Beckett sat on the floor of the Chair Room in consternation. He'd seen Rodney go for the comm. and just watched him do it.

"We have a shield," McKay had said and then Elizabeth had stuttered back.

"I…I see… who did it? Major Sheppard?" When she'd said that Beckett chuckled to himself slightly. Ancient Sheppard, my arse.

Then McKay gave Weir his name. "No. Beckett." Whoa, wait… he got the shield up. THE Shield of Atlantis. Bull. Carson turned his head ever so slightly to face a window. There was a shimmering blue light outside. Yeah, he'd done it. Not Ancient Sheppard.

Hehe, how funny. I think I need to see a doctor… wait, I am the doctor.

Beckett fainted.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Carson… Carson? You in there?"

"Mmmm?"

"John, he's awake."

"Mmm…"

"Beckett, you alive?" Carson opened his eyes a crack to see Elizabeth's, McKay's, Sheppard's, and Zelenka's face peering over him anxiously.

"Wha… wah hap'ened?"

McKay's face broke into a smirk. "You fainted Carson." Wearily, Beckett rolled his head toward Rodney.

"Did I now?" The scientist nodded. John and Weir had a different question.

"How did you get the shield up?" Sheppard rumbled.

"I… what?" He had to remind himself again. He peered out the infirmary windows this time. "Right… I didn't do it. Major… you know."

"I do?" Beckett motioned him to bring his ear to the doctor's mouth. He did so, confused.

The good doc whispered, "Ancient Sheppard? What's with that?" Sheppard brought his head back up and bit his lip in amusement.

"May I speak with him only you guys?" Weir nodded and herded the others out. Once outside the infirmary and into the Lounge area, McKay mumbled something to the air.

"I wonder what that was about?"

"Who knows," Zelenka answered. Weir brought chairs for the other two men and they all sat and waited.

In the Infirmary

"Okay, there's no one here."

"Good. What's with you and the Chair major?"

"The Chair…? Oh, the Chair."

"Yeah. You told her you were an Ancient?"

"No, I didn't – her!" Sheppard sputtered. "I didn't know chairs had sexes." The major had taken a seat next to the bed-ridden doctor and Beckett was in an upright position. Beckett was confused; Arynn had said they had communicated.

"Yeah, Arynn said you two had communicated, I thought you knew about her." John gulped.

"I… I did?"

"That's what she said. When you get in the Chair, don't you feel her?"

"Uh, no."

"Oh. Then how do you work it?"

"I don't know. Remember I kinda know how to work the gene without thinking… somehow… Apparently, I don't need help controlling Atlantis because I never heard… oh."

"What major?"

"Well…the first time the evil masterminds got me into the Chair, the one on Earth, a voice said something like, "Welcome inexperienced one" or something. I paid no attention to it; I thought it was like a tour guide for people. Mind you, I didn't know what Ancients were, remember?"

Beckett chuckled, he remembered.

A young major came walking into the "Chair Area" unguided. Beckett looked up from his talk to see him.

"So you were the one."

"Me?" Beckett asked carefully.

"You're the one that fired that thing at me!"

"Look, we're doing research, working with technology that's light-years beyond us and we make mistakes. I'm incredibly, incredibly sorry."

"Well, next time, just be a little more careful, okay?"

"That's what I said," Beckett agreed.

"What the hell was that thing anyway?"

"Ya mean the drone?" He nodded. "The weapon the Ancients built to defend this outpost."

"The who?"

"You do have security clearance to be here?" Beckett asked pressingly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, General O'Neill just gave it to me."

"Then you don't even know about the Stargate."

"The what?"

…

"We think the gene was used as sort of a genetic key if you will." Carson explained to the young major. So that only their kind could operate certain dangerous and powerful technologies." The major poked the chair.

"So some people have the same gene as these Ancients?" It was more of a statement then a question.

"The specific gene is very rare, but on the whole they look very much like we do. In fact, they were first. We're the second evolution of this form. The Ancients having explored this galaxy for millions of years before, major please don't!" Beckett cried. The major stopped and proceeded more slowly.

"Why what are the odds of me having the same genes as these guys?" he said as he sat. The major had sat down and the seat activated and reclined without him doing anything. The major looked very shocked.

"Quite slim actually," Beckett stated, gulping. He ran off. "Doctor Weir! Don't move!"

John grinned wryly, "Yeah well… what was I supposed to know? Hell, Ancients, Goulds – all Greek to me."

Beckett smiled. "So, then what?" Sheppard shrugged.

"Well, it asked… well, it didn't ask per say, it kind of "pulsed" at me, "asking" if I wanted to do anything. I could feel it ask. Scared, I mentally yelled, 'Nonononono!'" John looked thoughtful. "Actually it was more like me going, 'Don't move, stay still, don't think of anything.'"

"I can imagine laddie. I'm terrified of the bloody thing."

"I saw that." Beckett snorted.

"Of course ya did."

"So, back to my question, how'd you get the shield up?"

"Arynn."

"The Chair?"

"Uh yeah, either tha' or she's the Chair's personality. You never met her?"

"I don't think so. Oh, well, I think something asked me if I needed help or what I wanted to do, but I dismissed it and focused on… fighting, yes."

"Oh, so she came to you after the battle?"

"Yes."

"Anyway, before she discharged me, quite literally mind you, she… well we were-" Carson blushed suddenly and stopped. Sheppard tilted his head looking for more. Seeing this Beckett sighed and continued. "We were talking about genes and I mentioned ye and she told me about the Ancient thing. She called you Ancient Sheppard." John couldn't figure out whether to feel honored or stuck-up.

"Oh…"

Beckett shrugged again. "Anyway, all of a sudden she powers up and discharges. She tells me that the shield is back online and that she's opened two more ZPM's." Beckett suddenly looked put out. "Tha' didn't sound right."

Sheppard felt a huge grin take over his face. "You dog you; I think you've turned her on." Beckett winced.

"Tha' was a horrible pun major." Sheppard leaned forward, put his elbows on the bed, and placed his head in his hands.

"So, what's she look like? Is she sexy?" Beckett balked slightly.

"Actual'y, I dun know."

"Ask her next time!"

"Why dun't you?" Beckett questioned suggestively. Sheppard was enlightened and fell back into his chair.

"I think I will." He got up and started to head out the door.

"An' major?"

"Yep?"

"This business about the Chair and voices does not leave my infirmary," he pleaded. Sheppard winked, gave a thumbs-up, and left. Beckett sighed and fell into his bed.

John found the crew in the Lounge, as he expected. They stood up in his presence, anxious to ask how the doctor was. Sheppard held out his hands.

"He's fine, just tired."

"Good," McKay murmured, "Next time we get hurt, he'll be here." Sheppard smiled at that.