She Will Be Loved – By the Angel Huntress

A/N: Hi, guys! Hope you liked the last chapter! Anyways, I think I'm gonna stick to having everything on hard drive (I gave up on the Flash Drive) so it'll be quicker in some ways. That chapter took almost two weeks, so this one should too, and the next one as well. Enjoy! (Oh, and the reviews are gonna be posted at the bottom, cause I had to do Chapters 1 and 2)

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

Rating: T

Chapter 3 Warnings: In this chapter there is some violence, crude humor (maybe) and swearing.

Ship: ShepWeir, FordOC, and TeylaRonon hint

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

Summary: As Trinity sifts though the journals, still with some hope of going home and saving them, she notices something weird. Meanwhile, love is in the air…

Disclaimer: I only own Trinity, Isabelle, MarkAndrew, Kara, and Zoe.

Also: I wanted to tell you guys something: for this chapter it is important that you guys pay attention to the time and year and that crap because it'll be very confusing if you don't. Also, I have references to my favorite T.V. show (and it's not Atlantis, although Atlantis comes in second place.)

Chapter 3: The Lies of Holiday

June 2, 2029 (from the journal of Rodney McKay)

"Today, Isabelle Sheppard was born. Right now, the entire city of Atlantis is celebrating by throwing a party. But I'm here because these entries are crucial to the events that are going to happen approximately three years from now. I want to celebrate with the rest (and I plan to do that in a few minutes because otherwise Zoe will kill me) but I'm going to write even just for a few minutes to get back into the habit of keeping a journal."

July 30, 2029

"Okay, scratch that last entry. Let's see…uh, nothing really has happened, except Sheppard (Trinity) had a little accident regarding a more highly advanced Wraith bug (must run in the family) and it turns out that the retrovirus has some kind of affect on it, and killed the Wraith bug without actually harming Trinity. As we suspected, Isabelle has the Ancient Gene, just like Trinity, and I will continue to keep and eye on both to conduct my experiments."

April 16, 2030

"It's growing closer to the day when…ya know, when Trinity and Isabelle leave. I think it's getting harder and harder on us, because we all know what's going to happen. It was especially hard for us because today was Trinity's birthday, and the last party we were going to share with them."

APRIL 16, 2030

"Happy Birthday, dear Trinity. Happy Birthday to yoouu!" the singing was really lousy, but Trinity laughed. She was used to this. With the help of her two-year-old sister, Isabelle, they blew out the 23 candles on the huge cake.

After everyone had clapped, Trinity got up. She went to the cart where everyone's empty glasses were. "Anybody want refills?"

Everyone mumbled something at the same time, and Trinity and another girl wheeled the cart out of the balcony where everyone was and into the kitchen.

"Andrew's looking at you again," said the girl who had long caramel brown hair. She had a faint Scottish accent.

"No way. You serious?" Trinity asked her best friend, 21-year-old Kara Beckett. Andrew McKay, one of Rodney's sons, was a very attractive guy of 21. Trinity knew him very well, they were best friends for most of their years in their adolescence, but recently he was avoiding Trinity for some reason.

"Yeah, way. And it's not gonna do either of yeh a lot of good if yeh guys don't get together soon. I've got a lot of money ridin' on this." Kara said matter-of-factly as she poured out the drinks (mostly water, milk or Champaign) into dozens of little glasses, filling them to the brim.

Outside, on the balcony, Andrew and Mark McKay, Andrew's twin brother, got up. They were identical twins, though over the years they changed their hairstyles, although they both had very blond hair and brilliant blue eyes. "We're gonna go help them out," said Andrew, and they walked into the kitchen, taking the cake with him. The room fell silent.

"23." That was all Elizabeth said. Her hair was graying, only at the roots by her ears. She looked…older, wiser.

"Yeah," Rodney said. He too looked a lot older.

"We're not just going to let her go, right?" Aiden said, now about forty something.

Nobody said anything. They didn't have an answer. Trinity was a really sweet girl that they all grew to love for a long time (even before she was born) and they didn't want the future to come—but they had no choice. As McKay had stated earlier, "Trinity arriving the first time—whenever that was—had caused sort of a chain reaction, to where their past selves' future had the same fate, no matter what Trinity had told them." In other words, it was a never-ending cycle now no matter what.

