Hi folks! New story! I know, I know I should finish my other one first, but I needed to write this one too! It just cried out to be penned!

The main character is Captain Cally Everet who was a part of the expedition, and now isn't for reasons that will soon become apparent (but maybe not in this chapter! grins evilly). Will be slight angst, but not too much! The story will take Cally far and wide, touching the universes of Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Torchwood and (maybe!) Doctor Who.

Disclaimer: No infringement intended. I own nothing but the candy bar fueling my writing process.

Miss Me Yet?

Chapter 1: Aftermath of a Guinea Pig

- Ok, I borrowed this video camera from the Atlantis media lab, so I could at least have some record of my actually being here. I don't know what's happening to me, but something's wrong. Really, really wrong. I don't know if anyone will find this, but I hope someone does someday. My name is Cally Everet; I'm a Captain in the United States Air Force, serial number 89732545. I've been with the expedition from the beginning and I am a member of SGA-6. -

Cally softly placed her dog tags and a letter on General Landry's desk. He didn't look up from his paperwork. Not that would have, he couldn't even hear the clank as the metal disks – sans silencers- knocked together. If he could have seen her, he would have seen a jet brown haired Captain with tears in her eyes, duffle bag in hand, patches missing from her jacket's shoulders, and an arrow straight salute.

"Goodbye sir." Cally whispered, though she didn't need to. "I'll dismiss myself." She turned on her heel and left the office, left the Stargate program, forever.

No one noticed her sobbing through the halls.

- For last six months, I've been unseen … there has to be a better way to explain this ...ok. I was sent to the science labs because the scientists wanted to test some devices they'd found, but they needed someone with the natural ATA gene to activate them. Colonel Sheppard was busy, so I got guinea pig duty… -

Walking away from Cheyenne Mountain had felt like the hardest thing Cally had ever done. Including, capturing a Goa'uld mother ship. Now, two months after she had not only left the program, but had also the country, Cally realized that it wasn't.

London was a beautiful city, not as beautiful as Atlantis, no city was, but London had its own beauty. She'd even gotten used to the time difference fairly quickly, probably a side effect of frequent gate travel. Cally's days were spent walking along Oxford Street, buying her groceries from Marks & Spencers, and often generally loitering in the British Museum. She watched people, with her pale blue eyes looking curiously as she wondered how calm people were, how they could walk around without the stress that she'd been under.

The higher salary she'd been given as a member of the Expedition kept her going, and would for a long time, so money wouldn't be a problem. Cally wasn't sure what sort of a job she'd be able to get if she needed a new one. Her last carrier, her only carrier aside from one week as a sales clerk in high school, had been an Air Force officer. She was sure she could become a barista or something later on down the line.

It hit her one day, as she was walking through the British Museum late one Monday afternoon, that leaving the Stargate program, while it had raised so many questions and doubts, hadn't been the hardest thing she'd ever had to do.

In truth, the hardest thing she'd ever done, was still trying to do, was trying to deal with the memories of the life that she had left behind. True, she had returned to something that resembled a 'normal' life, even while half expecting to hear Wraith darts scream overhead or the sound of gunfire. Whenever she saw a plane in the sky, all Cally could think about was flying Puddlejumpers.

Currently, Cally was exiting a weapons exhibit at the BM. She smiled softly. Some of the weapons in the exhibit looked like Bashaak, the Jaffa training staffs. She had missed being around her old team at the SGC, but also missed her team back on Atlantis. It was doubtful she'd ever see them again.

Cally stopped to examine a case full of Ancient Egyptian necklaces, many with the eye of Ra on them. She smiled softly at some of the descriptions of the pieces. History was fun when you know more than the historians. Cally didn't know how long she'd been standing there, but she suddenly heard a voice that sounded close to her in the near empty hall.

"You again!" It sounded amused.

Cally turned around to see a tall, gray haired man in a business suit, eyes twinkling, and looking delightedly at her, as if he was trying to contain laughter.

"Me?" Cally blinked.

He smiled. "Yes, you, my dear. I see you hear almost every day. Are you a student?"

Cally smiled in embarrassment. "No, I'm just interested. I've learned a lot of history in the past few years and, I-" Cally glanced toward the necklaces. "Can't seem to get away from it."

He smiled. "That is not necessarily a bad thing." He held out a hand. "Myles Carter. I'm one of the curators here."

Cally's smiled flourished warmly and she readily took his hand. Myles noticed that her face, curiously wan, looked better when she smiled. "Captain Cally Everet." She winced slightly as she realized that she'd said her rank too.

Myles caught the wince, but still looked surprised. "Captain? Not of the Royal Air Force?"

"No, formerly United States Air Force." Cally admitted. "My accent gives me away?"

Myles shook his head. "Not exactly, during the war many Americans were pilots in the RAF. Why formerly may I ask?"

Cally sighed. "I needed a break," she smiled at the cases around her. "And found the perfect place to take one."

Myles smiled softly and in understanding. "Well, if you are free, would you like a more formal tour?"

Cally smiled, pleased. "Absolutely!"

Myles laughed when Cally was reluctant to leave the Museum before closing hours. They'd been having an in depth discussion over the collapse of Salisbury Hill in England. Myles had discovered that, astonishingly enough, his new acquaintance had majored in history while at the Air Force Academy in the US.

"Well, we can finish tomorrow can't we?" He suggested with a smile. "After all, you'll be here!"

Cally laughed. "Maybe! I might go wandering around the city tomorrow. Do you know any good pubs that I might be able to visit?"

"There are one or two." Myles rubbed his chin. "I'll send you a list, through email. Next time you come to the Museum, come see me, ask the secretary at the information desk to call me and we can go to lunch?"

Cally nodded agreement and left after exchanging emails with Myles, feeling her heart lifting. For the first time since she'd had the lab accident in the labs on Atlantis, she knew someone who could make her smile, who could talk to her. It felt good.

- Doctor McKay said I'd be fine. He just strapped the device on my arm, like it was some sort of toy. It powered up, but nothing happened. Or so I thought… -

To be continued in Chapter 2! Let me know what you think! Reviews are the main staple of my diet! Please feed me! Holds out bowl I'm hungry!