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Title: Re-Activation
Rating: G
Pairing(s): None
Word Count: 827
Re-activation wasn’t supposed to occur. At least, that’s what FRAN had assumed when she had been activated previously and had fulfilled her purpose accordingly. Everything had gone dark, and she was gone. Neither sadness nor happiness, just a vast blackness as far as the eye could see. She had no qualms with this, as she had fulfilled her purpose in life; there was no need for an afterlife.
--
The day came when FRAN opened her eyes again. She had felt confusion and a slight fear - had she not completed her mission as she had originally thought? Relief of familiarity flooded her when she saw Doctor’s McKay and Zelenka, the prior looking excitable, the latter looking nervous.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Dr. Zelenka spoke to Dr. McKay, his anxiousness quite apparent.
“Look, Radek, regardless of if it’s a good idea or not, we need her, and Sam’s given it the go-ahead. She’s harmless, same as she was before,” McKay was looking at his tablet and fluttered a hand in FRAN’s direction, shrugging her off.
She realized that she was restrained to a table of sorts when she tried to move, and Dr. Zelenka, sensing her discomfort, carefully released her restraints. As she climbed down from the table, she stood in front of the two scientists, smiling.
“Hello!” She chirped.
--
FRAN had been helping the Atlantis personnel with an important project, although even the details were a mystery to her. Still, she was happy to be of service to those who had given her life in the first place. The area’s she could go were limited, but she found Doctor McKay’s lab a little bit like home, so she didn’t mind.
She walked around his lab slowly, examining all of the things that she had before, running her hands over textures of things; analyzing and comparing them to other textures she had felt. Happiness and familiarity flooded her when Doctor McKay burst into his office, although he looked rattled. He often looked rattled, but this was different.
“FRAN, oh thank you. You’re still here, I’m so glad…” He ran across the lab and grabbed his tablet, when Doctor Zelenka burst in the lab as well.
“Is something the matter?” Despite her cheery persona, she found herself confused and concerned - everyone had been so nice to her; so friendly. What had changed?
“The SGC has been de-classified - sort of a mix-up, really. A big mix-up, but still…a particular part of the military found out about our base here, and well, that we were keeping…um…” Zelenka trailed off, looking uncomfortably to Rodney.
“…That you’re still active, FRAN. Sam gave us the go-ahead, but it was sort of…you know…off the record? Most things here are kept that way, but with the military commandos rushing through the Stargate any minute…” McKay didn’t look at her, but continued frantically tapping at his tablet as Zelenka moved across the room and motioned for her to go to her lab table.
Fear entered her system for the first time, and she didn’t like it at all. Her steps paused as she became aware of where she was being pointed; her birthing table, so to speak. Would it now be her death-bed?
“Please. Allow me to go off-world, and I promise that I will power-down and wait there to be re-activated,” She looked from Zelenka to McKay, and while the prior looked empathetic, the latter still seemed rattled.
“I’m sorry, FRAN…but you don’t want to be taken back to the SGC with these people. They would probably put you in a place called Area 51…it…wouldn’t be a pleasant experience for you, and you’d be stuck like that. We can’t allow that to happen to you,” Zelenka spoke softly as he placed a hand on her shoulder, and she wondered if the glistening in his eyes were tears.
“Okay,” was all she allowed herself to say, unsure of how to deal with the whirlwind of emotions that seemed to be electrifying her system.
As she laid down on the table, she looked down at them both and smiled the best that she could.
“I’m…scared,” she confessed, her smile breaking slightly. Zelenka put his hand to his mouth and looked towards the ground, but McKay’s reaction surprised her. He reached out and took her cold hand and stroked it softly.
“It’s alright, FRAN. It’ll be just like before when we went through it. I promise that when you open your eyes next, everything will be okay. Just…close your eyes,” he let go of her hand, and she nodded.
“Thank you for giving me the chance to help Atlantis one last time, Doctor’s. Thank you,” she whispered, her own eyes brimming with tears, although she wasn’t sure how…
“Goodnight, FRAN,” McKay whispered to her as her final feeling was a tear rolling down her cheek before she closed her eyes, and felt nothing more.
Darkness.
Re-activation wasn’t supposed to occur, but it did.
Pain.
