"Havoc…! What are we gonna do? We're stuck in the middle ages." Rekhyt said, panic showing in his eyes. Havoc sat in the tree, looking down at his pacing brother. Havoc was lying up against the tree in a high branch. The tree was solidly built, able to hold his weight. Havoc had his hand behind his head, the other twirling the tiny Stargate around a single finger. The tiny device had been used up, energy next to zip. Not enough to send them all the way to the 21st century; probably to the dark ages. Havoc had retired to think, the afternoon sun on his face. He tried to think of why the damn thing would send him to Earth instead of Atlantis.

"Well, give me time to think. Lord knows we have plenty of time." Havoc said, eyes gazing over the tree. A tiny bird, shivering and with a broken wing sat in the branch above his shoulder.

"We need a plan. The time disruptor must be drained, but can't we charge it up?"

Havoc glared down at him. "With what? Do you have a small Z.P.M in your coat maybe?"

"I only mean hypothetically, you bastard!" Rekhyt yelled. He stopped. Havoc held the tiny, shivering animal in his hands. The killing machine gently stroked the wounded bird. His hands closed over its head. The fingers began to glow. He opened his hand. The tiny animal tweeted, wing mended and strength back. Havoc watched as it flew away. The ancient jumped from the tree. He had a hand on his chin, pondering his situation. He looked at the castle. His eyes seemed to penetrate rock and metal, searching for a way out. He remembered something from Rodney's computer, which he had memorized behind his back. An ancient named Merlin lived in the middle Ages. It was a legend at first, but enough facts had come to light about the old man to prove he was real. King Arthur may have been a myth to keep his cover under wraps. Merlin was more than likely dead, but he would still have a lab… and maybe a Z.P.M? Havoc smiled.

"C'mon. We have a flight to catch…" Havoc said, looking at his brother.

Havoc and Rekhyt stood in a side alley, in front of a wooden door. They had snuck into the castle by hiding in a bale of hay. Needless to say, Havoc thought it was fun and Rekhyt was still trying to get the straw out of his hair. Havoc was watching the busy peasants as they hurried through their work. Havoc marveled at how these people resembled the common ant. Rekhyt clicked the doorknob. Havoc spoke without turning.

"Did you check for traps?"

"…No…" Rekhyt said. Havoc returned to the door.

"Good answer…" Havoc said, kicking the door in. Inside was darkness and dust. Havoc toyed with the idea of lighting the lantern on the wall, but he tossed a ball of light into the room. It was a dusty library, walls covered in dialect and tomes that Havoc couldn't read. Rekhyt moved in and began looking over the books. Havoc kicked the door back in place. Rekhyt pulled a book from the wall. Havoc asked him what it was. Then a bright flash of light enveloped the two and they disappeared.

The brothers landed in the room below. This one was well lit and very clean. Tubes of fluid stretched from the floor to the ceiling. White walls held one way mirrors that revealed cabinets of many jars and beakers. Rekhyt took a closer look into one. He gagged and looked away. Havoc moved over quizzically. He looked in. What looked like a lizard fetus hung in suspended animation in a tube, enlarged. Havoc looked away.

"Gene manipulation?" Havoc stated, quizzical look on his face still. "Looks like Merlin had some major tests going." Rekhyt nodded. Havoc thought to himself.

And I have my answer about dragons… they weren't just a myth…

"And nor were they born. They were made."

Havoc noticed a stairway down to the left. He pointed and Rekhyt jerked to attention. He walked down the stairway, eyes darting from corner to corner. He leaned back and waved Havoc along. They descended further. They emerged in a smaller room, but this one had a raised platform and a control panel. Havoc jumped up to the panel and pressed a few buttons. Nothing happened. Havoc tried something else. Nothing. Rekhyt walked up innocently and kicked the machine in the side, activating it. Havoc smiled and gave him the thumbs up. A tiny replica of a man appeared on the panel. He was dressed in an old batty cloak and had dark eyes. He had on some form of jewelry. Havoc waved a hand through the hologram.

"Welcome visitors. I am Merlin. You may ask me about anything and I will be happy to give you some of my knowledge to share."

"Gee, thanks…" Havoc said sarcastically. "Do you posses a Z.P.M?"

"I apologize. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions."

"Stupid piece of junk. It's ripping off 'I, Robot' for god's sake… And it's not called a ZPM. It's called a…"

"Shut it." Havoc growled. Rekhyt gave him a funny look. Havoc looked up at the tiny Merlin. "Do you posses any power source?"

"Please specify your question."

"Fuck it. Let's just rip the battery out of this thing." Rekhyt said, starting for an access panel. Havoc stopped him.

"Wait… Did you hear that?" Havoc said, listening to the silence. Rekhyt heard it to. It sounded like the sobbing of a wounded animal. Havoc looked back at the tiny hologram. "Hologram, state what genetic experiment you were working on."

"The fonder of this lab had traveled many galaxies, searching for a way to power a weapon. It was built in the past and was researched through time using a 'time machine'. The weapon required a strange set of neural interface. A human or Ascended Soldier was used to power some of it, but the controls for the weapon were faulty."

"What was the weapon…?"

