I own the idea only. Joss owns Buffy, SyFy owns Stargate. No suing please!Summary:
The Scoobies didn't like growing up the first time around...what makes you think they'll like it now?Timeline:
This Mortal Coil/Be All My Sins RememberedWarning:
Non-explicit slash. Character deaths...kinda. You will want to have read Second Verse, Same as the First
before reading this otherwise its not going to make much sense.A/N 1:
A collection of one-shots and ficlets pertaining to the twelve years between Second Verse, Same as the First
and Champions' Legacy
Lt. Colonel John Sheppard looked around at all the people currently walking around the village. It was the epitome of a normal Pegasus village that saw a lot of trade. Teyla looked around next to him, watching the people with a worried look. The whole debacle of the Trust and Jeanie and Wallace had only been a few weeks before and they were all still a little spooked about leaving the kids behind. There had been some rumblings about him, Rodney, and Ronon all going off-world at the same time so only he and Teyla were here with two extra marines. He knew they had to figure something out soon because he was seriously missing his team.
But they needed to get these people out as the Replicators were on their way and so he forced himself to focus on that. Part of John was still a bit freaked at the idea of his double but he and the replicator John had had a silent agreement—he'd kill himself before being captured by the other replicators and thus giving them away.
He was also dealing with the loss of Elizabeth. Up until then he'd been holding onto the hope that they'd get her back but...he didn't have that hope anymore. Rodney hadn't either, which was one of the reasons he'd given Vivian the middle name of Elizabeth (to the older three girls irritation—John still hadn't asked how they'd known about her).
John was cut off from his thoughts when he felt something crash into his legs. Looking down, he found a tiny blond with hazel-green eyes staring up at him from where she was sitting on her bottom. She looked to be about Cordelia and Anya's age.
“Hello there,” he smiled. The girl looked up at him suspiciously.
“Who are you?” she demanded. “You're not from the village.”
John exchanged an amused look with Teyla. “I'm from Atlantis,” he told her and her eyes went wide. “Do you know who the village leaders are?”
“Travers,” she answered promptly with a scowl.
“Do you not like him?” Teyla asked, smiling. The blond's scowl deepened and she didn't notice a slightly older boy with dark brown hair hurry over.
“The feeling is mutual,” was all she was able to get out before the boy reached them and started berating the blond about talking to strangers.
“Stop it,” the blond finally snapped. “They're from Atlantis. They need to talk to Travers.”
The boy made a face. “Good luck with that,” he muttered to them and started ushering the blond back to the inn, where a woman was staring from the doorway with a baby on her hip. “You're mother wants a word.”
The young girl sighed as she grudgingly approached the woman. Lips twitching, John turned to Teyla. “Lets go find this Travers guy,” he suggested and she nodded.