Sorry for the impossibly long wait... real life coupled with projectrs and writers block plagued me... real sorry folks... anyway, on to the chapter!

"Hi John…" Weir seemed confused just slightly. "Anyway, we found a new Wraith ship on its way here of course." Sheppard felt a surge of anger, and it wasn't his.

"Of course," he countered. Weir moved and Sheppard went with her to a console. She pointed out a new blip… or two.

"So… when are they gonna be here, Elizabeth?" She looked down at one of the techies and he answered.

"Umm… within a month, so I guess we have plenty of time to prepare," he supposed.

John nodded, "Yeah, we do." He thought a moment about their situation. "well, I can dredge up some of the teams to get ready to replace the cartridges in the rail guns and what have you." He shrugged. Weir nodded curtly and went to grab his shoulder. She passed right through him. Everyone in the Control Room stood up, alarmed.

"Oops?"

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"John? What happened?"

"Nothing happened per se. Umm… it's the Chair's doing. Apparently, it has the ability to make pretty real holograms of people."

"Apparently."

"Yeah… so, I'm real, just not… really here," John tried to explain carefully.

"Wow, this is interesting!" Zelenka found his way to the major and Weir. "You actually look solid, but you aren't. Incredible!"

"I'm glad you fin me so interesting, but should I just come down and be really present?"

Weir nodded. "Yes, you should. I'll see you in a bit." All watched Sheppard disappear like he'd never been near the Control Room. Minutes later, he showed up again.

"Is it you?" Weir asked suspiciously, but with a hint of sarcasm.

"It's me!" Sheppard poked himself as a result.

She smiled, "Good. Now let's go over the routines, shall we?"

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Late that night, one unknown scientist scampered off around Atlantis. He knew that there were guards out, but he could get around them fine. He skittered down a hallway and hopped into the transporter, eagerly waiting to arrive at his destination.

When he arrived at the hallway closest to where he was going, he slid down the corridor, because he had socks on to be extra quiet. The man grinned as he slid into the room of choice. The Chair room! He poked around it first to see if anything might be wrong or if anything would make noise if he sat in it.

He smiled happily and went to slide into the Chair.

Get off me, a clipped voice said sternly.

"Wha!" he spoke out loud, forgetting his need for silence and jumped up. He looked at the dead looking Chair. He rested his bum against the seat again.

You heard me once, go away! the same terse voice returned. Our scientist looked around for the no-nonsense voice. Once again he jumped up and looked at the Chair. This time it glowed, no, pulsed a dim blue and shut off… okay that was creepy. He went to sit again; third time's a charm they always said.

"Hello?" he whispered quietly.

Hi. Get OFF Rodney McKay!

That time the voice had much impatience in it and he thought. Get off? Get off… OH!

"What! The Chair?"

Yes, that's me and I don't want your butt on my surface! Go away, it told him again shortly.

"Why?" McKay refused to go away from this incredible find. "Why do I have to leave you?"

The Chair took that the wrong way. I'm… I'm already seeing someone! Go. A-WAY! That revelation surprised McKay more than he imagined.

"Seeing someone? Who- ahhh!" Before he could finish, the Chair hurled him out of its sitting area and onto the floor. It seemed like it had gone "Hmph!" and was now satisfied.

Rodney ran back to his quarters.