A/N: Hi everyone! Welcome back. I didn't get any reviews for the last chapter, so I hope you're liking the direction the story is headed. Like I said earlier, I can't not write romance. :)

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"I must say, Ronon, the resemblance is rather striking," Mr. Woolsey observed as he removed his glasses and squinted disapprovingly at the smudged lenses.

"What resemblance?"

"To you, of course." Glasses cleaned with a handkerchief from his pocket, he slipped them back on his face.

Sheppard stood next to their commander, leaning against the window of the observation deck. "Come on, Chewie. We all knew the DNA test was just a formality. Kid looks exactly like you."

Ronon glanced at the girl below in the interrogation room. "I'm twice her size," he argued.

"She's tiny, yeah," Sheppard conceded, "but she probably gets that from Rogers." He looked around the room, then at Woolsey. "Where is she, by the way?"

As Woosley said something about SGA-8 needing a last-minute interpreter, Ronon discovered it didn't take much for him to envision the linguist's body – her narrow waist, modest chest and full hips, her athletic runner's legs – but beyond the more feminine aspects of her frame, he had never paid particularly close attention to her stature. Dark red hair and green eyes, average seemed like the last word he should use to describe someone as physically unique as her; but, though her prim and proper straight-backed posture always made her appear taller, he supposed she was average height for an Earth woman. "Rogers isn't that small," he eventually said.

"No, but Eva's still a kid," Sheppard reasoned. "She's probably got more growing to do…"

"Not to mention she's incredibly malnourished," Woolsey added.

"I still don't see it." Ronon crossed his arms across his chest.

Sheppard stared at him and pointed down at Eva who was lounging in her seat, heels propped on the chair in front of her, with her arms crossed identically across her chest as she waited for Lorne to arrive.

Ronon dropped his arms to his sides.

"Told you so," Sheppard taunted.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

Lorne opened the door with a tablet and a voice recorder in his hands and, once Eva had dropped her feet to the floor, sat across from her.

"How are your quarters?" he asked.

"Fine."

"And your guards?" Lorne continued. "Are they treating you well?"

"Oh, you mean Tom and Jerry?" She gestured to the stoic men behind her. "Yeah, they're a real hoot." Her voice oozed sarcasm.

"Now that sense of humor," Sheppard commented, "that she must get from her Uncle John."

Ronon glared at him. "You done?"

Sheppard smirked.

"All right, kid," Lorne began, "you ready for round two?"

She took a deep breath and shrugged. "Not like I have a choice," she muttered.

Lorne flipped a switch on the voice recorder and set it on the table between them. "Yesterday you were telling us about how you were captured by the Wraith." He looked down at his tablet. "You said the entire jumper was beamed into the Cruiser, you were placed in cocoons, and then you were taken to the ship's laboratory. You mentioned there was a man – not a Wraith – that controlled the lab. Can you describe him?"

"Yeah," she replied, arms still crossed.

Lorne shook his head, inviting her to share more.

She stared back.

He sighed deeply. "Tall or short?"

"Tall."

"Fat or thin?"

"Really thin."

"Hair color?"

"Brown. Curly. It was starting to recede, kind of like Colonel Sheppard's."

Ronon snorted into a closed fist and Sheppard brought a hand to his head. "My hair's not receding," he said in an indignant whisper as he felt along his hairline and tried to get a glimpse of it in the observation window's reflective surface.

"Eyes?"

"Two of them."

"Very funny," Lorne said, clearly not entertained. "What color were his eyes?"

"Blue? I don't remember. I was a little preoccupied at the time."

"How old?"

"Old." She blinked. "Like you."

Lorne clicked a few buttons on the tablet in front of him and pulled up a picture of the Wraith experiment Michael. "Was this him?"

Eva squinted at the picture and then shook her head. "No."

"Anything else you can tell us about him? Distinguishing marks? What he was wearing?"

Eva shook her head and thought. "He was dressed like the Wraith in a long black cloak and was wearing a necklace with like a big…red amulet attached to it." She sat up straighter in her seat, her demeanor changing entirely. "Hey, speaking of necklaces, I have a silver one that I've always worn and I had it before you found me but now I can't find it. Do you guys have it? It might be with some of my personal effects…maybe with my jacket?"

Ronon thought back to the moment in the jumper right before Dr. Beckett had shocked her with the paddles when she yanked the metal chain over her head and cast it to the side.

Lorne looked toward Woolsey for guidance, who replied with a shake of his head. Lorne turned back to Eva. "We'll keep an eye out for it," he said. "Now, let's get back to the subject."

Eva slumped back down into her chair, unconvinced by Lorne's offer.

"Anything else you can tell us about the man?"

Eva bit her cheek. "He kinda spoke with an accent," she finally said. "Like an English accent." She lifted one of her shoulders. "That's all I can think of."

Lorne nodded slowly. "Okay. Let's move on. Yesterday you also claimed you didn't think the tracking device the Wraith put in you was a regular tracking device. Why's that?"

"Well, it burned," she recalled.

Ronon mentally agreed; that was odd.

"My dad didn't like to talk about his time as a Runner," she continued with a glance to the side, "but he would mention things…here and there."

Ronon's stomach tightened and he unexpectedly found it difficult to look at her. He wondered what exactly her father had revealed to her and what he chose to keep secret from that dark time in his life. If he had shared even a little with her over her short lifetime, then Eva likely knew him better than anyone else on base – Sheppard and Teyla included – and that was more than a little unsettling.

"He never once mentioned the tracking device burned, so I figured it wasn't normal."

"Did it burn all the time?" Lorne asked.

She shook her head. "No. Only sometimes. Only while it was powering up."

