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[pogrebin]

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part four

[pogrebin]

It all works out pretty well, actually. The Atlantis team promises them some supplies on the sly, and they sit down with a starmap and divide up territory (which is a little weird, and both Teylas seem on the verge of giving them all a lecture about colonialism, and possibly maybe the British empire but instead they just roll their eyes at each other and shift a bit closer together, a universal gesture of how did we get stuck with these total dorks but in an affectionate sort of way, probably, anyway) and they basically strike a deal to keep off each other's galactic lawns, and possibly exchange information every now and then, via dead-drops rather than face-to-face meetings cause even though the McKays get on great it's still supremely awkward and both Sheppards privately think it's only a matter of time before the McKay's either band together and take over the galaxy or fall out in a spectacular imploding star sort of way, and neither option bodes well.

As they finish up, and walk back to the gate, the Sheppards stride off in front and original!Sheppard nudges the other man's shoulder in an open-palmed, deliberately friendly gesture. "So. You guys- okay?"

Sheppard laughs and thumps him between the shoulderblades, not appreciated very much, but he was always kind of a dick. "Yeah. More than okay."

"Cause, you know," John's making a big effort here, and the strain's showing. He tries to encompass all of the things between them, the silent apology of sorry you're too much of a security risk ever to be let into Atlantis again because he knows, or he thinks he knows, how much it would kill him, but Sheppard doesn't look heart-broken or grief-stricken or desperate. He looks pretty good actually, kind of like he's been on vacation in California for six months, tanned and toothy and really, really relaxed.

"Yeah, kind of do," Sheppard grins back. "It's okay. We got over it. Things change."

"Even-- home?"

They stop there, about 500 metres from the gate, a discreet distance so that they can't observe each other key in their respective gate addresses. Sheppard looks back at his team, and claps John on the shoulder again before making a shoo-ing gesture.

"Home never changes," he says easily. "But I never lost it."

John shifts his pack, watches his McKay as he dials the address, waits until he, Ronon and Teyla have stepped through the gate before turning back to look at the four figures just visible past the trees on the horizon. They're standing in loose formation, and they've died, and struggled and been shunted sideways because their slots in the universe are already full but for all that, John thinks, the Cylon versions of themselves aren't doing too badly.

John raises a hand, and gets a thumbs up from himself in return, and walks through the gate and into the gate room and looks up at the faces of his team, and then he's home.

*

Re: part four

[charlie_d_blue]

Oh boy, I don't know how many people are as in love with the replicate!team as we are, but there damn well should be more!

Loved it! Teyla and colonialism! Xena, Warrior Princess, with her hot, buff drag!Gabriel. The the stylish, high-production value, 2005 reboot! Sheppard's hair! The definition of replicate!team that perfectly encapsulates how utterly brilliant it would be to have an unrestrained and not tied down team running around the universe:

"Someone out there is visiting backwater worlds in the Pegasus Galaxy and playing fast and loose with pop-culture trivia from Earth. Till about six months ago, he was pretty sure that was their job. Except now it's being done by what appears to be a vastly more competent and helpful version of them.

Oh, love.

Re: part four

[pogrebin]

Oh man, thankyou, hon. There is so much more in this universe that deserves to be written. And fuck yes, the tales of this 'unrestrained and not tied down team' totally deserves to be explored (do you write fic? cause you should! you love them enough) and yes, there are so many spaces in the fic that need writing up, and god, maybe I'll do it, because it's eaten my brain.

There needs to be a whole fic about replicate!Sheppard's hair...

Re: part four

[charlie_d_blue]

Haha, I have been known to write fic on occasion, but only when the mood strikes me. Replicator team is a mood in and of itself, so we'll see. :P I'm definitely looking forward to more from you if you ever get around to filling in those spaces.

Yes. I Believe replicate!Sheppard has a journal that started out as a serious endeavour to catalogue whether his thoughts were changing or evolving due to his replicator nature, and ended up being a rant!diary about his many and varied evasions of Weir's attempts to disguise his hair, and the hijinks he and his follicles got up to together.

Ahem:
Date: 16 months, 5 days since 'death.' (Ha! Suckers!)

Team: Still alive. Limbs intact.

Hair: Still going strong; believe follicles have reinforced self-esteem due to receding nature of their rival, the McKay tuft. Have convinced self that silvery temples are purely due to nanite technology adding fashionable glimmer. Was forced to demote Ronon from Teyla, Warrior Princess' sidekick to Dreadlocked Pirate once again due to his blatant and utterly specious suggestions otherwise.