one more compatible for her than Daniel. No one she trusts more. She simply cannot live without him.
The next stage of their life together is just within reach if she but asks the question. What they've surely been heading towards the whole time since that first Memorial Day, possibly as far back as Seattle. A long and convoluted path full of heartbreak and tragedy, but also moments of joy and contentment.
And above all an enduring love, one she'd never dreamed she could have six years ago.
Take a chance, kiddo. Be brave. Following that advice has gotten her further than she'd ever expected.
She's ready. Is he?
Only one way to find out.
Heart pounding in her ears she gets down on one knee, still holding onto his hand.
His brow furrows. "Um, Becky? What are you doing?"
She takes a deep breath. "Daniel, ever since we met in Seattle we've had a special connection, one that's lasted even as we were separated by both time and space. I can't imagine the rest of my life without you, and there's nothing I'd like better than for us to build a future together. So I ask you from the bottom of my heart, will you please marry me?"
John's not believing what he's hearing. Then again maybe he should, given the trajectory of their relationship.
What incredible luck, to wind up here at this precise moment. He'd been heading for the cafeteria with Teyla and Ronon to meet up with Rodney, but they'd decided to pay a little visit to the infirmary first. Apparently Alex and Evan Lorne had the same idea, with Wang Xiaoli naturally tagging along. Elizabeth had popped in on a break from administrative work, and Rodney stumbled in just a second ago, grumbling about ungrateful partners and teammates not showing up for lunch dates when they're supposed to.
So there are an awful lot of witnesses around to hear that fateful question coming from his little sister-in-spirit. Now everyone's waiting with baited breath for Jackson's answer.
Alex, Evan and Xiaoli beam with pride while Teyla and Elizabeth share a delighted look.
Ronon and Carson both nod in satisfaction and Rodney just gapes at the couple, rendered speechless for the second time in two weeks.
Medical staff, marines and scientists unabashedly stare in open curiosity. This is gonna be the talk of the colony for weeks on end, if not the entire New Earth SGC.
John can't seem to stop grinning, as if he had something to do with it himself. (Well, other than allowing Jackson on the mission, but him getting stabbed was the Genii's fault, not his.)
Say yes, he mouths to Jackson.
This is gonna be good.
Daniel just stares at her, wide-eyed. Mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out.
The silence stretches on. She fears the worst.
Finally he swallows. "Um, yes?"
She blinks. "You mean...?"
He's grinning openly now, warm and genuine and with so much love it nearly takes her breath away. "Yeah Becky, I do. I'll marry you."
"Oh, Daniel-" Further words fail her. Instead she leans in for a warm, lingering kiss, mindful of his injury.
The sound of applause makes her pull back, staring at the enthusiastically cheering crowd in stupefaction. When the hell did everyone show up?
John's the first to step up and congratulate them, grinning. "Fantastic news, guys. Wanna have the ceremony here?"
"I'd be more than happy to officiate," Elizabeth agrees. "I'm sure General O'Neill would consider it as valid as any marriage on New Earth."
"Unlike other ceremonies we've participated in offworld," Daniel notes dryly. "There was that one we had on PX7-248, remember?"
Becky smacks her forehead. "God, I forgot about that one. So I guess that means we're already been married for several years now, huh?"
"Uh-huh. Maybe we should be renewing our vows instead."
She stares at him for a second before breaking out in helpless laughter. Elizabeth and John both stare as if she's gone nuts. "He's joking, really," she feels compelled to explain once she calms down. "Just an offworld ceremony we had to participate in back in the day. Seriously, while the idea of a wedding here is very tempting, we'd better have it on New Earth. Both of my uncles would be livid they don't get to escort me down the aisle and I'd really prefer my fiancé here didn't die before the wedding," giving Daniel a sly look and getting an affectionate smirk in return.
John chuckles. "Fair enough. Hey, maybe you guys can come here for the honeymoon instead."
Rodney scoffs, rolling his eyes. "For god's sake, this is hardly a luxury resort. Whatever possessed you to make such a ridiculous offer?"
Daniel cocks his head in sudden interest, a speculative look in his eyes. "You know, you both might be on to something."
John quirks an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah? How so?"
Weariness hits with a vengeance before he can answer. He sags against the pillows with a groan.
