He was the residential whiner, the chronic complainer, the grouchiest of grouches. No one, aside from the ever annoying and always present Kavanagh; could or did complain like Rodney did. However, there was one thing Rodney rarely, if ever did, and that was go directly to Elizabeth to request someone get shipped back to Earth.

On some level Rodney respected every scientist under his supervision. Their jobs weren't easy, and he knew he didn't make it any easier. Not to mention they had all volunteered for this position, which meant they either had enough balls or were crazy enough to want to travel to another galaxy. That in itself was at least a little noteworthy.

However, today was different; many of Rodney's better scientists had finally built up the nerve to come and speak with Rodney himself, to speak of a certain scientist in their ranks that was giving them all some troubles. The most recent however, had been Radek Zelenka. Rodney's right hand man, and even more than that, close friend. Rodney didn't trust anyone in their field as much as he trusted Radek.

So when the big hearted engineer had arrived in McKay's lab looking bright red, angry and a little…charred, yelling in a pitch akin to wailing sirens, in a cross between Russian, Czech and English; Rodney had known something was wrong.

Rodney had been putting off speaking to Elizabeth for probably nearly three weeks. At first it had been small trivial complaints; however Zelenka's complaint was the final straw.

This was how Rodney found himself marching up to Elizabeth's office; running what he would say through his mind before actually speaking them to Elizabeth. There were only so many nice ways to tell someone they're an incompetent moron who would be better off at the bottom of the ocean; than working on explosives. "Elizabeth?" Rodney stepped into the office.

Two hazel green eyes looked up rapidly, waving the scientist in, she then quickly returned to what she had been reading, "one minute, just reading your latest mission report." She commented.

"Eliza, this is important," Rodney whispered gently getting her attention.

Instantly the same hazel eyes met his, which held all seriousness, "Sounds…interesting what's wrong?"

"I just had a serious discussion with Radek a few moments ago…and after…a little debate, we've decided that…well there's a certain scientist among our ranks that…"

"Rodney, spit it out, you've never had trouble complaining before."

"Dr. DeVore is a hazard to the rest of us, he's an absolute idiot. He can't stay here, Radek recommends we send him back to Earth, and stick him in…a very low paying job without the explosives where he can't tell anyone anything and won't hurt anyone."

"And I assume you agree?"

"Eighty to ninety percent of my staff has either complained to Radek or me, with serious confrontations."

"So this isn't just you?"

"No, it's not completely unanimous; however it's a majority of people who agree. Some of the military personnel feel the same way."

"Okay, so you what do you want to do?"

"Personally? I'd send him to the bottom of our ocean, however the military seems to be against killing the deserving…so he needs to be sent home. He's a liability to everyone around him. I've had to serious injuries because of his careless behavior."

"All right, I'll speak with Radek…obviously to get his point of view as well…but I'll get to work on his discharge orders right away. I'm leaving it up to you to tell him the truth."

"Thank you," murmured Rodney as he stood up to leave the office.

"Rod…" Elizabeth met his ocean blue eyes and smiled softly, "on a personal note, I agree. It's a very small population however, that seems fine with him. Several people have complained about him, in fact he's making Kavanagh look like a pansy, actually even Kavanagh hates him. I've also had several emails from Carson, also complaints."

"Thanks Eliza."

"Your welcome, now on a personal note, Caldwell arrived and brought some of the newest DVDs, Carson, John, Teyla, and Laura have invited us to join them…if you'll bring the popcorn," Elizabeth grinned widely at him. It was a smile, that Rodney could never resists.

"I'll be there, with the extra buttery popcorn."

"Mmmm, you know what I like," she joked smiling at him.

"Later Eliza."

Rodney spent ninety percent of the rest of the day, avoiding DeVore like someone would avoid the black plague…or Carson on one of his cranky days. With only twenty or so minutes before their movie started, Rodney made his way to Dr. DeVore's lab, once again trying to find the words to say, DeVore was a waiting time bomb, and frankly Rodney had no desire to be there when the man finally exploded.

The science labs were really spread out across the city. Rodney and Radek held two of the labs closest to the control room, they had a very specific set up, allowing the most important jobs, or best scientists closer to the area best for them, within walking distance. The not so good scientists were spread out further in the bowels of the city. Unfortunately DeVore was one of the not so good scientists.

Rodney couldn't count the number of arguments he'd had with this man in the past week, every day there seemed to be something else to scream at the man, and DeVore's biggest problem was he yelled right back about things he didn't, decided he was right anyway, then did them and nearly got three people killed for it.