Title: Re-Activation
Rating: G
Pairing(s): None
Word Count: 827
Re-activation wasn’t supposed to occur. At least, that’s what FRAN had assumed when she had been activated previously and had fulfilled her purpose accordingly. Everything had gone dark, and she was gone. Neither sadness nor happiness, just a vast blackness as far as the eye could see. She had no qualms with this, as she had fulfilled her purpose in life; there was no need for an afterlife.
--
The day came when FRAN opened her eyes again. She had felt confusion and a slight fear - had she not completed her mission as she had originally thought? Relief of familiarity flooded her when she saw Doctor’s McKay and Zelenka, the prior looking excitable, the latter looking nervous.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Dr. Zelenka spoke to Dr. McKay, his anxiousness quite apparent.
“Look, Radek, regardless of if it’s a good idea or not, we need her, and Sam’s given it the go-ahead. She’s harmless, same as she was before,” McKay was looking at his tablet and fluttered a hand in FRAN’s direction, shrugging her off.
She realized that she was restrained to a table of sorts when she tried to move, and Dr. Zelenka, sensing her discomfort, carefully released her restraints. As she climbed down from the table, she stood in front of the two scientists, smiling.
“Hello!” She chirped.
--
FRAN had been helping the Atlantis personnel with an important project, although even the details were a mystery to her. Still, she was happy to be of service to those who had given her life in the first place. The area’s she could go were limited, but she found Doctor McKay’s lab a little bit like home, so she didn’t mind.
She walked around his lab slowly, examining all of the things that she had before, running her hands over textures of things; analyzing and comparing them to other textures she had felt. Happiness and familiarity flooded her when Doctor McKay burst into his office, although he looked rattled. He often looked rattled, but this was different.
“FRAN, oh thank you. You’re still here, I’m so glad…” He ran across the lab and grabbed his tablet, when Doctor Zelenka burst in the lab as well.
“Is something the matter?” Despite her cheery persona, she found herself confused and concerned - everyone had been so nice to her; so friendly. What had changed?
“The SGC has been de-classified - sort of a mix-up, really. A big mix-up, but still…a particular part of the military found out about our base here, and well, that we were keeping…um…” Zelenka trailed off, looking uncomfortably to Rodney.
“…That you’re still active, FRAN. Sam gave us the go-ahead, but it was sort of…you know…off the record? Most things here are kept that way, but with the military commandos rushing through the Stargate any minute…” McKay didn’t look at her, but continued frantically tapping at his tablet as Zelenka moved across the room and motioned for her to go to her lab table.
Fear entered her system for the first time, and she didn’t like it at all. Her steps paused as she became aware of where she was being pointed; her birthing table, so to speak. Would it now be her death-bed?
“Please. Allow me to go off-world, and I promise that I will power-down and wait there to be re-activated,” She looked from Zelenka to McKay, and while the prior looked empathetic, the latter still seemed rattled.
“I’m sorry, FRAN…but you don’t want to be taken back to the SGC with these people. They would probably put you in a place called Area 51…it…wouldn’t be a pleasant experience for you, and you’d be stuck like that. We can’t allow that to happen to you,” Zelenka spoke softly as he placed a hand on her shoulder, and she wondered if the glistening in his eyes were tears.
“Okay,” was all she allowed herself to say, unsure of how to deal with the whirlwind of emotions that seemed to be electrifying her system.
As she laid down on the table, she looked down at them both and smiled the best that she could.
“I’m…scared,” she confessed, her smile breaking slightly. Zelenka put his hand to his mouth and looked towards the ground, but McKay’s reaction surprised her. He reached out and took her cold hand and stroked it softly.
“It’s alright, FRAN. It’ll be just like before when we went through it. I promise that when you open your eyes next, everything will be okay. Just…close your eyes,” he let go of her hand, and she nodded.
“Thank you for giving me the chance to help Atlantis one last time, Doctor’s. Thank you,” she whispered, her own eyes brimming with tears, although she wasn’t sure how…
“Goodnight, FRAN,” McKay whispered to her as her final feeling was a tear rolling down her cheek before she closed her eyes, and felt nothing more.
Darkness.
Re-activation wasn’t supposed to occur, but it did.
Pain.