2 Teyla ficlets, SGA
Since I like to have copies of things on my journal...
Two comment!fics written for the teylafen Prompt Battle
Distractions, Teyla/Lorne, PG
prompt: Teyla/Lorne, water
She leaned against the bulkhead door and let the bright Lantean sun warm her face as she watched him swim. He moved through the water with more ease than one would suspect from someone of his build - she thought him more the type to play the colonel’s football. And maybe he did, but today he swam.
Teyla pushed off of wall, laughing to herself as he remained oblivious to her. “You are in rare form this afternoon, major,” she said brightly as she sat down on the edge of the pier, letting her feet dangle and splash in the cool ocean water.
Lorne’s head popped up from the water as soon as he registered the voice, his expression amused as he paddled back towards her. “Evan,” he reminded her gently, wrapping his arms around her legs and pressing his lips gently against her bare knees.
“Evan,” she murmured, repeating the name and letting his roll over her tongue as she thread her fingers into his wet hair. “You do not usually escape like this during the day.”
Lorne laughed as he reached up and slipped his hand underneath her top. “Sure I do. I just don’t usually get caught.” He smiled as she took the hint, pulling off her shirt slowly and tossed it back on top of the pile of his clothing, her pants quickly following. “McKay was looking for someone to activate this doodad and the colonel suggested me. I escaped just in time,” he chuckled, pulling her into the water with him as soon as she was undressed.
She wiped the spray from her face as she resurfaced, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands circled her waist. “I did not mean to disturb your hiding place,” she added, unable to hide her amusement as his hand drifted lower down her back. “If you prefer-”
He cut her off with a kiss, momentarily forgetting to tread water as her body pressed against his. “A welcome disturbance,” he assured her quietly.
The city doors slid open once more, Lorne swearing softly before ducking back under the water and shifting as far under the overhang of the pier as he could. “Major?” Rodney yelled. “Major! I know you’re out here!”
“Rodney,” Teyla replied calmly, lifting herself to rest on her elbows atop the overhang. “May I help you?”
Rodney paused, confused. “I’m looking for Major Lorne. He’s supposed to help me this afternoon. Sheppard said he was walking out here, and I’m a very busy man, there are only so many hours in a day and I need to get this… this thing working so I can move on to more important matters worthy of the expenditure of my brain power,” he rambled, waving a small device that Teyla had never seen before.
She managed to hide a small gasp as she felt Lorne’s hands slip between her legs. She attempted to kick him, but to no avail as his fingers began to move quicker against her skin. “I am afraid he is not here,” she answered, her voice breathy and she hoped he wouldn’t question her further.
Rodney considered, looking from Teyla to the pile of clothing on the pier and back to her. “Those aren’t your clothes,” he pointed out. “Are you blushing?” he snapped. “You know where he is, don’t you?”
Teyla could feel the heat rising in her face, flushing her skin as his fingers continued to move against her. “He is not here,” she said, forcing herself to reply evenly.
“Then why are you just swimming about out there like… like…” Rodney tried, waving the device as he tried to find the right words.
“It is my bleeding time, Rodney,” Teyla replied, the lie smooth as she pressed her legs together against Lorne’s fingers so that she could concentrate. “The water helps to ease the pain. If you would care to join me…” she trailed off with a smile, fully expecting his stunned expression and babbled excuses as he backed off quickly and disappeared back into the city. “He is gone, Evan,” she murmured, dropping back down into the water.
Evan grinned. “Good. McKay’ll find someone else to bother.”
“Yes, he will.”
“How long until the colonel comes looking for me himself?” Evan chuckled, pulling her against him once more and pressing a line of kisses into her shoulder.
Teyla sighed, threading her fingers through his hair and holding onto the overhang for support. “Not long enough. But we will have make do,” she added with a chuckle.
Five Went In, Charin, G
prompt: Teyla & Athosians, change
Charin could feel the waves of change in the air even before Tagan died. He had been sick, sick for so long but he held on until there was nothing left to hold on to, and the people of Athos waited. They waited for the group to return, to see which one would return victorious and be honored with the title Emmagan, and lead the people of Athos.
The elders chose the persons who would be tested. There was Goran, son of Hillas, Pollar, son of Barick, Chillan, son of Tellan, Halling, son of Boran, and Teyla, daughter of Tagan.
Five went into the forest, and their people waited to see who would return first.
It had been three days, but Charin had no doubt who would emerge first. She was the one who vouched for Teyla, a child of her heart, just as the Tagan had been. She’d watched Teyla grow from a child, painting pictures and singing the songs of the Ancients that Charin taught her. Those were a mother’s lessons to her daughter, but Teyla’s mother had died when the girl was so young, so very young. Charin knew the child would learn skills for her life from her father, for Tagan was an excellent teacher and an excellent leader for their people, but Teyla also needed someone to teach her the skills of the heart, skills in which Charin excelled.