Carson steps forward, making shooing motions. "All right now, away with the lot of you! Dr. Jackson needs his rest. Not you, lass," when Becky moves to leave. "I'll give ye some privacy for a wee bit. My heartiest congratulations." He winks at them before whisking the curtain around the bed.
"Anything you need?" she asks him, tenderly brushing his hair back from his face. It's a little longer than it was a few years ago, though not nearly as long as back in Seattle. Still, it's grown out just enough so she can run her hands through it whenever she likes.
"Just you," Daniel sighs in sleepy pleasure, leaning into her caressing hand. He yawns. "God, I'm exhausted. Stay here for a while?" Even as he asks his eyes are already closing.
"Sure. I'm not going anywhere. Sleep well." She places a gentle kiss on his forehead. He's already out, lips curved in the most beatific smile.
She settles back in the chair but soon scoots it closer so she can rest her head against his chest. Reveling in his steady heartbeat and soft breathing as her own eyes close, safe beside her beloved.
For a close-knit community word tends to travel around the colony at close to wormhole speed. Thirty minutes later personnel of all divisions are practically buzzing with the news.
Within the hour Chuck and Radek are already preparing an immediate emergency databurst for transmission to the SGC.
Two hours later the decrypted communique is resting on the desk of General-Governor Jack O'Neill as he comes into his office for the morning.
After giving it a quick once-over his eyebrows rise to his hairline, almost spitting out a mouthful of klah in the process. He swallows and gives it a more careful reading, just to make sure it hasn't changed in the last second.
It is with great joy the people of Atlantis Colony announce the engagement of Drs. Rebecca Grahme and Daniel Jackson of New Earth. We wish them every happiness.
(P.S. to General-Governor O'Neill: Dr. Grahme proposed to Dr. Jackson at his bedside in the infirmary after being injured on a mission.)
"Huh," he finally says after a long while. "That's something." Then a wide grin splits his face. "Good for you, kids. About damn time."
He reaches for his radio. "Hey, Mac? Have I got news for you..."
Days pass- which the happy couple hardly notices- before Daniel's released from the infirmary.
To celebrate Atlantis decides to throw them a party in the commons. Such impromptu gatherings serve much the same purpose as on New Earth, and they've provided the perfect excuse for this one, part engagement and part going-away.
Becky's absurdly glad there's something in her stomach to counteract the giddiness she's feeling this night, sitting close by her beloved on one of the couches, soaking up the warmth and fellowship. People shower them- in varying degrees of familiarity with the couple- with well-wishes, handshakes, gentle hugs and even Athosian-style forehead touches.
Everyone's in high spirits, full of good food and drink, chatting and laughing and dancing to music- swing style's especially popular, for some reason- by decent amateur musicians. There's even a piano (donated to the colony last week by Jack via Gate, on Becky's advice), which Radek plays with consummate skill.
With Daniel's permission John takes her for a spin or two around the dance floor ("Remember New Year's Eve in the Mountain?") to be followed by Evan and Carson. Even Rodney cuts in for a turn- surprisingly light on his feet for a scientist and with his hand still bandaged- as a halfway decent partner. Daniel eventually claims her for a few slow dances.
Even before the expedition departed they were already close to becoming one people. Though the colony is forever tied to New Earth by their mutual origins they fully consider themselves Lanteans, having risked their lives for each other many times over and come out all the stronger for it.
Good for them.
Eventually a lull fills the evening and people settle down. Teyla, Halling and Taleweaver Deyna move gracefully to the center of the room, expertly weaving together tales and snatches of song from the time of the Ancestors to the arrival of the Expedition. Even adding their arrival some three weeks ago and the recontact with New Earth to the saga.
Strange to think they're now part of the history of this galaxy, for better or worse.
The stories provide a necessary element of gravitas to the celebration. Afterwards the music returns, more loud and boisterous than ever before as people celebrate with renewed vigor the fact they've lived to see another day.
Much later they stand on the balcony of their suite, marveling at the brilliant nighttime view, unfamiliar stars and nebulae and the pale sweep of the galactic arm streaking diagonally across the sky.
"Beautiful here, isn't it?" Becky says with a sigh. "I'm half afraid I'm gonna wake up and this will all be just a dream."
Daniel grins down at her. "We must be sharing the same dream. Though I don't think I would've let myself get stabbed in the first place."
"Mmm. Good point." She leans into his left and he pulls back a little, wincing.
"Ah, not right there, please."
"Sorry," shifting to his other side. "How's the wound?"
