HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIMBERLEY ANN AKA ME!!

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Sorry I did it again!

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Warnings: Some swearing.
Spoilers: Beginning of series 3.
Timeline: During Series 3. (Again AU!)
Rating: T.
Reviews: I am not looking for any, but thank you for reviewing Liana-Wolfe, musik-luvr and Cillyme!
Other: Here it is, the last chapter.
Chapter: 25/25.

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In the very long run;
We’re all dead.
Economist

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Being home wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

That was something Kimberley learned within her first thirty-six hours.

After waking from her coma of nine months her joins had been stiff and sore. Taking numerous steaming hot baths helped the joints, but it took her a while to get used to everything again.

The physiatrists wanted to know what she had seen or dreamed during her coma, and she told them.

Which was why she was in the predicament she was in.

After telling them, she told her mother and father, who just chalked it up to liking the character too much. She told her brother, who nodded and told the doc that ‘something’s up with Kimbo.’ Her sister didn’t even want to hear it.

“We just got you back and you’re going crazy!” Joyce, her sister, yelled, scaring a few sleepy birds near by. “Cant you just be normal for once? And shut up about your bloody dreams!”

“They weren’t dreams!” Kimberley denied, pleading with her sister to listen. “They happened! I was there-”

“And you made out with hot guys, saved people and were loved by everyone.” Joyce snorted, shaking her head. “Lets get you back inside and checked up, maybe your ‘imaginary tumour’ is back.”

While her sister sniggered evil Kimberley sat on the wheelchair, thinking.

It couldn’t have been a dream could it. I mean, everyone liked me, but most people like me here, and there wasn’t any disruptions of the time line, like skipping a few days, and that, which is common in dreams, everything flowed, like real life.

This isn’t doing me any good. I-I should forget out this.

Therefore, she tried.

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“Doctor, the Ancient coma patient is screaming again.” A nurse commented as he ran up to the doctor.

Said doctor turned and sighed. “Give her a light sedative and schedule another meeting with Doctor Heightmeyer.”

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Kimberley stared.

Doctor Kate Heightmeyer stared.

Kimberley’s family left without a word, letting the two embrace.

“You’re alive!” Doctor Heightmeyer gasped, hugging her close. “But, how? No one would tell us anything, just said you left with, erm, Homer.”

‘Homer?’ Kimberley mouthed then it hit her - THEY WERE REAL! “Yeah, I went home with little Bart and Millhouse.”

Suddenly Heightmeyer remembered why she was here. “I heard you’ve been having some nightmares…”

“Yeah, that I’ve been fighting these blue guys from a TV programme I used to watch, but haven’t seen in about a year.” Kimberley answered, stifling a giggle.

“Hmm, what’s the outcome of these ‘nightmares’?” She asked.

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After much talking Doctor Heightmeyer, who had suggested she write down her ‘adventures’ and ‘dreams’ in order to tackle them directly.

However, what she forgot to say in her official report to the SGC (and the hospital) was that Kimberley was going to publish them.

Using her fan fiction dot net account Kimberley quickly typed out the events, changing some names and locations before posting it over a period of three months.

Once she had uploaded the latest chapter, she waited ten minutes and noted a flood of flames, with quite a few reviews in the midst.

She sighed before answering all her reviewers and flamers, wanting to explain to everyone that a) this did happened and b) SHE HAD NOT LOST HER MARBLES!

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A knock came of the door as Kimberley checked her emails, noting one from her favourite website.

“…your story has been taken off line and deleted due to threat of national security…” Kimberley mumbled, and jumped when her mom barged in the door. “MOM I’m in the middle of something! What’s the what?”

“There are some men to see you.” Ann replied, wringing her hands. “What did you do?”

“What? Nothing!” She denied as her mother grabbed her shoulders and led her down the stairs where two men were standing stiffly at the door.

“I’m agent Smith.” The one on the left with dark brown hair, a black suit, white shirt, black slacks and sunglasses with a pair of non-committable shoes introduced himself, and then pointed to his college. “And this is my partner, Agent Smith.”

“We’ll have her back soon mam.” The second agent nodded to her mother, who was distracted by the official looking limousine outside her house and the two men that were - obviously - packing.

