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.
"Well," said Rodney leaning over the console and giving a short glance at the gate, "it is definitely Major Shepperd's IDC code. Maybe it's one of his girlfriends come for a visit?"
"Harhar," Shepperd said and turned to Wier who was staring sternly at the gate, "so, should we allow them to become jelly or— "
"Lower the shield," she ordered.
The shield dropped, leaving a bare undulating wormhole. A dozen security men circled in front of the stargate and Shepperd reminded them not to shot until he gavean order. A minute passed, then two minutes, then five—
"Maybe it was a wrong number?" he casually dropped.
"Yes, a wrong number, in which they used your IDC code, I can see how it would be useful for anything other than getting into Atlantis and invading it—"
"Rodney," snapped Shepperd, "chill."
"Fine, but if you end up letting in an army of wraith—"
The event horizon began to ripple. The end of a P-90 came through, then an arm, then a leg and a torso all wearing a familiar uniform. Finally, there was a six foot two solider standing, sporting spiky gelled black hair and a familiar boyish grin. Rodney was about to scream clone or hologram, any other explanations for a Shepperd look-a-like suddenly appearing in Atlantis. But the eyes were smaller, skin darker and younger; he held his gun looser and smiled with pure naivete.
"I am Elizabeth Weir—"
"I know," the young soldier said, "I think we should hold introductions for the others."
"O-others?" muttered Rodney, "They all have guns too?"
Before Shepperd could give his thick-headed friend a thwack on the noggin, two more young men popped through the stargate; a red haired one stepped calmly next to his comrade, the other slouched a step behind as if to disappear, but his frazzled hair and magnifying glasses made the attempt futile.
The young soldier laid his P-90 on the ground and slid it gently away. The others followed, the frazzled one warily pulling only a 9mm from his leg holster and weakly pushed it a couple of feet.
"We're unarmed," said the first one, the apparent leader, "please, just talk with us."
"Stand down," Shepperd ordered hi men and walked down the stairs, before Weir could send him her disapproving 'I'm the leader of this city' look. He stood five feet away, staring as if into a distorted mirror. Weir came down to stand next to him, followed by Rodney.
"Just hold on," the young soldier said, staring behind him at the still open gate, "she's still taking numbers."
A girl popped out of the gate, walking bristly forward as if she'd never stepped through it, staring down at a computer pad with her long sandy hair covering her face like a curtain. She halted, flicked her hair back, and looked up as the wormhole dissipated, mumbling to her self.
"Okay," said the leader, rocking on his heels, "Now we can begin."
"Hm," said the girl, "what, oh, hello there, sorry I was uh thinking."
"You're always thinking," sneered the leader, "A—"
She bolted into him, suffocating the rest of the syllabus into her small palm. She pushed his chin down so he was staring straight into her ice blue eyes, "Hi there, ever heard of the Grandfather Paradox? It means shut up and let me talk, or else you'll blurt us into non-existence. Okay, that sound good, think you could try not to talk," she dug her fingers into the flesh of his wrist, he nodded vigorously, "okay," she patted him on the cheek, "good boy."