Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis.


Jeannie sat in the cafeteria of Stargate Command with her head in her hands. Before her were schematics for the puddlejumper brought back from Atlantis, various mission reports, and the latest round of papers from Caleb's lawyers. By this point in the day, she had ingested so much caffeine that she wasn't even sure that any more would work. She hadn't slept in days and barely had time to eat and she couldn't remember for the life of her what made her take a science position at the SGC. She picked up her sixth cup of coffee for the day and took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste. She must have forgotten to put sugar in it.

"You really shouldn't drink so much coffee. It's no good for you."

Jeannie rolled her eyes and began to gather up her belongings. It's not that she didn't like the Scottish doctor because she did. He was nice and handsome and sweet, but he was too damn cheerful for her taste and his cheeriness was the thing that just might send her over the edge.

"Where do you think you're going?" Carson asked.

"Back to my lab."

"I don't think so, my dear," the doctor said shaking his head. "You are going to sit down and eat you lunch."

"I've had some."

"Try again," Carson said. "First of all, you are a McKay and McKay's never leave a plate full of food. Secondly, you've been here for an hour and haven't touched one bite."

"How do you…?"

Carson pointed to the cafeteria worker who looked like she could be his grandmother.

"Mama's boy," Jeannie muttered.

Carson seemed unfazed by her utterance; probably because of all the practice he had dealing with her brother over the years. "Now, you are going to sit down and eat something and you aren't going to eat until you've finished or I will put you on forced bed rest for a week and you won't have access to laptops, mission reports, magazines, books, or television."

"You wouldn't?"

"Try me." Carson folded his arms over his chest. Trying to out-stubborn a McKay was never easy, but he hoped that threat was a good enough one to work.

"I'm not hungry," Jeannie said. Unfortunately, her stomach didn't seem to agree because it chose that exact moment to growl very loudly.

"Hey, guys. What's up?" John Sheppard said sitting down next to the doctor.

"It would appear that Jeannie is every bit as stubborn as her brother," Carson said.

"Really? Hey, are you gonna eat that?" John reached over to steal of French fry off of Jeannie's plate, but his hand was slapped away by Carson.

"Those are Jeannie's fries and she's going to eat them…all of them."

"Or else what?"

"Or else the warden is going to put me under lock and key," Jeannie snarked.

"Ah, you keep forgetting to eat. Yeah, Carson always makes threats when people don't eat and what's worse is that he actually follows through on them."

"It's for your own good. I don't get why you people can't understand that. I mean…" Carson was interrupted by a voice over the loudspeaker.

"Dr. Beckett, please come to the infirmary. We have incoming," Dr. Lam said.

"I've got to go. Make sure she eats all her food and don't steal anything," Carson said and rushed out of the cafeteria and towards the infirmary.

"Is he always like that?"

"When people aren't taking proper care of themselves, yeah."

Jeannie took a bite of her hamburger feeling her stomach growl even more. "God, I can't believe how hungry I am."

"That's what happens when you don't eat," John reminded her.

"It's just that I've been so busy with work and Madison and Caleb's lawyer keeps sending me papers and I'm just so…" Her rambling was cut off by John.

"What sort of papers does Caleb's lawyer keep sending you?"

"Divorce papers, papers on how to divide up our assets, custody papers…"

"Custody papers?"

"He says because I'm gonna be working all the time that I shouldn't have custody of my daughters. Can you believe that? I was the one who gave birth to her and took care of her when she was sick and raised her mostly without his help and he has the nerve to say that I'm an unfit mother just because I have a job. I can work and be a mother at the same time, thank you very much. A lot of mothers do, what makes me any different?" Jeannie's covered her face with her hands. "John, I'm so sorry, I'm letting this all out on you. You've got your own things to worry about…"

"Jeannie, don't worry about."

"It's just…what if I lose custody of her??"

"You won't. If Caleb was that worried about her, she wouldn't be in the daycare center upstairs as we speak. You know that."

"I know. I'm just scared is all."

"It'll be…" John was cut off by loudspeaker.

"Colonel Sheppard to the command room," Walter Harriman said.

"I gotta go. Look, everything's gonna be alright," John said kissing her forehead. "I promise."

"I hope you're right," Jeannie said.

"I'm always right." John gave her his patented sloppy smirk and a sloppy salute and rushed to the gate room.

For the first time in days, Jeannie laughed. Maybe everything was going to be alright after all?