She Will Be Loved – By the Angel Huntress

A/N: Sorry this chappie took so long. I lost my Flash Drive and waited two weeks to get it, and it had this chapter on it and that was almost finished! So I'm making a new chapter 2 to get to my fans a.s.a.p! As for all my replies, I'll post that in the third chapter. Sorry for any inconveniences, guys!

Genre: Romance/ Sci-Fi/ Drama/ Angst/ Action& Adventure

Rating: T

Chapter 2: Same as chapter 1 nothing really bad except for a lot of violence and some crude stuff maybe

Ship: ShepWeir, FordOC, and TeylaRonon hint

Season: Read the first chapter, I don't feel like posting it all

Summary: What is John's reaction to his "daughter's" arrival? What is everyone else's?

Disclaimer: I only own Trinity, Isabelle, and Dr. Murphy.

Chapter 2: It's Not Always Rainbows & Butterflies

Most of the Infirmary was quiet, except for the nurses tending to their patients. But John and his team were stunned.

"Sheppard, as in…" started McKay, but Trinity cut him off.

"As in Colonel Sheppard's daughter, I think we've established that. Now, look, I'm sorry for all the ruckus this has made, but if you just get my sister we'll be on our way—" Trinity stopped when she was Isabelle's empty bed.

"Where is she? Where's Isabelle?" Trinity glowered at the team now with a fire in her eyes.

"She's safe. She's with someone who can help her." said Elizabeth in a calm way. Trinity knew what she meant by that, and got even more mad.

"Bring her here right now! I need to see her!" she screamed, and Weir nodded to a SF who left the room. They kept trying to ask Trinity questions, but she was silent until a young woman of about thirty, Dr. Murphy, entered with Isabelle. Isabelle ran up to Trinity and hugged her, jumping on the hospital bed.

"Hey, kiddo. You okay?" Trinity asked out loud. Isabelle nodded, and looked at Trinity. Trinity's eyes flickered up at John for a second, and so did Isabelle's. The Isabelle made a "my lips are sealed" gesture, and remained sitting on the bed.

"Look, all I'm asking is for you guys to leave us alone, and in about twenty minutes we'll be out of your hair. But first. Where's the backpack I brought with me?" she asked.

"Everything of yours is in that little dresser right there next to you," John said, pointing to the white little mini-dresser, with on drawer on top, and then a cabinet on bottom. He opened it, and gave her backpack.

"Thanks," she muttered, and shooed them out of the room.

1100 (AT) – BRIEFING ROOM

"So what do you think we're dealing with?" asked Elizabeth, resting her head on her hands, which were folded and propped up on the table.

"Maybe she's from the future?" said Aiden, remembering the older Weir that they found.

"Or some kind of…alternate reality?" asked Teyla, who was remembering the time they went to an "alternate reality" when they thought they were on Earth but really weren't.

"Do you think it has anything to do with the strange light the MALP picked up?" Elizabeth asked.

"I don't know if it was anything like that," said Rodney. "If those girls were from the future, they would needed to have traveled by gate, and if so, there would need to have been a solar flare at that exact time. Now the readings I was getting the second time we went there showed no unusual energy spikes like when a solar flare would occur. Same thing with the alternate reality thing. There would need to be either a Quantum Mirror on the planet and there wasn't, or some sort of glitch like what happened back on Earth."

"I don't trust her," Ronon said.

"He's right, you know," Rodney said. "Say the bright light we saw on the MALP was…say, oh, a Wraith cruiser? Maybe dropping off a follower or two come to Atlantis and see if it was still worth taking over, and maybe get some information about Earth, or a ZedPM."

"Let's not jump to any conclusions yet," Elizabeth said. "This girl has been through some sort of trauma and I don't think it'll be a good idea to throw her in the Brig while recovering. Rodney, is there any way to see if there's anything on the planet that might have brought the girls here?"

"I can run some diagnostics on the Stargate on Q101-963 to find out if there were any power spikes around the time the girls came through, and if she is a Wraith spy, the cruiser couldn't have gone far unless there was a hiveship nearby. We can check to see if our sensors can detect it."

