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.

"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."

"Excuse me," Elizabeth stepped forward, "I would like to know who you are and what, exactly, is going on."

"Ah, yes," said the girl, rubbing her hands together, "you see we're—"

"Solar flare," blurted Rodney.

"Huh?"

Rodney turned to Shepperd and explained to him the finer flaws of gate travel. Shepperd, however, rolled his eyes and stared off to a distant corner of the ceiling.

"Hey, Rod-Man," the girl snapped, "me talking right now, K. Okay. Yes, Roddy's right, it was a solar flare, and before you say Atlantis's sun doesn't have solar flares or its gate system prevents walking into one, this didn't happen on Atlantis. My team and I—"

"Your team!" the leader was about to make some sort of attempt but a stern glance from her earned him an extra step backwards instead.

"Our team was out on a simple mission, we dialed the gate to go back to our Atlantis and instead we came right back out onto the planet we'd left, except the equipment I'd set up as an observation station was no where in site. So, I used some ingenious methods to deduce the time, figuring out that the Atlantis expedition was currently reaching its two-year mark, and decided to pop in for a stay as we wait out for the next solar flare to take us home, which is in, oh," she made a faux peek at her watch, "four days away."

"You're from the future?" said Shepperd.

"No, they're from munchkin land."

Elizabeth put on a smile, "How far in the future are you from, or is that confidential."

"2030," announced the Shepperd look a like.

The girl gave him a kick in the knee, "Damn it, I told you to keep you're mouth shut. I am so locking you in a turbolift later."

The red head calmly stepped between the two as the young Shepperd made a lunge for the girl's neck and said firmly, "No fighting."

"He speaks," said Rodney.

"Aye, I do."

"Oh my god, you're Scottish!" Cried Rodney, "Oh my god, your Carson's son!"

The girl stopped trying to sneak around the stout Scottish red head; Elizabeth, Rodney, and Shepperd (along with anyone currently in the gateroom) opened their eyes in passive shock and stared at the four strangers as if they'd seen a vision.

"Should we start the bidding on who Shepperd's son's mother is?" joked Rodney.

Shepperd let a proud grin stretch on his face. His son was handsome, a soldier, just like his old man. He gave a quick glance at the others. The red head looked strikingly different from Dr. Beckett, but he had his father's soft eyes and dimples. The other boy, who'd hidden himself against the wall at some point, was a clone of Zelenka's frizzled appearance and personality. The girl, she seemed very dominant and obnoxious, permanently frowned lips marring her pretty face—

"Aida McKay," he called on a whim.

"Yes?" the girl said automatically and then seethed and began to swear, "That was a bloody awful trick Shepperd. I'll make you pay for it later."

He shrugged and gave an amused look to one shell-shocked Rodney, who was one shock short of fainting. The open mouth expression appeared on his face and Shepperd wondered if it really was fear this time.

"My name's John Jr.!"

Aida put her hands into the air, "Oh yes, lets all introduce our selves. It'll be anarchy. No one cares about the fabric of space and time, making us unmade. Okay, fine, lets have a go," she marched over to Zelenka's son, "This is Karkeroff, you may call him Kar. He's a bit shy, but he's a hell of a mind."

His entire face turned pink, "Thanks."

"No prob," she gave him a hefty pat on the shoulder, rattling his glasses askew, and moved on, "this is Kevin, my Scottish slave. But he prefers to be called Beckett, if that won't cause too much confusion," she gave a slanted grin and sighed, "and this is the great and thick-headed Shemp."

John Jr. scowled, "Please don't call me that here."

She ignored him, "Great. Intro done, time line destroyed. Who wants lunch," she noticed the dimming sunlight, "or dinner as the case may be here?"

"Damn," said Shepperd, "you're more annoying than McKay."

"Really, thanks. There's a betting pool over that back in my time. Wasn't sure I'd win."

Author's note: I have no clue why the chapters keep getting longer, but if this keeps up...