Knocking on the door jamb, in hopes of avoiding the man all together, he slowly entered the eerily silent lab, before anyone could respond. He moved through the small of the labs, looking around for hints as to where the idiot scientists might be. Rodney stepped around the desk, never really noticing the thing figure that stood in the shadows, his gray empty eyes watching the head scientists with fascination.

Rodney was stunned to see DeVore lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, "My god," whispered Rodney as he hurried over to the obviously injured man. Rodney began to reach for his headset when he heard a clatter from by the door.

"Hello?" Rodney called as he slowly stood up and turned around. He never got a chance to call out again, or see the person who attacked him, all he saw was the flash of something metallic, and stars explode through his world as he hit the ground unconscious.

The two gray eyes smiled as he stared down at the two bodies, setting the pipe he had found over in a corner, and slid out of the room, his eyes still on the two figures.

John leaped over the back of the couch they had claimed for movie nights; landing some what gracefully between Teyla and Elizabeth. "Did you do that in your mum's house?" Carson asked shaking his head.

John looked up innocently at Carson, "Do what?"

"No wonder your mother liked Rodney more," chuckled Teyla.

"Dad liked me," John said trying to defend himself.

"Aye, probably because he got in just as much trouble pulling that stunt as you did."

"Cute," mumbled John, "speaking of said scientist, where is, Mr. Cranky pants?"

"I invited him, and he said he'd be here," returned Elizabeth.

"Colonel Sheppard!" a voice came over all the radios, and Jon instantly recognized it at Laura Cadman.

"I'm here Cadman, what's wrong?"

"I think you'd better come down to Dr. Devore's lab…we seem to have a bit of a problem."

"We'll be right down," John shot Carson and Elizabeth while reply before jumping back over the couch, followed by the other three friends as they all rushed towards DeVore's lab.

Laura Cadman was standing by the door looking a little shocked, another man, John vaguely remembered as Doctor Way borne was standing by the door, holding his hand over his mouth. Radek was also standing their, rubbing his eyes wearily. "What happened?" John asked as he came running up first, closely behind him were Carson, then the two women.

They all stepped inside, also surprised to see Major Lorne kneeling next to Rodney, who was holding a cloth against his bleeding nose. Carson came to his other side, shooting the body that was lying a few feet away.

"I found Dr. Wayborne yelling for help, I came down here, and found McKay crouching over Dr. DeVore," began Zelenka.

"Rod, what happened?" John asked as he watched Carson feel the back of Rodney's head.

"I…honestly I don't even know, I don't even remember coming down here…." Rodney looked up at his brother weakly.

"Don't worry about it buddy," John said gently as he rubbed his brother's shoulder and looked at Carson. The doctor nodded, John reached under Rodney's arms and gently lifted him to a standing position. Wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulder, he led Rodney out of the lab.

"Radek, have a look around, get whatever done you have to, then call Carson…to do the autopsy." Elizabeth told him. The scientists looked at her for a moment, then studied Rodney and nodded.

Carson sighed as he looked down at Rodney, John seated beside the man, "You don't remember anything?"

"No? I remember Elizabeth asking me to the movie tonight, I remember dinner, but…I don't remember," Rodney whispered.

"Shh, its okay Rod, you're going to be just fine," John smiled softly as he squeezed his brother's shoulder.

"John, a word please," came Elizabeth softly from the doorway.

"Listen buddy, I'll be back tomorrow morning okay, you get some sleep," John offered before he turned from the bed and headed toward Elizabeth.

Rodney watched them go, and searched for Carson, "I'm here lad. I'm giving you something to help you sleep, then I'll be back later."

"You'll wake me and tell me what happened?"

"Aye, I can if you want me to, until then, get some rest lad."

Carson stood near the door, listening to the various arguments going on in the seemingly small office of Elizabeth Weir. Along with him, was Elizabeth, John, Caldwell, Lorne, Cadman, Zelenka, Teyla, Wayborne, and Ronan.

"How's he doing Carson," Elizabeth finally called attention to the physician.

Carson sighed, shrugging slightly he spoke, "He's got a minor concussion, bruised cartilage. Nothing is broken, but I want to keep him under supervision for awhile, whatever hit him struck his right temple, I believe it may have caused some swelling in the part of his brain that deals with memory. Rodney has no memory of today after dinner."

"What about Dr. DeVore, how did he die?" Caldwell asked.

"Well, based on what Dr. Biro found, I'd say he died from a substantial brain injury caused by a blunt object," explained Carson.