She’d known since Teyla was born that she would be a great leader for the Athosian people. She’d felt it in her bones, and when Charin knew something, she was never wrong. Although she knew, she kept it to herself, wanting Teyla to prove herself, to take up her father’s mantle and the title of Emmagan for their people of her own choosing. Too often when people are told where their path lies, they rebel against the inevitable, or they attempt to get by without the hard work necessary.
So she kept it to herself, watching Teyla grow into the young woman of seventeen cycles who would accept the challenge to go into the forest without food or water and not emerge until the Ancestors showed her the tuttleflower that would signal the Ancestors’ approval of her bid to lead her people, or she was told that it had bloomed for another and she returned to celebrate the title passing to another. The root of the plant was common, but the plant rarely bloomed the large, orange flower it was capable of, and the tradition said that the Ancestors would allow the plant to bloom only for the rightful leader of the Athosian people. So they sent the young whom the elders believed had the skills to lead their people and waited, waited to see whom the Ancestors would mark as their leader.
Four days passed before Teyla returned, slowed from hunger and exhaustion, the five-petaled flower settled comfortably in her hair. The residents of the village ran to see the woman, the woman, whom the Ancestors had declared their leader. There hadn’t been a woman to lead the Athosians since before the last culling, since before Charin’s memories, and they were understandably surprised and in awe of the young woman who could not contain her happiness at the knowledge that she would serve her people as her father had.
And while Charin was happy, she was not surprised. She’d seen greatness in Teyla - a depth of spirit and a well of strength that would serve her well, and serve their people well. Their people would survive, just as they always did, and Teyla would lead them through the difficulties could feel coming.
Change was in the air, and change was in her bones. Before Teyla emerged from the forest, she thought that the change was that Teyla would wear the leader’s title and mantle, a woman, a young woman leading their people, but no. It was more than that. A more permanent change, but Charin could not vocalize what it might be.
Whatever it was, it was coming. And Teyla would be the one to lead their people through it, long after Charin was gone, that she knew for certain.
She finally rose from her bench, her knees protesting the movement. Charin joined the people circling Teyla, daughter of Tagan -- who would now be honored as Teyla Emmagan, leader of the Athosian people.
A change was coming, and Teyla Emmagan would lead them through. Their people would survive, of this Charin, daughter of Hallan, was sure.
Two comment!fics written for the teylafen Prompt Battle
Distractions, Teyla/Lorne, PG
prompt: Teyla/Lorne, water
She leaned against the bulkhead door and let the bright Lantean sun warm her face as she watched him swim. He moved through the water with more ease than one would suspect from someone of his build - she thought him more the type to play the colonel’s football. And maybe he did, but today he swam.
Teyla pushed off of wall, laughing to herself as he remained oblivious to her. “You are in rare form this afternoon, major,” she said brightly as she sat down on the edge of the pier, letting her feet dangle and splash in the cool ocean water.
Lorne’s head popped up from the water as soon as he registered the voice, his expression amused as he paddled back towards her. “Evan,” he reminded her gently, wrapping his arms around her legs and pressing his lips gently against her bare knees.
“Evan,” she murmured, repeating the name and letting his roll over her tongue as she thread her fingers into his wet hair. “You do not usually escape like this during the day.”
Lorne laughed as he reached up and slipped his hand underneath her top. “Sure I do. I just don’t usually get caught.” He smiled as she took the hint, pulling off her shirt slowly and tossed it back on top of the pile of his clothing, her pants quickly following. “McKay was looking for someone to activate this doodad and the colonel suggested me. I escaped just in time,” he chuckled, pulling her into the water with him as soon as she was undressed.
She wiped the spray from her face as she resurfaced, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands circled her waist. “I did not mean to disturb your hiding place,” she added, unable to hide her amusement as his hand drifted lower down her back. “If you prefer-”
He cut her off with a kiss, momentarily forgetting to tread water as her body pressed against his. “A welcome disturbance,” he assured her quietly.
The city doors slid open once more, Lorne swearing softly before ducking back under the water and shifting as far under the overhang of the pier as he could. “Major?” Rodney yelled. “Major! I know you’re out here!”
“Rodney,” Teyla replied calmly, lifting herself to rest on her elbows atop the overhang. “May I help you?”
Rodney paused, confused. “I’m looking for Major Lorne. He’s supposed to help me this afternoon. Sheppard said he was walking out here, and I’m a very busy man, there are only so many hours in a day and I need to get this… this thing working so I can move on to more important matters worthy of the expenditure of my brain power,” he rambled, waving a small device that Teyla had never seen before.