Back in the kitchen, Mark and Andrew arrived as Trinity and Kara were finishing loading the drinks on the cart. Kara looked up at Andrew, and then at Trinity, shooting Trinity a look that Trinity didn't get.

"That's a pretty big cake, ya got there, Andrew. I think you're going to need some help with that. How bout Mark and I go pass out the drinks and Trinity, you can help Andrew okay?"

Kara and Mark started towards the cart, but Trinity caught Kara's arm. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" Trinity whispered.

"What do ya think I'm doing?" the girl whispered back in her Scottish accent. "You've got a five minute window of opportunity here. And you better go for it, girl, or I bloody will."

Trinity smiled and then playfully pushed Kara on her arm. Kara and left with the cart and Trinity went to help Andrew.

As Trinity and Andrew started dishing out the cake, Trinity noticed Andrew staring at her out of the corner of her eye, and then saw he quickly looked at the cake every time she raised her head. Now and then, Trinity stopped what she was doing and stared at Andrew, looking down abruptly when he looked up. At one point, they caught each other staring at the other.

"What?" asked Trinity.

"What what?" asked Andrew.

"I asked you first, Andy," Trinity replied, calling him by his pet name.

"So?"

"Hey, Andy, how'd you get frosting on your cheek?" she asked, looking up at him. He looked at her, looking at him, but Trinity quickly looked down. A girl could quickly get lost in those eyes, Trinity thought.

"Where?" he felt his face, but couldn't find the frosting. Trinity ran her fingers over a piece of cake, on the frosting part, and then wiped it on Andrew's cheek.

"Right there," Trinity said, and then laughed.

"Oh, I'm so getting you!" Andrew said, and then Trinity stopped laughing, and ran around the kitchen, laughing, until she slid into the fridge, Andrew running into her as she was turning around.

Andrew and Trinity's eyes locked. They leaned toward each other, Andrew putting his hands on her face, kissing her softly. Trinity put her left hand on his jaw, sending sparks dancing up her palm.

They broke apart, and seconds later, Kara and Mark came in with the empty tray. Trinity turned around towards the freezer, taking out the ice cream, and started to dish the ice cream out with the cake until they were done and went back out onto the balcony.

NOW – 03:15 – TRINITY'S QUARTERS

Trinity stared straight at the ceiling as she laid on her bed, putting a hand on her stomach, a sub-conscious habit of hers. She couldn't sleep, even though she was comfy in her new quarters, and no matter what she did, she couldn't bring herself to reading any more journals.

Even though she enjoyed the days she had spent here (starting from when she got out the Infirmary), Trinity wanted to go back home, but she couldn't bear to remember any more of the painful memories. Like her last birthday party with her family.

Or, most of my family, Trinity thought bitterly.

She got up, and started wandering the halls. She didn't actually realize she had a destination until she was in front of the office. She knocked on the door twice, and waited about ten seconds before the door opened.

"Trinity, hi. Can't sleep?" Elizabeth asked and she closed the door behind Trinity. Trinity sat in her usual spot, a regular office chair that was pulled up close to the desk.

"Yeah…" Trinity said, now becoming embarrassed. Trinity was now a stranger to them, not someone they all knew as if she were a part of the Sparky-1 team for years (John's team-Trinity didn't know why they called it that. She just figured John really liked dogs-he named it after all). Not only that, but she was certain Elizabeth was busy and didn't really want to spend time doing nothing as Trinity tried thinking of an excuse about why she came here. And then Trinity came up with the perfect excuse.

"Dr. Weir," Trinity started.

"Please, Trinity, if you're going to be living on this base you might as well call me Elizabeth." Elizabeth said.

"Okay, El…iza…beth," it felt weird to call her mother by her first name. Elizabeth gave Trinity the "Weir" look and smiled before Trinity continued. "The reason I came here was that…I wanna join John's team."

Elizabeth sighed. "Trinity, I'm not sure if that such a good idea, I mean, we barely know you, and you're not really in any condition to be fighting right now."

"I-I mean, I know, but…I know where some pretty valuable things that can improve the city are. For instance, I know where a ZPM is right now. The people are friendly, and I don't think there's anything really wrong with the planet, and…please?" Trinity gave her that "John Sheppard puppy dog look." Elizabeth resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

She sighed. "All right, Trinity. I'll have a debriefing scheduled at 9:00 tomorrow. But you have to promise me you'll get some sleep, okay?"