His hand hovers over the bandage under his shirt, as if dying to scratch. "Stitches are tugging and itching a bit, but otherwise no worse than what happens on an average mission."
"I'm glad." An impish smile. "Wouldn't do for you to die again on me before the wedding, you know."
He rolls his eyes. "Oh, very funny."
"You're the one who brought it up." She pauses, taking no small pleasure in the play of moonlight against his handsome features, the subtle shine of the stone beads on his left wrist, right next to his watch. "So you like the bracelet?"
He lifts his arm a little, admiring. "Uh-huh. Pretty thoughtful of you."
"You can thank Kallan, actually. He thought it kinda serves the same function as the necklace you gave me."
"I remember buying that for you purely on a whim." He gently fingers the hummingbird engraved in gold amid a backdrop of silver swirls where it sits right below her neck, caressing the skin underneath as well. "I'm glad you still have it after all this time."
"So am I." An odd little smile crosses his lips. "What is it?"
"Just that out of everything that's occurred during the past three weeks- coming here, learning about Atlantis and this galaxy, even getting injured on a mission- you proposing to me was the least expected."
She frowns slightly. "You haven't changed your mind, have you?"
"Nope, though I confess to being a little disappointed. You see, I was planning on asking you first."
"Really?" She ducks her head. "Sorry about that."
He gently tilts her chin back up, smiling into her eyes. "Never apologize for being brave, Becky. Not to me, not ever." He pauses. "To be honest I'm glad it happened this way instead."
"Reckless and a bit wacko?"
"Brave and a touch unconventional, perhaps." Long fingers gently stroke her face and down her neck, his teasing touch invoking the most delightful shivers. "But that's one of the things I admire the most about you. You always have another way of looking at things."
"So do you," she says fondly, tucking her head against his chest.
A familiar presence stirs from within.
~Congratulations on your engagement, Domina.~
Thank you, Huy-Braesealis. And thanks for bringing us here, too.
~You are welcome. My thanks in return for providing me with the means to reconnect with my sister. I have missed her company.~
My pleasure. Hopefully we'll be able to visit here more in the future. And maybe someday discover what happened to Lavondis and Caeris.
~I hope so as well. Atlantis and I are curious as to the fate of our sibling-cities. Your servant, Domina.~
"Talking with Huy-Braesealis?" Daniel asks with an indulgent smile. "Good thing I'm used to sharing you with him by now."
"You don't mind, do you?"
"Not when it's brought us this far. You've given us another chance to survive. That's not nothing."
An off-handed shrug. "Wasn't really me, though. It's all Huy-Braesealis, I'm just the conduit."
"Don't sell yourself short. If it wasn't for you none of us would be here now. We wouldn't have been able to defeat Anubis, wouldn't have known anything about either city." Gently wrapping a strand of hair around his fingers then bringing it to his lips. "We wouldn't be standing on this balcony, either."
"Maybe so, but you're the one who had the insight to unlock the Gate in the first place. All this is because of you, not me."
They stare out at the star-filled surface of the water, watching the moons set. Taking a quiet delight in each other's presence, even as she feels a little thrill for the future.
They're getting married. Maybe not right away, but at least it's a certainty instead of a possibility.
"Daniel?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you believe in fate? Like we're fulfilling a destiny, or if all this has been set in motion just for us?"
His brows draw together in thought. "I don't think I do," he finally says. "There have been too many encounters with aliens posing as would-be gods for me to believe in a real, active divinity. Or even destiny, for that matter. We do the best we can, that's all there is to it. Make our own luck."
"Improvising, as Mac might say. That sounds about right." She laughs briefly, then sobers. "Though you know, ever so often I get this feeling I'm being watched-"
"—By someone other than Huy-Braesealis, you mean?"
"Yeah. As if it's-" She shakes her head. "Nah, never mind. Probably just my imagination."
He purses his lips, considering. "Actually I think you're right, someone is watching over you. In fact, I'm certain of it."
"Really? Who?"
An impish smile. "Me, of course."
She rolls her eyes. "Oh, very droll."
"Doesn't mean it's not true." He turns her to face him, cupping one side of her face, thumb stroking her cheek. "And I always will. I look forward to growing old with you, meu lindo beija-flor. "
"Me too, meu belo corvo." She nestles back into his arms, resting her head against his chest in languid content.
The universe is full of amazing things.