Kimberley noted as she was escorted to the limo that they were American, all named Agent Smith, and were taking her somewhere classified and secure.

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Fighting sleep Kimberley yawned. They had been driving for several hours, still not reaching their point of direction. After they turned out of her hometown and past the city, Kimberley had gotten lost - as usual - and even more confused.

Muttering under her breathes about kidnapping people and singing I know a song that gets on your nerves, she slouched on the seat, yawning again and reached for the window button.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Agent Smith 1 chased her, not taking his eyes - she thought - away from staring straight ahead.

Kimberley sighed in agreement, before glaring in defiance and pressing the button, yelping as an electric volt went through her. “Ah, fuck, damn, OW!”

The corner of their mouths twitched as she carried on, waving her finger about, before kicking the door.

After a few minute silences, Kimberley decided to try the door - only to receive the sae results.

“OH HOLY MOTHER OF ELVIS!” She screamed, her hair frizzing slightly. She stood up in the limo, banging her head before crashing back onto the seat. “THAT’S IT!”

The two agents raised the eyebrows at her outburst.

“I. Want. Out.” Kimberley all but growled, staring ahead.

Smith 1 shifted a bit closer to Smith 2, and then moved to sit with him, across from Kimberley.

“If I’m not out of this car soon - these gonna be an accident.” her lip curled, her eyes drew and she growled. “LET ME OUT THIS GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING CAR!”

With no response, she screamed in rage and flew for the window, intent in jumping out, only to be grabbed at the last second.

Kicking and screaming she yelled something along the lines of ‘I Die Free! The Republic shall rise!’ before kicking one of then in the family jewels and the other in he kidney before the car came to a halt and she went flying forwards, cracking her head on the floor and losing consciousness. Again.

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‘Oh my head.’ Kimberley thought as she regained consciousness. She moved her hands to her head and groaned. “Owie.”

“Finally. Yo boss, she’s up!” a voice from behind her shouts and suddenly a spot light falls on her.

“He-Hello?” She calls out, suddenly intimidated.

“I am Agent smith. This is Agent Smith and Agent Davis.” An agent who looked remarkably like the other agent, except Davis who looked like Paul Davis from the Pentagon, introduced them all as three more spot lights came on.

“We are here to tell you to stop this infatuation with project ‘Blue book’ or ‘Stargate’ as you call it.” Paul Davis continued.

“Oh you would, would you?” Kimberley asked. “Well them, sorry for the bother but, eh, no.”

Davis sagged in his seat before sighing. “Look, what ever anyone has told you is superficial and simple over active imagination at watching a programme that is in no way factual.”

“Then why did you look to the right.” Kimberley stared at him, grinning inside.

“We’ll make this simple.” the third agent stated, he was a bit bulkier than the rest. “You will stop posting this ‘fanfic’ of yours on that website and nothing will happen to you. Or your family.”

Kimberley gasped. “You can’t do that! You’re the good guys! No! Your N.I.D, are you, Mister Davis?”

Shock filled Davis before he felt the need to laugh. “No, I have nothing to do with any known or unknown, secret or classified under the United Constitution. Please, Miss Robertson, just forget about what you saw in you coma. It will be the best, and will help your road to recovery.”

“Uhhu.” She raised an eyebrow. “Now, why would the American Government send the head dude of home land security or summat like that, so little old me, if there was no truth in what I was writing. Even if I was remotely near the truth, you would hold no jurisdiction over here as it is British soil.”

“American website.”

“British author.”

“We have an arrangement to hold you until your old and grey from the British Embassy and her Majesty.”

“Good thing I’m Scottish then, I ain’t got a queen.”

They exchanged barbs for a while before Kimberley snapped. “Look, just let me see O’Neill and I’ll forget about it!”

Davis opened his mouth to retort when his cell phone buzzed. After looking at it, he cursed. “Agents Smith, escort Miss Robertson back home. I hope this meeting was as…enlightening for you as it was for me.”

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A LONG car drive later, Kimberley sat in her room, on her bed, thinking.