"Yes, M-I mean, uh, yes, Dr. Weir." Trinity was so giddy she almost called Dr. Weir 'Mom' even though it was in a sarcastic way. She pointed to the door with her index fingers.

"I'm just…gonna…go now. See ya!" Trinity said and practically skipped out the room.

She was out in the hallway, thinking of ideas about what was going to happen on that planet, when she bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry about that—hey, Aiden." she smiled at him, still happy. "What're you doing up so late?"

"Actually, I just got in from the mainland about half an hour ago," he replied, and Trinity remembered something about that. One of the Athosians got very sick to the point where he got violent, so Tayla and Beckett went to help him, and Aiden went in case anything were to happen. "So what are you doing up so late?" he asked her.

"I…couldn't sleep?" she said, shrugging. She looked up and him…and then quickly looked back down. When she looked up, her heart had started racing, and felt like it was now in her throat.

No, that wasn't anything at all…I swore to myself this would never happen again. She pushed away her thoughts.

All of a sudden, she started laughing for no reason. Aiden looked at her like she was crazy.

"Sorry. Just…happy." For the past few days, Trinity and the team had become sort of friends, to the point where they would poke fun at the other person, or if Trinity had a few more really funny stories. But one on one, they were still awkward towards each other.

"So…" Trinity started.

"So?" Aiden said.

Trinity pointed to nowhere with her index fingers. "So, um…goodnight!" And with that, she hurried back to her quarters.

Trinity, now back in her quarters, flopped down on the bed, and started to fall asleep.

April 17, 2030 – 00:30

Trinity, now back in her quarters, flopped down on the bed, and started to fall asleep.

That was, until she heard the knock on the door. She got up, forgetting about that she was wearing her pajamas still—a black tank top with khaki short shorts. She opened the door, and there was Andrew. Trinity's eyes widened. She saw him look at her—really look at her, and saw him gulp.

"Andy what are you doing here?" she asked, letting him in.

"I need to talk to you."

"About what?" her voice was cracked, her throat dry. She sat at a small table, and gestured for him to sit down.

"About what happened earlier." Andrew said, and Trinity's heart sank.

"Andrew…" Trinity started. She didn't know what to say. She loved him, yes, but was it just unrequited love?

"I need you to tell me that what happened earlier was a mistake. Tell me you have no feelings for me. Tell me that this feeling isn't mutual."

Her heart started to race, and she couldn't swallow.

"Andrew, I…I-I can't. It wasn't…it wasn't a mistake." It felt weird, actually admitting it. Kara knew how Trinity felt about Andrew, but she just knew. Trinity didn't actually tell her.

A short pause fell over them.

"Did I say the wrong thing?" Trinity asked.

"God, no. I didn't…I've been waiting for that for…God, years now. But…in some ways, it was. It complicates things a little. I mean…we're not only on the same team, and the regs and that crap, but…we're supposed to become the leaders of this city. And think about our parents. We couldn't."

Trinity looked down. "I know."

She folded her hands, elbows resting on the table, and rested her head down against her thumbs. Then she looked up, putting her head on her intertwined fingers. "So. What now?"

"I think," he said slowly, as if he didn't want to say what he was about to say, "that we should start going our separate ways. No more flirting, no more innuendos while talking, no 'looks', nothing. Just…friends." That last word sounded like it was forced out.

Trinity nodded, tears starting to well up her eyes. Her soulmate was telling her they couldn't be together. And on her birthday, too…

Andrew got up, and left, Trinity closing the door behind him. She leaned against the door, running a hand through her hair. She felt a surge of anger, and turned around and flicked off the door.

Then, as the anger ended, she felt sad, still shock. She walked back to her bed and lied down, not bothering to go under the covers. That night, Trinity cried herself to sleep.

NOW – 08:00 – BRIEFING ROOM

"This planet, which we designated D971-135," Trinity said, and started to wave a stack of papers in her hand. "I have the mission reports here, and from what y- the older Sparky-1 -told me, it's a really peaceful planet, although they are about the same level as Earth is now. There is a person, Dr. Wash, who is a high leading expert who had actually discovered the ZPMs there. Now, out of all planets, I chose this one because I remembered: This Dr. Wash is currently working on a project on how to reuse ZPMs, and actually progressing faster than we are."

"Trinity," said Elizabeth. "We're trusting you on this, as sort of a…test to see how you handle these situations. I'm even going to go so far as to expect a mission report from you on my desk by Thursday along with everyone else's. Okay?"

