Disclaimer: Atlantis belongs to rich men, not poor teenagers.

A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: This is fic I got while thinking about The Parent Trap, I ended up buying it a few weeks later so I could get ideas. This one is very close to my heart because me and my sister are identical twins. So this is for twins and people who want to be twins everywhere.

A/N Nerwen Aldarion: As she said we are twins so the banter in this story is real, we know what it is like to wake up in the morning and see your mirror image. This story is fun because it combines my personal experiance with my favorite TV show. Of course we have Shweir and Teyla/Ronon. What story do we write together that doesn't have those pairings.

Twin Trick

Chapter 1: Separated

Alone in her quarters, Elizabeth thought about the recent blow out between her and her husband. War and Peace lay open on the floor where she had thrown it at John. He'd dodged it, but it made the point. He had stormed out, leaving her alone with their twins Rachel and Rebecca.

Why was it like this? It wasn't before. Everything was fine when she was pregnant, blissful in fact. She didn't know when the problems came and the arguments broke out. It could have been the stress of raising two kids, or maybe the threat of the Wraith growing stronger. All that mattered was that it was getting too much to bear.

Elizabeth wiped her wet cheeks, and tip-toed to her sleeping babies. Rebecca was the sweet one, always going to sleep at the right time, and hardly ever crying. Her sister Rachel was the opposite. Her howls could be heard at all hours in the night, and she never slept at all. John was the only one who could quiet her down. When he was off-world it was a struggle to feed Rachel, who would only behave for her father. These precious children were the only good thing that had come out of her marriage.

She couldn't stay here, it was getting to hard. The yelling and cold shoulders were getting too much for her to bear. Elizabeth pulled out her suitcase from the closet, and hurriedly packed her things not caring about neatness. The suitcase snapped shut, and her gaze fell on her children. Could she take them with her? Of course she could.

She grabbed a diaper back, and proceeded to pack her things when she remembered Rachel. She wouldn't eat without John. A part of her said to hell with him, take her with you, but another part told her that she would be happier here with them. Tears rolled own her cheeks as she unpacked Rachel's things. Her heart broke as she stared at the sleeping infants and picked up Rachel.

The little baby didn't cry for once, but only opened her eyes for a moment before closing them again. Elizabeth held her close as she sobbed. After several minutes, she placed Rachel back in her crib. Tears still rolled down her cheeks as she picked up Rebecca and put her in the basinet. She shouldered the diaper bag, picked up the suitcase in one hand, and the basinet in the other.

The Daedalus was waiting for her as she walked into the Gateroom. She looked at the Stargate before sending word to Caldwell she was ready.

At the top of the stairs she saw John standing there watching her go. For a second Elizabeth thought he was going to stop her, but he made no move to. Her grip on the suitcase tightened as the beam took her away from Atlantis. It was over.

Ten Years Later: New York City

In the penthouse suite of one of the finest apartments in New York, Rebecca Weir was packing her suitcase. Traveling was not something new to her. Her mother was one of the best diplomats in America, and ever since she was little Rebecca had journeyed with her to foreign countries. Of course this trip wasn't going anywhere exciting, just to a summer camp in Maine.

"Becca how is the packing going?" Elizabeth asked from the doorway.

Rebecca closed the suitcase with a click, and smiled at her mother, "All done."

Elizabeth shook her head softly, "You're faster than I am." Elizabeth was heading out soon for a meeting in France, so she wouldn't be able to see Rebecca off.

"I'm glad you agreed to go to Camp Spencer," Elizabeth said, "I know you have fun running around the globe with me, but I want you to meet more girls your age."

"I know Mom," Rebecca told her, "Actually I'm really excited."

"That's good," Elizabeth said, and then sighed, "I'm going to miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, Mom."

Rebecca walked over to her bookcase and selected a few to bring, two of them in German. Living with a diplomat had influenced her into learning different languages. So far she spoke German and Latin fluently, but she was always open to learn more.

"It's not like I'm going to Atlantis or anything," Rebecca said with a smile.

Her mother laughed, "As if I would let you go to another galaxy for a summer camp."

"Do you think you'll ever go back?" Rebecca asked.

"I have no reason to," Elizabeth replied.

"Don't you miss leading the expedition and saving planets from the Wraith?"

"Sometimes, but it's a lot like raising a ten year old."

"Hey now that is insulting!" Rebecca exclaimed in German.

"Ah, so you want to switch languages now, do you really think that will work?"

"What's going on in here?" Michelle Turner stepped in when she heard them laughing.

"Mom said that raising me was like fighting the Wraith."

"That is insulting," Michelle agreed.

"Remind me why I begged for the president to give you security clearance," Elizabeth said.

"So that way you could explain why you returned with a daughter without lying to me," Michelle said.

