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Ch. 1

"Um..." started Sheppard. "Hi...sis."

"I fell." she said, quite clearly. He nodded, slowly, determined not to say anything that she might construe as rude. She might put him back in the hospital.

Rodney, in a mood that resembled jealousy, put up the shield. But before he did, out from the portal stepped a Wraith. One of the leaders, not a bodyguard. Behind him, three flashes of light ensured that no bodyguards would be coming after it. Keda looked at it as it pointed the stun gun at her and Carson and her eyes narrowed.

And then everything happened very fast.

A split second before it fired, She kicked off the wall and then pushed Carson back against the wall so that the stun missile went sailing past them as she curled up into a ball, hands clenched on the door jamb and feet resting precariously on the same section of wall.

It might be prudent to point out at this point in time that she was wearing her light, loose, sleeveless night shirt, her light blue flannel pajama bottoms, her combat boots and not much else, which meant that when she had curled up, so had her shirt. And although Carson had not been hit by the stun gun, he was on the ground none the less from the force of the kick she used to knock him back, and seemed frozen only because of the view.

And Rodney, over by the consoles, was equally oblivious to all happenings because of this, how shall I put it, 'wardrobe malfunction'.

Although the Wraith seemed not to be interested, which, if they had been capable of intelligent speech, the two doctors would have marveled at.

There was a second in which the Wraith and the robot stared at each other, and then it raised the stun gun again and she pushed off the wall and rolled into a standing position.

Her shirt fell back down to cover her and both Rodney and Carson felt instant embarrassment, which they covered for by taking cover, leaving Keda to be covered by Sheppard, Teyla, and Aidan, who were far more qualified to shoot weaponry at the enemy.

Keda's brazen attitude towards the Wraith angered it some, and after she narrowly avoided six more shots, it threw down the weapon and came after her with its bare hands.

Sheppard and Aidan were watching her with some sense of amazement. They still had their guns trained on the Wraith, but they were admiring the way she was kicking its ass.

As it swung at her with it's left, she ducked and lashed out with her own vicious series of kicks and punches. She whirled around with the grace of a dancer, and it was Weir who first realized that she wasn't even looking at the Wraith.

"Her eyes are closed." she said. Sheppard and Aidan looked at her, and ten back at Keda. She had just blocked and delivered a powerful blow on his head. (Considering that she's a robot, I think that everything she'd be doing is powerful.)

And she looked as if she were enjoying this fight immensely.

She also looked as if she were dancing.

But, since she was insane, this probably had a very simple explanation. Maybe she thought she was dreaming?

But after a small, barely noticeable slip of her foot, the Wraith knocked her up against the wall and grabbed her by the throat. Instantly her eyes opened, but instead of worry, they saw an extreme dislike and some other emotion that rated the phrase, "That was a mistake."

Her hands grabbed his arm as he attempted to suck the life out of her and she gave an inhuman yell as she ripped his arm right out of its socket!!

Aidan, John, Rodney, Weir, Teyla, and Beckett gaped as the Wraith bellowed in pain. But what happened next seemed...surreal.

She pulled the hand off of her neck, where it had left a sizeable hicky-looking mark, and then started beating the Wraith with it.

With his feeding hand gone, the Wraith quickly succumbed to the darkness of death, as he was unable to regenerate anything. When she was sure that he had ceased breathing, Kedawen looked at him, dropped the arm, felt her neck, and promptly passed out.

There was a pause, and then the others dashed from their positions to go over to her. Carson was the first one there, having been the closest, and he checked her eyes, her hands, and behind her ears.

Being a robot, he had discovered fairly early on in his investigation of her that she didn't have the obvious vital signs that the rest of them did. She didn't have lungs, so it was pointless to check her nonexistent breathing. She didn't have a heart either, so no pulse. At least, not a normal one.

Behind her ears, her synthetic skin was the thinnest, and beneath it, the lights of her cerebral cortex could be seen, blinking away to let him know that she was still active. Her hands, where her interface nodes were housed, were vibrating still, as the nodes were ever ready to connect her to any computer, and her eyes, when she wasn't doing anything but standing still, where constantly flicking back and forth so fast, it almost looked like they weren't moving at all.

"She's still alive," Carson sighed, relieved, as Rodney and the others approached.

"Will she be okay?" he asked, genuinely worried.

"Tha's yer area of expertise, Rodney. I'm no' a scientis'." replied the doctor, and Rodney nodded.

"Right, come on, let's get her to the Lab." he said. He reached to pick her up, as did Carson, but John beat them both to it, scooping up his surrogate sister and giving them both knowing and exasperated looks.

"Amateurs." he muttered, shaking his head as he shifted the unconscious robot teen in his arms. The two of them looked away, their faces slowly turning red.

A/N: Gasp! The trouble is starting already!!! Stay tuned, campers, it's going to be a bumpy ride.