John looked at Caldwell, who looked confused, "he means that someone cracked his skull so hard it smashed his brain," he offered.

"So he was murdered?" Caldwell spoke.

"Aye, that's certainly what it looks like…"

"Great, we've got a murderer on Atlantis," mumbled Elizabeth sadly.

"And no suspects," John added.

"Wait a minute, what about McKay?" Caldwell replied.

"With all do respect, Colonel, I don't think that's very likely. He didn't just give himself a concussion." Carson injected.

"No, but Dr. DeVore could have tried to defend himself and got in a good swing. The man was found unconscious on the floor, covered in DeVore's blood, with no memory whatsoever of what happened. You don't find that the least bit suspicious?"

"Wait a minute," Elizabeth spoke holing up her hands, "we can't afford to jump to any conclusions."

"Which is why, I suggest, we put Dr. McKay under constant supervision. We can't have people think just because he's head of the Science department that he can get away with anything. People are going to want justice," Caldwell spoke.

Elizabeth seriously doubted many people would miss DeVore, but she didn't say what she thought, "You want to place, my best scientist under security because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. Do you have any personal problems with that?" Caldwell sneered.

Elizabeth felt the rage well inside her, but before she could say a word, Carson spoke up, "With all due respect Colonel, again, I think you're being idiotic," Carson's blunt reply stunned everyone in the room, "You know Rodney well enough to know he couldn't harm a fly…literally. However, currently he is my patient: if you or your security step one toe in my infirmary while he's there; and you aren't bleeding profusely; I will not hesitate to throw you out quicker than you can draw your gun, and report you for disorderly conduct, disturbing the peace, breaking and entering, and any other crimes I can think of while I'm at it!" hissed the doctor.

Caldwell glared at the man again in heated anger, but sighed when he realized his fight was over. Carson was a man of his word, and he had no doubt that if Carson said it, then it would happen. "How long do you plan on keeping him?"

"It's none of your business; you run your ship Colonel. Dr. Weir runs this outpost; Colonel Sheppard is our Commanding Military officer, not you. If you have a problem with how we run things on Atlantis then take it up with one of us, but you will not bother us with your ideas of grandeur. You do not run Atlantis," Carson stepped closer to the Colonel.

John smiled, knowing how overprotective Carson could be of any of his patients, however threatening a friend and a patient could be down right deadly to cross Carson. John stepped closer to Carson, as though not only trying to back of the doctor, but stand by his brother as well. He was pleased when many of the people in the office stepped behind Carson.

"You're crazy if you think defending him will gain you any respect…"

"Get out of my office Colonel, you have no pull here." Elizabeth spoke strongly.

Caldwell eyed them all then turned on his heels and headed out of the office door. The ground of friends stood there for a moment longer, waiting to see if he'd come back. Finally then Carson turned to his friends, "I apologize for my little outburst."

"Outburst…Carson I've never been more proud of you," Elizabeth said gently as she patted his arm. "However, Caldwell was right about one thing, we have to show the people of Atlantis we care, I'm not saying we have to condemn Rodney, but for the time being I'd like John to protect him, not watch him, but protect him. Whoever really did this is still out there and could hurt him. We'll hold a trial, and we'll question various different staff members, both his friends and his foes. We'll find out what someone did this to DeVore. Carson will you please go speak with our way ward scientist."

"Aye…but he won't like it."

"Don't really care, it's the way it has to be Carson, please try to let him know that."

"He didn't do this Elizabeth," John whispered.

"I know guys, believe me, I know Rodney better than most of you, he could never hurt someone, but I don't want anyone hurting him, and I don't want anything thinking I'm playing favorites. We'll do this the legal way they would on Earth."

Carson stood wearily by Rodney's side, watching the sleeping form. He was unsurprised when to bloodshot blue eyes looked up at him, "how do you feel?" offered Carson.

"Terrible, nose is killing me," mumbled the scientists. Carson nodded, and pulled a nearby stool over and sat down, sighing heavily, "uh oh, this can't be good," muttered Rodney.

"Rod, we need to talk…"

"Can I have a shot of morphine first, because this sounds painful," joked Rodney, coaxing a small smile from his best friend.

"No, you need to be lucid for this. Dr. DeVore is dead, and…we've discussed some things, they wanna hold a trial."

"They have suspects?"

"Rodney, you are the suspect…"

"I'm sorry?" Rodney said disbelieving.

"Rodney you were found passed out on the floor, covered in blood from both of you. Caldwell wanted to have you placed in security. John however, agreed to guard you…sort of, to make sure no one hurts you."

