This Was Her

He remembered that not more than two months ago he had honestly thought that he may never get to go home. He was going to die on Atlantis once the Wraith attack. When he had the chance to send a message, he did. It had taken him hours to actually come up with a message that was suitable. They were after all, going to be his last words ever heard on Earth at the time. Then he realized that there was only one person he should send it to. His sister, Jeannie.

It was settled. Rodney McKay was going for a three day trip to Earth. Of course it was almost four weeks when you considered how long it took to get back to Atlantis on the Daedalus.

He already knew what his main priority had to be on his trip. On the first day he would take care of anything that needed to be done at the SGC. Then, the one thing he was dreading the most; going to see Jeannie. If he were to, no, not if. When he went to see her, it would be the first time he would have seen his sister in six years.

Something inside him had finally made him realize that no matter what. He had to see her. Because who knows, maybe tomorrow he'd die knowing that he never took his chance to see her.

Still as Rodney stepped through the stargate to Earth, he had absolutely no clue what he was even going to say to her once he saw her. 'Gee sorry Jeannie, I was to busy with my own life. What have you been up to though?' As much as he would like it to be that easy, he knew it wasn't. He couldn't show up after all this time and just be a moron again to her like he had in the past. If he really wanted her to forgive him, he knew he couldn't do something like that. Not again.

"Thank-you! Oh please." Rodney complained sarcastically to himself. Of all the things to say to someone after you've pulled them over at a border crossing. "Thank-you," he said aloud again mocking the guard. After a long flight and now a seemingly even longer drive, Rodney was finally heading to see Jeannie.

He had managed to get her address while he was still at the SGC, and to his surprise, she had moved back to their hometown.

As he drove into town he looked around at the familiar town. "See they've done a lot with the place," Rodney thought to himself.

Rodney pulled into the driveway, checking down at the small piece of paper with an address scribbled on it. "Well this is it," he said to himself before getting out. I thought this was it, he thought to himself. The house was standing alone on a fairly large property, an old faded barn further behind the house. The house was the house that he and Jeannie had grown up in. The front porch had been painted, as had the shutters and it seemed that work was still being done. The large house still had this 'home' sense to it despite the fact that he hadn't been to this place in about fifteen years.

Rodney hopped out of the truck and slammed the door behind him. He turned around as he heard a screen door creek open and slam slightly. "Rodney."

"Teyla?" John asked as he approached her hesitantly. Her sister had just died and she wanted some time to just be alone, which was completely understandable but she had been sitting there for over two hours and it was starting to snow and the weather was growing colder.

John waited a moment longer before going right up to her, hoping for some sort of reply. Without a word, he sat down next to her. He looked around at the small enclosed area. It was dark out, but still the moonlight glistened on to piles of snow that surrounded them. He turned back to Teyla seeing her still jut sitting there, her expression on pose not changed. He leaned over and gently took one of her hands into his. A few minutes had passed when finally Teyla spoke, "Isabelle is her daughter." She said turning towards John, her face covered with emotion.

"Come here." John said opening his arms and pulling her in towards him. Teyla wrapped her arms around him, the warmth of his body filling her. She rested her head on him and couldn't help but think of just how glad she was to have him here. After a while John finally asked, "Where is she?"

Teyla looked up to him. "Back in the village still, why?" She said.

"Because I think it's time I took you home. Both of you." He said taking her hand again and standing up, not breaking eye contact with her. She looked up to him for a moment, and then decided it was best to follow him.

Teyla watched him lead her back towards the village. When they finally reached the small tent where Isabelle was, she froze. She just couldn't convince herself to move. But then she felt John's hand pulling her towards the opening and she went.

The tent was small, but still spacious. It was quite tall when you considered that John could stand upright and still have plenty of space above his head. Though they were not as tall as the Athosian tents, they were very similar. Tearing her attention away from the tent size, she turned it back towards John and to what or who was in this tent.

John approached the small wooden crib and looked inside, letting go of Teyla's hand. He bent over the crib and stretched his arms into it to pick up the small inhabitant of it. Teyla watched him as he did so and couldn't help but notice how natural that looked for him. Teyla stepped forwards so she was standing next to John and looked down at the person in his arms.

He held the baby with such care, careful not to wake it. "Isabelle," Teyla whispered to herself. She just had to say the name out-loud. Isabelle had a small cream colored blanket wrapped around her that only seemed to emphasize her emerald green eyes and dark brown hair as she woke. Teyla stretched out her finger and ran it across Isabelle's small nose and a small smile formed across Isabelle's face. This was Isabelle.

A/N: I know it's short but don't worry I have the long weekend coming up so the next chapter will be quite long and have a lot more John/Teyla. I'll explain more of who Isabelle is and bring in more of the characters. Possibly Elizabeth, not sure.

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