Michelle was an old friend of Elizabeth's. After leaving Atlantis, Elizabeth asked her to stay with them sort of as a friendly housekeeper or roommate.

"This is all fun, but I have a flight to catch," Elizabeth said. She kissed Rebecca, "Good bye, Becca. Have fun."

"I will, Mom," Rebecca said. She knew she would. Friends were going to be made this summer, life long friends she hoped. Looking out her window, Rebecca wondered who else was going to Camp Spencer, and where they came from.

Atlantis

It was dark in the bedroom, with only thin needles of light coming from the window shades. The room was covered with posters of various artists and actors. The door opened, and John walked in.

A lump lay in the bed, with the spread covering it completely. Only a few brown curls peeked out to say that the lump was human.

John peeled back the covers, "Get up you lazy slug," He said cheerfully.

Rachel groaned and grabbed the covers without opening her eyes.

"Uh uh, you need to pack," John told her.

"I need to sleep," Rachel replied.

John shrugged and scooped her out of the bed. Rachel shrieked and opened her eyes immediately clinging to his shirt, "Dad, what the heck are you doing!"

"Apparently you have forgotten how to get up, so I'm re-teaching you."

John dumped her onto the floor; luckily she didn't fall and landed on her feet safely.

"Where did you get your laziness from?" John wondered aloud.

"You."

"Oh."

After pulling out a suitcase form the closet, John dropped it onto the rumpled bed, "Pack."

"I always knew deep down inside you wanted to get rid of me," Rachel sulked.

"And that day has come," John teased.

"Do you really think that going to a camp and singing Kumbaya, is going to help me make friends?" Rachel asked.

"Rach, you can't spend your whole life playing around with scientists and military personnel," John said, "You need to have friends your age."

"Who says?"

"I don't know, Freud?"

Rachel opened her dresser and pulled out a pile of clothes and dumped them into the suitcase.

"Aren't you going to fold those?" John asked.

"Do you?"

"Good point."

"Are you going to drop me off at Camp Doom?"

"It's Camp Spencer, and no I can't. I'm too busy with the Grentorians, but Rodney is going to take you."

Rachel's green eyes lit up, "Oh this going to be fun."

"Now, Rach, don't do anything too mean to him," John said, "Putting salt on his food is okay, but shaving his eyebrows while he's asleep again is going to far."

"That was your idea!"

"Yeah well, should know better than to live by my example," John replied.

"You're my father, whose example am I supposed to live by?"

"Teyla's?" John offered.

"Hmmm?" Rachel mused, "She could teach me to kick your butt better."

"Forget Teyla then," John said, "Live by your own example, which means packing…now."

Hours later both Rachel and Rodney were in the Gateroom with their luggage in hand. Rachel hugged Teyla and Ronon in turn; Rachel couldn't help but tease Teyla one last time before going to Earth.

"Don't marry Ronon while I'm gone." She whispered in the Athosian's ear. It was worth the look on Teyla's face. Honestly Rachel had no idea why Teyla wouldn't marry Ronon; it wasn't like he hadn't asked her.

John hugged Rachel, "Be good, okay?"

"I'll try my best."

John rolled his eyes and smiled, "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Dad."

John looked over at Rodney, "Make sure she doesn't get in any trouble."

"Yeah, like that'll be easy," Rodney replied.

"Rodney."

"All right, I'll try."

"Good," John said. He tapped his radio, "Daedalus, your passengers are ready."

Within a second the beam flashed down, and Rodney and Rachel were gone.

"Well," John said sadly, "There she goes."

"I have a question," Ronon began, "how is she going to explain everything to the other kids?"

"The SGC will give her a cover story." John explained.

"And what happens if she sees Elizabeth?" Teyla asked with annoyance.

John rolled his eyes, "That is highly improbable."

"Why?" She said testily, "To your knowledge she was still a part of the program. When Rachel arrives it is possible that she could see either Elizabeth, Rebecca or both!"

"Teyla…" John began but was interrupted.

"Which ever way you try to explain it she will believe that you abandoned them as well she should!"

Now Ronon rolled his eyes, "Thanks Sheppard, she's hard to handle when she gets like this." He spoke from experience, he loved Teyla but when the subject of Elizabeth or Rebecca was brought up she could be down right frustrating. The truth was that Teyla had always been angry as John for letting Elizabeth go, taking one of the girls with her.

Teyla glared at him but then her attention turned to a computer screen. One of the personnel watching a news program that came every time the Daedalus docked on Atlantis. The news report showed Dr. Weir giving a speech at the French Consulate. Teyla also noticed that John was watching the screen even more intently than she.

"Do you even still care for her?" She asked gently, John didn't answer he just continued to watch his ex wife leave the stage with thunderous applause. Teyla smiled, "I still believe you do."

A/N: Well this was a fun chapter to write and next chapter the twins are in camp and meet so tell us what you think so you can give us inspiration to keep writing.