Meeting the Future
By Teenangel
Summary: Four people from Atlantis's future come through the gate; they're their kids.
Note: this story is related to Journal of a Genius's Daughter, and for the sake of third person I had to give her a name. The kids are from two years after the end of the journal. This assumes they never contact Earth.
Disclaimer: Again I am wasting an obscene amount of my college time writing fanfictions which have no academic value. Being a college student I am poor beyond reason, suing would be fruitless.
Major Shepperd accepted a steaming cup of coffee from Rodney; at least it looked like coffee the taste was closer to transmission fluid. Shepperd swallowed it with a cringe, cursing that they'd run through thegood stuff so quickly,and set it aside on the scientist's desk. Rodney meanwhile had drunk his entire cup and was filling it with more.
"So," said Shepperd slouching into a chair, "you'd name your kid—if you should by god's wrath every have any—after a computer language?"
"Well," said Rodney opening his laptop, "not so much after the programming language as after the brilliant creator of it. I want to give my genetic offspring a name that means something, that will help sculpt their personality. The name Mat—what kind of a person is a Mat? Or a Joe? Huh. A name shapes a person, I just want to ensure my offspring the best possible future."
"But, come on, Aida? Its not a very handsome name, or very pretty. You're gonna doom you're child to geekhood."
Rodney grimaced, "You might refer to it as Geekhood, but I prefer the Path ofGenius."
Shepperd gave a small smirk and took another apprehensive sip of his coffee. Rodney turned away toward a small ancient device on the table behind him, giving the sly Major the opportune moment to poor the large remainder of his coffee into the scientist's empty mug. Naturally, Rodney didn't remember the time between finishing one cup and starting another and immediately chugged it down.
He froze, mug in his hand, "What?"
"Nothing," said Shepperd, "I was just thinking we could call the future Aida, Addie, AddAdd, or maybe just A—"
"Major, you have no jurisdiction over any of my children's nicknames—"
"Weir to Major Shepperd"
Shepperd put a hand out to shut up Rodney and the other on his radio, "Shepperd here, what is it?"
"I think you and Dr. McKay should come to the gateroom; an unauthorized wormhole activated and your IDC was sent through."
Shepperd gave Rodney a quizzical look, raising both his eyebrows; Rodney returned it with his lips turned down and mouth half open—Shepperd still wasn't clear whether that expression was fear, confusion, embarrassment, or a mix of the three.
He focused back on his radio, "We're coming."