Disclaimer: see chapter one

God, did his head hurt! What the hell happened! Lets see; got up, went to way to many briefings, latest briefing interrupted because of temporal travellers, and I have at least three kids in the future, maybe even more.

A slight groan fell out of his mouth, why, oh why did he have to tempt fate. 'I'm bored', he remembered with disgust. What he wouldn't give to be bored right now.

The sound of mumblings and whispers filled the room, as he lay there trying to wake up properly. He could here Beckett calling MedBay, telling them to prep a bed for him, and that was enough to make him force himself to get up.

"I didn't mean to make him faint." FAINT! I did not faint. I…passed out…from shock…from learning I have at least three kids. Oh man. "Just shock him a bit."

"Hey Doc, I think he's waking up! Major…get up."

Oops. Did I say that out loud? Ford why can't you just let me sleep? No, wait, he was supposed to be getting up.

John opened his eyes, looking right up at the white ceiling, and turned his head slightly to see Carson virtually standing over him. His head was resting on something soft, not hard like he'd expected. A quick look around the room confirmed that it had been Teyla who had given up her jacket for him. She seemed to do that a lot for him. Maybe because he was the one always getting knocked out?

A slightly questioning grunt escaped his mouth at the thought, as he held out his hand to Ford, who was standing on the opposite side of Carson. The Lieutenant pulled him up, and the dizziness he felt must have shown on his face, because Carson was immediately up next to him, shining a penlight in his eyes. Nasty torture device that they were. He suffered the pain for a few moments, then leant down, picked up the jacket, and handed it back to Teyla with a nod, who returned it.

"How long was I out?" was the question posed to the occupants of the room. No need to mince words after all.

A quick glimpse around the room saw many faces, a few shocked, some pensive, one bashful, and one extremely smarmy. Oh no, he knew what was coming now.

"You mean after you fainted?" Rodney and his extra smarmy voice. Just how much of an emphasise could he place on such a vile word, at least in his books.

"I didn't faint!" came the sharp retort. "I just passed out…from shock." There way absolutely no way he was going to use the 'f' word.

"Lad, faint is the correct medical term. And besides, it was just for a few seconds. Though that bump will need to be checked out. You did hit it pretty hard."

Oh come on now Carson, it was just a bump, was the thought that John would never express, after all, Carson was the man who determined who could go of world or not. Worse still, he was the man in charge of the needles.

Remembering the reason for his brief trip to the land of the unconscious, John turned his head and searched the room for his…"Son?"

"Yes Major, a son. And a daughter too. Possibly two of one and one of the other. Or even more." Rodney was really loving this.

"Two girls," Jet, his son, interjected. "It would have been two boys as well, but Tony was killed just before we came through the gate." His voice was starting to thicken at the end of the sentence.

Oh God! John thought, his face blanching slightly, I've already lost one.

McKay's grin started to falter. He shouldn't have gone so far. Wait, if the Major had children then…

"Do I have any children?" he blurted out. "Have I already lost them?"

Jet looked at McKay, slowly blinking, taking a few seconds to let the words get through to his grief filled mind.

He pathed a message to Z, seeing if she was up, and to see if the effects of the Wraith stunner had worn off yet.

Wraith stunners were kind of like a Zat blast. The more you got shot with them, the less of an effect they had on you. And Z, well, she was like her dad, lets put it that way.

Z jumped off the couch she had been sitting on at the shock of receiving a message.

"Jet, what the hell's going on? Where are we? And why am I covered in dust?" At the last sentence, she had started trying to rub the dust off her arms and legs, but only resulted in making the dust mix with all the grime she already had on her, causing it to become a sort of thickened paste that she had only made worse.

He quickly pathed everything they already knew to her, and the shock of it all made her fall backwards, collapsing on the couch she had just jumped up from. She began blinking rapidly, trying to process all the information she had just received from him.

He remained connected to her mind, answering all the questions she came up with.

Back in the briefing room however, Jet still hadn't answered McKay's question, why was making the scientist extremely worried. Hex, who was sitting next to him, scanned his mind briefly, and seeing what he was doing, decided to inform McKay, and thusly the others, what was happening.

"He's talking to Z," was all she said to them. Which, kind of logically resulted in the members of the expedition becoming a bit baffled.

"Z?" Queried Rodney, who was actually becoming slightly worried, and was frowning slightly. He'd known a girl when he was younger who'd used the abbreviation Z when her name was really

"Elizabeth." Hex continued his thought. "She hates her full name, and when the decision was made to only use our code names, she jumped at the opportunity."

A side glance from Rodney to look at Eliz…. Dr Weir only resulted in his ears becoming a bright shade of crimson, as she had been doing the exact same thing to him.

Silence filled the room as most of them managed to grasp the meaning of Rodney's daughter being named Elizabeth. Obviously something occurred in the future which caused them to get together.

