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.
"Oh, yeah, food," Aida chimed.
They were sitting in the commissary next to the wall-sized window. Shepperd and John were already deep in conversation, forgetting about their cold rehydrated pees and carrots. Kar was staring apprehensively around the room, then at his plate, then at Aida, then gave Elizabeth across from him a shy smile before deciding his plate was safer to concentrate on. Aida was sitting across from a curious, shocked, amazed Rodney; sheignored his fascination. Beckett sat off on the end, looking out onto the ocean, a cup of Athosian tea snuggled in his hands.
"Hey, Shemp," snapped Aida, "you gonna eat that?" He causally passed his plate over Kar's ducked head to Aida's greedy hand.
"It seems you've inherited your father's appetite," mused Elizabeth.
"Hm? Oh yes, I a human garbage disposal, this doen't have any citrus right?"
"No, allergic?"
"Very," she turned to her silent comrade and nudged him in the side, his big owl eyes shot up at her, "Come on, Kar, join in. Say a word. Czech or otherwise."
"Hi."
"Okay, I'm not gonna be picky," she turned to Elizabeth, "So, how's Atlantis in this day and age?"
"Fine, I'm curious to learn more about you," she said, speaking for Rodney, who'd lost his ability to jabber due to shock.
"Oh don't," muttered John.
Aida flung a pea at him, "Shut up, Shemp. Okay, ahem. I know seven languages, including Czech, Scottish, Wraith, Ancient, German, and Chinese. I am an astrophysicist—go figure. I enjoy working in the lab until I collapse, protecting poor little Kar here, locking Shemp in turbolifts or beating his stupid ass for stupid comments, and arguing with dad in the lab until Z, Zelenka, comes and breaks it up or gets crushed in the middle. I also enjoy long walks on the beach and enjoy reading poetry."
Rodney's mouth began to move, "Wait, you beat up Shepperd's son?"
She nodded, "Pleasantly ironic huh?"
"She means you let her win, right?" questioned Shepperd.
John turned sheepish, face turning pale and eyes diverting away, "Uh, I'm really good with a gun…but she's really fast and very…she never pulls her punches."
"Damn right I don't."
"Well, being beaten by a girl is bettering than having a girl fight your battles," John huffed; Kar slouched down as if to sink beneath the table.
"He carries his weight around," Aida snapped, "all you do is flirt and make out with chief's daughters andmake snide comments, pissingpeople off so you have to use your gun. If it wasn't for Beckett, we'd never have good relations with anyone."
The young Scotsman turned at his name, "Yer shud quit while yer ahead there, lass."
John and Aida turned away from each other.
"Don't worry," muffled Kar, staring at his lap, "they're always like this."
"Hello, em aye invited?" Carson said dawdling a few feet away, eyes locked dreamingly on the red head lad. Elizabeth patted the seat next to her and he took it, smiling dumbly as he sat before his future prodigy. The young Beckett's face turned pale. His eyes widened, then shrunk back to blue slivers. Slowly, he stood up and walked out of the commissary.