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beckett, chuck(canadian gate guy), kavanagh, mckay, mckay/sheppard, sheppard

Episode Seven

John was looking up and down the corridor nervously when Rodney opened his door.

Sheppard was the last person he expected to see at this time of day. Mostly they kept their assignations to the middle of the night, when they could be mostly assured that no one would see them. Occasionally of course their passion got the better of them, and they found their way to a storage closet or unused lab for a quick fumble, but those kinds of encounters had been becoming less and less common in recent months.

Which led Rodney back to the question of what John could want in the middle of the day.

“What’s wrong?” Rodney asked tiredly when Sheppard just stood there. Instead of answering he pushed his way past Rodney into the room and began pacing.

Now Rodney was getting worried. He knew John had problems talking about personal stuff sometimes, but this was uncharacteristic, even for him.

“John?” Rodney said softly. “What is it?”

“He knows.” John stopped pacing and looked at Rodney, his eyes haunted. “Kavanagh knows about us. He’s threatened to tell Elizabeth.”

“What does he want?” Rodney bit out.

John stared down at the floor before muttering, “You. He wants you gone.” He glanced back up at Rodney.” He wants you sent back to Earth so he can have your job.”

Rodney stood still, shocked into silence.

“Say something, Rodney.” John whispered. “You have to help me figure out what to do.”

Suddenly everything became clear to Rodney.

“I think it would be best if I leave Atlantis.”




Chuck wandered the halls of Atlantis restlessly. He’d gone off shift almost two hours ago, and after grabbing a bite in the mess, had decided to take a walk around the city. A city that was strange and new to him, yet somehow familiar at the same time.

He was lonely.

It was hard waking up every morning not knowing who you were, where you came from, who your friends were.

He looked up from his musings just in time to see a beautiful woman with long brown hair appear in a flash of white light.

And everything flooded back.

“You!”

Chuck turned to run, his hand going to his ear to call security.

Before he could get more than a few feet away she had reached him, grabbing him by the arm.

Then there was white light all around him once more, and nothing.




Someone was shaking him awake.

“Chuck.” A kindly looking man with a Scottish accent was talking quietly to him. “Do you know where you are?”

“Who’s Chuck?”