John watched as the girl raised her gun, looking at them before her attention focused on Fred. Instinctively, he moved closer to his wife, but he lowered his gun. And when she finally put down her weapon and kicked it over to him, he continued to stare at her.
She looked so familiar.
Then she said her name, and John felt his throat tighten as he shared a look Fred. Alex. It couldn't be. Glancing down at the gun at his feet, he reached down and picked it up. It was his gun. He'd know it anywhere even with flipping it over to look at the bottom of the handle. He turned his attention back toward the girl - their daughter - as Fred moved forward to hug her, his mind spinning. What was she doing here? Why had she come back?
"Fred? What's going on?" Carter asked.
John walked over to both of them, touching Alex's head. "This is our daughter," he told her.
"How do you know?" Rodney asked.
"Because she has the name we decided on just last week. And this is my gun." Handing both of his guns to Lorne, he looked down to see Alex staring up at him from Fred's arms.
"Dad?" she asked softly.
He nodded, and Alex turned to hug him. Leaning over her, John found himself embracing her and kissing the top of her head.
"You're still alive," she chocked out. "But you have to get Atlantis off this planet. If you don't, she'll kill you. And then the wraith will come, and everything will be lost."