FIC: Conversations (Part 2)
Title: Conversations
Genre: Episode tag / ficlets
Summary: John and Teyla, talking.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.
Because everything I write lately takes up eight Word pages and I never bothered to look for that tielan post where she explains how to bypass this particular problem. So here's part 2.
The Real World
“Dr. Weir is safe.”
“And host to millions of tiny nanites.”
“Rodney disabled them.”
“For now.”
“I understand you have to be the one considering these things and what you might have to do, should it come to that. But for now, can we not just be thankful our friend is still alive?”
Echoes
“Hey there… you’re making a habit of this.”
“Lying in hospital beds?”
“Yeah.”
“With Carson around, we needn’t worry too much. Besides… I have an inkling you would not play cards with me otherwise.”
“If you’d let me win once in a while…”
“Victory is to be earned Colonel. They did not teach you this during your training?”
“You know me; I must not have been listening very hard! So what do you want to play? Strip poker? Strip gin? Strip pinochle?”
“Rodney says none of these Earth games normally involve undressing.”
“Yeah, but he’s from Canada.”
The Ark
“Why are you here?”
“You flew a strange and crash-landed and antiquated ship to save me.”
“And the last survivors of an alien race…”
“Of course, it was not just for me. Still, I am extremely grateful.”
“Is that why you’re here? Cause you’re grateful?”
Her hand touches exactly the same spot as in the infirmary.
“I am here because I cannot imagine being anywhere else right now.”
Adrift
“Rodney did not mean…”
“I told him not to dammit! What do I do now, huh?”
“You could go see her, talk to her, hear what she has to say.”
“We don’t even know if that’s Elizabeth, or if an armada of Replicators isn’t closing in on us right now. I can’t…”
“You could carry on with our original plan, have an EMP brought and the nanites deactivated. Or you could see this as an opportunity. She is still here, we all are. Perhaps our luck is stretching a little farther in returning our friend.”
“You should go see her.”
“She’ll wonder why it’s not you.”
“No. She won’t.”
Lifeline
“I heard your mission was successful. Elizabeth?”
“She’s still on the planet. But we’ll get her back, one way or the other. I promise.”
“You should go, they have installed the ZPM. Rodney will be waiting for you on the bridge.”
“Teyla…”
“We have been living on borrowed time since that infection. It was bound to run out sooner or later. Maybe we should be thankful it was later.”
“I don’t feel very thankful. Are you gonna be okay?”
“Rodney. And yes, I will be.”
Reunion
“Ronon is thinking of leaving Atlantis.”
“That’s a good idea. He never goes anywhere, even on vacation. He’s like a human…”
“For good, to join his Satedan friends.”
“He wants to leave here, to live on the run attacking the Wraith? How is that a good idea?!”
“He perceives them to be his family. I tried to reason with him but danger was never a deterrent to him.”
“It didn’t stop you from joining us.”
“Will you talk to him?”
“Noooo! That’s a bad idea. He’s a big boy Teyla, and if he wants to leave his team and all he can do here, to run around and go on strikes against the Wraith, then by all means… He’s a very big boy.”
“I would miss him too.”
“Can we talk about this later? I’m starving.”
Travelers
“So she was... hot?”
“In a really bland sort of way.”
“Bland?”
“Well, she was trying to kill me.”
“I have never noticed any blandness effect in high-risk situations.”
“Maybe it’s a guy thing, or maybe you should pay better attention?”
“The next time someone is trying to kill me? Interesting approach, but I should think that noticing any such physical traits and allowing yourself to be influenced by them in high-risk situations would most definitely be ‘a guy thing’.”
“Did you just use a whole lot of words to mock me?”
“Do not worry Col. Soon I shall also appear very bland.”
Tabula Rasa
“No, I did not ‘freak out’.”
“If I’d faced the prospects of ending up alone, in the city, with amnesiacs and eventually hundreds of dead bodies, with no way off the planet, I would have freaked out too. And I’d admit to it.”
“It is a good thing you were one of the amnesiacs then.”
“Come on... you can tell me. Not even a little?”
“No.”
“Soldiers chasing you, everyone’s lives resting on our shoulders…”
“I am trying to watch the movie.”
“Luke enters a murderous rage and kills Leia before marrying Darth Vader.”
“Is he not his father?”
“Why won’t you admit it? There’s something shady afoot. You and McKay get carried away typing up the program? Or maybe an incident in the brig with Lorne? Shame you, they were amnesiacs!”
“So were you.”
“Uh…”
“Can I watch the movie now? I am quite looking forward to the murderous rage, I can relate.”
