This time: Chuck the Gate Tech!

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Chuck grew up in the middle of nowhere Canada. Half a day's ride from a town so small it barely had a name and certainly didn't show up on a map. He was one of ten in his graduating class and was the only one to make it to the university. He studied… everything. Any class that he could get into, he took and he aced. Chuck knew that he was smart, he always had been… but he'd never found something that truly challenged him.

He joined a Canadian research team as their tech support… a position that was far under his ability level… but for Chuck it was the chance to travel and deal with new problems that made him say yes.

It was in a small military cafeteria in the middle of a particularly harsh Canadian winter that Chuck glimpsed the future. He was nursing his fourth cup of coffee, and seriously considered switching to hot coco or decaf, when a new group of soldiers and scientists wondered in. Chuck, who was occupying the only somewhat open table in the place, had the privilege of sitting next to them.

Maybe it was luck that everyone decided that the Cafeteria was the warmest room on base.

Maybe it was chance that one of the scientists sitting next to him, working on his laptop, has no idea how to fix his computer when it started giving him the "Blue screen of Death."

Maybe it was cockiness on his part that made him say he could fix it, and then attempt it in the face of the incredulous looks on the soldier's faces.

Whatever it was that drove those next few minutes it changed his life forever. He'd slid the laptop over in front of him and settled his fingers over the keys. The thrill of the challenge shot through him.

This is what he trained for, he told himself as he started working. His fingers were blurs, his face set, and his mind working at a smile a minute. He of course was able to get the computer working again… after all he was Chuck… and nothing phased him… at least until he glanced at the program code that had caused the overload. Strange symbols and algorithms that made his mind spark and jump for joy. He could see the problem and he didn't even stop to think about fixing it. He removed sections of code and rewrote them… fixing the overload of the processors and speeding up the function of program. He handed it back.

It was a week after the group left that he got the call. He was being recruit into a new program… a program in the United States. He quickly learned, after signing a stack of forms that made shutter for the poor dead trees, that the program he'd fixed was the program used to train "away" teams on Stargate Dialing procedures … which was a whole other pile of problems that Chuck was itching to get his hands on.

Chuck was smart… he always had been and after a few months of reading and training… he was ready to take on any problem that the SGC had to throw at him… and he did. Through thick and thin Chuck was there… the man on the DHD, the man with the answers… the man who was getting transferred… to Atlantis. A whole new Galaxy… something Chuck never even dreamed of in his wildest dreams.

The first few days were tough, no one knew him, all the reputation he'd built up in the SGC was gone… here he was… the man with the answers and he was forced playing secretary for Rodney McKay. He would have transferred back if he hadn't met John Sheppard. He'd met the military commander of Atlantis when he'd first come to the base, but he hadn't really had a chance to get to know him until he'd come home from a mission with weapons blasts following him through the gate.

John's smile was infectious as he walked up the steps to the control center. Chuck could still remember what he said to Elizabeth Weir when she'd come out to meet him.

" All in All, A good mission." He checked the bullet graze on his arm as he said it. Chuck was blown away. No matter how many teams he'd seen come and go through the gate up to that point, he'd never seen anything like John Sheppard… and he knew that no matter how long he said in Atlantis he'd measure every team by John Sheppard… and he knew that none of them would come close.

It was the grit and determination that caught his attention, the loyalty and friendship that made him want to know more, and the respect for everyone on Atlantis that made him want to stay and see what he would do next.

John Sheppard was an anomaly that Chuck had no training to fix and he wasn't sure how he felt about that.

In the next few months he saw Sheppard defy orders, come back injured, get kidnapped, blow-up hive ships, pull death defying stunts, recruit alien specialists, eat his body weight in popcorn, and get the crap beat out of him by Teyla... but he'd seen the man save people who everyone else had writen off, face death with a cool head and an analyzing eye, carry the burden of command with grace and strength, and earn the respect of Alien cultures who made crotchety seem like a compliment.

Chuck wondered if he'd ever met anyone who compared to John Sheppard, but the questions was quickly answered... never.

John Sheppard was in some ways more foreign to Chuck tahn any alien race they'd encountered so far.

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