"John Sheppard is dead."
John opened his eyes, to find Rodney Mckay at the side of his hospital style bed. He could see and feel wires and tubes attached to his very sore body. Only a dull thrum of pain radiated from his shoulder. Someone had given him the good drugs.
Mckay looked bizarrely pleased about his news. John's gaze flicked from Mckay's self satisfied smirk to the equipment monitoring him. Heart still beating? Check.
"He died stopping a serial killer in the Nevada desert," McKay continued. "His military service record has been marked classified. As of yesterday, since the police investigation was marked closed, Sheppard's fingerprint files for police and military service were switched with an unfortunate marine who died in the first year of the Atlantis expedition."
"Your new name is John Wolfe, civilian contractor with SGC." McKay flashed him an id badge. It featured the picture from his military file. Damn he always hated that haircut.
"Hey, I was rifting off the Sheppard thing. It was that or Bopeep." McKay looked pretty put upon. Or maybe that was his normal face. John didn't know him well enough to tell. "Look, dead men can't be too choosy."
John knew he was not functioning at full speed yet when tracking the dismissive gesture of McKay's hand made him dizzy. He closed his eyes for a moment, willing the nausea and vertigo to pass.
"What am I supposed to do as 'a civilian contractor'?" Eyes still closed.
"Hum, military training, cop, pilot, ATA gene, and better than average math skills. Willing to go up against a wraith with pitiful armaments." Points were ticked off on fingers, regardless that Sheppard was not watching. "I'm sure we'll think of something you can do in Atlantis."
John gambled and opened one eye a crack, "ATA gene?"
"Ya, that's the genetic marker that allows access to the Ancient alien technology, like the weapons chair you saw. I already knew you had it, 'cause the other Sheppard did, but we ran the test anyway while you were unconscious."
"What if I don't want to go with you?" John, couldn't help it. Having someone plan out his life for him set him on edge.
"Oh, like anyone would want Sheppard's crap life. You didn't even want it or you wouldn't have been driving off with the money in your front seat."
A slow smile spread across McKay's face. "Did I tell you about the spaceships....you can fly with your mind?"
Summary: John Sheppard is dead and Rodney Mckay is happy about it.