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Hope you like this final chapter. Sorry it took so long to update.
Chapter Eight: The Truth Comes Out
Walking back into the old, abandoned lab seemed to scare John. He instantly clung onto Elizabeth's leg and looked around with big eyes. Elizabeth leaned down and picked him up. She was going to miss having a little kid around. But she was excited to have her John back.
"Alright, I see you saw the munchkin. Just bring him over here," Rodney commanded.
"Rodney, that was mean," Elizabeth stated.
"What, he always teases me. I can't have a microsecond of fun?"
"Not with a kid."
Sighing, Rodney turned and checked the chair one last time. Everything seemed to be in place.
"Okay, let's do this."
Elizabeth carried John over to the chair. Before she set him down, she looked at him. "Say hi to Buster for me, okay?"
"Alright."
She slowly lowered him into the chair. As she let go there was a big flash and everyone was blinded.
"What happened?" John's adult voice could be heard before he was seen.
"It worked! I did it again!" Rodney said triumphantly.
"What worked? Elizabeth, what are you doing here? Zelenka, you too? I just sat down," John looked around confused.
Finally everyone could see. In the chair sat their John Sheppard. The right age and memory still intact.
"Will someone answer me? This is going to be a long briefing, isn't it?"
A few days later…
Sitting in the commissary, John was eating his macaroni and cheese. Elizabeth walked up.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all. I'm just enjoying a little mac and cheese," John said smiling.
"I noticed that you don't eat it with ketchup anymore," Elizabeth said laughing.
"Not since I was a kid. You know, it's funny. If I think really hard, I can kind of remember being here. Before, that is. When I was a kid. It is like a memory of going to Chuck E. Chesses. It was only two days but I can remember it."
"So do you remember torturing Rodney then?" Elizabeth asked, trying to hide her smile.
"No, but I do remember you. You reminded me of my mom. You are really good with kids. Where did you learn that?" John asked.
"I have nieces and nephews. Can I ask you something? If you don't want to answer me, that's fine. I was just wondering."
"Sure, ask away."
"What happened to your mom? When you were little, you had this guarded look in your eyes that only showed up when you brought up your mom," Elizabeth rushed out the words.
The guarded look appeared in his eyes but disappeared almost right away. He sighed.
"My mom died about two months before I was here, as a kid, that is. She and I were in a car accident. I almost died too, but I pulled through. She didn't. I think I always thought that it should have been me who had died. My dad was so sad. I remember being here and it was like having my mom back for a few days."
He glanced at Elizabeth. She had tears in her eyes. He smiled at her.
"It was a long time ago. I'm fine now. In fact, I was thinking of going to torture Rodney for awhile, care to join me?"
"I would like that," she responded, returning the smile.
They left the commissary and went off to find Rodney. It was going to be a good day.
Alright, I am done! This was fun, I might write another story. Any ideas? If you could review one last time, that would be just great. Thanks!