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Chapter 2

"Wait. You have a sister?" John asked, shocked.

"I thought that had already been established," Rodney answered quickly.

"And that was her?" Ronan asked.

"Are you really that dense? Of course it was!" the scientist responded.

"Really?" John questioned.

"Yes, really. Why is that so amazing?"

"Well, it's just that she's...well..."

"Hot," Ronan finished for Sheppard. John pointed at Ronan.

"Yeah. That," he agreed.

"Alright, first off, my sister is not 'hot'. Guys like you stuffed my sister in lockers when she was a kid. Secondly, even if she was hot', she's off limits to both of you. Now, could you all leave? I need to speak to Dr. Weir in private," McKay insisted. John, Teyla, and Ronan looked to Elizabeth whom nodded her head in assent for them to leave. The three did so quietly without looking back.

Rodney waited until they had disappeared from sight before beginning to speak again. However, he was stopped by Elizabeth's voice.

"Now, just what was that all about?" she asked sternly. McKay ignored her.

"You let them drag my little sister all the way to the Pegasus Galaxy? Why would you do that? Do you have any idea what could happen to her here? She could be hurt, killed, or worse!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, Rodney, I do know," Elizabeth said calmly, yet still firmly. "And so does she. And whether you like it or not, your little sister is a grown woman with the capability to make her own decisions. Now, if her presence here upsets you, I am truly sorry. However, I have seen her work, and I fully support her decision. And If you care about her at all, you may want to consider doing the same thing."

I guess I love it when you break my heart,
broken mirrors are nothing to broken memories,
and my memory is broken,
I always forget that you broke my heart,
and here I go again, a fool again,

but I don't care baby,
because my memory is broken
and I can forget the answer that you gave-
twice a negative and still I think positive, fool again,

John heard the song faintly coming from the other side of the door that led to Jeanie's quarters. He smiled to himself as he listened to her sing and strum the guitar. For nearly a minute, he simply stood outside of the door listening until the music abruptly stopped and a faint, "Dammit!" could be heard coming from inside the room. Slightly concerned, Sheppard knocked on the door.

"Just a second!" he heard the woman yell before the door opened and a look of surprise came over her naturally pale face. "Oh, Sheppard. It's you. Can I help you with something?"

"I just came over to make sure you didn't need help with anything," he smiled.

"Really? Well, everything's fine here. I'm doing great," she rocked on her feet as she spoke. John looked into her room briefly to find nothing but the guitar and one framed picture he couldn't quite make out unpacked.

"Really? Well, your meeting with Dr. Weir is in twenty minutes, and I thought you wanted to unpack before then," he reminded her.

"I did. I just got...distracted, is all," she defended.

"So I heard," Sheppard responded, looking back at her again. Jeanie's face flushed slightly, and her cheeks turned a faint rosy color as she realized what he was implying.

"Really? I, uh -"

"It was good," he continued sincerely, interrupting her stuttering. "May I?" he indicated the guitar. Jeanie thought for a second before nodding and stepping aside for him to enter. He nodded back before making his way to the bed on which the guitar lay. As he sat down, he carefully picked up the wooden instrument and strummed it once.

"This is a good instrument," he told her.

"Do you play?" she asked while making her way over to stand in front of Sheppard and the bed.

"I use to. A long time ago. Never had much of a knack for it, I'm afraid," he responded sheepishly. Jeanie let out a short laugh.

"Yeah. Me neither," she told him as she sat down on the bed next to him.

"Yeah, right!" he laughed. "I heard you just now, remember?"

"Yes, I know. But it didn't happen overnight. I never really had rhythm, but playing the guitar had always been something I wanted to do. I wanted to be the next Jimmy Hendrix, ya know? I use to practice until my fingers would crack and bleed so bad that I couldn't move them," she smiled half-heartedly.

"They seem fine now," John grinned.

"Yeah. After a while the skin grew back together. They healed and calloused. And now they're all the better for it. It doesn't even hurt anymore," she smiled completely this time. John watched her for a moment in slight, unexplainable awe.

"So, what exactly did you say your job was?" Jeanie giggled at his question.

"Theoretical Astrophysicist," she responded. "But I dabble in Aeronautical Engineering."

"Aeronautical engineering? Sounds boring. Now, if you really wanna have some fun with planes, you should try actually flying one," John suggested.

"Ah, I think I'll stick with designing them," Jeanie told him.

"Have ever designed anything really cool?" John looked excited.

"Yeah, actually, I have," she replied wit a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"Anything I've heard of?" the colonel unconsciously leaned toward her in anticipation.

"Ah, I don't know. Ever heard of a ship called the Daedelus?" she tried to maintain a mock serious face. Sheppard's eyes widened in amazement.

"You designed the Daedelus?"

"Well, not all by myself," the scientist responded, grinning at the colonel's reaction.

"Now, that's just really cool," he grinned back. Jeanie let out another giggle. "You know, you're nothing like I would've expected McKay's sister to be like."

"You don't even know me, colonel. You see me like this and you're impressed only because I wanted to make a good impression. I don't really look like this all that often," the grin faded from her face as she spoke.

"Well, I don't really see how it's possible for you to change completely when your working. Besides, what makes you think it's your looks that I like about you?" Sheppard questioned.

"Maybe the fact that you were all over me before I said one word to you," Jeanie reminded him. John looked slightly embarrassed by this.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Ronan and I can get carried away sometimes. It isn't often someone like you comes along - not that there aren't already beautiful women here -"

"Colonel," Jeanie cut off his rambling. "I get it. It's alright."

He smiled thankfully at her, and she smiled back. For a long moment neither of them moved. They simply sat and watched each other. Then, for the first time, Jeanie noticed just how close a proximity she was in to John. In his earlier excitement he had leaned in toward her face, close enough t breathe each other's air. Although good sense told her to move away, her body wouldn't listen.

John knew just how uncomfortably close he was to Jeanie's face, and he also didn't care. She hadn't backed away or shown any sign of discomfort, but her eyes did grow a tiny bit wider as his green one's met them. Good sense told him to back away, but the feeling of her breath on his face stopped his body from moving any way but closer to her. As he closed his eyes and slowly began to lean forward, Jeanie's breath hitched.

"It's getting late," she said quickly. "I'll be late for my meeting with Dr. Weir. I should go.

John immediately stopped his advances as she spoke and nodded his head slowly in resignation before opening his eyes. Jeanie gave him a small smile, stood, turned, then walked swiftly out the door before another word was said. John watched her leave then sighed and hung his head. Mentally, he kicked himself. What had he been thinking? She was right after all. They didn't even know each other. Of course she wouldn't just want to make out with him after a five minute conversation. The colonel then made a not to remedy the situation as quickly as possible.

End chapter 2! Poor Sheppard! I should have the next chapter up either tomorrow or the day after. Keep the reviews coming! I lurv them so!