Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis.
Jeannie Miller stood in the middle of the guest quarters she had been assigned to and took a look around. It certainly was a beautiful room. 'The Ancients must have had amazing interior designers,' she thought to herself chuckling.
She was sad that her time on Atlantis had come to an end. She had enjoyed playing scientist. It had been so long since she had been anything other than a wife and a mother that she'd forgotten what if felt like and it felt so good. Her trip to Atlantis had given her an identity outside of her family for the briefest time and she would always treasure it. It's not that she didn't love her family because she did. Madison is everything to her, but sometimes she wondered what things would have been like had she not gotten pregnant and gotten married. Now that she knew, there was a part of her that wished she could stay.
The thing that Jeannie was most grateful for was not the chance to work with amazing Ancient technology or to meet someone from an alternate universe, but the chance she was given to reconnect with her brother. Had she not written that math proof and sent it to California, it could have been another four years before she got the chance to see her brother and that's if she was lucky. Knowing the dangers that Meredith faced in the Pegasus galaxy almost on a daily basis scared Jeannie to death because she knew that there was always the chance that one of the days he wouldn't come home, which is why she had to say everything that she needed to say to him while they were together because she might not get another chance.
In truth, she had forgiven him for not calling her or writing her the past four years. While it still angered her that he couldn't even pick up a piece of paper and a pen, she knew that he didn't have a lot of time in between disasters and she certainly hadn't and wouldn't have made things easy for him. She was certainly glad for the surrogate family that he had found on Atlantis. Now, he had people to take care of him when she wasn't around.
The sound of the door chime shook her out of her revelry. She was surprised to see John Sheppard on the other side. "John? What are you doing here?"
"I was wondering if I could walk you to the gate room."
Jeannie smiled. "Of course. Let me get my bag."
John stood in the middle of Jeannie's room with his hands in his pockets.
"I'm almost sad to leave, ya know," she said picking up her bag.
"Well, we're all gonna miss you."
"Thank you," she said. She leaned over and kissed John on the cheek.
"What was that for?" John asked in surprise.
"For taking care of my brother. For being his friend. For dealing with him. I know that he can be difficult sometimes, but you have to understand, he had it hard growing up and it's difficult for him to trust people, so thank you for being able to see past all of that."
"I'm not that easy to get along with either," John said quietly thinking of Duranda.
"Well, you seem perfectly nice to me," she said smiling.
"Look, we really should get to the gate room. The Daedulus is about ready to leave."
"Then, I guess we'd better go."
"Let me get that," John said taking the bag from her hands.
"You don't have to…"
"It's no trouble," he said smiling.
They walked out of Jeannie's room and towards the gate room. They were met along the way by Rodney. "You ready to go?" he asked his sister.
"Yeah, I think I am."
They made small talk on the way to the gate room. "Mrs. Miller, the Daedulus is ready for you to beam up," Elizabeth said.
"Thank you," Jeannie said smiling. "I guess this is it. Take care of yourself, Mer," she said hugging her brother. "And you!" she pointed at John. "You remember what I said."
John gave her a sloppy salute.
Once Hermiod had beamed Jeannie up to the Daedulus, Rodney leaned over to John. "What did she say to you?"
"She told me that I could kick your ass if you got out of hand," John said with a smirk.
Rodney's eyes went wide and the settled back into place. "Oh, it's the kidding. I see."
"Come on, let's go get lunch. You can tell me some embarrassing stories about your sister on the way."
"Are you sure you have that much time?"
John laughed and listened as Rodney began to tell him how his sister decided to color her hair with watercolors when she was five.