"Powering up?" Lorne repeated. "Powering up for what?"

"At first I wasn't sure. The first time it happened, I thought I was hallucinating from fear or… tainted water. But it kept happening." She fixed her eyes on the table, deep in thought, and pressed a hand to her cheek. "First, the device would heat up, then it would feel like my skin was ripping apart, and then I would lose my vision." She took a breath. "And when I could see again, it was like everything was different. The trees were taller…or…or shorter. Or snow on the ground would suddenly be gone. Anything I had stored up – food, weapons, clothing – would vanish and I'd have to start over. Unless I was wearing it or holding it, it would disappear. At first, I thought they were playing games with me, trying to demoralize me. I thought maybe they were frustrated or bored because I refused to leave Sateda and it was like their way of clearing my slate. But now that I'm here…if it really is 2008, then maybe all that time…every time the tracker activated, maybe I was traveling through time."

"A Wraith with time travel capabilities?" Woolsey murmured. "That could be devastating."

"How many times did the device activate?" Lorne asked.

"I don't know," she answered softly, failing to meet his gaze. "I lost count. There was no pattern to it."

Lorne tilted his head and silently studied her for a moment. Ronon detected the slightest hint of pity fall across his features. "Ok, kid. Tell us a little bit about your time…where you're from."

She finally looked up at the major. "Well…like I said, I was born in Atlantis and grew up here, but we'd sometimes take trips back to Earth to see my mom's family. We would…ride the family's horses, hang out along the river walk, go to Whataburger…" A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "My grandpa always makes me muck the stables and if it's Christmas or Easter time, my grandma forces me to go to mass."

"Mass?" Ronon repeated, turning to Sheppard.

"Religious service," he whispered. "Little bit of singing, little bit of wine, fun little crackers… lots of Catholic guilt."

"I go to school on Atlantis, too," Eva carried on. "Other members of the expedition, not just my parents, have children and so when General Carter became the leader again, she started an education initiative for all of us."

"Hang on, General Carter? As in Samantha Carter?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "When the Wraith came back, the IOA decided they needed someone from the military in command again."

"Whoa, wait a minute. What do you mean 'came back?'"

"The Wraith were defeated about a year before I was born," she explained.

Ronon tried not to perseverate on that timeframe: a dozen months - give or take - between such a life-changing victory, one worthy of intense celebration, and her birth.

"In 2012, then?" Lorne quickly asked.

Eva nodded. "With the Wraith no longer a threat, Mr. Woolsey left and when he was replaced by the guy after him, they activated some… Ancient device and it opened up a bridge between realities. There was one reality where nearly all the humans had been wiped out by the Wraith. The number of them compared to the humans was totally unsustainable, so they fled to other realities, and one of those was ours. We're obviously still fighting them." She paused. "At least…that's what they taught us in history class."

"You learned about things like that in school?" Lorne asked with surprise.

Eva nodded. "I mean, we learn like…math and stuff. Like, I've read To Kill a Mockingbird, but we also learned about the history of the expedition, how to speak Wraith and Ancient, Athosian fighting techniques, the seniors learn some astrophysics…"

"Leave it to Colonel Carter…"

Eva risked a tentative smile. "Your classes were okay, I guess."

Lorne raised his eyebrows. "Mine? I was a teacher?"

"Most of the staff tutored us at some point," she shrugged.

"What did I teach?" he asked eagerly, apparently forgetting he was supposed to be interrogating her.

"Elementary art," she answered. "You were great with the younger kids. Painting, and drawing, and sculpting…"

Lorne let out a laugh. "Wow. Like my mom. Who woulda thought…"

"You did give me detention once," Eva revealed.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" he asked. "What'd you do?"

"I threw a big, wet piece of clay at the back of Kaden Levine's head and it got stuck in his hair. He deserved it though," she insisted, holding up her index finger.

"I'm sure he did," Lorne chuckled. He paused for a moment. "Wait, do I have any kids?"

"Four," Eva grinned.

"Four?!" he exclaimed. "Holy cow!"

"All girls," Eva laughed. "My um…my mom is really good friends with Dr. Peters and she told me y'all wanted a boy for your last one, but you got twin girls instead."

"Dr. Peters? Hang on, the botanist? Dr. Lacey Peters? Is she… are we…?"

Eva nodded.

He fell back in his chair and rubbed his jaw. "This is the craziest conversation I've ever had."

Woolsey coughed over the microphone. "Can we move this along, please?"

Lorne looked to the observation window. "Sorry, sir." He cleared his throat and tried his best to put on an air of authority once more. "Can you recall any details about the Wraith commander that captured you?"

She closed her eyes. "Green skin…long white hair…" She shrugged. "He looked like a Wraith, Major."

"Any distinctive facial markings or tattoos?"

Eva furrowed her eyebrows. "Yeah, actually. He had a tattoo around his eye…it looked like swirls or…or flames, maybe?"

"A starburst?" Lorne supplied. Ronon knew where Lorne's thought process was taking him: Todd.

"No," she shook her head.

Maybe not, then.

"They were like flames. Abstract black flames."

Lorne produced a pen and paper from his pocket. "Could you draw it for us?"

"Probably," she answered, then smiled. "I had a pretty good art teacher when I was a kid."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I wrote the part where Eva talks about the Wraith coming back because I actually have a lot of another story that takes place before this one already written, and that's one of the main plot points. If I ever do post that story here, I want to keep my timeline clean. I wanted to post that story before this one, actually, but my inspiration for this one was just so much stronger so I decided to both write them and post them out of order.

Anyway, thank you for reading, reviewing, favorite-ing, and following! I hope you like where the story is headed. :)