Hi! This next chapter is a bit shorter. Hope you don't mind. It's also full of teen angst, which was extremely fun to write, and which means there are a few F-bombs (sorry not sorry). I also really enjoyed trying to show how Eva, who up until this point has been described to clearly take after Ronon, has inherited some of her mother's linguistic gifts, too, and can argue circles around her father.

Additionally, this chapter has a spoiler in it that may ruin a pretty big surprise from my two previous fics (kind of weird to warn about a spoiler from your own work...). This will hopefully be the only big piece of information from those stories that, if you haven't read them already, may feel a little out-of-the-blue or out of left field.

Enjoy! :)

Ronon barged through the automatic doors of their quarters to find Eva spread out and lounging on the couch, lazily eating a bag of chips. He strode right up to her and produced a small engraved stone from his pocket. "Touch this," he ordered.

"Why?" she replied, brows raised. She then crumpled the bag into a ball and forcefully threw it toward the kitchen trashcan. It missed and landed in a mess of crumbs.

"Because the infirmary is missing a vial of the Ancient gene therapy and I think I know where it went."

She sat up straight. "You think I stole it?" she hissed.

"Touch the damn device," he commanded.

She crossed her arms across her chest in defiance. "No," she retorted.

"Fine. You don't touch it, then you admit you're guilty."

"Or maybe I'm afraid of naturally already having the gene and being blamed for a crime I didn't commit."

"You don't have the gene."

"How do you know?" she snapped.

"We all know! When you were eight years old, Sheppard let you play with the controls on a puddle jumper and they didn't respond to your touch. You then sat in my lap in the back of that jumper and cried for two hours straight until we landed." He paused. "You don't have the gene," he deliberately enunciated.

"Maybe it's one of those genes that gets switched on later in life," she argued. "It's called gene activation. Epigenetics. Look it up."

"Says the girl who got a D in biology last year," Ronon shouted.

"Only because my tutor didn't like me – "

"Wonder why."

"—not because I didn't know my stuff."

"You don't have the gene," he insisted. "I don't have it and your mother doesn't have it. They even gave your mom the injection when she first got here and it didn't take."

"Then what's the point of having me touch it? Let's say I did steal it," she held up her index finger, "which I didn't – if the gene therapy didn't work for Mom then it probably wouldn't work for me either. So even if I touch that thing, it won't activate."

"Then you've got nothing to be afraid of," he smirked.

"And you wouldn't have your answer." She raised an eyebrow and re-crossed her arms over her chest.

They glared at each other for a spell, daughter equally as stubborn as her father, caught in a silent standoff.

"Fine," he growled, turning his back to her as he made his way to leave. "And don't think we're not gonna talk about how you got that cut on your hand later tonight." Just as the doors opened in front of him and he feigned his departure, he pivoted quickly and tossed the device directly at Eva's head.

Her subconscious reflexes kicked in and she caught the device to block it from hitting her in the face. As soon as the smooth stone touched the skin of her palm, it glowed bright blue.

"Dammit, Eva!" he shouted, closing the gap between them once more. "The hell were you thinking?"

"Who… cares?!" she yelled as she hurled the device back at him. "They can make more. I wasn't hurting anyone. It's not like anyone misses it."

"We don't steal in this family!" he bellowed.

"Whatever," she mumbled. "I don't see why you think it's such a big deal."

"No daughter of mine is going to be a thief."

"Look, no one beyond us needs to find out," she bartered, raising her eyebrows.

"General Carter's gonna find out," he threatened.

"Why? You gonna snitch?"

"No. You're gonna confess."

"No way! Why would I confess? I'll just get in trouble! She'll take away my security clearance!"

"You'll confess because it's the honorable thing to do."

"Honorable? Or stupid?" she asked. "You gonna make me? You gonna sling me over your shoulder like you did when I was a kid and –"

"You are a kid," he interrupted between gritted teeth.

"You told me that on Sateda sixteen is when you come of age!" She clutched to the silver pendant of the necklace she wore every day. "On Sateda if you're sixteen, you're considered an adult."

"You wanna be treated like an adult? You wanna be treated like a Satedan?" he snarled, advancing on her. "Then start acting like one. True Satedans aren't thieves. And no. I'm not gonna drag you to Carter's office. You're gonna go there on your own, admit what you did, and apologize to her. And then, you're gonna go to the infirmary and apologize to Dr. Keller…like an adult."

"No, I'm not!" she protested.

"You're old enough that I shouldn't have to explain to you why stealing is wrong."

Eva leaned back and put her hands on her hips. "So let me get this straight," she said, "stealing is wrong, but it's okay to lie?"

Ronon's eyebrows pinched together. "The hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Allie, you hypocrite!"

He took a step back and a chill ran through him, as though someone had dropped a bucket of ice water over his head.

"I'm talking about how you and Mom have lied to me my entire life! How I grew up believing that Allie was my cousin, when she's really my sister!" she screamed.

Ronon swallowed uncomfortably and stared at her, tacitly wishing his wife were by his side to help explain.

"I've grown up my whole life on this base alone!"

"Eva, you're not –"

"Imagine how I felt when I found out I'm not actually an only child. That I have a sister I could have grown up with!" By this point, she was shaking with rage.

His heart beat quickly. "How long have you known?" he asked her, his voice lowered to just above a whisper.

"Two years," she spat. "I overheard you and Mom talking about it one night."

He shook his head and looked at the ground, lost for words. "Eva…pup..."

"Why did you keep this from me?" she cried. "Why did you lie to me?"

"Eva, your cousin –"

"My sister!" She clenched her jaw. "Stop…fucking…lying."

"Half-sister," he corrected.

Eva swallowed back tears and rolled her eyes.

"Allie doesn't know, which is why you didn't know."

"She's a 25-year-old genius who looks exactly like Mom. There's no way she hasn't figured it out."

"We're done discussing this," Ronon declared. "I get it. You're upset –"

"No! Just because you don't wanna talk about it anymore doesn't mean we're done!"

"This is something we should talk about when your mother gets –"

"But –"

"No!" he shouted over her, gripping her tightly by the arms. "You listen to me! We are done talking about this. You're trying to change the subject –"

"Great!" she sniffed. "If we're done, then I'm leaving." Eva pushed past him with a growl and stormed out of their quarters.

"You better be going to Carter's office!" he called to her as she marched out into the hallway.

"I'm going wherever the fuck I want!" she shrieked back.

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