This woulda been out earlier today, but i went to a friend's birthday party... I'M SOOOO SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT!

notes: font like this is them speaking to the Chair, font like 'this' is them thinking to themselves and font like "this" is them speaking normally, got it? Good.

anyway, enjoy: )

John sauntered back down the hallway, looking like he was walking around aimlessly. In fact, he was carefully weaving his way towards the Chair Room. Sheppard felt like he was going to a blind date of sorts. Every so often he'd run his hand over his hair, in a subconscious attempt to flatten it. The major peered around carefully then hopped into a transporter. The doors closed, but Sheppard didn't press any destination. Instead he sat there, contemplating.

"Will she like me? I mean she thinks I'm all stuck-up according to Beckett. What's she look like? What if she's really ugly?" He stopped and realized his situation. "What am I saying! It's only a chair… well not only. It's the Chair, but it's still inanimate! Jeez…" He slapped a location and off he went.

A minute later, a certain major was sneaking around the Chair Room, closing off the entrances and sat down in the Chair slowly. Immediately it reclined, no voice came. He assumed it was because he never needed its help before, so John searched for it.

"Hello?" he asked awkwardly to the open room. Sheppard expected something to appear in front of him. Nothing. He tried again, but this time he spoke in his mind.

Hello? Anyone home? His back arched uncertainly like Beckett's might. Hel-

Hello, came a soft "voice."

Whoa… hiya! I'm-

You are Ancient John Sheppard, I know.

Wait, how do you know me? Sheppard was confused, did Beckett show his features or what?

Your gene marks you and from that gene and from where it is placed, I can read your DNA and process it, it explained simply. It probably recognized that he wasn't a scientist of any kind. Yeah, that made sense to him… wait… Ancient Sheppard?

Um, you know I'm not a true Ancient, right?

Do you have the implanted gene that Carson Beckett spoke of? it asked, confused.

No, I have it naturally.

Then are you not an Ancient?

Nope, you see after the Ancients left this city and went to Earth, they found us humans. Humans are the second evolution of our form, err, the Ancient form. I, apparently, am one of the few people that had an Ancient ancestor and that ancestor must have passed the gene to me… somehow.

I do understand now. Are you a fighter? 'Damn was this thing nosy or what?' he thought without the Chair hearing him. He couldn't believe he just explained the whole gene thing to a Chair. 'I must be going crazy…'

I suppose so, are you considered a fighter?

Yes.

Oh. Arynn, that's your name right?

That is the name I picked for Beckett, do you like it?

Yeah, it's great. Um… I don't suppose you have a picture of yourself or… He didn't even finish his question when the room seemed to warp and it brought forth a picture of a woman standing in a mild darkness.

Wow. Sheppard was virtually speechless. He knew his real mouth was agape back in the Chair. The woman in front of him was incredible. She had soft red highlights in her deep brown hair. She seemed to be of multiple nationalities, but of none at all. Her skin was white, but not pale – slightly tanned. Usually brunettes have brown eyes, not her; she had vivid, pure, crystal green eyes. They seemed to search your soul. And the curves on her…

"Stop gaping Sheppard." She seemed shy. He snapped out of it and finally realized that voice wasn't in his head, but it reached his ears.

"You are Arynn?" he said slowly. She nodded carefully. Now he could talk like it was a "she" he was talking too, rather than just an "it" or "the Chair." Sheppard patted himself to check of he was "real," even though he knew he was in his head.

'That's confusing…'

"Yes, you are made of substance here. As am I." Oooh…

She was no a valley girl by any means, she was strong and composed. He'd never really put faith in the phrase, "Beautiful, but deadly" until now. That's what she looked like. She almost radiated power, but he sensed Arynn could be tender also.

She blushed as she noticed John was staring at her. "I'm sorry," he apologized quickly.

"No, it is fine. I fear I must explain myself."

"Oh?"

"I am an Ancient of Atlantis, or was. When a Power Chair is created, a personality must be put in it to keep watch over the city and its defenses. It is considered a great honor for a warrior to be "Recreated" as we said. To be put in charge of the City… you don't even know half of what it can do at full power. By any means, when they all left, I had to be left behind in hopes your people would find the City and me.

"The others communicate through subspace to cross the great distances between galaxies. The Earth bound Chair, Thurn, told me that your people had found him and that they might be coming soon."

"Oh dear…" he muttered. Arynn saw what he thought of and she chuckled.

"Yes, he did inform me of the minor incident with the drone."

"Yeah, well, that was Beckett, not me." They stopped talking. "Do you hear that?" Sheppard asked her. A disembodied voice floated towards them.

"Major Sheppard? Major, I need you in the Control Room immediately."

"Ah, that's our commander Elizabeth Weir," he informed her. Arynn seemed deep in thought and he felt power flow through his body.

'Ah shit.' Suddenly he was in the Control Room.

"Hi major, that was quick." He was disoriented.

"Uh, hi Lizbeth."