"Do it," Elizabeth said. "Bring Zelenka and a team of scientists with. Rodney, Teyla, go with them in case there's a problem." She got up and dismissed everyone.

1530 (AT) – INFIRMARY

Trinity was sitting up in the bed, really into a notebook. Isabelle was asleep on a bed of chairs she had set up because her bed was so far away from Trinity's. Isabelle was curled up with the chairs lined up, about three of them, with Trinity's backpack as a pillow.

"Ya know, that must be a very interesting notebook," said a voice, John's. Trinity was startled, but didn't react on the outside. She hadn't even noticed his presence. She didn't look up, but raised up the notebook to cover her face.

"Yours?" John asked.

Trinity didn't answer, but behind the notebook, she shut her eyes.

Stop asking me questions and get out of my life! She thought, her thinking voice screaming.

"Look, Lt.…Sheppard," John started, serious now. Unknown to the both of them, Elizabeth was coming to see Trinity. She stopped at the door when she heard John speaking, hidden from sight. "If you don't wanna talk to me, that's fine. But listen. There're people who don't exactly trust you right now. I'm not saying you're lying, but some people think you are. Now, I understand you wanna get home, but how are ya gonna do that if we assume the worst and throw you in the Brig?"

He didn't know this, but Trinity was listening to every word he was saying. She opened her eyes, blinked at his words. He seemed…different.

He turned to leave, when she sighed. "It's McKay's," she said. "The notebook. I had this…weird feeling right before we left that…I dunno how to explain it. Two by two they came. They found us, and then they came. At first we thought it was okay, until they kept coming at us, faster and faster, until we couldn't keep up with them. It was like those arcade games we used to play, the ones where you have to catch the ball from the sky and at first they come down slowly, until it gets harder and it's more like hail. We made the decision to evacuate the city and the mainland, but some of us stayed. You, Mom, Rodney, Aiden, Teyla, Ronon, they all stayed to protect the city, like they did years ago. You told me to go and take Isabelle, but I wanted to stay with you…until you came to the Alpha Site with us, or…I shouldn't have put Isabelle through that."

"You did it to protect your home. And besides, she's fine," John reassured her.

"It was fine, until we started running out of ammo, out of time. They infiltrated the city, and they were killing some of the ones who stayed. I watched as close friends and people I loved were killed brutally. We ran for it, ran for the gate. Mom was the one who sent me through, said I'd be fine and that she'd be with us on the other side of the gate, and to keep Isabelle safe. The gate was acting kinda funny, now that I look back, I noticed it, but didn't care. I felt like I was letting them die there. Before I went through, I looked back. They were coming, and you guys turned and fought, to protect us. To let us live. Before we went back to the gate at the City, I went into our rooms. I took whatever was necessary. Two days before, Rodney gave me most of his journals, and the backpack, too. He told me it would help, but I didn't know what he meant. When I went to our rooms, I remembered this, and I just took them all. I mean, I didn't know what I was thinking. But I did."

"I'm sorry," John said. Elizabeth felt sorry for the kid, because Trinity was really upset about it and even gave a little sob.

"It's not your fault," Trinity said, and then mumbled something under her breath which John didn't catch.

A brief pause fell over them. "So," John started out slowly, "how come you didn't tell us this earlier?"

"'With time travel, it's crucial to say as little as you can about the future or else it could have catastrophic consequences.' That's what I've heard, anyway. I was afraid I'd be putting the future in jeopardy."

"Then why did you just tell me?" John asked.

"Same reason," she said casually.

Another awkward pause.

"So…" John started. "Do I know your Mom yet? You're not part Ancient are you?"

Trinity laughed. "Mom always wondered what it was with you and Ancient women."

Still hidden from sight, Elizabeth mentally gasped. She remembered telling John that when they had just rescued him from the time-field the people were in to become Ancients. She was Trinity's mother?

John's reaction was even more priceless. He was at a loss of words. He pointed out the door with both index fingers, his face showing shock.