The original document was still on her computer, so she reposted it on the site, then began going through the internet for other ones, before printing three copies of each chapter and sending one to her friend Natasha, one to her best (Earth) friend Alex and after she put it onto several CDs, DVDs, floppy discs, computers and her dads laptop she stood up quickly, calling out a ‘see ya’ to her parents before catching a few busses, ending up at the Animal Cemetery at the edge of the town.

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Jack O’Neill - or Richard Dean Anderson as he was known outside the SGC - groaned as he, along with Daniel “Michael Shanks” Jackson, Teal’c “Christopher Judge” and George “Don S Davis” Hammond, walked along the slabbed path to the two story semi detached out, knocking on the door.

A young man around twenty years answered and before Jack could get a word in, he hollered. “YO KIMBO! SOME MORE GUYS IN BLUES FOR YA!”

A crash was heard upstairs followed by muttering and a scream of “COMING!”

A tall figure of five foot six ish wearing a pair of black socks, black trousers that stopped at her toes and a red top, with her light brown ad blonde highlighted hair up in a high pony tail walked down the stairs, the blue green eyes trained to the floor as she counted the steps under her, looking up at the second last one - and falling.

“Huh, what- Eh?” She asked, still on the floor, looking at them dazed. “Whoa boy, I’m in trouble.”

“You get you are missy.” General Hammond stated.

“Hey Kimbo, you be okay?” Her brother asked, putting his jacket on. “I can call work an--”

“Naa, go, I’ll be okay. Mums home soon.” She agreed and waved him off. “You wanna sit in the living room, dinning room or my room?”

“Lets got for a walk.” Jack asked and she nodded before grabbing her jacket, keys and locking the door.

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As they walked along the unused parts of the Burn, everyone was sizing Kimberley up. It was clear she had lost a lot of weight the last few months, her balance was still affected. She was guarded with their questions, tongue like a viper and knew more swear words than Jack did, and that was something.

They came to a stop just before a bridge and Kimberley was the first to talk.

“O’Neill you pain in the aft!” She yelled, punching him in the arm “You could have said something.”

“Hey! Stop that! National security ring any bells?” He answered and swatted her hands away - after being pummelled by about everything out there, he could handle a pissed off hormonal nineteen year old girl.

“I’m not a girl. I’m a woman.” she snapped, and everyone raised heir eyebrows. “Did-did you say that out loud.

“I don’t, think so…” Jack trailed off. “Great, just, great.”

Notting the sarcastic tone she ignored it.

“Is there anything you wanted to talk to be about, beside the fact I still have some of the powers?”

“Powers?” Daniels head shot up from his studying of the rocks. Seriously, they were rocks. “Which ones?”

“Well, telepathy, visions turned dreams. Erm, I can turn things on and off too.” Kimberley listed. “That’s why when Mayborne came around earlier I didn’t have to worry about his setting any bugs.”

“So, what are you going to do?” she asked after their stony silence.

“Miss Robertson, we need to have you checked out--” “NO.”

The force of her answer sent several birds from their nests. They all looked at her and their eyes widened. ‘Crap she’s going to cry!’

I-I’m sick and tied of doctor pocking and prodding me, thinking I’m the next thing in human genetics because I can get the sequence of events right by thinking about them I want to see my friends, I want to annoy McKay, play pranks with Len and Teyla, get my butt handed to me by Ronon, have my Czech lessons again, see the city.” She paused and a tear fell. “I want to go home.”

“Everything I wrote about was real, the friendships, the battles, the troubles, the visions still to come, EVERYTHING! I want to go home!” She ranted. “Send me to Atlantis! They can work it out there, since they know all about it! PLEASEpleasepleaseplease!”

Kimberley’s begging eyes almost had Jack on his knees - almost.

“We can’t do that.” He shook his head. “You’re a high profile case, if you go missing, even after talking with representatives of the United States Government Home World security, it would raise too many eyebrows.”

“O’Neill.” Teal’c interrupted. Kimberley looked up at the Free Jaffa, hoping he would have something profound to say - she wasn’t disappointed. “Is there not a position available in the organisation team on Atlantis, as well as the need for a few more representatives for each country?”

“I-” Jack stopped. “Damn, your right.”

“So I can go?” Kimberley asked, eyes flying between them all.

“Probably. No promises, okay kid?” Jack groaned and nodded.

