A/N: Meh. Sue fic. Thanks to reviewers:
Disclaimer: Don't own much, SGA included
Chapter 2
Chelsea was ready and rearing to go. She got to her room and set out her stuff. It was a nice little room. A small kitchenette, a den that she would make an office, a bed room with an amazing balcony, and a standard bathroom. The first thing she pulled out was her computer and massive Seagate jump drive. Pulling off some music of the Seagate she set it to play, setting penguin speakers up to get as loud as they could.
"A long time ago we use to be friends; a long time ago we use to be friend; a long time ago we use to be friends, yeaaahhhh!"
The Bunsen burner came out , she had gotten pretty good at making coffee and tea in the flask over the flask.
"Getting on in the state of Mississippi, Poppa was a coppa' Mamma was a Hippie."
She pulled out most of her clothes and put them in drawers.
"17 and strung out on Confusion!"
" She is everything I need, that I never knew that I wanted!"
Once she was finished setting up her room, she stopped her karaoke marathon to go find someone to help set up her intranet. It was a joke really, she could design the prototype that Sam Carter used as inspiration for the nacquada generators, but she had no idea how to set up her email with out help.
She pulled her once dark strawberry blond, now dyed black hair into a pony tail, and changed her shirt. She wanted to look some what professional, and not someone that had been sleeping on a plane for 12 hours.
Chelsea wondered around trying to find the control room, labs, hell even the mess hall would be handy. She was soon most very lost.
"Where the hell am I!" She yelled. She heard a 'whooshing' sound and turned around to see a very, very big man with dark skin, dreadlocks, and looked like he could kill you about 18 different ways with out breaking a sweat. Chelsea nearly dropped her laptop.
He looked at her deer-in-the-headlights look. "Are you lost?"
She barely squeaked out a 'yes'.
He thought a minute, "Get in."
She walked in the tiny room, which she would later be told was the transporter. The big man pushed a glowing dot on the screen. There was a flash of light and the door opened to a very different hallway.
"Go that way and you'll be at the mess hall," he pointed the right.
Chelsea gave her thanks and he shrugged. "It wasn't a problem; I just hit the wrong button." With that the doors shut.
She made her way to the mess hall which was blustering with activity. Chelsea spied a Japanese looking women working over her computer. Chelsea had a friend in collage that was Japanese, maybe she could help me…
"Arigato, Gudimas," She said. The Japanese women looked up her strangely.
"You do know that most of the members of this expedition speak fluent English? You need not butcher my langue when I fluently speak yours," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Err.. Sorry. Ummm…Well…" She was stuttering.
"Yes?"
Chelsea sat down across from her. "I was wondering if you could help me. I just came in today for the first time and everything is new."
The Japanese woman smiled. "That's all you had to say." She stuck out her hand. "Miko Kusanagi."
She took her and shook it. "Chelsea McCay." Miko's eyes widened.
"Are you related to Dr. Rodney McKay-san?"
Chelsea laughed. "No, no. I spell my last name different. M-c-C-a-y, not M-c-K-a-y. But I have studied much of his work."
"Oh. Okay." Much of that afternoon, Chelsea hung out with Miko. Miko was impressed that McCay had two PhD's in engineering and physics. Miko showed her around. She stopped Chelsea by the infirmary, where jokes were made about her last name.
Chelsea was glad that the day was over, when it was. She couldn't wait for the next day to come. She couldn't wait to meet the head of her department, one Dr. Rodney McKay.
A/N2: Cookies to the people who can name some of the songs!