"She-are you say-wait a minute-" Elizabeth suppressed a laugh. This was one of the first times she saw John at a loss of words. Trinity just laughed.

"Yeah, you guessed it." she said, and another awkward pause fell over them as John and Elizabeth digested this piece of information.

"Rodney doesn't trust me," Trinity said, breaking the silence by slapping the notebook down hard on her lap.

"What? Who gave you that idea? Did the notebook say that?" John asked.

"No. I just know Rodney. He's a theoretical astrophysicist who studies wormholes and time travel, but when it comes to the real thing he can be a skeptic. And right now, I bet you twenty bucks he's out on Q101-963 running tests on everything to see if I'm the real thing."

"You seem to know him pretty well," John commented.

"Yeah, well, I spent a lot of time with everyone. Raising an all-American girl in a galaxy far, far away is kinda hard to do, but I had a lot of fun anyways. I didn't need a school or anything, really. Ronon and Teyla taught me how to fight, Mom taught me how to be diplomatic, you taught me how to be a good strategist, gave me military training, and my degree basically, and of course, having a team of brilliant scientists around you can help. And of course, having a dad that was pretty smart himself helped."

"I'm no scientist," John said defensively.

Trinity rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease. Mr. I-Took-The-MENSA-Test? Yeah, you kinda used to tell me that. A lot." She smiled, as did John and Elizabeth.

"Look, Trinity," John said, serious now. "We're gonna get you back. We'll find a way."

"John, don't you see?" Trinity said, not wanting to call him "Dad" because he wasn't her dad…in a way. "By telling you what happened, you guys get warning. The future me and Iz came from isn't the future we'd return to. It'd be…different." Then, half to herself, she started talking fast. "But, if that were true, me and Iz would be no more. I mean, we'd be like casualties of war. Oh, god, time travel always confused me." She sighed.

She buried her face into her hands for a few seconds, trying to make a decision. Finally deciding, Trinity got up off the bed and put on her shoes (she was still in her clothes from the day before—she wouldn't let any of the doctors or nurses near her to change her clothes when she came in because she wanted to cling onto the only thing of hers that survived from her Atlantis)

"When did Dr. Beckett say you could leave?" he asked, sort of shocked at Trinity just getting us when she had refused to leave.

"Last night, actually, he told me I was fine and free to go, but I stayed here because it's quiet." Trinity smiled at him.

They started to walk out together.

On the other side, Elizabeth saw them coming, and purposely walked in fast, like she didn't hear what was going on.

"Dr. Weir, what are you doing here?" asked John in a sort of mock-surprise.

"Colonel Sheppard, I was just about to tell our guest that we set up a room for her." Elizabeth replied. Both of their tones were in that oh-so-awkward-situation-and-I-want-to-hide-it-from-you-that-we're-supposedly-having-kids-in-the-future tone.

Trinity picked this up and said, "Your guest is right here, ya know, guys!"

In the background, they heard Isabelle getting up with a yawn. Trinity went over to her and picked her up, and Elizabeth raised her eyebrow and gave that "look" (as John called it) at him. John just replied with his priceless 'what?' face of complete yet false innocence.

Trinity looked between the two, and realization dawned on her face. "Look, um, John," she still felt awkward to call him anything, so she just resorted to first name. "Why don't you take Isabelle to the Commissary? That way you can kinda get acquainted with her while Dr. Weir can show me to my new quarters?" She jerked her head slightly to the side as if to say "go now while you still can."

John took Isabelle and carried her. "Let's go," he said. "Do you like football?" He asked as they walked out the door to the Mess Hall.

Trinity waited until they were out of sight and headed out the door with Elizabeth, turning the opposite direction.

They walked in silence, turning a corner or two now and then, until they reached Trinity's room.

The room was bare except for the essentials—two beds, a window, and two chairs—but it also had a carpet, curtains and a bookshelf.

"There are some clothes in the dressers. Mostly uniforms, and extras the personnel brought, but some are from the Athosians." Elizabeth said.

