I haven't updated in rather a while...
Because of school and these challenges of doom! So glad they are done, though they were fun to write.
Title: Jonas
Written for: the_zazu
Ubiquitous was hardly the correct word to describe the name. Really, if Elizabeth thought about it, it had only came up on a few occasions during her brief time at the SGC, but it was always enough to remind her of what an outsider she was. To be sure, she’d read all the mission reports, had some idea of this man - an alien who came to the base for a year and loved the Weather channel - but while she intellectually understood why people looked sideways at Dr. Jackson whenever anyone mentioned Jonas’s name, she never quite felt part of the organization in those moments in which all the people under her command remembered a man she’d never met. When she was told about her reassignment and after her initial sadness - she had grown quite fond of her job in Cheyenne Mountain - she felt what amounted to a flood of relief, for she could get a fresh start, free from the quiet, gentle resentment that plagued her from the SG teams as General Hammond’s successor, and, for all she followed generally acceptable policy, as something of an outsider there.
Immediately upon arriving in Antarctica Elizabeth was greeted with a group of impatient scientists, all desperate to apply their theories and try their experiments - which, apparently, were all more important than the others and all needed to be accomplished during the same time slot the next morning. She looked around, trying in vain to at least get a few names - Mary Jonas, who was tall, loud, and carried a clipboard, particularly attracted her attention; she thought that she’d managed to escape Jonas when she boarded the airplane - but at last picked a blue-eyed, condescending scientist whose plan, she supposed, sounded approximately the best. As the scientists grumbled their way back to their stations with the victor gloating in their midst, Elizabeth craned her head to see his nametag. That certainly wasn’t the last time she would see Dr. Rodney McKay - he came into her makeshift office several times that day, always with the same intensity that bordered on rudeness whenever she said something he didn’t like. His unpleasantness, however, decreased throughout the day, until by the end of it they were on quite civil terms; in the days that followed before Dr. Jackson made his discovery, he even became something of a friend to her.
On their last day in Antarctica, Rodney met her as she was packing papers in her office and randomly began talking about all the things he hoped to find when they went to Atlantis. As the conversation rapidly went over her head and he was left talking alone, his voice moving faster as he became excited by just thinking about the scientific prospects there, she briefly reflected on her personnel, all desperate, no matter what their job title, to get to Atlantis in the name of discovery, and as she watched Rodney’s sharp, long-lashed eyes, she vaguely wondered if Jonas, too, had ever found a place where he felt at home.
Title: Night Watch
Written for: rodlox
Peter has some trouble reconciling what he feels intellectually with his emotions. Even when he was a child, somewhat shy and quiet but pleasant enough on the whole, he’d find himself unable to make big decisions due to this inner conflict; consequently, when he is informed that he’s been selected for the Atlantis mission he is surprised that he agrees to come along with little hesitation. To be sure, he does not have many emotional ties to Earth, but this new decisiveness is strange to him, and though he is grateful for both the opportunity and this new skill, he still wonders faintly if something is wrong with him as he walks through the Atlantis gate.
Within a few days after their initial, panicked start, Peter’s fears are assuaged - he is still himself, worrying over whether or not to try to form relationships greater than that of a nodding acquaintance with his colleagues, emotionally longing for a friend, but intellectually disapproving of the idea of wasting time that could be spent working. Making friends is rather difficult, anyhow, for the majority of the other scientists, with the exception of Rodney McKay, do not frequent the control room with a particularly high frequency. Despite all this, however, Peter is caught up in the tide of excitement that sweeps the base when the latest discovery, scientific or not, is made - look, everyone seems to day, isn’t this fascinating? - by people interested with fervency Peter hasn’t seen for years.
