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.
"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.
"Whad 'id aye do?"
John turned to Kar, Kar looked at Aida. Her natural frown deepened, but her eyes became soft and concerned, a look Shepperd remembered seeing on Weir's face whenever worry was in the air. Aida whispered into Kar's hair, then excused her self, and jogged quietly out of the room.
"Whad 'id aye do?" echoed Carson, the heart on his sleeve visibly pricked. Silence spread across the table like a thick sickening icing as the adults thirstily stared upon the two left behind. John made to speak, but thought it was better to not be beaten up again and instead roughly nudged Karkeroff.
"Um," magnified watery eyeslooked atCarson, "he, with seeing his father, he—he's a very sensitive person."
The two lads suppressed expressions stifled the question "Am aye ded?" into the back of Carson's throat. He was not looking to carry the burden of knowing too much of one's own future. He was going to have a son and he allowed that stray of hope to turn his mouth up and show his dimples.
Most of the others came up with the same conclusion, but said nothing. Elizabeth's eyes were now mirroring Aida's as she stared at her CMO wondering what Atlantis would be without him. Rodney, however, sat confused with half-chewed food stuffed in his cheek, staring dumbly around as if waiting for a punchline to write itself in the air.
"Is it wise to let Aida comfort him?" asked Shepperd, imagining Rodney's method of making kids shut up was to give them obscene amounts of his chocolate bars.
"Yes, she's the only one who can," Kar answered.
Elizabeth pushed her seat out, "I think I'll go check on them."
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"Kevin," Aida cried, jogging onto the east balcony. She lingered twenty feet short of his slouched form. He was leaning against the railing, chin resting on crossed arms. The ocean swayed calmly in the distance with its immortal rhythm that swelled into Aida's chest and made her think she was home. She imagined how she might approach him in her own time, without worrying about overly curious people watching for a glimpse of the future.
She glanced around; they were alone.
Tip-toeing over, she pressed herself against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist, cheek rubbing into his warm neck, slipping fingers stealthily under the edge of his shirt. His skin and muscles twitched at the light touch. He turned his head and torso, leaning his nose into hers.
"Dun't say anything," he mumbled.
She smiled, "That would be against my nature," her hand come up to pet his hair, "Kevin, I think you should use this as an opportunity."
"Only t' lose him again," his lip quivered, "I'm noht as strong as ye. I could never endure those memories, I could never 'ave seen thum die."
"You think I'm strong?"
Her head buried into his chest. She bit her tongue to convince tears not to fall and cringed when she hit blood. A soft hand grazed her cheek, brushing silky strands behind her ear. Warm blue eyes met ice blues eyes and she wondered what the world would be like without a Beckett to keep her from falling.
"I don't like you being near the water," the words dropped from her mouth before she had the chance to think how silly she was, filling reality with abstractions and meanings, losing all the logic she loved. He always made her feel as part of a dream.
He chortled and deepened the accent "Yes, but mi hair is noht uh flame."
"We shouldn't stay out long, my food might get cold."
"Am sorry if I inconvenienced yer stomach, or if I puhlled out any painful memories."
"I'm immune to pain," Aida stated, leaning in, wondering the comments she'd get from John, how corny it was to kiss on the balcony with the sun setting, as if his choice of closets with Calvin's eighteen-year-old daughter was better. Trying to make her mind stop spinning, she caught his lip in hers and gently pulled away, enjoying the hint of spice tea. A shape rose in the corner of her vision. The two blushed, separating a good two feet apart.
"Weir," said Beck.
Elizabeth smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry if I interrupted anything."
Aida opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again, and then made the infamous McKay grin. She pointed to Beckett and herself and then brought the finger to her lips. Elizabeth nodded, imagining the scene Rodney could make if he found out his daughter was with—
"Back to dinner than, luv."
Aida yawned, swaying into his arm, "Yeah, sure."
"Long day?" mused Elizabeth, the romantic in her budding out in an unusually sweet and feminine voice and glowing face. How she was touched by them.
"When did ye last sleep?" Beck asked.
"Um, recent."
Something grumbled in the hall and then a voice bellowed, "Forty-eight hours ago!"
"Kar!" Aida shouted, "You traitor! And Spy! SHEMP! I'm gonna kill you."
Crash—Kar swearing in Czech made Elizabeth stiffen. She felt odd standing in the middle of a situation she could not fully understand. Aida went to chase after Shemp and wail at him for cheating and for exploiting Kar to join him and maybe she'd—Her arm was pulled back and then yanked toward the sleeping quarters in the opposite direction of where distinct Shepperd laughs echoed from the commissary.
Author's Note: I thought it might be good to note their ages, since they probably aren't going to be blurting that out to their parents anytime soon in this story. They are from 2030 in the Journal of a Genius's Daughter timeline, so, Kar and Aida are 24, Shemp is 23, and Beckett (the most mature of all of them) is 21. Yet, when I say adults in this story I am only referring to the original expedition members, not their children. Thanks you, now go review.