Word had spread quickly that not one but two super soldiers had come to protect the city. Rekhyt's appearance raised some speculation of whether or not the rest of the soldiers were really dead or not. Havoc also refused to answer the questions of what the package was on his back. He kept the card away from people too. Weir began hounding him about the supposed "Final Weapons", but only got the cold shoulder. Havoc and his brother laughed all the way down to the rooms. Weir decided to corner them when they came for dinner.

Elizabeth sat in wait in the mess hall, eyes on the door. Havoc didn't show up yet, but his brother showed up first. He looked around and eyed the meats laid out. He eagerly stepped up. Havoc came in about ten minutes later. He saw his brother attacking the steak and laughed. The room grew tense. People restarted their conversations, but a few of them watched as Havoc walked down the row. Elizabeth watched as they both came back from the food display with nothing but meat. Rekhyt was still attacking the well done steak. Havoc was laughing and carrying what appeared to be half a ham. They sat at a table near Weir and Havoc stared at his brother.

"You eat like you haven't seen meat before…" Rekhyt looked up at him, mouth full of steak. The look on his face was of sarcasm and questioning. Havoc shrugged and tore into the ham with similar animalistic manners. Weir saw the size of his white incisors. They were like little knives. Havoc made his brother think twice about trying to steal a taste. Elizabeth walked up. Havoc didn't look up from the meat.

"Ya know, if ya want a taste, I think they put a fresh ham up there, Weir." Havoc said. Rekhyt laughed through his meat.

"The way you eat, it won't last ten minutes…"

"Shut up and eat…" Havoc said. Weir sat down next to Havoc. Havoc swallowed the meat and looked at her from the side of his eyes. "May I help you with something, Doc?"

"You seem pretty calm for someone sitting on top of what could be the end of Atlantis…" Weir said. Havoc jerked his head around and made sure no one was listening. He looked at Weir with an impatient look on his face.

"You humans seem to love stirring up chaos wherever you are, don't you…?" Havoc said; eyes boring down on Elizabeth.

"Amen…" Rekhyt said, coughing.

"Excuse me?" Weir asked, surprised at the tone Havoc had suddenly taken. Havoc lifted a finger, jabbing it at her.

"It's the first rule of containment: never make a scene. If everyone here could know that in any minute, they'd be bacon, the room would turn into a mad house! Hell! The whole city would go to shit, and the pandemonium may get someone killed!" Havoc whispered. Weir seemed ashamed that she had just threatened the peace so easily. Havoc looked at her, calculating.

"Don't worry. We'll find the damn things anyway." Rekhyt said, attacking the last steak, sending the juice across the table. Havoc eyed the juice and the fellow soldier with desperation. Havoc shook his head and went back to his meat. Weir looked at him for a full minute until Sheppard came into the room with two combat sticks in his hands. He spotted Havoc and ran over. Havoc looked up from the last piece of ham and eyed the combat sticks.

"What's up, John?" Havoc asked. John smiled down at him.

"Teyla wants you to come spar with us."

"Why didn't she come down here to get me?" Havoc asked again, looking at a clock on the wall. It was 9:36 pm. A little late for a match. John shrugged and handed him the combat sticks. Havoc grabbed them and the piece of meat and looked down at his brother.

"You gonna be okay?"

Rekhyt nodded and went back to the meal. Havoc and John left the room in conversation. Rekhyt spoke.

"Elizabeth… I need to mention a few things…

Havoc walked into the training room. Sheppard walked over to the equipment locker and took out some more sticks. Teyla was on the far side of the room, dressed in her combat training vest. Havoc saw Ronon by the doorway, hands crossed. Havoc Walked to the center of the room. He eyed the combat equipment.

"Use the blades."

"What?"

"Use the blades." Havoc repeated. Sheppard took out the combat knives and tossed them to Havoc. Havoc grabbed them and tossed them to Teyla and Ronon. He unfastened the clips on his coat. Havoc shrugged it off. He took off his gloves and boots, throwing them aside. Havoc stood up strait. Teyla stared. His skin was covered in scars. Horrific shining scars stretched up and down his arms, matching his eye scar. They stretched through his shirt sleeves and even on his bare feet. His flesh was toned. Teyla blushed. Havoc lifted his sleeves and stood with his arms crossed, eyes closed.

"Teyla, you may attack me whenever you wish." He stated. Sheppard sat down on the bench, interest showing. Ronon joined him. Teyla stared at Havoc. She jumped foreword and brought the blades down. Havoc didn't move. Teyla stopped the blades an inch from his face. She quizzically looked at him. Havoc's eyes flared open.

"Disappointing…"

Havoc disappeared and reappeared behind her. He landed a soft blow on her back, sending her foreword three feet. She spun around with a kick to his head. He blocked it with one wrist. She winced. It was like kicking cement. Havoc spun his hand around and grabbed her ankle. He swung around and threw her into the mat. He disappeared. She jumped up, blades at the ready. Havoc was gone. She looked around and lowered the blades. She looked up. Havoc was standing upside down on the ceiling, hands behind his back. He looked back.

"Kind of hard to spin around trying to hit something you can't follow, eh?" Havoc said. He released from the ceiling and swung a fist into the ground. The metal in the floor rippled and sent Teyla sprawling. Havoc disappeared again. Teyla closed her eyes. She reached out with her mind and found Havoc, catching him by surprise. She grabbed hold of his mind, keeping a link opened. Havoc fell from the ceiling and stared at her. Shadow Havoc moved in.

"And what might you be doing?"

She shivered as she realized that she left herself open to attack from a superior demon. Shadow Havoc cut her off and disappeared. Havoc stared at her more.

"Next time, an opponent will not simply kick you out."