Genre: Episode tag / ficlets
Summary: John and Teyla, talking.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.
Because everything I write lately takes up eight Word pages and I never bothered to look for that tielan post where she explains how to bypass this particular problem. So here's part 2.
The Real World
“Dr. Weir is safe.”
“And host to millions of tiny nanites.”
“Rodney disabled them.”
“For now.”
“I understand you have to be the one considering these things and what you might have to do, should it come to that. But for now, can we not just be thankful our friend is still alive?”
Echoes
“Hey there… you’re making a habit of this.”
“Lying in hospital beds?”
“Yeah.”
“With Carson around, we needn’t worry too much. Besides… I have an inkling you would not play cards with me otherwise.”
“If you’d let me win once in a while…”
“Victory is to be earned Colonel. They did not teach you this during your training?”
“You know me; I must not have been listening very hard! So what do you want to play? Strip poker? Strip gin? Strip pinochle?”
“Rodney says none of these Earth games normally involve undressing.”
“Yeah, but he’s from Canada.”
The Ark
“Why are you here?”
“You flew a strange and crash-landed and antiquated ship to save me.”
“And the last survivors of an alien race…”
“Of course, it was not just for me. Still, I am extremely grateful.”
“Is that why you’re here? Cause you’re grateful?”
Her hand touches exactly the same spot as in the infirmary.
“I am here because I cannot imagine being anywhere else right now.”
Adrift
“Rodney did not mean…”
“I told him not to dammit! What do I do now, huh?”
“You could go see her, talk to her, hear what she has to say.”
“We don’t even know if that’s Elizabeth, or if an armada of Replicators isn’t closing in on us right now. I can’t…”
“You could carry on with our original plan, have an EMP brought and the nanites deactivated. Or you could see this as an opportunity. She is still here, we all are. Perhaps our luck is stretching a little farther in returning our friend.”
“You should go see her.”
“She’ll wonder why it’s not you.”
“No. She won’t.”
Lifeline
“I heard your mission was successful. Elizabeth?”
“She’s still on the planet. But we’ll get her back, one way or the other. I promise.”
“You should go, they have installed the ZPM. Rodney will be waiting for you on the bridge.”
“Teyla…”
“We have been living on borrowed time since that infection. It was bound to run out sooner or later. Maybe we should be thankful it was later.”
“I don’t feel very thankful. Are you gonna be okay?”
“Rodney. And yes, I will be.”
Reunion
“Ronon is thinking of leaving Atlantis.”
“That’s a good idea. He never goes anywhere, even on vacation. He’s like a human…”
“For good, to join his Satedan friends.”
“He wants to leave here, to live on the run attacking the Wraith? How is that a good idea?!”
“He perceives them to be his family. I tried to reason with him but danger was never a deterrent to him.”
“It didn’t stop you from joining us.”
“Will you talk to him?”
“Noooo! That’s a bad idea. He’s a big boy Teyla, and if he wants to leave his team and all he can do here, to run around and go on strikes against the Wraith, then by all means… He’s a very big boy.”
“I would miss him too.”
“Can we talk about this later? I’m starving.”
Travelers
“So she was... hot?”
“In a really bland sort of way.”
“Bland?”
“Well, she was trying to kill me.”
“I have never noticed any blandness effect in high-risk situations.”
“Maybe it’s a guy thing, or maybe you should pay better attention?”
“The next time someone is trying to kill me? Interesting approach, but I should think that noticing any such physical traits and allowing yourself to be influenced by them in high-risk situations would most definitely be ‘a guy thing’.”
“Did you just use a whole lot of words to mock me?”
“Do not worry Col. Soon I shall also appear very bland.”
Tabula Rasa
“No, I did not ‘freak out’.”
“If I’d faced the prospects of ending up alone, in the city, with amnesiacs and eventually hundreds of dead bodies, with no way off the planet, I would have freaked out too. And I’d admit to it.”
“It is a good thing you were one of the amnesiacs then.”
“Come on... you can tell me. Not even a little?”
“No.”
“Soldiers chasing you, everyone’s lives resting on our shoulders…”
“I am trying to watch the movie.”
“Luke enters a murderous rage and kills Leia before marrying Darth Vader.”
“Is he not his father?”
“Why won’t you admit it? There’s something shady afoot. You and McKay get carried away typing up the program? Or maybe an incident in the brig with Lorne? Shame you, they were amnesiacs!”
“So were you.”
“Uh…”
“Can I watch the movie now? I am quite looking forward to the murderous rage, I can relate.”