But love between kindred spirits- two solitary introverts taking refuge in one another- must surely be the most amazing of them all.
Becky zips up her go bag, now including three cozy woven blankets (two blue-gray and the gray split-style, gifted by Deyna), cloth pouches of Teyla's delicious tea and some Athosian wafer cookies in a sturdy basket. "I can't believe it's only been three weeks. There's so much we didn't get to see."
Rodney snorts. "Like a Wraith attack? Oh yeah, those are always loads of fun. We'll try to schedule one for you next time."
"If there is a next time."
John chuckles, patting her on the shoulder. "Oh, there will be, don't worry. Now that we have enough power for regular connections I have a feeling you're gonna be visiting more often than you think. And we'll always leave the welcome mat out for you two."
Daniel nods agreement. "There are sure to be a lot more opportunities for research coming up. As well as other activities." A meaningful glance passes between the two, secret plans doubtless being made.
She chooses to ignore it in favor of grabbing his go bag. Judging by the extra heft it contains the wall hanging from Deyna and select Ancient artifacts loaned by Alex for further study.
He looks a little put out at her gesture. "You don't have to carry that. I can manage just fine on my own."
She waves away his objections. "Look, you were stabbed only a few days ago. Carson's warned against you doing anything too strenuous. Relax, I've got this."
"Hey, let her spoil you for once," John says as he picks up her go bag. "Trust me, the key to a good relationship is knowing when to give in every now and then and let 'em think they've won."
Rodney shoots him a baleful look. "Oh, very funny. Can we get this farewell thing over with so I can get back to work? I have several important projects going on and those halfwit minions of mine are going to bungle them up completely if I'm not there to supervise."
"Sure, whatever you say," with an easy smirk that earns him another glare.
In the Gateroom Becky's a little taken aback by all the people waiting to see them off, but willingly exchanges forehead touches, hugs and handshakes with dear friends old and new. Xiaoli, Alex and Evan with Nora (more siblings to come someday, she's sure), Teyla and Ronon. Carson and Radek, Miko and Laura.
"Thank you for your help. You and Huy-Braesealis have given us more of a chance than we've ever had before," Elizabeth says as they embrace. "Now we can truly give the people of Pegasus the opportunity to free themselves from the Wraith. You're both welcome to visit again at any time."
"My pleasure. And thank you for your hospitality. I'm looking forward to telling the New Earth council that Atlantis Colony is alive and well. I just have one last thing to ask everyone here, if that's all right with you."
"Go ahead."
She turns and addresses the crowd, spreading her arms wide. "Now or never, folks. Is there anyone who wants to come back with us?" Not a single person answers in the affirmative. Just as she figured. "Okay Chuck, dial us out of here."
Eight chevrons light up and the wormhole establishes itself, settling into the familiar shimmering, water-like surface of the event horizon.
Becky hefts their go bags and glances one final time around the Gateroom, taking in the striking architecture of Atlantis and all the dear friends who now call it home.
A whisper of a silvery, blue-green presence enters her mind, touching the pale gold, amber and russet within.
~Farewell, brother. I look forward to keeping in contact with you through the astria porta.~
~So do I, sister. Farewell.~
Thank you for your hospitality as well, 'Lantis. I hope we can return someday.
~As do I, Domina. You will always be welcome in my city. Until we meet again.~
Daniel grins down at her. "Back into the fray?"
"Yeah, why not."
Together they step through the Gate-
-arriving on the other side to the sound of applause from Gateroom personnel and a proud Mac, Jack, Sam, Teal'c and Janet waiting at the end of the ramp.
"Howdy kids," Jack quips. "What took you so long?"
"Good to have you guys back. The place just hasn't been the same without ya."
Daniel rolls his eyes, gingerly settling onto the infirmary bed while Janet examines the scar under the bandage, admiring Carson's neat handiwork. "We've only been gone three weeks, Jack. Nothing close to your time on Edora."
"Oh, you don't know how much I've missed that sunny disposition of yours, Danny. Now let me get this straight- all the wacko stuff happening over there and absolutely no one wanted to come back?"
"Yeah. They're bound and determined to make a go of it in spite of the danger. They've made Atlantis their home for good."
"Huh." Jack rocks back on his heels. "More power to 'em, I guess. Though the thought of life-sucking space vampires gives me a serious case of the creeps."
"You and me both," Becky agrees.