"Yeah. I think I can handle that." Trinity smiled at Elizabeth. As everyone cleared out, Trinity was silently mouthing a million thank yous Elizabeth as Trinity backed out the door.

At the control room, Trinity loaded herself with a sidearm, and a P-90 and waited for everyone else. Aiden and John walked in, also gearing up, and then Elizabeth told them to go through. Trinity felt her mind wander as she started toward the gate about how she was going through before she was ever born, but at the same time was 23, and then she stepped through the gate.

08:30 (AT) – D971-135

The team went through, only to be face-to-face with the barrel of guns. A group of people, military-looking people, were holding rifles at them.

They appeared to be in some kind of military base, either an ancient base or these people were as advanced as Earth was, maybe more.

A woman with long curly blond hair in about her mid-thirties came toward them, walking past the guards. She had the look of a determined leader, and the looks of a supermodel.

"And you are?" she asked, looking at them. Her eyes lingered on McKay for a few seconds more, but her face was still expressionless.

"We're a team of peaceful explorers from…another planet," said Trinity.

The woman looked like she didn't believe them. "And, uh, did you know that all gate travel has been discontinued?"

"No, ma'am, we didn't," Trinity said. "As I had stated earlier, we're just explorers from another planet."

"Riiight," said the woman.

"Trinity? Why am I getting a bad feeling about all of this?" John muttered to her.

"You're under arrest for the murder of President Mark Cohen, for smuggling technology needed for war and of course, for treason. Have fun in jail." The guards removed the teams guns and took them to the brig.

08:45 (AT) – D971-135

"I thought the report said they were friendly people!" Rodney shouted at Trinity.

"Hey, calm down, don't yell at her," John started.

"Well…I didn't actually read the report," Trinity confessed.

"What!" John yelled.

"It was just from what I-I heard that there was a ZPM here and that Dr. Wash was working on how to reboot them after they were depleted and stuff. I'm sorry how everything turned out."

"It's fine," John said, getting up and looking around in his cell. Him, Rodney and Trinity were all in one cell, and Aiden, Teyla and Ronon were two cells over.

Two guards came down, walking over to Trinity's cell. They unlocked the door, and one pointed at Rodney. "The President wants to see you now."

He went in the cell, a gun in his hand. John had a look on his face that Trinity recognized. She slightly shook her head, which he caught, and he didn't do anything as the guards pushed Rodney out at gunpoint.

They led him around the city, to an office that reminded him of Weir's. There was the "President", the same woman from before.

"Hello. I believe we have met before. I am the new President now, Dr. Zoe Wash. And you?"

"Dr. Rodney McKay, and I just wanna let you know that where I'm from, I'm an extremely important person, so if you kill me, your gonna start a big war," he said, exaggerating just a little.

"Ah, then by all means, Dr. McKay," she gestured for him to sit down in the chair across the small round table from her. The table had a bottle of wine on it, and two glasses. "May I ask what you specialize in?"

"Theoretical astrophysics. You?" he was trying to give her a distraction, so that she might let something slip or just let them go from his great charm (or what he thought was a great charm).

"Dr., I was wondering if you can help me. You see that chair over there?" she pointed to an Ancient chair. "Well, my historians have been trying to figure it out. Now, I would think a theoretical astrophysicist such as yourself might be able to help me?"

Rodney walked over to it. "It was used by the Ancients, an old race, probably your ancestors. It's used for war."

"Could you…?" she gestured for Rodney to use the chair. He sat down, the chair lighting up. There were no droids left.

"Well, the chair works, but it's not really worth anything now," he said.

Zoe sat down, and motioned for Rodney to sit down. She touched a radio-headset that was attached to her ear, turning it on.

"Captain, go ahead," she said, and released the button, turning off the radio. She turned back to Rodney.

"So, Dr. McKay. Could you tell the leader of your planet that I apologize?" she asked him. Rodney let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"So, you're letting us go? Just like that?" Rodney said.

"Yes."

"Can I ask why?" he asked.

"I am a Historical Engineer. I specialize in making the Ancient technology work, studying its mechanics, and trying to put it to use, or try to replicate it if it's really great. I do know what the chair is, even though it is worthless. See, on this planet, there are only two people who possess the Ancient Gene. I am one of them, and unfortunately the other has died."

A few guards appeared in the doorway, followed by John, Trinity, Aiden, Teyla and Ronon.