"And I'm just supposed to comply and go along with whatever you say…be a good little boy?"

"Rodney I'm sorry. I have little control over this. Believe me, if I did, you'd be sleeping in your own bed."

"Great, so how do I convince them that I'm no killer?"

"Aye, I know, my only suggestion is to try and remember to tell them all you know."

"This sucks," muttered Rodney.

"Aye that it does. I'm sorry lad; however until further notice you are under my supervision and are not to be bothered. So get some sleep as much as you can, I'll be here if you need me."

"Carson…"

"I'm not leaving ye lad, never," Carson watched the ocean blue eyes blink once, then slid closed. With a weary sigh he climbed into the bed next to Rodney's and curled on his side, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and allowing sleep to claim him as well.

"The entire since department had something to gain from killing the guy off Elizabeth, good god, the man was a pain in the ass," John stated as the continued to make a list of people who could be considered as suspects.

"Okay, well we can certainly narrow it down…"

"To what Liz, a few dozen people, that's still a large amount of people…"

"John, focus please, we should question Kavanagh, Zelenka, obviously Rodney, and Dr. Wayborne. Sadly we need to question Laura since she arrived there…"

"What about Dr. Mikeston? I've heard a couple of their encounters while down in Rodney's lab, they lack pleasance."

"Sounds good, was there anything on the pipe you guys founds?"

"No, nothing but McKay's and DeVore's blood…this is a regular old attempted frame up."

"Yeah and somehow McKay's right in the middle of it…"

"Did anyone hear you two talking this morning?"

"Not that I know of, it wasn't like we were shouting or yelling. In fact Rodney seemed down right annoyed that he even had to tell me about what was going on…he doesn't like firing his people…"

"I know he does…look Liz, there's a very good chance that someone may bring up some of Rodney's….accidents…"

"Accidents?" questioned Elizabeth.

"I just want you both to be prepared if someone asks about the Aratucus project…or even Gaul…"

"Who would bring those up?"

"I heard a couple other scientists discussing it…a lot of scientists believe in Rodney and what he does and they like him most of the time…but apparently there are still some who have their doubts in him…and I don't want their words during this…hearing to be a surprise."

"Who's judging?"

"Well…it can't be me, and it can't be you…"

"Why can't it be me?" Elizabeth asked.

"For the same reason it can't be me or Carson, we've only got supremely biased points of view, lets face it Elizabeth, we've known Rodney the longest, we're far more likely to say innocent when everyone else things guilty…"

"But he is innocent!" Elizabeth stated.

"We all know that, and that's the problem, you said yourself we have to make this as fair as possible…Zelenka set it up so people could vote for who they wanted as a judge of sorts…"

"And?" Elizabeth asked.

"They chose Teyla."

"Wow, really?" Elizabeth smiled at this, while she knew Teyla loved Rodney like a brother, she also knew that Teyla would give a fair hearing; this meant more however, if people chose Teyla for judge, they saw what many had seen in her from the very beginning, truth, passion and strength. Teyla had a way about her that spoke justice.

"I didn't think you'd be disappointed, don't worry Liz, everything will be just fine."

John stepped into the infirmary, pleased to see Rodney standing on his feet packing the few items he had been brought for his short stay in the infirmary. Carson was by his side, no doubt arguing the hundreds of good reasons why Rodney should remain in the infirmary.

"Hey Bones," grinned John as he joined Carson and his brother by their side.

"Would you please tell your wanker of a brother that he needs more rest…you have a concussion…" Carson began.

"You've let me out before with more than this, please Carson…"

"Carson, I'll take him back to his quarters, he'll be more comfortable there anyway," John offered.

"I don't need a babysitter Colonel," hissed Rodney.

"I'm not offering you a babysitter Doctor; I'm offering you a personal guard you know that isn't some ass hole who will turn his back on you at a bad time. I'm also offering you a chance to get your ass out of here. Do you want help or not?"

The blue eyes stared at John for a moment, as though weighing his options, with a grunt he quickly thrust the bag into John's hand and stalked away from them, leaving John and Carson in his wake.

"Cranky wanker," mumbled Carson.

"This will be fun," grumbled John as he eyed Carson and followed his brother out of the infirmary.

"I didn't kill anyone," stated Rodney.

"Never said ya did Rod, no one really believes you did this, but we've gotta conduct ourselves in a proper manor…essentially we're having this hearing because we don't want people to honestly think someone can get away with murder."

"I know…I just hope other people agree with you about my innocence."