"Your oldest is a boy though," was softly said by a shoulder length, blonde haired, blue eyed girl, who, at least to Rodney, slightly resembled Lt. Col. Samantha Carter.

"A boy?" Elizabeth asked, wondering if she was truly going to be going out with McKay in the future. After all, she was still in love with Simon, she thought, as she grasped the chain around her neck.

"Micky," Hex answered for her friend. "Short for Michael. He got hit by a stunner as well. He hasn't been hit with them enough to gain as much of a resistance against them as Z has."

Rodney was just sitting there, blank face. Oh my God. He had children. Rodney McKay, the man who hated, loathed, and utterly despised children, actually had children. Actually, that was the thought going through a lot of the expeditions minds, or at least the ones in the room.

"Any others?" John asked mildly, which managed to bring everyone's attention to him, except Jet, who was still trying to calm Z down.

A brief glance between some of the people opposite the expedition resulted in a few glances of their own being shared.

"He," Hex began, but before she could continue, was cut off by Jet returning to them.

"Excuse me Hex, but I think it's time we took a break, got something to eat, after all, I can hear McKay's stomach rumbling from here."

Everyone's attention went first to Jet, startled at then interruption when he seemed completely out of it, but then to McKay, because as soon as the sentence was finished, his stomach let out a mighty rumble that did indeed sound like it was asking, nay begging, for food.

Elizabeth's face went first to John's, who merely gave her a shoulder shrug, which drew Carson's attention, and then to Bates, who sat up on a higher level, who did exactly the same thing as Sheppard.

"Thirty minutes?" she proposed. That would be more than enough time, wouldn't it?

Jet looked at his watch. "Probably more like forty five. Her ladyship has to prettify herself for seeing her parents. Come to think of it, we could all use the time to wash up. I know I do." He finished, looking at his hands, which were coated in a thin black layer of dust and grime.

At Jet's words, all the new comers looked down at their clothes. Jet could see that some of them were really embarrassed at looking like this in front of their mentors, their friends, and their family. He watched as some of them began to blush. Others just gave a sigh; after all, their family wasn't here.

"An hour then." Elizabeth decided. "After all," she began with a smirk, seeing the beginnings of a smile on John's face, "Major Sheppard still has to go to MedBay." That wiped the smile off his face!

"I already said that Cas was just resting," Jet interrupted, not really hearing the conversation, as he was being pathed by nearly all of his people, which created quite a bit of a ruckus in his head.

"She meant Major John Sheppard, dumbass," Shadow retorted. Since there wasn't a McKay here, (besides Rodney, who didn't count), she had to pick up the slack a little.

"Oh. Right. Course she did." Jet said, when he finally managed to get everyone to stop pathing him at once. He decided to give them numbers, so when he called their number, then they could talk to him. Like at a delicatessen on Earth.

"My daughter's of the same rank as me," John mumbled as he got up out of his chair. "This is so not fair." He walked a few paces, and then stopped suddenly, spinning on his heel, remnants of the earlier conversation coming to the front of his mind. "You outrank me!" He hollered to Jet, who just shrugged. "How old are you?"

"Just turned twenty five last month." Jet stated. It wasn't his fault he was so high up in rank. Tony and Nessie had been Lt. Col.'s before him, and since he was now in charge, by Lantean law, he had to be one also.

"Twenty five!" John shouted. "Ten years younger than me, and he outranks me!" Then he began to grumble, "This is so not fair."

"Come along then laddie, get a move on. No time to waste." Carson came up behind John and started subtly moving him towards the door, which opened with a brief thought. "Or do I need to get you a gurney or a wheelchair?"

The raised eyebrow from Carson didn't go unnoticed, nor did the hesitation by John before turning around to face the door.

"I can walk Doc." No need to anger the Doctor after all, he is, 'He-Who-Controls-The-Needles.'

John continued grumbling as he walked out the door, followed by Carson, and from outside, they could see many of those in the control room, leaning in their chairs awkwardly, trying to obtain a glimpse of what was going on in the room.

"That was definitely not my fault," Jet said, as he walked out of the room, followed by his people, all except Shadow, who remained behind for a few seconds to password lock the computers.

Those still inside heard a few mumbles from those who had just left, and a few seconds later Jet poked his head back round the door, and asked, "Do you want Sergeant Bates to come with us?"

Everyone was visibly startled. Here was someone who was asking for a member of security, the leader of security, to accompany them. Normally, security teams or members had to be forced onto people. It was definitely different.

Elizabeth recovered swiftly, and a brief "Sergeant," had Bates walking down the steps to stand beside Jet. A nod from Jet, and a reciprocating one from Bates, a brief moment later transpired before they both left.

Shadow followed behind them a few seconds later.

Bates was going off with this group, to meet the sons and daughters of herself and her friends before she even got to know their names.

She had to admit it, she was jealous.