She managed to hide a small gasp as she felt Lorne’s hands slip between her legs. She attempted to kick him, but to no avail as his fingers began to move quicker against her skin. “I am afraid he is not here,” she answered, her voice breathy and she hoped he wouldn’t question her further.
Rodney considered, looking from Teyla to the pile of clothing on the pier and back to her. “Those aren’t your clothes,” he pointed out. “Are you blushing?” he snapped. “You know where he is, don’t you?”
Teyla could feel the heat rising in her face, flushing her skin as his fingers continued to move against her. “He is not here,” she said, forcing herself to reply evenly.
“Then why are you just swimming about out there like… like…” Rodney tried, waving the device as he tried to find the right words.
“It is my bleeding time, Rodney,” Teyla replied, the lie smooth as she pressed her legs together against Lorne’s fingers so that she could concentrate. “The water helps to ease the pain. If you would care to join me…” she trailed off with a smile, fully expecting his stunned expression and babbled excuses as he backed off quickly and disappeared back into the city. “He is gone, Evan,” she murmured, dropping back down into the water.
Evan grinned. “Good. McKay’ll find someone else to bother.”
“Yes, he will.”
“How long until the colonel comes looking for me himself?” Evan chuckled, pulling her against him once more and pressing a line of kisses into her shoulder.
Teyla sighed, threading her fingers through his hair and holding onto the overhang for support. “Not long enough. But we will have make do,” she added with a chuckle.
Five Went In, Charin, G
prompt: Teyla & Athosians, change
Charin could feel the waves of change in the air even before Tagan died. He had been sick, sick for so long but he held on until there was nothing left to hold on to, and the people of Athos waited. They waited for the group to return, to see which one would return victorious and be honored with the title Emmagan, and lead the people of Athos.
The elders chose the persons who would be tested. There was Goran, son of Hillas, Pollar, son of Barick, Chillan, son of Tellan, Halling, son of Boran, and Teyla, daughter of Tagan.
Five went into the forest, and their people waited to see who would return first.
It had been three days, but Charin had no doubt who would emerge first. She was the one who vouched for Teyla, a child of her heart, just as the Tagan had been. She’d watched Teyla grow from a child, painting pictures and singing the songs of the Ancients that Charin taught her. Those were a mother’s lessons to her daughter, but Teyla’s mother had died when the girl was so young, so very young. Charin knew the child would learn skills for her life from her father, for Tagan was an excellent teacher and an excellent leader for their people, but Teyla also needed someone to teach her the skills of the heart, skills in which Charin excelled.
She’d known since Teyla was born that she would be a great leader for the Athosian people. She’d felt it in her bones, and when Charin knew something, she was never wrong. Although she knew, she kept it to herself, wanting Teyla to prove herself, to take up her father’s mantle and the title of Emmagan for their people of her own choosing. Too often when people are told where their path lies, they rebel against the inevitable, or they attempt to get by without the hard work necessary.
So she kept it to herself, watching Teyla grow into the young woman of seventeen cycles who would accept the challenge to go into the forest without food or water and not emerge until the Ancestors showed her the tuttleflower that would signal the Ancestors’ approval of her bid to lead her people, or she was told that it had bloomed for another and she returned to celebrate the title passing to another. The root of the plant was common, but the plant rarely bloomed the large, orange flower it was capable of, and the tradition said that the Ancestors would allow the plant to bloom only for the rightful leader of the Athosian people. So they sent the young whom the elders believed had the skills to lead their people and waited, waited to see whom the Ancestors would mark as their leader.
Four days passed before Teyla returned, slowed from hunger and exhaustion, the five-petaled flower settled comfortably in her hair. The residents of the village ran to see the woman, the woman, whom the Ancestors had declared their leader. There hadn’t been a woman to lead the Athosians since before the last culling, since before Charin’s memories, and they were understandably surprised and in awe of the young woman who could not contain her happiness at the knowledge that she would serve her people as her father had.
And while Charin was happy, she was not surprised. She’d seen greatness in Teyla - a depth of spirit and a well of strength that would serve her well, and serve their people well. Their people would survive, just as they always did, and Teyla would lead them through the difficulties could feel coming.
Change was in the air, and change was in her bones. Before Teyla emerged from the forest, she thought that the change was that Teyla would wear the leader’s title and mantle, a woman, a young woman leading their people, but no. It was more than that. A more permanent change, but Charin could not vocalize what it might be.
Whatever it was, it was coming. And Teyla would be the one to lead their people through it, long after Charin was gone, that she knew for certain.
She finally rose from her bench, her knees protesting the movement. Charin joined the people circling Teyla, daughter of Tagan -- who would now be honored as Teyla Emmagan, leader of the Athosian people.
A change was coming, and Teyla Emmagan would lead them through. Their people would survive, of this Charin, daughter of Hallan, was sure.