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After a long discussing at the Embassy, meetings with Gordon Brown, Her Majesty the Queen, the President and a lot of there people, Jack finally had the news that Kimberley had been waiting for.

“You leave in two weeks.”

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After rejecting her University (and several others who just wanted her intelligence coughhighprofilestudentcough) at their university, explaining to her friends that she was going on a cruise ship as a member of the organisation team and that she would write as often as she could, letting her parents know and fitting all her life into four bags, three suit cases and a holdall…

She was ready to go home.

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Spending the next few weeks on the Deadalus was a pain, even after Hemariod - what ever! Kimberley thought - offered the use of the sub light engine thingies to speed up, Kimberley had rejected the answer, wanting to plan her entrance.

All she could come up with was music blasting and a creepy, happy smile on her face. Shaking her head, she then spent the rest of the day in the ships gym, eating in the cafeteria and either looking into the deep emptiness of space into the late of night or going to bed.

So when the announcement that they would be landing in forty minutes got her blood pumping.

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“Colonel, nice to hear from you.” Sam grinned, watching as most things were beamed down where they were supposed to. “I received a communiqué from Jack that you had a, and I quote ‘pretty nifty special package‘?”

“It’s good to hear from you so Sam.” Caldwell agreed and nodded to the man on his left. “We’ll beam it down in about five minutes, could you assemble the first team, Doctors Zelenka and Beckett in the meeting room three?”

‘The one with wooden doors?’ Sam thought, then replied affirmative.

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C’mon kid, you’re finally getting off this ship. Caldwell grinned, and then stopped as he stood at her door. “What’s the matter?”

Kimberley turned to him; tears in her eyes, her hair down - the first time since she arrived - obviously worried. Feeling the father in him stir he gathered her in a hug after checking no one was there.

“Look, Kimberley, stop crying or the guys will skin me.” He tried to grin but sighed. “Okay, what’s up?”

“I-I-I don’t know if I can do this! What if I mess up? What if they don’t want me?” She asked, braking from him and suddenly spun around to look at the city.

“You’ve had two weeks to think about that, and now you’re worried?” He shook his head. “Just go with our gut.”

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“So, what’s this special gift?” Rodney asked as he walked into the meeting room, rubbing his hands excitedly. “I hope its more coffee beans!”

Teyla rolled her eyes with a smile. “Perhaps it is a new weapon?”

That got both Ronon and Fords attention. “Weapon? Hope it’s big.”

“What ever it is, it’s being sent in.” Chuck commented via their earpieces.

John, Ford, Rodney, Ronon, Teyla, Sam and Zelenka stared as Caldwell stood in front of something, a HUGE grin on his face. Immediately John and ford snapped to attention, the latter saluting.

“Sheppard, Ford, McKay, Dex, Teyla, Carter, Doctor Zelenka.” He nodded to each in turn. “I’d like you to meet Kimberley's replacement--”

“Look we already told you, we won’t want a replacement for Kimberley!” Rodney snapped.

“I’d better go home then.” the figure behind Caldwell sighed as he stepped away.

“Yes, well Kimberley you know you-- KIMBERLEY!” Rodney squeaked, and was first inline to crush- I mean, hug the girl to death. “Have you got skinnier?”

Kimberley rolled her eyes and swatted his arm. “Hey! Ow! Cut it out!”

‘Sure thing Rodders.’ She thought and watched his eyes widened, then his colour face, fast.

“Quick! Get Carson! The tumours back!” He shouted and grabbed her, ready to take her directly to the infirmary.

“No its not.” she denied. “It’s just a by product of what ever the Asguard did to me over the last year or so.”

“But still we--” “No, we’ll leave well enough alone.”

Rodney tried to object but gave in.

After everyone was caught up, Kimberley turned to Zelenka. “What, no hug?”

“Kimberley? Is that- is that really you?” He asked, blinking before rubbing his eyes. “Please tell me it is.”

“Of course it’s me silly! Who else would I be? Clone, dream, Replicator? Haha- oh, sorry.” She laughed then winced. “I’m bonafied one hundred percent human. Flaws and all!”

Suddenly he took three large strides and gathered her in a hug, refusing to le her go.

