Title---Remember, Never to Forget.

Author----Winnie

Rating-----T

Warning----Not a death fic

Disclaimer---I won no right to Stargate Atlantis or its characters. This story is for entertainment purposes only.

Comments-----I'd like to dedicate this one to Pamela who is always there with a helpful word and a wonderful ability to make the perfect collage. I'd also like to thank everyone who read and took the time to comment on my other Atlantis story. Be advised there is Sheppard whump ahead.

Rodney McKay reached for the strange piece of equipment at the end of the table and turned it over several times before looking at the proprietor of the small stand. They'd come to PG-2743 in search of allies and had happened upon the small outside market where the indigenous people were selling their wears. There were several intriguing stands, some with fruits and vegetables, but this one had quickly grabbed his attention and he'd been examining the merchandize for several minutes before picking up the slim piece of equipment that looked similar to an old sextant. "How much for this one?"

"Twenty one Shoclaws," the man answered.

"Twenty one…that's highway robbery," McKay blustered.

"It is a fine piece and you will not find another like it," the merchant told him, but frowned when the newcomer stared past him. He turned to see the majestic entourage marching past his table and prayed they would not show an interest in his display.

"Oh my God…that's him?"

"Dr. McKay, are you all right?" Lieutenant Adam Meeks asked of the scientist who'd been so enthralled by the instruments laid out on the table before him. Meeks had no idea what the mumbo jumbo was, but Rodney McKay had been in his glory, right up until the rather large, distastefully colorful group marched by the table.

"Lieutenant…did you see him?"

"I saw a lot of people, Dr. McKay," Meeks answered, turning as Teyla Emmagan joined them.

"Rodney, what's wrong?"

"I saw him, Teyla…he was just here."

"Who?"

"John…Sheppard," McKay answered and hurried past the table, knocking over several items in his haste to reach the group that had just passed them.

"Rodney!" Teyla said, latching onto the scientist's arm and ignoring the heated barbs from the man who owned the display.

"No, I have to…we have to go after them," McKay said and tried to pull away.

"Rodney, John's dead…it wasn't him," the Athosian told him softly, relieved when he stopped trying to pull away. "Come on…let's go back to the gate."

"No, Teyla, you don't understand. It was Sheppard…I know it was," McKay said, faltering slightly as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Since watching the ship disintegrate before his eyes, Rodney McKay had known the guilt of a friend's death. It had happened on a mission that was supposed to be a simple one, but had ended in John Sheppard's death. God help him, but he would never be able to forgive himself for what he'd done.

John Sheppard was dead…Rodney McKay had killed him.