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"So, basically, their entire planet will be destroyed in a couple of months if the device isn't fixed," Lt. Colonel John Sheppard summed up his teams mission report for McKay, who couldn't seem to grasp the concept of "long story short."

"Yes, I was getting to that," the scientist responded. Dr. Weir instinctively smiled at the two.

"And you say they have a ZPM that they are willing to give us in exchange?" she questioned.

"Yes, Dr. Weir," Teyla responded. "They have no use for one."

"It's a hell of a trade," Ronan added while leaning against the back wall of the office. Weir looked at him briefly then turned to Rodney.

"You believe you can fix it?" she asked while already knowing the answer.

"I know I can fix it," he predictably responded. Weir kept her eyes on the man's face, not blinking, reading him for truth or overconfidence as she always did.

"Alright," she responded after a moment of contemplation. "Sounds reasonable. This might even be a nice starter project for our newest recruit."

"New recruit?" Sheppard questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Mmhmm. Not military. A scientist. She should be arriving with the Daedelus anytime now," Elizabeth explained.

"She's already here, actually," a feminine voice from just outside the doorway spoke.

Elizabeth looked up and smiled at the newcomer who stepped in halfway to Weir's desk before stopping. John, Rodney, and Teyla; startled, turned to face the woman. Ronan looked up from the spot on the floor he had been focusing on to see the new woman and pushed himself off the wall with a slightly shocked expression. The woman wasn't very tall – maybe 5' 6". She had long blonde hair that lay gracefully just above her waistline and slightly messy bangs that ended just above her platinum eyebrows. Her eyes were a deep, piercing blue that almost seemed unnatural, and they were lined with a shimmering silver color that made them sparkle beautifully in the light. Immediately, almost instinctively, Sheppard put on his cutest "little boy" grin, walked briskly to the woman, and extended his hand.

"Well, hi there!" his grin grew as she excepted the handshake. "I'm John. Lt. Colonel John Sheppard." The woman's lips curled into a smile as she made a move to answer. However, she was cut off by Ronan who had lunged forward and seized her hand form John, nearly knocking him over.

"And I'm Ronan. Specialist Ronan Dex. Might I just say that it is certainly a pleasure to meet you," he kept his eyes seductively on her's as he gently kissed the back of her hand. The boyish grin completely gone, John grabbed her hand back then attempted to find the grin again.

"Yes, yes. It certainly is a great pleasure. If you need someone to show you around later, just call me. John Sheppard."

"Or if you want someone who really knows what they're doing, you could always call me. Ronan Dex."

"Actually, someone who really knows what they're doing would be the person who's been here the longest. Like me. Sheppard."

"But someone with the best survival instincts would be better. They would be able to keep you safer - sense the danger. Like I could. Dex."

"Or there's always Sheppard."

"Or Dex."

"John."

"Ronan."

"John."

Teyla and Elizabeth smiled slyly at each other as they watched the banter. Both were trying to hold back laughter as they watched the woman's eyes dart between the men who were pulling her hand back and forth as if it weren't even attached. Rodney; however, just looked horrified.

"Gentlemen!" the woman finally yelled, trying to hold back her own laughter. "Please! Look, I'm very flattered, but I would like to talk to my new boss at least once before I go on a hike through an alien city."

Both men blinked then came to their senses and released the hand that they were both still grasping. The woman simply pulled it to her chest and massaged it with her left hand.

"Nice to meet you both, by the way. My name is -"

"JEANIE?" came the voice of Rodney McKay. The group quickly turned to look at him questioningly. The woman smiled sweetly as she walked up next to him.

"Hi, Rodney. Long time no see."

"Jeanie, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice not sounding at all thrilled. Jeanie's smile faded.

"I work here," she respnded.

"No. No, you don't. You work in America - for the CIA," he corrected.

"No. I use to work for them. The military recruited me five years ago," it was Jeanis's turn to correct him.

"Five years?" Rodney nearly whispered.

"Yeah. You'd have known that if you'd kept in touch. I haven't seen you since the wedding, Rodney. Thats been over six years!" Jeanie looked positively livid now.

"So, what? You got so bored without me to out do that you had to come all the way to the Pegasus Galaxy in order to have another go!" Rodney shouted back.

"Yes, Rodney, I'm completely selfish and my sole purpose in life is to make you miserable. Of course that's not what I came here for! I'm here because I was worried about you! I agreed to come because you're the only family I have left!" the blonde leaned closer as she yelled.

"Yeah? What about yor precious Micheal, eh? He's the best kind of family, isn't he? Where's he?" Rodney leaned closer as well.

"HE'S DEAD!" Jeanie screamed. The lights overhead flickered ominously, and Rodney's expression instantly turned to shock as he completely backed out of the blonde's space.

"What?" his voice was nearly a whisper again.

"You miss a lot in six years, Rodney. Mike got sick and then he died, and where were you? He died the day you left and I was alone. I thought you'd be happy to see me for once. I Guess some things never change," Jeanie then turned to Dr. Weir, a lone tear streaming down her right cheek. "If it's alright with you, ma'am, I'd like to go get my things situated before being briefed."

"Of course, doctor. Meet me back here in one hour," Elizabeth agreed, attempting to keep a professional demeanor.

"Yes, ma'am," Jeanie exited quickly, keeping her gaze straight ahead, ignoring the stares of the crew in the control room as she swept be. Rodney watched her go, his face still contorted with shock, unable and unwilling to stop her.

"What was that all about?" Sheppard broke the uncomfortable silence that now filled the small office and turned to Rodney. "You know her?"

"Uh, yeah," Rodney snapped himself back to the present. "She's my sister."

Well, that's it for chapter one! Please review! It keeps me (and my stories) alive!