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Carson Beckett ignored his buzzing pager and com-link that were on his bedside table. He had taken a few days off, citing depression, before locking himself in the room - only coming out for food.

Which, according to the clock on the table, it was time for.

As he walked past Kimberley’s room, he sighed sadly. Ignoring the empty feeling in his stomach, he begrudgingly walked into the mess hall - only to be assaulted with music, cheer and laughter. “What the?”

“HEY CARSON! CARSON! OVER HERE!” Someone, John, yelled, waving him over.

He shook his head until he saw a flash of someone that looked like Kimberley, and then shrugged it off.

Once he gathered some food, he walked out of the room taking the quickest route possible, ignoring the festivities and happening of the city. He stopped as he walked into someone.

“Sorry I-” He stopped, looked into Kimberley’s eyes, then left without a word.

“CARSON!” She yelled, trying to get him to stop.

“Go away, you’re not real.” He shrugged to her, slamming the door shut, his food forgotten outside as he slid to the floor and held back a sob. ‘God ah miss her.’

“Carson! Open this bloody door right now mister!” Kimberley shouted and banged again. “I just want to talk to you.”

‘Face our fears’ - something Kate Heightmeyer once said to him - spun to his mind and he nodded, stood up, and let her in.

“Okay, imaginary Kimberley. Say yer piece then get lost.” He snapped.

“Oh no you didn’t.” Kimberley snapped. “I did NOT just travel for two weeks on that hell hole of a ship to come see you guys, spend months with people thinking I’m insane just to have you. blow. me. OFF! I am REAL! I’m not a figment of your imagination, I’m not fake, I’m not insane and God knows why, but I missed this place.”

She paused, looking around the room - it was the same, except there were no pictures of her any more - they had been taken down. Oh boy, now she was mad.

“I missed the city, I missed Rodney and Ronon, Teyla, Aiden, and God even John! We’re having a party cuz I’m back you see me a freak? No, not good enough!” Kimberley moaned.

“Yeah, well am no happy about it either! I’ve just spent the last few months trying tae furget about ya, and here you come, barging in like ye own the place.” Carson replied.

“God Carson, out of everyone I missed I misted you the most. I came back for my friend, not to be insulted and ignored!”

“Well maybe I don’t want to be your friend!”

“Th-then I’ll just go.” ‘No, stand your ground!’ “Wait, you mean after- after everything, we’re not friends.”

“No.”

Kimberley looked hurt before snapping. “Well I’d betted do what I came her to do.”

“And what the bloody hell is that?” Carson demanded then gasped as she kissed him.

On the lips.

Okay, not a hallucination.

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YOU NEED AIR PEOPLE!

Slowly they broke apart, Kimberley’s hands still on Carson’s t-shirt, his around her back and neck.

“If you leave gain - then come back - I’ll kill you myself.” He declared and hugged her. “God I missed you hen.”

“I-I missed you too Carson.” She sobbed and he hushed her, rocking her gently as they sunk to the floor.

They looked to each other, ready to kiss, getting closer, and closer…

When the bloody klaxons sounded.

“CODE RED! I REPEAT CODE RED IN THE GATE ROOM!”

They sighed, stood up and walked towards the gate room via transporters at fast pace, thinking the same thing.

“Bloody stinking interferences.”

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Oh

My

Friggen

God.

It’s done, complete. I did it. I DID IT! WAHOO!

Thank you to: 1. Aly the Spy 2. Bokormen 3. Cillyme 4. Lady Dark Hope 5. Liana-Wolfe 6. dark-spiritwolf 7. egastin77 8. ifiwalkthesun 9. musik-luvr 10. nug 11. storygirl420 for adding me to their alerts, Liana-Wolfe 2. Pink Lightsaber 3. musik-luvr 4. nug for adding my story to their favourites, and. Cillyme, Liana-Wolfe, Lady Dark Hope, musik-luvr, Aly the Spy, ifiwalkthesun, Pink Lightsaber, hilo, Renavatio, CallmeCath, lakewater, nissa and Rodney McKay for reviewing!

There is some ideas to a sequel, but I’m not too sure, and if anyone wants to take Kimberley and do stuff with her - help your self.

Thank you, and goodbye.