"Sorry to interrupt your little date here, guys," Trinity said, knowing that all was well.

"Oh, ha-ha, very funny," McKay said.

Trinity walked over to the table, gulping down the wine in Rodney's glass that he hadn't even touched in one big swallow. She looked at Zoe.

"Dr. Wash, I presume?" Trinity said, empty wine glass in hand.

"Yes," Zoe looked at Trinity like she was an alien (though technically she was). "And you are?"

"Oh, I'm his daughter," she said, waving toward the team casually as if she didn't care. "Can I…?" she asked, pointing toward the wine bottle as if she wanted to pour out another glass.

Zoe nodded, and Trinity took the wine bottle with her, taking a drink out of it. The team narrowed their eyes at Trinity. It wasn't like her to act like an alcoholic—at least as far as they knew—and especially in front of another planet's leader who had accused them of murder.

Trinity circled around the Ancient chair, looking at it carefully, and then crouched down at it, putting down the wine bottle as she felt the chair.She got up, picking up the wine bottle.

"It's worthless!" she said to Zoe, taking another gulp.

"I-I know that," Zoe said, still watching Trinity.

"So where'd ya find this?" she asked, looking at Zoe.

"Below ground. There was a building there we believed to be an Ancient military facility, back before they ascended, when they were still fighting the Wraith."

"Oh, okay. So, now that we're free…we're not still prisoners, are we?" asked Trinity.

"Oh, no. Feel free to roam the city as you like. Only thing, is that we require you to leave your weapons behind for sake of the villagers." Zoe said. "When you are done, one of my teams can help you find your way back and collect your weapons."

"All right," Trinity said, putting the bottle down on the table. "I think I'm just gonna use the facilities right now. This wine is running right through me."

She started exiting the room, bumping drunkenly into John. "Oh, sorry, Dad." She shot him a look, dropping the act for a second. It was a jerk of the eyes toward the doors.

She left, the doors automatically closing behind her.

"O-kay," said Zoe. "If you want you can go to the village. My guards will show you how to get there. As for me, I need to get some paperwork done."

They all left, Trinity at the door. John waited for her, and motioned for his team to leave. Trinity tugged on Rodney's shoulder and they talked to her, each whispering quietly.

"What's wrong?" John asked.

"The chair's been used. Recently," she said, looking at them. "And I don't mean by you, McKay."

"How can you tell?" asked Rodney.

"I used this," she said, pulling out what looked like a piece of gray gum.

"You put sticky tack on the chair?" John said incredulously.

"Ah, but it's not. It's futuristic sticky tack. No, it's CR16.- Chromis-something. Anyway, the military developed this as sort of a hybrid of Earth and Ancient technology. You'd be amazed at it's versatility. It can do almost anything. This one tracks when and how the chair's been used, sort of like checking your history on a computer. It doesn't say who used it, but it says when and how many droids they used. And, when they supposedly discovered the chair, there had been ten left. Go figure."

"So, what do you want us to do?" John asked.

"Split up the team. I think something fishy's going on here. Have three of you guys stay in the village, look for anything suspicious. I want…I dunno, but one of you guys or both to go and check out the underground city. And take these," she put a 9mm pistol in their hands. "The P-90s are under heavy guard. This was the best I can do."

"What are you gonna do?" John asked.

"I'm gonna check out this place. And if there's nothing, I'll meet you guys at the city. I have a feeling though, that this Dr. Wash isn't telling us everything."

"By yourself?" John asked.

"I'm a big girl, Dad," she said, rolling her eyes. "After all, I am your daughter. How much trouble can I get into?"

John gave her a look before heading out, leaving the base. Trinity subconsciously touched her stomach, and then patted the 9mm pistol resting in its holster.

She went back to the door where Zoe was, pressing her ear to it. She couldn't hear anything against the cold metal. Trinity took out another piece of CR16 and pressed it against the door. It melted into the door, and Trinity walked down the hall a little bit, saw a vent and then kicked it in, crawling in, and putting the vent back on.

She took a silver thing, which looked like what the Cyclops guy from Star Trek wore. She put the thing over her eyes, and now she could see what was going on in the room through the view of the CR16. She put earphones in her ears, and now she could hear everything that was being said.

"You think that they'll go there?" Zoe asked. The only bad thing about the CR16 was that they only heard so far and saw only so much. And right now, either Zoe was talking to herself, or the other person was in Trinity's blind spot. Zoe was sitting at the table, at one side, while the other person must've been either across from her, or on the other side of the room.

