Hello everyone! Sorry I took so long to update but I've been busy putting furniture back in my room after painting it and going to doctors appointments and all those other exciting life thingys.

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Chapter One

"Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth Weir turned from the view on her balcony and smiled at Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, hovering in the doorway.

"Hello John." She greeted him.

"Hey," He relaxed and smiled, walking out to join her at the balcony rail.

"How did your mission go?"

"Fairly well." He nodded. "The Sitii didn't seem interested in trading but they did offer a safe harbor for refugees in their uninhabited parts."

"Good." Elizabeth smiled.

There was a long moment of comfortable silence. This was often the norm between the two who had become quite good friends in their few years on Atlantis.

"I did manage to convince them to part with something though." John said slyly, holding up a shabbily wrapped parcel. "Happy Birthday!"

Smiling, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, Elizabeth took it and unwrapped it quickly. Underneath the crappy brown paper was a gorgeous crystal carving of, what looked like, a wave.

"Thank you John! It's beautiful!" Elizabeth grinned at the military commander.

John opened his mouth to say something but before he could a young technician stuck his head through the door.

"Doctor Weir! Colonel Sheppard! Unscheduled off world activation!"

Elizabeth quickly re-wrapped the carving and set it on a counter as the two hurried to the control console where Doctor Rodney McKay was standing.

"Who is it?" She asked as they got close. "Noone's off world."

"IDC coming in now." Rodney said, "oh...oh my god..."

"What?" John asked, his voice had a worried tone to it. "Who is it?"

"The IDC reads as... Major Morgan Sheppard." Rodney said slowly, turning to look at John.

"What?" Elizabeth asked, shock registering in her voice, face and posture.

John's jaw was practically on the floor.

"Shield is lowering itself ma'am." The technician who had alerted them earlier announced.

They all looked towards the gate as a young woman appeared through it, her gaze fixed on a tablet as she muttered to herself.

John moved first, walking down the stairs with his gaze fixed on the young woman. Elizabeth followed him, taking in the woman's appearance. She wore an Atlantis uniform (it was slightly different but recognizable) and was geared up with tech, a pack and guns. She had chocolate brown hair that was pulled into a messy ponytail that forcibly reminded Elizabeth of John's constantly mussed hair.

Halfway to the steps the girl stopped dead in her tracks. Her brow furrowed in concentration, she tapped the tablet a couple of times. After a moment her eyebrows shot up in surprise and she finally looked up. Her eyes went wide as she took in the people, and when her eyes landed on John her facial expression practically mirrored his. She staggered back a couple of steps, working her jaw in silence before her voice returned.

"You're all dead!" She exclaimed, before fainting.

Snapping out of his daze, John leapt forward and caught the young woman before she hit the ground. Still holding her awkwardly, he turned to Elizabeth with a thoroughly confused expression on his face.

"What did she mean "You're all dead"?"

"Yes," Rodney said from behind Elizabeth, "I certainly don't remember dying recently."

"I think, John," Elizabeth said, purposefully ignoring Rodney's wisecrack, "that we should figure that out after we get the young lady to the infirmary."

John's eyes went wide as he looked at the girl in his arms and he stood there for a few minutes, simply staring at her.

Elizabeth walked over to him and put a hand on his arm. "John..."

"Right." He nodded, hoisting the girl into a steadier hold and carrying her towards the infirmary, Elizabeth hot on his heels.

Just as they reached an empty bed, Rodney came rushing up.

"You people walk way to fast!" He complained, sitting down and breathing heavily.

John simply glanced at him before placing the girl on the bed carefully. "CARSON!"

"Sorry Rodney," Elizabeth smiled at the Canadian.

Rodney stood up and waved it away. "Yeah.

Carson came running over just then, a completely panicked expression on his face. When he saw there was no blood or appearance of catastrophe, that panic quickly turned to anger.

"Colonel Sheppard! What the bloody hell is wrong with you! I could have been operating! I thought someone was dyi-"

John cut the Scottish doctor off quickly, his voice dark. "A young girl with my name just came through the gate and claimed we were all dead then fainted."

"Ah." Carson calmed. "Well then, that's a horse of a different color."

He went over to the girl and began to examine her.

"Well other than being unconscious she's in perfect health," Carson told them a little while later, stepping away from the girl and turning to a pacing John, "I'd say she's around 20 or so, obviously human."

"What about a blood test?" John asked, clearly freaked out by the prospect of suddenly having a 20 year old daughter.

"That'll take a couple of days, sorry John." Carson smiled sympathetically.

Elizabeth smiled at that. She was often asked why she had chosen Carson as the head surgeon when there were plenty of good doctors who were more willing than Carson, but the truth was those doctors tended to be more callous and Elizabeth felt that a doctor should have a kind soul, and that was exactly what made Carson as good a doctor as he was.

"Do it anyway!" John practically screamed.

"I already did." Carson assured John, unfazed. "Now, she does have a few scars. They look like battle operation wounds. The work is very good, looks quite like my own actually." He turned back to the girl to point out a scar on her arm. "See here, the stitching? That's exactly how I stitch. Interesting..."

Carson simply stared at the scar for a minute, completely silent. Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something and bring Carson back to the moment, when Carson began to speak again.

"The most interesting scar is on her chest though." He said, opening the girls shirt and pointing at a scar just above her breasts. A scar that looked suspiciously like a Wraith hand.

"Oh my..." Elizabeth breathed, shocked.

"So she's come into contact with the wraith." Rodney said, failing horribly at hiding the shock in his voice.

"Aye. Numerous times it would seem. Some of her scars are a lot older than others. And with this," He indicated the scar on her chest. "I'd say my age estimation could be off by a couple of years."

Elizabeth glanced quickly at John to see how he was taking all of this. His face looked murderous as he stared at the scar on the girls chest. Elizabeth herself felt...angry yet relieved that the girl had lived. She shook her head. That made no sense! She didn't even know the girl.

As Elizabeth's gaze returned to the girl in question, she moaned and stirred. Carson and Rodney returned their focus to the girl as she opened her eyes and Carson approached her carefully.

"You alright there love? You had a wee spell." He said in his reassuring doctor voice.

"Carson!" The girl exulted, clutching onto the doctor. "Oh am I glad to see you! I had the strangest dream. I was going back to Atlantis like I normally do to check on things and all,"

At this John, Elizabeth and Rodney exchanged perplexed looks.

"And when I went through everyone was alive! Mom, Dad, Rodney..." She trailed off suddenly, "hold on," At this point the girl had released Carson and was inspecting him. "Your arms..."

"What about them love?" Carson asked, throughly confused.

"You have both of them...but...and you look younger..." Immediately her eyes went wide as she saw John, Elizabeth and Rodney and she grabbed the gun that noone had thought to take from her, as she sprang up and took aim at each of them in turn. "What the hell is this?" She demanded. "Who are you?"

"Who decided to let the crazy keep her gun?"

Ohkay so there's chapter one. I should have chapter two up fairly soon. Yay!

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