"The Wraith do appear to be a most formidable foe," Teal'c observes. "I trust Atlantis has adequate defenses?"
"They have the same shield capability as Huy-Braesealis, but we never got to see any drones in action. Nor anything like the aktina, though there may yet be an equivalent tucked away in an unexplored lab for all we know. They do have their own Jumpers, at least. And the city flies as well."
Jack's eyes widen. "Get out. A flying city for real? Sweet. Piloted by Sheppard, I assume?"
Daniel nods. "Atlantis has a control chair, just like Huy-Braesealis. Being the strongest ATA-positive the city's AI inducted him as its Dominus, so he has that duty in addition to Military Commander and leader of its flagship Gate team."
"Huh. Busy guy." He looks impressed despite himself. "How do they feel about keeping in regular contact with us?"
"Elizabeth said they'd welcome it, though they're certainly not lacking in supplies these days," Becky says. "All their manufactories have been brought online now, along with greenhouses and trade agreements in place with local allies." A thought comes to her. "You know, we can easily establish regular commerce between the two galaxies now, either by ship or Gate. That is, once we find a stable enough energy source to power the transgalactic crossing."
"Which you already accomplished during the fugue state," Sam remarks. "Connecting the ZPM to the DHD and using the residual neutrino energy stored in the Stargate for a power boost was a stroke of genius."
Becky stares at her with a mixture of both amazement and dismay. "You know, I still can't remember everything Huy-Braesealis made me do. I hope I didn't hurt anyone, or at least not on purpose."
Jack waves his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Forgiven and forgotten, You weren't yourself then, we get it. Even before Zero Hour someone's brain getting hijacked was just another Tuesday."
"All the same, I really oughta pay a visit to Huy-Braesealis once I can make arrangements for a Jumper trip. He'll be tickled pink to have regular contact restored with his sister city."
Daniel frowns. "Um, getting back on track, we should remember Atlantis is supposed to be an autonomous yet affiliated colony, as well as our contingency plan. We did agree to a hands-off policy before Departure, after all."
"We did and it makes sense," Becky agrees. "I'm just saying Atlantis and here could serve as trading hubs for extra security, since both are protected by Ancient technology. Moreover, we'd only welcome in any trading partners we already trust, maybe give them conditional IDCs as an additional safeguard or whatever. And we've got some empty warehouses near the base we can let them use to store stuff while they do their business in our forums."
Jack rubs his chin. "Ambitious but doable, I guess. Still angling for that commonwealth notion of yours, huh Beck?"
"It is a worthy attempt to begin a lasting peace, O'Neill," Teal'c says, thoughtfully.
She smiles at him, pleased by his unexpected endorsement. "Exactly. Besides, we're too deeply entrenched in the fate of both galaxies to shirk our responsibilities now. Elizabeth feels the same."
"Yeah, I hear ya. In that case, why don't we set up a commuting schedule with Caldwell's Daedalus for starters then hash out the rest of the details in council later. Now on to more important news." Velvet brown eyes twinkle with mirth. "So Danny, I hear you're gonna be my nephew-in-law for real."
"Oh god, that's right," he groans. "Becky, I'm sorry but I'm taking it all back. I'd rather be possessed by a Goa'uld than have the likes of Jack for an uncle-in-law."
Her eyes go wide. "You'd what?"
"Dammit Daniel! Don't you dare make my niece suffer a broken heart." Jack's voice has taken on a hard edge. "I swear if you do I'll kill you, and make damn sure it's permanent."
She spins around to gape at him, even more scandalized. "You wouldn't!"
"Wouldn't I?" The two men glare at each other.
"Jack..."
"Daniel..."
Becky groans, holding her head in her hands. How did she let this get so out of control?
And where's Uncle Mac when she needs him, anyway? Surely he'd be the voice of reason in all this.
She urgently turns to the others. "Guys, do something before they kill each other. Please!"
No one says a word. Sam bites at her lower lip, Janet's mouth sets in a thin line and Teal'c remains as impassive as ever.
It's official. Everyone except for her has gone absolutely nuts.
The silence stretches even further, making Becky more and more anxious with every passing second.
Then finally she just loses it, deliberately throwing herself in between her uncle and her fiancé, arms spread out to either side in a protective gesture. "All right, I've had it up to here with you two! Apologize to each other this instant or I'll throttle you both. I'll do it, I'm warning you!"