Teyla lowered her gaze, ashamed. She jumped as she felt arms spin around her arms, locking her in place. She turned her head and looked directly into the eyes of a second Havoc. The real one walked up to her.

"Lesson two: Never let your guard down…" Havoc said. He stopped when he felt cold steel on his neck. Ronon couldn't resist the fight and snuck in, holding a knife to Havoc's neck. Havoc looked at him.

"Same to you, Havoc." Ronon laughed. Havoc frowned.

"Impudent speck…" Havoc whispered. Ronon was thrown to the ground by a third Havoc. The three copies stood side by side, one of them releasing Teyla to the ground. Havoc number one snapped his fingers and the two copies disappeared. Havoc reached out a hand and pulled two combat sticks. He clicked open the locks and two blades sprouted out of the ends. Havoc spun the blades in his hands until they hummed and became solid disks. Havoc threw them like shuriken at Teyla and Ronon. They dodged out of the way as the spinning blades hit the wall and began to make hectic circuits around the circular room's walls. Now getting too close to the walls would result in getting cut to shreds. John hit the floor and edged away from the wall. Havoc disappeared again. Ronon and Teyla went back to back, eyeing the ceiling and shadows. They held their breath. Havoc's voice sounded behind their ears.

"Boo…"

Ronon jumped and slashed out. Havoc appeared in front of him and grabbed him by the neck, flinging him away. Havoc landed a kick on Teyla's back. He grabbed Teyla and Ronon and slammed them into the wall. On either side, they saw the shining blades coming for them. The spinning death traps were an inch away. Teyla winced. There was a clang of metal and she opened her eyes. The two blades were perfectly angled so the blades would meet and stop in a graceful cross an inch from her nose. Ronon stared into one of the blades. Havoc stood over them, smiling.

"You two need some work." He simply said, walking out of the room. Teyla saw he had left his cloak, gloves, and boots behind. She eased away and picked up the heavy gear. She ran out the door and looked for him. A breeze brushed by down the empty hallway. She sighed and returned to the room.

Teyla yawned as she walked down the hallway. She didn't know why, but Dr. Weir had asked her to come to the briefing room at this late hour. She felt like the meeting had something to do with her training exercise with Havoc. She wondered why he was so serious that time, and why she felt strange every time she thought of him and his scars. She blushed again and kept walking. Teyla entered the briefing room. A very tired Sheppard sat half asleep at the end of the table. Ronon was asleep, annoying a very uncomfortable Carson and McKay. Weir was staring into a computer screen, Rekhyt at the controls. Teyla had never talked to Havoc's brother, but she had noticed the resemblance.

Weir motioned to a seat, and Teyla sat down. Weir looked around.

"I called you here because of Havoc. Carson and Havoc's brother have something to say, but I'm going to let Carson speak first."

Beckett stood. "Aye. I noticed Havoc had been acting a bit… quirky since his last trip, so I asked him to come in for a physical again. After the preliminary tests, I found some abnormalities in his DNA structure. I took blood tests and heart exams." He pointed at a screen. "This is Havoc's first heart rate." The screen showed a gently pulsing green line and a soft beep for each heart beat. "…And this is his current one…" The next screen was all green and a piercing screech resounded out of the speakers. Everyone except Rekhyt winced.

"What does this mean?" Teyla asked, nervous. Beckett sighed.

"I don't know. The thing is, Havoc shouldn't be alive with this heart rate. It's at least a hundred times as fast. And his molecular form is dangerously weak."

"So, he's dying…" Sheppard said. Teyla looked even more nervous.

"His blood showed small amounts of his nano-bots in his blood, doing tissue repair. They seem to be the balance keeping him alive."

"And they're doing this automatically?" Weir asked. Beckett shook his head.

"I'm afraid they're not. They require constant stimulus from his mind to operate. I'd say, if Havoc tried to operate any other form of ATA technology, it could kill him." The room grew silent. Using any technology with the ATA gene would kill him. On the inside, something in Teyla's psyche began to panic. She suppressed this emotion. Rekhyt spoke.

"His DNA was particularly fragile before this, but I think that by suppressing the mutation, and by going through the time travel portal so much, his DNA is like scrambled eggs now."

"What mutation?"

"During the first time portal that Havoc and Falc'ner went through, the wormhole was dangerously premature and highly explosive. Unstable if you will. Falc'ner doesn't have a shadow doppelganger in his mind, so he couldn't suppress the mutation. Havoc, with his shadow self, and the nano-bots, can lengthen the process. Falc'ner may already be 100 percent dragon…"

"Dragons…"

"Yes. During our last trip, Havoc and I found out that the Ancient, Merlin had a temporary lab in a medieval castle where he bio-engineered dragons. Somehow, dragon DNA is integrated in with Havoc and Falc'ner."

"So…Havoc will turn into a… dragon?" Sheppard asked. Weir looked down at Rekhyt. He stepped up.

"It would take a stimulus of a massive power surge to finish the process." Rekhyt said, walking to the door. He closed the doors. He spoke to the room.

"I'd rather not say this, but Havoc's body possesses the compatibility of a small sun. If he dies, all that energy is going to leave by any way it can. No body, no mourners, no galaxy." Teyla got up and rushed out of the room, trying to find Havoc. Sheppard jumped up and ran after her. Outside the room, Havoc hung from the ceiling, eyes closed and feet planted in the tile. He whispered to the air.

"Even in death, I am nothing but a weapon…" He whispered, knowing what Beckett and Rekhyt had told them. Havoc frowned and a jeweled tear welled up from his eye, falling to the ground. A technician saw the tear and looked up to the ceiling where Havoc was. He saw nothing but shadows...