"It is a ship. Used for close combat with the Wraith. Code named: Leviathan. It had pieces and inspiration from other works. It was basically a mobile Alignment Cannon, which was another weapon in the Atlantian arsenal. The ships' controls were… flawed…"

"That explains the gene study. He was trying to make a dual interface with an intelligent life form. State what animal you created."

"…Dragons…"

While Havoc was entering more questions, Rekhyt was combing the walls, trying to find a hidden doorway. He reached a certain part of the wall covered in cracks. His hands brushed the brick. The tiny hologram blinked. Havoc raised an eyebrow.

"Were any of your tests successful?"

"Merlin's tests were always successful to a certain extent."

"Why do you refer to yourself in third person…?"

"I am not Merlin."

"Then you won't mind if I level this whole building?"

Merlin remained silent. Havoc and Rekhyt lifted glowing hands. Havoc stared at the little man. He moved his palm to face the tiny hologram. Havoc feinted an attack, releasing light, but nothing more. Rekhyt did the same. The small Merlin flinched. Havoc and Rekhyt stared at the tiny man. Havoc smiled.

"You are more than a hologram. You are an artificial intelligence." The little man sighed.

"Yes… I am a copy of Merlin's brain waves to make an electronic doppelganger…And the research here did produce a single survivor…but you must tell your friend to get from the wall he was tampering with. You will scare the child…"

Rekhyt walked up closer, confused. "Child…?" Merlin nodded and the bricks revealed a small door. Merlin disappeared. Havoc opened the door. The crying from before grew louder. Havoc shuddered and walked in. A long, well lit hallway stretched a few feet foreword. Havoc heard the hologram's voice.

"Calm down, little one… I have brought friends…" The hologram spoke softly. A voice responded. It sounded like a child's voice. A large child's voice. Havoc and Rekhyt walked into the doorway at the end of the hall. In the room, a large hologram of Merlin stood over what could pass for a large cradle. Havoc eyed the contents of the metallic hammock. He saw a dragon, about the size of a dog in the cradle. It had many shining crimson scales and tiny silver eyes. Its wings were paper thin, blue membranes pulsing with life under the skin. Its claws were the size of daggers and ivory white. Its head was crowned with thorns. Havoc saw a flicking tail hanging over the side. The silver eyes looked up at him and his brother. Rekhyt leaned over with a smile and touched the dragon on the head, gently. The tiny dragon cried out and curled up. Havoc smacked his bro up the back of the head and pushed him away. Havoc reached out his mind like to communicate with Teyla or a Wraith.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Havoc ignored his darker half and reached out further. His mind actually connected with the dragons. The dragon felt the presence and looked up at Havoc.

"What are you…?" It asked curiously. Fear laced its mind. Havoc crouched to eye level. He looked into the dragon's eyes.

"A friend…"Havoc said. The dragon leaned in closer to Havoc. He blinked and opened his eyes wider. The dragon stared back, shivering.

"Your eyes… they're like mine…"

Havoc smiled. "Of course… We're kin."

The dragon looked down at the floor.

"I have no family… I was made…"

"As were I and my brother…" Havoc said. Rekhyt nodded.

"…This is why we're alike…" The dragon looked up at them and gave the equivalent of a smile. Havoc stood up and looked over at Merlin. The tiny man floated near his head.

"Why was this one crying?" Havoc asked, mad. Merlin looked panicked.

"He knows of his short lifespan. He can only live for a total of six years… he is five."

Havoc looked over the lab. A dusty machine caught his attention. He knew this was way off track, helping a baby dragon and a dead man's A.I, but Havoc felt like he need to help. Havoc placed a hand on the control panel. It began to glow in a vibrant light. Havoc read the readout on the gauge. He turned to the hologram.

"Will this machine work on the little one?" Havoc asked. Merlin's eyes lit up.

"The A.I transfer machine? …It just might work…"

Havoc turned to the tiny dragon.

"Would you like to come with me, little guy?" Havoc asked. The dragon looked around at everyone and nodded. Havoc smiled. "Now… before we go, you need a name… how about…Marty?" Rekhyt laughed and looked at Merlin, who was looking like he regretted not giving the tiny creature a name himself. Havoc looked at Merlin.

"After he's taken care of, we need to get a power source…"

"Take the primary power source…"

"But then you'll die!"

"Ha! As long as you take care of this tiny one after he's an A.I, I can go peacefully…" Havoc nodded and looked around.

"Where is it?"

"It's a little bit… eccentric…"

BACK IN THE FUTURE

The humans had made their way out of the library and collected in the control room. McKay was trying to get into the secret files of the hidden weapons. He had told them that Atlantis possessed weapons of incredible power, but they may eventually fire on their own. McKay was being rejected by the Ancient database for the twelfth time when the Stargate activated. Weir walked over to one of the people at the controls.

"Incoming wormhole…"

"Any IDC?" The technician shook his head. Suddenly, the iris exploded. Teyla knew what was going on and rushed to the edge of the railing. The event horizon rippled and sparked. The room grew tense. Then Havoc and his brother walked out of the Gate. Havoc had a small crystal hanging around his neck, next to the necklace. He had a humongous package strapped to his back like a sword. The Stargate groaned and shut down. The room stared back at the two Ancients. Havoc threw a hand around his brother's shoulders. He smiled like a goof up at Weir, Sheppard, and Teyla.

"Guess who I brought home for dinner!"