Author's note: Okay, since my last attempt at this chapter wasn't understood, I've tried a little rewrite. Let me know if this clears things up for you, okay?
Later on, in the cafeteria…
Ronon is asking, "So you're Sheppard's Grandfather, from many generations ago and you can't be killed because you're already dead?"
Will laughs, "Yes I am, and no, not exactly." He looks at his granddaughter in his lap and watches with a smile as she admires his sword, going so far as to test its edge on a nearby empty chair.
Ronon shakes his head at the sight, then he looks at John with a big grin on his face, "Your family is weird, but I like them!"
Rodney snarks, "Oh please, this is ludicrous! How are we supposed to believe any of this when you can't prove it?"
Xander chuckles, "Just chalk it up to magic, big mouth."
John and Ronon exchanged the briefest of glances and the big man put one hand over the scientist's mouth and the other on his shoulder before he could say another word. They'd heard all the ranting they'd cared to from Rodney on that subject, long before this.
Xander grins unrepentantly at his big brother's glare.
John huffed with laughter over how quickly his little brother had learned to bait McKay and get him worked up. Finished with their meal, he stood and offered a hand to the one eyed man who still looked very tired from his ordeal back home. "Let's get you to bed. You look like you could sleep for twenty-four hours straight."
Groaning as he stands, Xander replies, "I feel like I could sleep for a week!" Turning to their grandfather, he asks, "Are you sure you can't stay longer, Gramps?"
Taking his sword back from Atiya and sheathing it, Will stands also, picking the girl up and planting her on his hip as he does. Sighing audibly, "I'm afraid so. My crew and I have a job to do back home and we'd best get back to it. Do please come out to sea for a chat once in a while, won't you, Xander? I'd love to get the chance to get to know this little darling better." He indicated Atiya by bouncing her off his hip, up in his arms so that she flipped upside down and over onto his back, making her laugh.
"I will," Xander shook the proffered hand, grinning at his daughter's beaming face as she wrapped her arms around her grandfather's neck.
"Your grandmother, Elizabeth would have loved your Atiya, I have no doubt." He patted the little arms encircling his neck.
Will turned to Sheppard, "John, it's been a pleasure to meet you and to tour this lovely city ship of yours. Would you mind if I dropped in now and then to check up on you?"
Teyla stifled a laugh at the brief smirk on her team leader's face at that question. By this point, all of them knew how much of a headache it would give Woolsey.
"Please do," John got out with a mostly straight face before grinning from ear to ear.
Once out at the pier the Flying Dutchman had docked at, Xander turned to Will once more and said, "Oh and hey, thanks again for the lift here. Please thank Callisto for me, too, would you? It was great of her to allow us to borrow you for a while."
Chuckling as he saw Ronon silence McKay once more, Will nodded, "You're welcome and consider it done. Though I believe thanks should also go to your wife, Ibuin. She and Callisto are longtime friends, after all."
~*~
After Turner and the Flying Dutchman had gone, the rest of the group split up. Rodney went back to his lab in a huff over being silenced, Teyla to her quarters, and Ronon to spar with a couple of Marines. John, Xander and Atiya all headed back to John's quarters.
"So, little brother, can you tell me why in God's name you picked out such a horrible shirt?" Sheppard asks with a smirk at Xander's put upon expression.
"Hey! I was ordered to come here for vacation, so I dressed appropriately," the younger man insisted with a wounded air.
Atiya giggles, "Don't worry, Papa, I like your colorful shirts."
Swooping the girl up in his arms while she shrieks with laughter, Xander tells her, "Thank you, baby. At least you love me."
John laughs as he leads the way inside.