Again, I don't own anything. MGM still owns it.
Chapter Two: Trouble
"Where am I?" the little voice asked. His eyes were like saucers, quickly glancing from one person to the next.
"You are safe," Teyla answered, her voice unsure.
"Oh this is just great! I told him 'Don't touch anything,' so what does he do? He sits in a chair that makes adults turn into kids," Rodney fumed.
"McKay, calm down. We need to figure this out," Ford stated, looking at Rodney. Glancing at the younger version of Major Sheppard, he asked softly, "What is your name?"
"John."
All of the adults looked at each other. This was going to be hard to explain to Dr. Weir.
Back at the city…
"Incoming Wormhole."
Dr. Elizabeth Weir came rushing in, looking worried. Sheppard's team was the only team out and they weren't due back for a few hours.
"It's Lt. Ford's code, ma'm."
"Lower the shield," Elizabeth said, thinking of all of the worst case scenarios in her head. What she was not expecting was Ford, Teyla, and McKay escorting a child through the gate.
"Put me down! Put me down!" John shouted kicking Rodney in the stomach.
"Ow! Oh you people do not pay me enough. And why did I have to hold him? You guys have arms," Rodney complained as the child hoped to the floor.
Elizabeth came running down the steps, "Where's Major Sheppard?"
The child stopped running circles around Rodney and looked at her. "Hey, my last name is Sheppard. Are you looking for my dad, 'cuse I don't know where he is."
Elizabeth looked from the child to the team and back at the child again. "John?"
"What? Where am I? This place looks cool. One time I saw a show about aliens. Are we on an alien planet? That would be cool." John jabbered on while Elizabeth nodded her head, looking rather dazed.
When he finally stopped to take a breath, Elizabeth quickly addressed the team. "Let's go to the infirmary. You can explain on the way.