As the months move on more of these discoveries are made every day, so many that the scientific social circle has become rather moot, with most of the scientists spending all the time they can find in their labs. Peter has made a discovery of a non-intellectual sort - he was wrong about it being so difficult to find anyone to talk to on Atlantis, or to make time for it. He’s made friends with a few other scientists when he sees them on occasion - they often wonder at how he is always around to talk to in the control room, never seeming to sleep - and some of the members of the military, too, have accepted him as a worthy companion. Most of all, though, he’s discovered that Elizabeth Weir is a wonderfully intelligent person who is awake even longer than he on the long nights that he works when the only sounds are waves hitting the city and the soft murmur of computers in the control room. She’s always reading a stack of papers - mission reports, he supposes, though he’s never asked her - and she usually has a cup of tea. She doesn’t talk very much - most of the time not at all - but somehow the professionalism she keeps so carefully during the day falls away at about three in the morning, and they occasionally have nice conversations about the latest happenings and gossip around Atlantis. They never talk about anything personal, but Peter gets the feeling sometimes that, perhaps, Weir understands why he’s there.
There are certain people on Atlantis that Peter does not like half so much as Weir. Rodney McKay is his complete antithesis, he thinks - he’s loud, obnoxious, self-centered, and arrogant - and he is amazed that Weir talks to him with such obvious liking. Peter is comforted, though, by the fact that his name never shows up in their late-night chats, and he manages to feel only a mild resentment toward McKay during the majority of the time he’s around. One night, however, he begins to wonder - just a bit, of course, it cannot be anything important - if there is a reason to loathe McKay after all.
Weir is scanning her stack of papers just as she always does, and Peter is glancing in her direction, his eyes idly caught by some movement of her thin hand when suddenly she looks up keenly. Peter turns to see Rodney standing in the doorway, and for just a moment there is an expression on the man’s face that is not - though Peter hardly wishes to acknowledge it - typically egocentric, is an expression implying something that Peter, at the moment, is not really inclined to consider. McKay starts as he sees that Weir is watching him, and then he remembers why he came, and begins babbling about something that she just has to see right now, something that could revolutionize everything, and Peter is delighted intellectually - what McKay is saying is fascinating - but at the moment such considerations are overridden for once by a feeling quite decisively there as he sees the expression on Weir’s face as she watches the other scientist speak.
Yay! I'm glad to be done - I had no idea that writing Stargate fanfic would be so difficult... I want to try McKay POV next time - I suspect that it'll be easier than Weir and AMAZINGLY INCREDIBLY ASTOUNDINGLY easier to write than Grodin. Peter = difficult character to grasp, at least for me...
Title: Jonas
Written for: the_zazu
Ubiquitous was hardly the correct word to describe the name. Really, if Elizabeth thought about it, it had only came up on a few occasions during her brief time at the SGC, but it was always enough to remind her of what an outsider she was. To be sure, she’d read all the mission reports, had some idea of this man - an alien who came to the base for a year and loved the Weather channel - but while she intellectually understood why people looked sideways at Dr. Jackson whenever anyone mentioned Jonas’s name, she never quite felt part of the organization in those moments in which all the people under her command remembered a man she’d never met. When she was told about her reassignment and after her initial sadness - she had grown quite fond of her job in Cheyenne Mountain - she felt what amounted to a flood of relief, for she could get a fresh start, free from the quiet, gentle resentment that plagued her from the SG teams as General Hammond’s successor, and, for all she followed generally acceptable policy, as something of an outsider there.
Immediately upon arriving in Antarctica Elizabeth was greeted with a group of impatient scientists, all desperate to apply their theories and try their experiments - which, apparently, were all more important than the others and all needed to be accomplished during the same time slot the next morning. She looked around, trying in vain to at least get a few names - Mary Jonas, who was tall, loud, and carried a clipboard, particularly attracted her attention; she thought that she’d managed to escape Jonas when she boarded the airplane - but at last picked a blue-eyed, condescending scientist whose plan, she supposed, sounded approximately the best. As the scientists grumbled their way back to their stations with the victor gloating in their midst, Elizabeth craned her head to see his nametag. That certainly wasn’t the last time she would see Dr. Rodney McKay - he came into her makeshift office several times that day, always with the same intensity that bordered on rudeness whenever she said something he didn’t like. His unpleasantness, however, decreased throughout the day, until by the end of it they were on quite civil terms; in the days that followed before Dr. Jackson made his discovery, he even became something of a friend to her.
