Next was the stop to Weir's office. They kept on the lookout for Colonel Caldwell, they didn't want any business with him. He would probably ask many questions about the origin of Arynn. Questions that Weir would ask, but not in the same context.
Brushing off the previous encounter with the city's top ranking ass, Arynn assumed her natural cheery disposition as they all walked through Atlantis. It was amazing how Arynn's language skills had increased in the past week. On day one, she had sounded like Teal'c or someone as equally alien with all of her "indeed"s and "you shall call me as such"s. Now she was throwing off "Yo!" and "What's up?" Beckett was amused to say the least.
Darling, we're here. Are ye ready for this? Beckett asked with concern.
As ready as one who lives in a Chair can be, she answered back slyly. Carson smiled and in they all went.
Inside was Elizabeth Weir and Caldwell. Shit.
That's not was they were hoping for.
"Sir," Sheppard kindly acknowledged Caldwell as the ranking officer. "We need to speak with Dr. Weir." He stood there looking like an idiot. "Alone," John reinforced.
Caldwell raised his eyebrows and looked at Weir. "Whatever concerns Dr. Weir surely concerns me Colonel Sheppard. I am the ranking military officer after all."
Weir glared at Caldwell. "Colonel," she said with a hint of warning telling him to leave right now. He tilted his head and straightened it again.
"Ma'am," was his form of acknowledgement and he left. Weir turned back to the trio.
"I sincerely hope this doesn't concern him, for your sakes." The commander looked at Arynn with interest. "Gentlemen, I believe you have some explaining to do?"
"Well see doctor, she's kinda been here all along," Sheppard started.
"Oh?" Elizabeth intoned while an eyebrow shot up.
"Yeah, that's where it gets interesting."
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The party of two females and two males had relocated to the conference room where the all sat down and talked for the better part of an hour and a half.
Weir had taken to looking at Arynn and Atlantis in a whole new way.
"So let me get this straight. You're the Chair and the Ancients left you behind to guard it," Weir asked their guest. Arynn nodded.
"That is correct."
"Okay, and you're in love with my chief doctor?"
"Correct again doctor."
"And for the moment, you've found a way to make yourself…"
"Solid," the remaining three answered together.
"It was my birthday gift," Beckett piped in. "Apparently she 'as been workin' on a way to make the "solidness" last longer."
Weir nodded in understanding. "You thought you would tell me now instead of later when something bad might happen I take it."
"That was the initial plan, yes. Was it a good time?" John asked with some mild sarcasm. She gave him a semi-withering look.
"I guess so. At least I'll know who to contact in case of any Atlantis emergency." Weir smiled. It seemed that she was taking this very well. She had virtually no problem with a sentient being "controlling" Atlantis. All the doctor had to do was yell out, in case of an emergency, what she needed Arynn to do and she would try to complete the task as well as possible.
The two women shook hands and they smiled.
"Welcome back to Atlantis Arynn."