"They will don't worry, besides they're not the judge," grinned John.

"What do you know?" Rodney asked as they made their way into his quarters.

"Teyla is your judge."

"Really? That's comforting," Rodney said smiling.

"Don't worry, no one is blaming you," John said patting his brother on the hand.

Atlantis was in an uproar by the time Saturday rolled around and the hearing was to begin. It was set up similar to that on Earth, Teyla was at the very front, looking strong and sure, there was no jury because it was just a hearing. The room was set up for a large audience of anyone who wanted to come and most had.

There were several people standing in the back of the large room. Up front, John sat beside Rodney, the gun in his holster armed and ready should any need arise. Elizabeth sat on the other side of Rodney, with Zelenka, Laura, Dr. Wayborne and several others nearby.

"Let us begin," Teyla spoke in strong conviction, "Dr. Weir wishes me to make it abundantly clear that this is only a hearing to determine what happened to Dr. DeVore. Once we have determined this then we shall go from there. We also ask that you give everyone the respect they deserve during this time and listen to everything they have to say and not interrupt. With that note we shall begin, Doctor Wayborne, would you please approach and tell everyone what you heard and saw," Teyla spoke.

The gray haired man nodded and moved over to the chair that was sitting beside Teyla. "Ah…unlike some scientists I am not oblivious to what really goes on here, like many of the others I had…serious troubles with Dr. DeVore, he was a stubborn man…perhaps more so than most scientists. We are all abrasive and strong willed, but DeVore had confidence in abundance and little else. Anyway DeVore and I had been working on a project together earlier this week…needless to say we had clashed on many things. Shortly after having dinner I spoke with Dr. Zelenka who was having trouble with the project DeVore and I had worked on only hours earlier. I went down to speak with DeVore. Upon arriving at his lab I found Dr. McKay sprawled on the floor, nearby Dr. DeVore, I was about to call for medical assistance when Lieutenant Cadman came by looking for Dr. McKay."

"Very well, is there anything you wish to add?" Teyla questioned.

"No…except…I do not believe Dr. McKay could have done something like this, he becomes annoy with many of us, but I have seen him work with scientists, he does not like seeing us hurt or in trouble. He listened to us for many days about DeVore before finally speaking to Dr. Weir…he does not like losing his people."

Wayborne's eyes met Rodney's, "thank you," Rodney replied softly.

"Thank you Doctor," Teyla spoke.

Things continued this way for nearly twenty minutes, until finally Teyla looked up at Rodney and nodded, "Rodney, come," she said softly.

Rodney nodded hesitantly, gave a quick glance to his brother and headed up to sit in the chair by Teyla's side. "Slowly Rodney, please tell us what you remember," she said kindly.

"I…Early this morning I was approached by Dr. Zelenka, he approached me with the common complaint the Dr. DeVore was causing trouble. Anyway after a short discussion, Zelenka and I decided it was time to do something about this. So…I went to Dr. Weir. She was understanding, but she made it very clear that if we were going to send him home…then I had to be the one to tell him and why. After dinner…" Rodney paused again as he eyed Carson and John, both men nodded to their best friend, "after dinner I went down to speak with him, I was going to deliver the bad news to DeVore, then head to the common room for a movie we had set up…I arrive at eighteen hundred hours…I stepped into the room and found it…eerily empty and quiet. I called out to him…but he didn't reply. I stepped around his desk to see where he was…"

"Why didn't you just leave?" came a voice from the onlookers.

"Yeah!" piped up another voice.

"Quiet!" called Teyla, "we will give him the chance to speak," she replied. "Continue Rodney," Teyla nodded to him.

"I was concerned…so I stepped around the office…I found him on the floor…I reached down to check for a pulse when I heard a sound…" he paused searching his mind for what had happened next, "I…turned…" he shook his head looking at Teyla.

"What?" she asked gently.

"That's just it…I don't even remember getting hit…one minute I had turned to see what the noise was and the next minute Wayborne was asking if I was okay…"

"Thank you Rodney…you may have a seat," she smiled gently to him.

"You're not really going to let him off just like that!" cried one Doctor.

"Yeah! What about all the others…"

"What others?" Teyla questioned.

"Gaul…Lindstrom…Peter…" Rodney blanched at these accusations.

"Rodney didn't kill any of them and we do know that for a fact. Besides, he is not being questioned about any of those, he has been questioned," Teyla said simply.

"So now what?" asked another voice, "we're just going to go on with our lives like this never happened and pretend someone was just murdered?"