"This is great," Trinity said. "Is it just temporary?"

"We're not quite sure yet. But for now, it is yours. Do what you like with it." Elizabeth said.

"Really?" Trinity said, walking in the room and admiring it. "And how bout a German Shepherd? No pun intended."

Elizabeth smiled. "I'm not sure about that."

There was a short pause.

"So, how much did you hear?" she asked Elizabeth.

"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked, not quite good at hiding that she did eavesdrop.

Trinity raised her eyebrow and gave Elizabeth that trademark "Elizabeth Weir look."

But, again, changing the subject, Trinity all of a sudden became peppy.

"So, whadaya say we go around the City? Ya know, talk about what you guys's plans are about me, go to the Mess Hall and grab a bite, maybe join John and Iz or something. Okay?"

"Okay, we'll go." Elizabeth said. They walked in silence to the Commissary.

Upon entering the crowded cafeteria, Elizabeth's radio cackled with static.

"Dr. Weir, you are needed in the Control Room," came a voice.

"Be right there," Elizabeth responded. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. God, I haven't eaten in days. Wonder what I'll have first. Maybe the turkey or a roast beef. My god, haven't had that in a while. Maybe I'll just skip lunch and go straight to the Jello. Yeah, sure, you go. I've got a whole cafeteria to devour!"

Elizabeth resisted the urge to laugh. If she wasn't really Sheppard's daughter…well she was just too much like him not to be. Elizabeth left for the Control Room as she saw Trinity going over to the counter filling up a tray with every kind of food.

Trinity was at the counter, getting anything and everything. She missed this food so much. "Okay, this looks good. And this, too. I'll just get them both. Oh, no! I've run out of room, can I just get another tray? Thanks."

"You're worse than McKay," said a voice next to her, startling her.

Trinity laughed. "Hey, he's the one that gained about a hundred and fifty pounds overnight in about ten years. Literally."

"Really?" said Aiden, smiling at her. "How'd he manage that?" They started walking down to find a spot and say down to eat.

"We were on this planet, and these guys threw a feast for us and he ate this really weird-looking lobster thing-wouldn't get me to eat that in a million years, and the next day, he looked like Jared before he went on the Subway diet! We practically had to roll him out of his room!"

"So, what are you guys talking about?" came another voice, which belonged to John who sat next to him. Teyla and Ronon, back from their mission, were there as well.

"The day McKay turned into a blimp," Trinity said casually.

"You know for some odd reason, that sounds like a good title for a story," John remarked.

"How'd he do that?" asked Ronon. He obviously changed his mind about her, or just couldn't resist a good story about McKay.

"Okay," Trinity said, taking a bite out of her roast beef sandwich. "We were on this planet, and well, McKay saw that they had a ZPM there. They were a primitive bunch, so what better way to trade with them than: fire. He had a lighter in his hand, and when he flicked it on, they thought he was a god wielding a torch to show them the way or something like that, so they threw us this huge feast. So, McKay got all this special food, and then came this lobster thing that was huge. He ate it, and then the next day, he looked like a Hippo!"

They started laughing, until McKay came and sat down with a huge lobster on his plate. Everyone just stared at him, hiding their laughter in, until he said, "They have this great special on lobster, you guys should try it."

Everyone exploded into laughter, and that blank look McKay was giving was priceless.

Trinity smiled. She was obviously gonna like it here.

A/N: Okay, I dunno if you guys liked that or not, but please review! Also, if there's any questions about it (cause I know it was kinda confusing cause I typed it and it took up three pages—the final now is six—and so I added in more stuff, but since I didn't have enough time to write in everything, some sentences might not've been completed, or needed paragraphs might not've been written in. Hey, and for any of you creative people, I was wondering if you guys could write this story: Fox's House meets SGA! When Carson can't figure out something that's plaguing the team, who else but House & Co. is sent to Atlantis! Can Dr. Beckett (and the rest of Atlantis for that matter) put up with this rude (yet funny)man before it's too late?