A/N: My sweet reviewers: Manic Tater, Cocoa Girl 12, flubber, Amaruk Wolfheart of the Wraith

Epilogue

"Unauthorized in coming wormhole!"

"Who is it?"

"It's Dr. Beckett's IDC."

"Lower the Shield."

-Two Weeks Later-

Radek poked his head into the infirmary to check up on his friend. Carson typed on his lap top oblivious to the attention he was getting. Checking the time, he sighed, and kept typing. Radek, shaking his head, kept going on his way. Carson would talk to him when he was ready.

Carson had walked through the Atlantis only two weeks earlier. Tanned, unshaven, and wasn't talking to anyone at all about how he apparently saved Atlantis single handedly. Ronan said that he thought a Wraith had helped him as well. Most of the staff that were rescued didn't have any clue on how they got home, due to that they were still drugged out of their mind. It was a mystery to where Carson went, when someone tried to redial the last address used, the seventh chevron wouldn't lock. They were about to declare the MIA doctor dead, he came walking in through the gate.

And he wasn't talking

Carson sat in his infirmary, staring at the ceiling, when Radek walked in carrying dinner. "I have been kicked out of my lab once again," he stated simply. "So I have decided to come and visit my very good friend that has decided to refrain from eating once again."

"I have not," Carson said smirking. Radek raised an eyebrow. "I'm just avoiding the mess hall for the moment."

Radek looked at his friend as he began to eat. "So, you will not tell me about how you appeared from a Gate address that will not redial? How you are not at all scared from this entire scenario?"

Carson's gaze softened, not quite looking at anything when he replied. "No, it's not something that would interest you."

Radek rolled his eyes at this. Picking up his tray, he said. "Well I must go try to reclaim my lab, if you will not as you say 'gossip'. I hope that McKay enjoys faux-turkey and rice as much as he enjoys power bars." Carson snickered.

"Maybe."

And then he was alone again. Silent shadows sulked along the sides of the walls. Carson leaned back in his chair and began to fiddle with his Pendent that hung on his neck. It was warm and it buzzed under the touch. However he hadn't heard from Michael or the lady since he left. He hadn't regretted his decision though. He and Michael were still alive, and still free. They just were apart. With a heavy sigh, he headed back to bed.

He was asleep before he hit the pillows. The need to sleep hit him like a tsunami hitting the Japanese coast.

The waves lapped the shore with a repetitive sound. He walked along the coast of the beach that he and Michael had spent so much time on. There on the beach was Michael. With out looking he moved to give Carson on the blanket.

Carson stared out onto the ocean. "Is this a dream?" he finally asked.

Michael shrugged nonchalantly. "Yes and no. You are still on Atlantis safe behind the shield that protects you and your companions from others of my kind. You are still asleep in your bed, wrapped up in those thin sheets that you complained about. But if this was a true 'dream' could you feel this?" Michael's hand reached and found Carson's. "If this was a 'dream' could I kiss you like this?"

Lips meet Lips and all was good with the universe at that precise moment.