"We will find the killer, however until then we will continue the way we always do on Atlantis, Dr. McKay will return to his position as head of the Science department," Teyla again spoke with confidence. "This hearing is adjourned," stated Teyla as she struck the table she sat at with a gavel and smiled.

The next few days were quiet; they continued their search for who had murdered DeVore; however they still continued about their normal way.

Rodney sighed as he rubbed his temples wearily as he listened to Wilson, and Hudson continued their arguing, "Would you two stop!" he growled.

A pair of gray eyes snapped up and glared at him, "sorry," the man mumbled.

"Would you two get out of here! You're distracting me and I'm actually trying to get work done here!" growled Rodney. He watched the two men huff and walk out of the room, continuing their arguing out in the hall.

Rodney heard their arguing finally disappear and he paused, he quickly reached out and tapped his radio, "John…where are you?"

"In the jumper bay…why?"

"Could you come to my lab please…and quickly?"

"Sure thing."

John arrived a few minutes later with a smile on his face, "what's up little brother?" he asked grinning.

"I think I know who killed DeVore…"

Rodney sat at lunch with Elizabeth and Carson the next afternoon when he got tapped, "Dr. McKay, this is Wilson…I could use your help by the Northwest pier…" called the scientist.

Rodney looked at his two friends and smiled weakly, "Be right there Wilson," he muttered.

It didn't take him too long to get down to the Northwest Pier. He arrived and looked around hesitantly, "Wilson?" he called as he headed into one of the labs.

"You weren't supposed to walk in!" growled Wilson as he suddenly came out from one of the labs, a gun drawn on Rodney.

"What?" Rodney played dumb.

"You weren't supposed to walk in! Then suddenly you just popped up outta nowhere! Admit it McKay! You wanted him dead just as badly as the rest of us!" growled the man.

"I didn't want anyone to die!" yelled McKay.

"Liar!" screamed Wilson as the gun wavered, "I heard you! You told Dr. Weir you wanted him shot…pitched over the side or whatever!"

"I was joking! Listen to me Wilson, no matter how big an idiot DeVore was, he was an innocent man, he didn't do anything to warrant death!"

"You strut around! Like your some top dog! All you really are is Weir's lapdog! You're nothing, no smarter than anyone else!" he hissed.

"Wilson, put the gun down…"

"No! I finally have you where I want you as well! When you walked in I saw my chance, I could kill two bastards in one!" growled the man.

"Wilson, if you kill me, everyone will know…"

"How? No one even knows you're down here!"

"My brother will kick your ass! You'll be going to jail…"

"Like how you sent Higgs home with a broken nose!"

"He risked lives! Just like you are! This is crazy Wilson! You're not thinking straight…"

"You're the problem here! Not me!" screamed Wilson.

"Wilson, we can help you…" Rodney began.

"I don't want help! I want you out of the way!" yelled Wilson as he cocked the gun.

"Freeze!" came the stern voice from behind Wilson.

He turned and was stunned to see John standing right behind him, his P90 pointed at the man's chest. "Took you long enough!" gasped Rodney as he gripped his chest.

"Sorry Rodney, but we needed to hear everything," grinned John. Suddenly Elizabeth, Caldwell, Ronan, Carson, Zelenka and Teyla all stepped forward.

"Wait a minute…" began Wilson.

"Sorry Wilson, we've got it all on tape, you're going away for a very long time," stated Elizabeth as Ronan stepped forward and grabbed the man by the shoulder propelling him out of the room.

"You did good Rod," John grinned as he clapped his brother on the shoulder.

John gracefully jumped over the back of the couch, landing between Teyla and Rodney, both glaring at him, "that's why mom liked me more, you know that right," Rodney stated as he wrapped his arm around Elizabeth's shoulder.

"Yeah well…for the week after the nuke…she definitely loved me more," grinned John.

"Can we watch the bloody movie now?" Carson asked as he joined the group and handed out two bowls of pop corn.

Rodney took one, hording it, "hey!" he cried as John reached across him for a handful.

"Boys," Elizabeth said warningly as Rodney tried to hide the bowl between the two of them.

"Are we going to watch the movie, or watch these two?" Teyla questioned.

"I'll turn the movie on," chuckled Laura as she flipped the screen on.

John smiled as he leaned back and wrapped his arm around Teyla's shoulder, Elizabeth leaned into Rodney's loving embrace as she quickly got into the movie, and Laura sat beside Rodney, also focusing on the new movie. Rodney smiled as he pressed a kiss to Elizabeth's temple, just relieved to be alive and well.