New Fic
Fandom: Atlantis
Pairing: Porne
Rating: G
Spoilers: Follows *The Long Goodbye*.
Summary: It was obvious that they needed to evacuate the residential areas in *The Long Goodbye*. Sheppard had already shown them that it was possible to over-ride the systems manually. I decided that if this plan - which defused the situation - was obvious to me it had undoubtedly been implemented on Atlantis:-) Quietly, without being shown on the screen. This story focuses on this behind-the-scenes action and on what happens to Parrish who had to stand back and wait while Lorne was missing.
David wanted to see Nick when the nonessential personnel were first sent back to their rooms. He knew Nick was searching for the two aliens who had taken over Weir and Sheppard - and how had his life got to a point where that was even a possibility? Nick was looking for them and he was probably in danger.
But David couldn’t go to him. The most he could achieve would be to distract him and the worst could be getting him killed. He steadfastly pushed the thought of the heavily armed aliens in the bodies of the two most senior people on Atlantis away and entered his room.
He thumbed on his headset, listening intently; he was sure every other person on Atlantis was also listening in. He could hear Atlantis Control giving orders and Nick’s familiar voice responding, but he longed for a personal radio connecting the two of them.
*****
David thought he was going to die when Nick stopped responding to his radio.
He paced the room and listened to the internal radio system. He was pinned to the comforting sound of Nick’s voice reporting in and then there were raised voices, blows, and silence. Atlantis Control called for a few minutes but it was obvious that no one from Nick’s patrol was responding.
For a moment he literally couldn’t breath. Nick was missing. He couldn’t breath, he couldn’t think, he needed to go to him.
And then he realised one of the aliens had locked him in his room.
*****
David was pressed up against the wall, trying to stop the shaking, when the order came through the radio system that all personnel were to vacate their rooms. The silenced call informed them of the threat that their rooms would be flooded with gas.
Up and down the corridor people David could hear people attacking their doors. Undoubtedly some of the mechanical scientists got through almost instantly; the soldiers blew up the entry mechanisms with their guns. David didn’t bother with either of those options. He turned away from the front door and smashed the much weaker glass door at the rear. It only opened onto the balcony but from there he could jump to his neighbour’s balcony and, as he expected, Simpson had already used her engineering skills to get through her door.
Outside, in the corridor, the soldiers were doing a head count and dispersing the crowd while Simpson was jimmying the doors of those still imprisoned. The need to search for Nick was almost overwhelming, but, realistically, he couldn’t get through the bulkheads on his own. He tightened his mouth and followed his group to the puddle jumpers. He would give anything for a way to get hold of Nick right now. He would do anything, anything, to hear his voice.
*****
As soon as the general alert was over, David ran to sickbay. But Nick had already been released, because, thank God, he wasn’t seriously hurt. Then he ran to Nick’s room but he wasn’t there. He swiveled around in the doorway and ran down the corridor to his own room. He knew he looked like a loon, racing the corridors, but he absolutely did not care.
Nick was standing in the centre of the room, looking at the mess David had made of the balcony window and the overturned plants from the decking he had pushed through the shattered frame. He spun round and they hugged in the intense, silent way that people hugged at airports and hospitals and other places where people returned from long and dangerous journeys.
They didn’t even kiss, just pressed together and held on desperately. Eventually, very slowly, Nick eased back slightly. He pressed a hand to David’s face. ‘I was so worried, about you. We have to get a radio system of our own,’ he said.
Word Count: 720
Date: 16 January 2006
Pairing: Porne
Rating: G
Spoilers: Follows *The Long Goodbye*.
Summary: It was obvious that they needed to evacuate the residential areas in *The Long Goodbye*. Sheppard had already shown them that it was possible to over-ride the systems manually. I decided that if this plan - which defused the situation - was obvious to me it had undoubtedly been implemented on Atlantis:-) Quietly, without being shown on the screen. This story focuses on this behind-the-scenes action and on what happens to Parrish who had to stand back and wait while Lorne was missing.
David wanted to see Nick when the nonessential personnel were first sent back to their rooms. He knew Nick was searching for the two aliens who had taken over Weir and Sheppard - and how had his life got to a point where that was even a possibility? Nick was looking for them and he was probably in danger.
But David couldn’t go to him. The most he could achieve would be to distract him and the worst could be getting him killed. He steadfastly pushed the thought of the heavily armed aliens in the bodies of the two most senior people on Atlantis away and entered his room.
He thumbed on his headset, listening intently; he was sure every other person on Atlantis was also listening in. He could hear Atlantis Control giving orders and Nick’s familiar voice responding, but he longed for a personal radio connecting the two of them.
*****
David thought he was going to die when Nick stopped responding to his radio.
He paced the room and listened to the internal radio system. He was pinned to the comforting sound of Nick’s voice reporting in and then there were raised voices, blows, and silence. Atlantis Control called for a few minutes but it was obvious that no one from Nick’s patrol was responding.
For a moment he literally couldn’t breath. Nick was missing. He couldn’t breath, he couldn’t think, he needed to go to him.
And then he realised one of the aliens had locked him in his room.
*****
David was pressed up against the wall, trying to stop the shaking, when the order came through the radio system that all personnel were to vacate their rooms. The silenced call informed them of the threat that their rooms would be flooded with gas.
Up and down the corridor people David could hear people attacking their doors. Undoubtedly some of the mechanical scientists got through almost instantly; the soldiers blew up the entry mechanisms with their guns. David didn’t bother with either of those options. He turned away from the front door and smashed the much weaker glass door at the rear. It only opened onto the balcony but from there he could jump to his neighbour’s balcony and, as he expected, Simpson had already used her engineering skills to get through her door.
Outside, in the corridor, the soldiers were doing a head count and dispersing the crowd while Simpson was jimmying the doors of those still imprisoned. The need to search for Nick was almost overwhelming, but, realistically, he couldn’t get through the bulkheads on his own. He tightened his mouth and followed his group to the puddle jumpers. He would give anything for a way to get hold of Nick right now. He would do anything, anything, to hear his voice.
*****
As soon as the general alert was over, David ran to sickbay. But Nick had already been released, because, thank God, he wasn’t seriously hurt. Then he ran to Nick’s room but he wasn’t there. He swiveled around in the doorway and ran down the corridor to his own room. He knew he looked like a loon, racing the corridors, but he absolutely did not care.
Nick was standing in the centre of the room, looking at the mess David had made of the balcony window and the overturned plants from the decking he had pushed through the shattered frame. He spun round and they hugged in the intense, silent way that people hugged at airports and hospitals and other places where people returned from long and dangerous journeys.
They didn’t even kiss, just pressed together and held on desperately. Eventually, very slowly, Nick eased back slightly. He pressed a hand to David’s face. ‘I was so worried, about you. We have to get a radio system of our own,’ he said.
Word Count: 720
Date: 16 January 2006