A.N: I LOVE YOU GUYS! Thanks go to…Belisse, fififolle, kippling croft, Emma, Evilclone, Dr. Dredd, Lucimon, and P3anut. I'm soooo sorry that I haven't updated! I kinda broke my Internet connection.

Also to Emma… I guess I need to clarify some things. Firstly, thank you for your constructive criticism. Now, as to why she had to turn it off the old fashioned way… well, obviously she still wanted to stay in there! And as we saw in Hide and Seek, the subconscious can be a very strong thing. I have never read anything by Anne Macaffery. We have some laying around here somewhere… And as to the chair… I only watched The Eye last night! Sadly, Australia is at least half a year behind in most of the really good shows. Anyway…My way of thinking of it is that Sheppard is yet to learn long distance mental control. So I would like to think of this as working with the canon procedures, just extending them slightly.

Wow! Can't believe I wrote that much… Still, hope that answers some of your worries. Anyway, I hope you're still enjoying this.

Now on with the story!

Jeans and Genes, Chapter 3: Take a deep breath…

By the time that Elizabeth reached the mess for lunch, the word had been spread to those few who hadn't been out on the balcony: Dr. Weir could control the ancient technology far better than the major. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of the bruising the military leader's ego was taking.

Grabbing a plate, she quickly spotted Rodney sequestered in one of the corners, his eyes flickering back and forth over the rapidly flashing columns of scientific data.

"Mind if I join you?" Elizabeth asked. Receiving no reply, she settled herself into the seat, and began eating as rapidly as possible. Just as she was finishing off the instant potato, Rodney finally realized she was sitting across from him.

"How long have you been sitting there?" he asked in surprise.

Pausing in her food consumption, she quickly replied, "Long enough to finish all my vegetables." Before she began her attack on the lone piece of pie.

Rodney's brows shot upwards, "Are you sure you're all right?"

Unable to speak through the mouthful she had just taken, she nodded.

"It's just I've never seen you… inhale your food before." Rodney said in awe.

Elizabeth shrugged, "I was just extremely hugry. I guess that took a lot out of me."

Rodney smiled, "We could tell. Towards the end, that is."

"I owe you an apology for earlier." Elizabeth said, carefully placing her fork back onto her plate.

"Don't worry about it. A few more cups of extra strong coffee, and I'll be right as rain." Rodney said, before draining his cup, "But I have to get a few things together before we're due to leave. So I'll see you in the control room?"

"You've got half an hour, so please don't get lost in some science project." She ordered.

"I had no intention of doing that. None whatsoever!" Rodney replied, a hurt puppy look coming across his face.

"Of course, Rodney. Of course."

There was a smug look upon Rodney's face when he marched into the Control Room, almost a full minute and a half before they were due to depart.

"Wow, Rodney!" John said with a grin, "I think you just set a new record!"

"Yes, we all know how impeccable your timing is Major." Rodney fired back.

"Gentlemen!" Elizabeth called as she and Teyla came down the stairs, "As important as your… conversation is, it may be wise toget underway. That is if you want to be back in time for dinner, of course."

"Well, of course we want to be back for dinner!" Rodney exclaimed, "Who could resist real food when greeted with the possibility of MREs?"

Teyla folded her arms across her chest, "Although I may not like the military rations, they are a source of sustenance. We shall make sure that we complete the work, and if we finish it before the evening meal, then all the better for us all."

"Don't worry. We'll save you some dessert." Elizabeth said, "Right, AT-1, you have a go. Take care of yourselves."

With that, AT-1 walked up the jumper's ramp, their packs slung over their shoulders. Just as Rodney reached the top, he turned around, "Oh, Elizabeth?"

"Yes, Rodney?" She asked, pausing her ascent of the stairs.

"Isn't that my shirt?" He said, a grin spilling over his face, as the door closed. With a whir, the jumper rose into the air as the stargate roared into life. It flew through the rippling surface, and Elizabeth involuntarily shivered. Pushing the feeling into the back of her mind, she walked back to her office, and the huge mountain of paperwork that awaited.

The incoming traveler alarm blared through the facility, rousing her from the stupor that had engulfed her as she read. Realizing that AT-1 wasn't due back for another four and a half hours, she slammed her file back down on the desk, and raced out into the control center.

"Is the shield holding?" Elizabeth demanded, instantly in Commander mode.

"Steady at one hundred percent." Peter reported. Everyone drew a collective breath, awaiting whatever was on its way though the wormhole. They didn't have to wait long.

There was a flash, then a ripple across the surface of the shield.

And all Hell broke loose.

A.N: Sorry to leave you hanging. I should update at some point this week, but once again, it is another week of insanity. BUT I am really loving writing this, and I hope that you're enjoying it too. So if you are, Click the button and tell me! Flames shall be used to burn Koyla's Zombie, and criticism shall be taken notice of!

P.S: Thanks to PurpleYin for your review (Only just got it!)