note: For future refernce; This story will include Michael Westen from "Burn Notice" in later chapters . . . Please enjoy and please do review!

Left Behind
Chapter 1: Graduation

Stargate Academy.

It was one of the most top secret military Academies in all of America. Only the best of the best of the best come here to Colorado Spring Mountains in America from all over the World. Male and Female, various ages. All recommended by their Superior Officers. And today was graduation.

Kevin Lorne was one such Officer. At the ripe age of twenty-one he was recommended by his Commanding Officer and transferred to Stargate Academy. Five years later and it was his graduation. He was now a freshly promoted Captain, and deserving of it. His hair was a plain dark chestnut brown in a military cut style. He was average, not that noticeable—except for the fact that his eyes were a very clear, stark sky blue.

Here he wasn't really the best of the best of the best, how could he be when everyone else was also the best of the best of the best? But he must have been doing something right if he was here, and graduating. Maybe it was him training at night, when all of the others were asleep, or the studying in the Library, the target practice at lunch . . . whatever it had been, it helped him graduate.

He had joined the Military on his eighteenth birthday, and he deserved the title as Captain after seven years. No one was happy for him; Kevin had no family, had never known who his parent's really were. He had been at an orphanage since he was two years-old, and couldn't remember who he had been with before that age—no matter how much he tried.

When he was old enough to understand—at about the age of five—the Kids Home mother had explained to him that his parents had just dropped him off and abandoned him. When he was old enough to leave and live life on his own, he was given his file, and in that file were two pictures.

The first was one of a baby. He had the same blue eyes as Kevin, it was him of course; it had his name written on the back. The second one was of a family; this was the one that Kevin had found hard to look at first. It was of a family of four—a mother, a father, a daughter and a son—on the back it said: The Lorne Family.

The woman had long blond hair that covered her shoulder's, her eyes were hazel brown. She had on a sun dress and a smile on her face; Kevin calculated her to be in her early thirties. The man was probably in his mid thirties in comparison, with black hair and eyes the colour of the sky—they weren't exactly the same as Kevin's, but they were a close match. He was clad in Dress Blues and also had a grin that matched the woman's. The girl looked to be twelve, her eyes green and her shoulder length hair a light sandy colour. She was wearing a pair of overalls and her smile was toothy. Lastly was the boy, he was ten. His hair the same as the man's, but his eyes were exactly the same as Kevin's. He was wearing the man's Dress Blues cap, and was giving the camera a huge, goofy grin—the stretch of his lips caused dimples to appear on his cheeks.

Kevin didn't know why this was in the file, why people would want to hurt him like this. They were happy, so he assumed that they were that way without him—Kevin didn't have a clue as to when this photo was taken—this was the reason as to why he didn't try and search for them. It was also part of the reason why he joined the Military. He kept it with him, even though he couldn't remember who these people were, and even though they had abandoned him. He kept it because it reminded him of—surprisingly—who he was and his purpose.

Even now, every time he looked at the photo, it felt like he was stabbed in the heart with a knife. He had thought about suicide before, but was to chicken to do it himself. His family didn't want him, and the families that came into the Kids Home didn't even seem to give him a second glance—but at the age of seventeen, he found his calling—the Military.

Earlier that year—probably about a quarter through the semester—before graduation, Kevin got called into the Commander's office and was told that he had the Gene.

"The Gene?" Kevin had questioned.

They had just studied the city of Atlantis, but as the Commander had explained it—Kevin was special because he had this Ancient Gene in his blood. Though the way that the Commander had explained it, made it seem like having the Gene was like having the same name. So the thought had been instantly flushed and his heart had sunk, this could have been his reason. But they had just wanted him to know that he would be going to the City of Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy instead of Stargate Command, or Area 51. Kevin had thanked the Commander in a professional voice and was then dismissed.

During graduation, Kevin had found out that out of the handful of officers at the Academy, he was the only one out of them; he was the only Gene Carrier and therefore the only one that was going to Atlantis. So he was rare and special after all, unlike the way that the Commander had talked about it. I guess that's why I'm here, Kevin thought as he felt as if all eyes were on him—whether they were anger or not, he wasn't sure. Well, he didn't feel awkward at all as he went to his room after the ceremony. He could feel every head turn as he went by, and had a glare burn into his skull—anger and jealousy, he finally decided. And his heart sank a little more.

Once in his room, Kevin shut the door with a click. This was one of the reasons why he was glad that he didn't have a roommate. He navigated his why to his bed easily in the moonlight shinning through the window, and lay on his bed with a soft sigh.

Taking out the photograph, he gave another sigh, though this one out of sadness. Many years ago he had deducted that his parents were already dead, and that if he were to meet anyone, it would be his brother. He didn't know why he decided that, just that he had always wanted a brother and the boy in the picture looked like Kevin more than the others. But he had ever met said brother face to face, he would never say anything. He would deny the fact for all he was worth if ever confronted. They left him, so why should he grovel at their feet?

By now he was tracing the older boys face with a finger. Kevin's sky blue eyes shone with unshed tears of anger, sadness, heartbreak, self-pity, self-hatred and confusion—which was the strongest of them all. Confusion that led to questions. Why? That was the one that was always on his mind. Why? All of those emotions bottled up, never to meet the air of this world. All of these emotions fighting for dominance in the confined areas of his mind and heart were making his expression blank and unreadable, his eyes becoming dark and hooded.

A cloud travelled across the moon, blocking out the light in his room. With tired movements he put the photo face down over his heart, and placed a hand over it. Gradually he fell asleep, in his Dress Blues and all. Grudgingly dreaming of the family that had abandoned him.

note: Hoped you like the start of this Fic. I was going through some of my old binders and I found this first chapter that I had written when I was in like grade ten. At the moment I'm already about halfway through the second chapter and I'll post it as soon as I can. Please review; tell me what you think.