EPILOGUE

Evan squinted up at the bright morning sunshine, and wondered if maybe he should have left his sunglasses on.

Not that it mattered for any reason other than he hated squinting.

He was going to be recognized no matter what.

Eyeing the expensively manicured lawn, he purposely stepped off the intricately puzzled brick path and walked across the grass. The front archway and the massive double French doors glared back at him as he stepped over the stonework surrounding the front garden.

When he reached the doors, he debated ringing the bell, but decided a knock was much more intrusive.

He banged loudly, and waited.

Eventually the door opened, and he wasn't surprised to see the maid. Giving her his message, he shook off her offer to wait inside, choosing instead to hold his spot in the open doorway.

He turned his back on the house and stared across the huge front lawn, it's acre of old growth trees and deep green grass not needing a sign to point out it was very, very expensive. Overly expensive in the disgusting sort of way.

When heavy footsteps sounded behind him, he felt the edge of a smile tickling the corner of his mouth, but shut it down.

"What is it." The man's voice grated across the inside of Evan's skull.

Evan turned around, not bothering to wait for any indication he was recognized.

His fist shot out and connected with a very satisfying crack, sending Director Marcus Wilsher sprawling backwards onto the polished hardwood floor of his front foyer.

The director let out a grunt, and lay still.

Evan bent forward and patted him on the cheek. "Dr. Keller sends her best. I hope I don't need to remind you of what's going to happen if you touch her again." Then he straightened and spun on his heel, making a beeline for the shiny black SUV waiting at the curb.

Hopping into the passenger seat, he'd barely closed the door before John was squawking the tires as he pulled away from the curb.

"Better?" John smirked.

Evan grabbed his sunglasses off the dashboard and slipped them on. "Much."

"He probably recognized you." John glanced over at him.

Evan shrugged. "Most likely."

"Could cause problems." John raised an eyebrow.

"It was worth it." Evan answered, snapping on his seat belt.

"You know… it's strange how someone who looks exactly like you is also carrying a grudge against Wilsher." Agent Ryan chimed in from the back seat.

"Yeah." Marks leaned forward and yanked a well worn baseball cap down over Evan's head. "Good thing you've got such an unbreakable alibi. I mean there has to be at least ten, maybe twelve people who are with you in my garage - right now - helping me work on the GTO."

Evan laughed at the completely unorthodox alibi. "You need that many people to work on your car?"

"No." Ryan snorted. "He needs that many people to help him drink all the beer."

"What's wrong with it this time?" John asked, shoulder checking as he merged them up the on ramp and onto the freeway.

"Hmm… good question." Marks shrugged. "Breaks?"

John shook his head. "We fixed those twice already. Leaky gas tank?

"Three times." Marks shook his head.

"Shocks?" John suggested.

"Hey. Shocks is good." Ryan nodded. "I don't think we've done those more than once yet."

"And just how many times have you guys… ah… fixed … this car?" Evan glanced over the seat at Marks and Ryan.

Ryan grinned and gave his partner a shove. "He's had it sitting in his garage for ten years now."

"Ten years?" Evan looked incredulous. "Just how bad a mechanic are you?"

Marks raised his eyebrows in challenge. "Just how many more times you think you're going to need to hit Wilsher?"

Evan nodded. "I see… So you're an excellent mechanic."

"Good answer, Major." Ryan laughed.

Marks leaned back in his seat. "You drive like my grandma, Sheppard. Now kick this puppy up – we have a lot of beer to drink."

"He can't drink." John angled his chin at Evan. "His wife's a real stick-in-the-mud."

Evan turned his head slowly to glare at John. "Yea... about that..."

"About what?" John asked innocently, pretending to read the various street signs they passed.

"Any reason why half the crew was congratulating me this morning?"

"Nope..." John shook his head. "No idea what you're taking about."

"She's going to kick your ass whens he finds out..." Evan warned, grinning when John actually looked slightly green.

"She?" Ryan laughed. "Whad'ya do now, Sheppard?"

"Nothing." John answered quickly, then glanced in the rear-view mirror at Marks. "Although we might need to find something for me to fix on that GTO."

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END

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Author's Note - well, that's it folks! An Evan/Jen story! Thanks for coming along for the ride, and hope you liked this little roller coaster. After having written this, I've decided I kind of like this pairing and just may throw a few more E/J stories your way! :P GLENN is already working on a couple more stories (R/K and an E/J) so I'll post them as soon as they let me! Until then - behave yourselves!!!! - Nika