"Of course they will. Like bugs on a zapper…More wine?" It was…different from the voices that Trinity heard. It was deep, way too deep. She heard one like it before, but where?

"Please," said Zoe. The wine bottle was raised up (Trinity couldn't see the hand) and red wine poured into the glass (definitely not the wine Trinity had—hers was White Zinfandel).

"Let's make a bet, shall we?" another voice said. Definitely male, Trinity started sketching him, but his voice was different too, but not the same as the other's.

"I say that the Reavers'll get to them before they reach the city," said the third voice.

"Are you mad?" said the first guy. Trinity had it on the tip of her tongue, she just couldn't pinpoint it. "They're the Pegasus Galaxy's version of SG-1. They'll get out at the last second. Dr. Wash, what do you think?"

"I tend not to get too involved in these matters," said Zoe gracefully.

"Of course. It would be unwise to get involved," said the first person, throwing in a hidden message that Trinity didn't catch. But Zoe did, as she picked up her wine glass. She paused before drinking her wine, making a small face.

"You know," the first voice continued. "I really don't care what happens to them as long as they get those ZPMs to the surface. And, if they do survive, we'll just feed them to the Reavers."

"That's the best idea I've heard all day," said the third voice.

"A toast: to the end of Pegasus's SG-1. Cheers!" said the first voice. They clinked wine glasses, and Trinity knew immediately who they belonged to.

"Oh, god," Trinity said, yanking off the eye piece and the earphones. She clicked the radio on. "Guys! McKay, Sheppard, someone, come in!" she whispered.

Silence.

"Trinity, that you?" Teyla's voice.

"Teyla, have you seen Colonel Sheppard or McKay?" Trinity whispered hurriedly.

"No, I have not. Is there something I can help you with?" she asked, also at a whisper.

"Yes, yes. I need you guys to meet me outside the base. We have a problem. We have both a Goa'uld and a Wraith on our hands!"

A/N: Hey, I know what you're thinking: this girl's just bringing in something that's totally new and overloading us with way too much unneeded information. But you're wrong! It helps later so don't think I'm the kinda writer who just throws things in left and right. So I hope you enjoyed it. Oh, and for anyone who thinks something is confusing, please put it in your reviews! I wanna help everyone understand this story more better cause you guys must know I can't talk or type or whatever it is.

Reviews For Chapter 1:

NalanaSpinderofSouls - Thank you! Love the compliments keep em coming.

Tinuviel Undomiel – Thank you! (What was confusing about it? Maybe I can change it or explain or something)

Kristeen – Thank you! Well, John's response will be…well, I guess you already know.

Mentalmichael – Thank you! (In the last chapter I updated Teyla and McKay and Ronon's name. Yeah, I know that chapter was very expected, but I kinda needed that and otherwise it'd be expected and corny. And I love that name! (Mainly cause that's how I would describe my brother)

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Waangel – Thank you! Like I told MentalMichael, I changed the spelling of Teyla Ronon and McKay's names. Oh, and BTW the whole time thing I was trying to do Military Time, and so I thought that they didn't use the separators or anything, so I guess it did get kinda confusing (especially in a story dealing with time) so I changed it in this chapter and hopefully the others. Sorry for any inconveniences.

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Reviews for Chapter 2:

Thephoenixsong – Not many people like my sense of humor. Thank you!

MentalMichael – Thank you! I tried to make Trinity have both of John and Elizabeth's qualities cause they have great personalities! (Trinity has like a Super Personality now)

SunnyNite – Thank you! Yeah, time travel is confusing, that's why I love it so much (if that makes any sense) It's a fun story to write, too. Yeah, it was a funny story, that I actually had an experience like that with lobster, and I thought who better to have this happen to than Rodney? Exaggerate it just a little.

BeachChickJASSNL – Thank you! I'll try to have more funny stories about McKay soon.

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Padma The Q – Thank you! The Rodney thing just came to me and I felt I had to put it in there. Thank you!

Tinuviel Undomiel – Thank you! I wanted Elizabeth to find out somehow, but no matter what I did, it never came out right. Good thing this way was the right one! (Hey, also, I like that pen name, too)

xKawaiix – Thank you! Yeah, everyone likes that McKay blimp story. It'd make a good children's book.

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