On their last day in Antarctica, Rodney met her as she was packing papers in her office and randomly began talking about all the things he hoped to find when they went to Atlantis. As the conversation rapidly went over her head and he was left talking alone, his voice moving faster as he became excited by just thinking about the scientific prospects there, she briefly reflected on her personnel, all desperate, no matter what their job title, to get to Atlantis in the name of discovery, and as she watched Rodney’s sharp, long-lashed eyes, she vaguely wondered if Jonas, too, had ever found a place where he felt at home.
Title: Night Watch
Written for: rodlox
Peter has some trouble reconciling what he feels intellectually with his emotions. Even when he was a child, somewhat shy and quiet but pleasant enough on the whole, he’d find himself unable to make big decisions due to this inner conflict; consequently, when he is informed that he’s been selected for the Atlantis mission he is surprised that he agrees to come along with little hesitation. To be sure, he does not have many emotional ties to Earth, but this new decisiveness is strange to him, and though he is grateful for both the opportunity and this new skill, he still wonders faintly if something is wrong with him as he walks through the Atlantis gate.
Within a few days after their initial, panicked start, Peter’s fears are assuaged - he is still himself, worrying over whether or not to try to form relationships greater than that of a nodding acquaintance with his colleagues, emotionally longing for a friend, but intellectually disapproving of the idea of wasting time that could be spent working. Making friends is rather difficult, anyhow, for the majority of the other scientists, with the exception of Rodney McKay, do not frequent the control room with a particularly high frequency. Despite all this, however, Peter is caught up in the tide of excitement that sweeps the base when the latest discovery, scientific or not, is made - look, everyone seems to day, isn’t this fascinating? - by people interested with fervency Peter hasn’t seen for years.
As the months move on more of these discoveries are made every day, so many that the scientific social circle has become rather moot, with most of the scientists spending all the time they can find in their labs. Peter has made a discovery of a non-intellectual sort - he was wrong about it being so difficult to find anyone to talk to on Atlantis, or to make time for it. He’s made friends with a few other scientists when he sees them on occasion - they often wonder at how he is always around to talk to in the control room, never seeming to sleep - and some of the members of the military, too, have accepted him as a worthy companion. Most of all, though, he’s discovered that Elizabeth Weir is a wonderfully intelligent person who is awake even longer than he on the long nights that he works when the only sounds are waves hitting the city and the soft murmur of computers in the control room. She’s always reading a stack of papers - mission reports, he supposes, though he’s never asked her - and she usually has a cup of tea. She doesn’t talk very much - most of the time not at all - but somehow the professionalism she keeps so carefully during the day falls away at about three in the morning, and they occasionally have nice conversations about the latest happenings and gossip around Atlantis. They never talk about anything personal, but Peter gets the feeling sometimes that, perhaps, Weir understands why he’s there.
There are certain people on Atlantis that Peter does not like half so much as Weir. Rodney McKay is his complete antithesis, he thinks - he’s loud, obnoxious, self-centered, and arrogant - and he is amazed that Weir talks to him with such obvious liking. Peter is comforted, though, by the fact that his name never shows up in their late-night chats, and he manages to feel only a mild resentment toward McKay during the majority of the time he’s around. One night, however, he begins to wonder - just a bit, of course, it cannot be anything important - if there is a reason to loathe McKay after all.
Weir is scanning her stack of papers just as she always does, and Peter is glancing in her direction, his eyes idly caught by some movement of her thin hand when suddenly she looks up keenly. Peter turns to see Rodney standing in the doorway, and for just a moment there is an expression on the man’s face that is not - though Peter hardly wishes to acknowledge it - typically egocentric, is an expression implying something that Peter, at the moment, is not really inclined to consider. McKay starts as he sees that Weir is watching him, and then he remembers why he came, and begins babbling about something that she just has to see right now, something that could revolutionize everything, and Peter is delighted intellectually - what McKay is saying is fascinating - but at the moment such considerations are overridden for once by a feeling quite decisively there as he sees the expression on Weir’s face as she watches the other scientist speak.
Yay! I'm glad to be done - I had no idea that writing Stargate fanfic would be so difficult... I want to try McKay POV next time - I suspect that it'll be easier than Weir and AMAZINGLY INCREDIBLY ASTOUNDINGLY easier to write than Grodin. Peter = difficult character to grasp, at least for me...