Title: A Letter from the Pegasus Colony
Author Notes: John/Rodney. Contingently.
Hello, Rodney! It's me, Rodney! Not another annoying alternate from a parallel dimension, no, just the good old you - a bit older that's all. Yes, yes, the McDonalds tachyon constraint equations are wrong, communication with the past is possible, yadda yadda. I was pretty bright when I was your age, you'll figure it out with the data I'm sending through the data channel.
I... um, I guess contra-temporal communication would be worth a few Nobel prizes, if we could still go to Earth to pick them up. But, you know, we can't. Well, you don't know, that's the point of this communication.
You see, it was my idea. Over there in the Milky Way the Ori were winning, pretty much after the first two hundred days of war they all knew it was going to be over as soon as the Ori figured out a way to build another supergate, or just string together a lot of gates as we did. It was just a matter of time, so we -you, when you were closer to me- came out with a brilliant idea: isolating the Milky Way galaxy in a subspace distortion bubble, making all gate and hyperspace travel and communication from or to the galaxy impossible for... I'm actually not sure for how long, but it's longer than a human lifespan, that's for sure. Maybe you'll work the numbers out, I'm also sending you my current calculations.
I'm too busy to follow them, what with fighting with the Wraith and everything. Yes, we did choose to stay in Pegasus. You, John of course -John was the first-, Elizabeth, about half of the expedition members. I guess Pegasus was kind of home by then, and we couldn't leave it, not with the Wraith still here. Folks in Earth didn't took it well, thought we were hiding away from the Ori, but Sam showed them a few numbers and videos about the Wraith and they kind of left us alone then.
We are all alone now. We are - we are doing fine. Guerrilla work, mostly, sabotage and such. Trust me, you'll love Sun Tzu the first time you read it. I am - I'm no Sheppard, of course, but we'll do fine. We'll have to.
I guess what I'm saying is that you will come to appreciate every bit of intel you can get. Hence this little missive.
What follows is personal, and has no bearing to the expedition. Please pause the video here and watch it in your quarters, alone.
Pause it now.
Alright. Now tell Sheppard to leave the room. I'm serious, John. Go.
If we are completely alone now, pay close attention: I know why you will stay here. I remember it. It's because of John. And, yes, despite what it looked like at the moment, the white stubbly knight once again rescuing Princess Teyla -if she's listening to this and kicks your ass so mine hurts, I'm blaming you by the way. But it wasn't. He was just being his usual heroic self, and...
Yeah. It works out for you both. Me and him. You and him. I won't give you the details, although it'd be a good idea if you carried lube with you at all times, just in case. If you go through with this.
John dies six months after our exile. Three months after we first... Three months weren't much, Rodney. It was great, but it wasn't much, and the truth is that I'm not sure we will survive much longer anyway. I have no idea of how the Milky Way is doing in my present. Maybe our shield gave them the time they needed. Maybe it was too late anyway. I don't know.
But you've got to figure it out, Rodney. You've got to. For John's sake. I don't care if it means we never get together, and as I'm older and smarter than you, take my word for it. You'll regret it if you let the timeline follow its original form just because you think you have now enough information. I know you are thinking that, because I did, too.
Find another way to save both galaxies. Find another way to save John.
And for god's sake, man, I'm not joking about the lube.
Atlantis Colony Leader Rodney McKay, over and out.