So sorry for taking so long with this story…my brain has honestly just thrown out any good ideas and this is a bit short. But a little of something is always better than nothing I think. Thank you for the reviews. But I'm writing this when I've had a bad day at work so I've decided if I get a nasty or flame review, that doesn't give constructive criticism, I'm going to address it. (holding up my don't mess with me flag!)

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Enlightened Beings?

The hundredth time

Rodney McKay yelped and covered his eyes with a hand crying out, "Damn it! I think now would be a good time to remove your hands!" He split his fingers and saw the bright light gradually fade and breathed out a sigh of relief.

Removing his hand he blinked a few times and gazed in the direction of where his friends were. His mouth dropped open as he glanced frantically around the lab and then back at the table.

Addressing an empty room he muttered, "Crap!"

Elizabeth continued to squeeze her eyes shut, beginning to feel nervous as the box began to heat up under her hand. She heard Rodney call out "Damn it! I think now…" Slowly his voice faded and then her hand suddenly became roasting hot. Wincing she pulled her hand off and heard John make the same noise.

"Is it gone?" She asked allowing her left eye to slit open and parted both once she saw the light was gone.

"Yep. Are you okay?" John turned to face her, holding his hand gently at the wrist.

"Hmm, think my hand's been better." She remarked peering at it and looking up to give him a reassuring smile. "Other than that I'm fine. Rodney?"

Elizabeth glanced over to his space and frowned when she saw it empty. "Uh…where is he?"

"I dunno. He was there a minute ago." John stated and moved over to the door and peeked round the corner. "Huh! That's…weird."

"So this." Elizabeth told him as she walked around the lab, her eyes scanning the various instruments and gadgets.

"What do you mean?"

"This isn't our equipment." The leader explained giving him a worried look.

John followed her path and scanned the room, discovering she was right. Instead of all the familiar machines and instruments usually scattered in Rodney's lab it was now neat and tidy with various looking alien objects. Being in an alien city, this wasn't unusual but the absence of all their Earth equipment made the pilot swallow hard.

"It's as if Rodney was never here." He agreed running a hand through his hair. He watched Elizabeth activate her radio.

"Rodney, this is Elizabeth. Where are you?" Silence. "Rodney?" Again there was nothing. "Control tower…please respond."

When no response came for a third time John licked his lips and moved to the door again. "I think we have a problem." He stated and Elizabeth sighed.

"You think?"

"At least we're still in the city." John murmured giving her a small smile, which she didn't return. "Okay, let's head for the gateroom."

Elizabeth nodded and hesitantly touched the metallic cube before gently picking it up. When John raised his eyebrows she explained, "Luke warm. Let's go."

"They disappeared?" Teyla asked in disbelief and watched as Rodney scowled.

"For the hundredth time, yes!" He cried and began pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands together. Teyla opened her mouth and looked around the briefing room in shock.

"I don't understand." Carson Beckett announced, leaning on the table. "Where did they go?"

"For the hundredth time…I don't know!" Rodney shouted glaring at the Scot who sighed and looked down.

"Alright doctor, calm down." Col. Caldwell told the scientist who eventually stopped pacing and folded his arms. "Did you have any idea what the box was or did?"

Rodney huffed. "No. I tried activating it, Col. Sheppard tried activating it and nothing happened."

"But when Dr Weir tried it switched on?" Ronon asked leaning back in his chair.

"No, when Elizabeth and Sheppard touched it the light appeared." Rodney explained giving the large man a pointed look. "It seems it needed an Ancient and a Furling."

Everyone gave each other a confused look before Caldwell quickly took control. "We've already scanned the city but haven't found any unusual readings or any life signs outside of the city's safety perimeters. However I want three teams to begin searching the city. Ronon, I'd like you to join one."

Ronon looked up a little surprised before nodding. Despite not knowing the city that well, he wanted to find the two people who had basically saved his butt and offered him a safe haven.

"Dr McKay, perform every test you can on the box. Teyla, I'm afraid with your leg…"

"Oh, um, didn't I mention the box?" Rodney piped up nervously, cutting off Caldwell.

"No, Dr." The Col. said as everyone looked expectantly at the pale Canadian.

"Um…the box is gone too."

"Has it completely cooled down yet?" John asked Elizabeth as they walked briskly down the corridor.

"Pretty much." She replied clutching it tightly in her hands. "What do you think happened?"

John shrugged as they rounded the corner and neared a transporter. "No idea. Let's just hope we find someone to fix it." As they reached the transporter the doors opened and both stepped in. John touched the screen and faced his companion. "You'd think Kyra would have warned us about this though."

Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully and waited for the doors to open. As they did both were shocked to see the corridor leading to the gateroom crowded with people, all dressed in white tunic dresses and standing in groups talking feverishly. John threw Elizabeth a puzzled look but her own expression registered shock.

The two outsiders stood silent and rigid, worried that the tunic people would suddenly notice them. But no one seemed to care or see them and John leaned towards Elizabeth, keeping his eyes on the crowd. "Who are these people?" He whispered frowning as several men walked by them and didn't even glance at them.

Elizabeth opened her mouth but then shook her head, unable to process what they were seeing. Then two giggling woman walked by, their tunics exceptionally white, like their skin and hair sitting perfectly. John's eyes followed their movements, face full of interest, much to Elizabeth's amusement. "I have no id-" She stopped as she glanced at the outfits again. "Oh my god!"

John's head whipped back to face her. "What?"

"The uniforms…"She gasped, pointing at the nearest group of people. "Don't you recognize them?"

John screwed up his nose as he examined them. "Star Trek?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and glared at him. "John, these are similar to what the older me wore!"

His eyes lit up with realization and then went wide with worry. "Uh…that's means we're-"

"-back in Atlantis some 10, 000 years ago." Elizabeth finished for him fear lacing her voice. "We've gone back in time."