A/N: I have decided to do both versions of this story's ending. This is version one, it's kind of sadder yet not at the same time, than my other version which is happier. I'll let you guys decide which one you like better.

Slowly Troy became aware of the sound of someone moving around in the small kitchen unit of his quarters, followed by the scent of sausage penetrating his nose. It had to be his dad making breakfast, ever since Troy had been a kid and his mother had passed away his dad had insisted on the two of them having breakfast together every morning; the fact that his son was a grown, twenty four year old man and living on his own didn't stop John from breaking into his son's quarters every morning, just so they could have breakfast together - said a son was never too old to spend some quality time with his old man.

Groaning he burrowed deeper into his covers, it couldn't be morning already. It felt like he'd just gone to bed, which wasn't entirely untrue; the day before Troy's team had been on a planet where the day and night cycles were opposite of Atlantis', which meant they'd returned home during the night - Atlantis time. When the whistling started he shoved his head under his pillow wondering if he could get away with suffocating himself. His dad had no business being that chipper in the morning...

...His dad...?

Suddenly without warning memories of another life time assaulted his sleepy mind. Memories of a lifetime full of sorrow and anger, memories of Atlantis being destroyed, of the Wraith attacking earth, all merging with the memories of his life in this timeline. Staggering out of bed Troy bolted from his bedroom into the living room.

Hearing the bedroom door slide open John stopped whistling, "It's about time you got up. I was starting to think I would have to go in there and drag you out of bed. What time did you get in last night...?" He trailed off as he turned around and saw his son.

Taking in his son's pale face, labored breathing, and the conflicting emotions flashing through his eyes John lost the smile on his face and quickly moved to seat his son on the couch. "You remember." It was a statement, not a question.

Both John and Rodney had wondered and speculated about what would happen to the other timeline version of Troy after he'd stepped through the gate nearly twenty five years ago. They had wondered if the first one would just cease to exist, did the two timelines split into alternate realities and the first Troy went to the one where his timeline was still playing out, or would the two versions merge together someway. Looked like he had his answer now.

"Yeah...It's weird, I feel like I've lived two different lives in the matter of seconds." Troy stood up moving to the window. Taking in the ocean view he leaned his forehead against the glass. "I still remember everything from this life, a life where the good and happy far out weighed the bad and anger, yet at the same I also remember living a life where the bad and anger far out weighed the good and happy."

"I remember all the rage he felt towards you...towards everything, but then I remember all the happy times me and you have had together. I remember Atlantis being destroyed, Rodney being...being fed on by a Wraith, the Wraith attacking earth, my going back in time..."

John was at Troy's side in a few quick strides. Not knowing what else to do he pulled his son into a comforting hug. "It's ok, none of it happened. You stopped those things from happening."

"Not everything." Troy pulled back, not looking into his dad's eyes. "I...didn't...I didn't save mom..." He trailed off as a wave of guilt washed over him, he'd failed to change the one thing he'd wanted changed more than anything.

"Hey, look at me," John caringly cupped Troy's face forcing the younger man to look at him. "That was not your fault and I don't ever want you to blame yourself. There was nothing you could have done to change what happened to your mother, you were just a child. If any one should feel guilty it's me. I knew what was coming, maybe not the details, but I knew something was going to happen. But even with that information I still couldn't save her."

"Don't...don't blame yourself. I...he...should have given you more information..."

"It doesn't matter, it's neither here nor there. We can't dwell on what should or shouldn't have happened, all we can do is go on with life the way your mom would have wanted us to. We were given a second chance, let's make the best of it." Moving his arm around his son's shoulders John started for the kitchen. "Now come on breakfast's getting cold."

Troy knew it wasn't going to be that easy to come to terms with all the new stuff bouncing around in his head, but at least he had his dad there by his side to help him through the rough spots.