Jack lifts a single eyebrow, his steely gaze shifting to her. "Oh you would, would you?" he asks in a quiet, dangerous tone.
She assumes a defiant stance with hands on hips, firing her own glare right back at him. Stubbornness runs in the family. "Yeah, I would. I love him, and I'll do anything to protect him from you- Uncle or not, General-Governor or not- hell, even black ops training or not."
Daniel looks smug until she rounds on him in turn. "And don't think you're gonna get away with insulting him like that, either! He and Mac have been there for me when I needed them most and I love them equally. Besides he's a good man underneath the gruffness and snark, you of all people know that."
For a split second she catches a playful glance out of the corner of her eye from Jack and shared between the five of them. Would've literally passed right over her head if she hadn't been trained in their peculiar version of nonverbal communication.
They're teasing her. And she fell for it.
Unbelievable.
She throws up her hands in disgust. "Oh for crying out loud! Like you're all six years old or something. I give up."
The tension immediately deflates. Sam and Janet break out into wide grins. Even Teal'c looks distinctly amused.
Jack smirks. "Well, I guess we've been told off. Right, guys?"
"Oh, I found it pretty touching myself," Daniel quips. "Never had anyone willing to throttle you in my defense before."
Becky rolls her eyes, slapping him lightly on the arm. "God, you're just as bad as him, I swear."
"Who, me?" He deliberately does his most innocent expression- complete with signature pout- for her, which he knows darn well makes her melt inside.
Oh yeah, she'll get him for that. But later, after he recovers a bit more.
Sam embraces her, chuckling. "Congratulations! So proud of you for popping the question. I don't think I could be that brave."
Teal'c nods in satisfaction. "Indeed. Are we to keep these glad tidings to ourselves, or may others be informed as well?"
Jack rocks back on his heels, looking a little sheepish. "Yeah, about that. I think word may have already gotten around after that emergency databurst. You know how big a gossip Walter is."
Becky groans. "Let me guess, the SGC and the settlement plus all the bases? Including Atlantis that's gonna be a hell of a invite list."
"Hey, it's the wedding of the decade around here. Though honestly I'm more surprised you kids didn't have the ceremony right there on the spot. Would've been just as valid here."
"I know, but we'd already planned to have it here regardless, since I'm counting on you and Mac to give me away."
He beams at her. "That's my girl. Looking forward to it. Hope you two enjoyed your vacation, 'cause Quinn's been in way over his head since you left. Also, Major Begay has requested your help prepping for a negotiation mission to that place we get the textiles from- Tarzan or Tarmac or-" A vague wave of his hand. "Help me out here, Carter?"
"Tarraka, sir."
"Right, that place. Before then you've both got a few days off. Go home, unpack, get some sleep, that sort of thing. Good job on the recon, kids. Looking forward to reading your full report. Anything you want to add, Janet?"
"Everything looks satisfactory to me. Carson does good work. However, I recommend that he spends a lot of time in bed to make sure it's fully healed. I'm sure Becky can keep an eye on him."
Becky returns her cheeky wink with a grin. "You bet I can. Tell Mac and Cassie we'll see them for dinner tomorrow, okay?"
"Excellent," Jack says in his best Mr. Burns imitation. "Oh, and one final question, guys. Do you think Sheppard and the rest are cracked for wanting to stay in that wacko galaxy?"
Becky shares a knowing glance with Daniel. "On the contrary. I think they're exactly where they're supposed to be."
He smirks. "Yeah, I think so too. See ya later." Everyone present knows an O'Neill-style dismissal when they hear one.
Daniel smiles and takes her hand. "Ready to go home?"
"Oh yeah, you have no idea," she sighs.
Much as she loved being in Atlantis New Earth's more familiar and comfortable, especially with her unconventional family present. Though she wouldn't mind living there if the contingency plan ever had to go in effect, either.
After all, home doesn't have to consist merely of four walls and a roof over her head. It can also be two compelling, ocean-blue eyes and a strong, steady heartbeat.
Wherever she and Daniel make their home in the future- New Earth or Atlantis or some other planet- she knows they'll be together for always.
Which is exactly where they are supposed to be.
Blink-and-you'll-miss-it mention of SG-1 S3 E17, "A Hundred Days."
Becky and Daniel's surprise wedding ceremony on PX7-246 can be found in Ch. 2 of Plus One.
Please see A Linguist's Guide to New Earth on AO3 for translations.