Epilogue:
Author's Note: This is just a last little bit of silliness. It ties up a loose end from several chapters ago….
Sam Carter, finally an adult, walked purposefully through the control room in hopes of getting some work done in the peace of her office. However, she was ill prepared for the sight that met her. She expected massive amounts of reports to have piled up. She expected several messages from the IOA demanding to know what happened, she expected several sleepless nights ahead of her to acquaint herself with all the had occurred.
What she did not expect to find in her office was a new paint job! She stepped over the threshold to further examine this little "present." The glass walls overlooking the Control Room were covered in colorful handprints as well as various other designs. She saw red hearts, blue trees, purple clouds, green birds, but what amazed her most were the little stick figures of various expedition members.
The figure labeled at Ronon had purple dreadlocks and was twice as big as any other figure, while Teyla was given long green hair and a big smile. There was also a picture labeled Jenifer, who had a stethoscope around her neck. Sam looked to the left to see a whole group of soldiers who held yellow guns. Slightly below them were more figures bearing data pads, three of which were labeled Rodney, Radek, and the figure behind a console as Chuck.
Lastly, her eyes fell upon three figures; two shorter ones with yellow and brown hair, each holding the hands of a much taller figure with noticeably spiky hair.
Tapping her com unit, Sam gathered her most commanding voice--it wouldn't do to laugh and ruin the effect--and stated firmly,
"Colonel Sheppard and Major Lorne please report to my office to explain their…….latest art project."
After all, only Evan would have the supplies, Sam reasoned, but John must have orchestrated the affair! She grinned evilly to herself at the thought of the two men cleaning her office walls, perhaps with a toothbrush?
Elsewhere in the city, Major Evan Lorne groaned, knowing full well what the summons was about. But how did he explain that it was all Colonel Sheppard's idea?
"Why me?" he asked himself shaking his head at the thought as he stepped into a transporter to take him to his present doom.
--fin—
Author's Note II: Thanks to anybody who reviewed! They were much appreciated. Also, thanks to Data Seeker who requested this fic and patiently waited for me to FINALLY finish it up.
