Scenes From an Atlantean Restaurant (Firefly/SGA crossover)
Camellia Sinensis
Author: Rhiannon
Characters: Jayne Cobb, Ronon Dex
Pairing: none
Summary: Jayne thought things would be different, somehow.
Word Count: 747
Genre: Gen, Vignette
Rating: Teen/PG-13 (violence - Wraith and Reaver behavior)
Timeline/Spoilers: Firefly: after series, BDM never happened. SGA: mid season 2, spoilers for “Runner”
Universe/Series: Atlantis That Was / Scenes From an Atlantean Restaurant
Disclaimer: In some alternate universe I own both Firefly and Stargate Atlantis. This is not that universe.
Author's Notes: Complete Author's Notes here. crossovers100 prompt #22 - Enemies. The Chinese has mouseover translations, and translations at the end. Xie-xie to lvs2read, my lovely beta reader.
It was the middle of the night when Jayne went to the cafeteria for some tea. Someone had shown him the little packets with the pouches of leaves inside, all nice and tidy, no worrying about fishing out loose leaves. He looked at the basket of packets, all kinds of varieties. He finally settled on plain green tea, something familiar, and fixed a cup of it.
Jayne took his tea to the balcony outside the cafeteria and leaned on the railing, looking out over the city. He never did have much use for fancy buildings, since the Alliance was responsible for most of them, but Atlantis had to be the most beautiful city he’d ever seen. He sipped at the familiar taste of his tea. He thought that tea grown on Earth That Was, or Earth That Is, should taste different somehow, but it didn’t.
Hearing someone walk onto the balcony behind him, his hand automatically went for the gun he normally wore before he realized it wasn’t there. He saw Ronon approaching, walking up to the railing and leaning on it, much like he had been earlier. Jayne went back to looking out over the city, sipping from his cup.
“Everythin’ so pretty an’ shiny here?” Jayne asked after a few minutes of silence.
“You mean other worlds? Nah, nothing is close to the City of the Ancestors.”
“Thought this place was called Atlantis.”
“That’s only what the people from Earth call it.”
“Huh,” Jayne grunted. “Which planet you from, then?”
“Sateda.”
“What’s it like there?”
“The Wraith destroyed everything because we fought them. Our cities destroyed, everyone killed or culled.”
Jayne bowed his head, trying to imagine an entire world, gone.
“What’re the Wraith?”
“At first glance they look human, but they’re not. They live on people, consider us their herds,” Ronon sneered at the last word. “They have ships that are small enough to fly through the Gate when they cull a planet.”
“They eat people? Like butcherin’ a cow or somethin’?”
“No, they suck the life right out of you, through their hands,” Ronon said as he placed his right hand on Jayne’s chest. “They can take only a few years and leave a person alive or take all of them at once. Then all that’s left is a dried-up husk. They can put people in cocoons in their ships, to feed off them later.” Ronon pulled his hand away.
“Wo de ma ,” Jayne trailed off. “Sounds nearly as bad as the gorramn Reavers.”
“Reavers?” Ronon asked. “They like the Wraith?”
“Reavers used to be men, only they forgot how, or somethin’. Maybe went space-crazy. They cut themselves up like some sort of decoration,” Jayne suppressed a shudder. “They attack ships and towns, rapin’ an’ killin’ everyone they find. Sometimes they eat a person, sometimes they kill for fun. Reavers will even skin a person, make clothes out of the skins, an’ the person ain’t always dead when they start.” Jayne took a sip of his tea that had become cold.
“You’re scared of Reavers?” Ronon asked.
“Hell yeah, I’m scared of ‘em. Anyone with any brains is scared of ‘em. There ain’t any reason to ‘em. At least it sounds like the Wraith got a reason to kill. If humans are the only thing the Wraith can eat, it makes a twisted sort of sense that they hunt people,” Jayne shook his head. “How’d you manage to survive?”
“The Wraith put a transmitter in me so they could track me and released me on a planet. For seven years they hunted me and I hunted them. I found Sheppard’s team on an uninhabited planet a couple of months ago and Beckett took the transmitter out of my back. I stayed here since I don’t have anywhere to go and I can help the Atlanteans fight the Wraith,” Ronon paused. “Reavers are human, right?”
“They ain’t aliens or anythin’ like that, but they ain’t exactly men anymore. There ain’t nothin’ you can do ‘cept run from ‘em,” Jayne paused before he looked over at Ronon. “We ain’t any safer here than where we came from, are we?”
“The city seems to be safe enough.”
Jayne looked into his cup, swirling the last of the tea before drinking it.
“That means we ain’t any safer here than we were ‘cause I know most of us will go land-crazy if we stay in the city all the time. Thought maybe things would be different, somehow.”
~~~
Wo de ma - Mother of God
Camellia sinensis - the botanical name for the tea plant
Author: Rhiannon
Characters: Jayne Cobb, Ronon Dex
Pairing: none
Summary: Jayne thought things would be different, somehow.
Word Count: 747
Genre: Gen, Vignette
Rating: Teen/PG-13 (violence - Wraith and Reaver behavior)
Timeline/Spoilers: Firefly: after series, BDM never happened. SGA: mid season 2, spoilers for “Runner”
Universe/Series: Atlantis That Was / Scenes From an Atlantean Restaurant
Disclaimer: In some alternate universe I own both Firefly and Stargate Atlantis. This is not that universe.
Author's Notes: Complete Author's Notes here. crossovers100 prompt #22 - Enemies. The Chinese has mouseover translations, and translations at the end. Xie-xie to lvs2read, my lovely beta reader.
It was the middle of the night when Jayne went to the cafeteria for some tea. Someone had shown him the little packets with the pouches of leaves inside, all nice and tidy, no worrying about fishing out loose leaves. He looked at the basket of packets, all kinds of varieties. He finally settled on plain green tea, something familiar, and fixed a cup of it.
Jayne took his tea to the balcony outside the cafeteria and leaned on the railing, looking out over the city. He never did have much use for fancy buildings, since the Alliance was responsible for most of them, but Atlantis had to be the most beautiful city he’d ever seen. He sipped at the familiar taste of his tea. He thought that tea grown on Earth That Was, or Earth That Is, should taste different somehow, but it didn’t.
Hearing someone walk onto the balcony behind him, his hand automatically went for the gun he normally wore before he realized it wasn’t there. He saw Ronon approaching, walking up to the railing and leaning on it, much like he had been earlier. Jayne went back to looking out over the city, sipping from his cup.
“Everythin’ so pretty an’ shiny here?” Jayne asked after a few minutes of silence.
“You mean other worlds? Nah, nothing is close to the City of the Ancestors.”
“Thought this place was called Atlantis.”
“That’s only what the people from Earth call it.”
“Huh,” Jayne grunted. “Which planet you from, then?”
“Sateda.”
“What’s it like there?”
“The Wraith destroyed everything because we fought them. Our cities destroyed, everyone killed or culled.”
Jayne bowed his head, trying to imagine an entire world, gone.
“What’re the Wraith?”
“At first glance they look human, but they’re not. They live on people, consider us their herds,” Ronon sneered at the last word. “They have ships that are small enough to fly through the Gate when they cull a planet.”
“They eat people? Like butcherin’ a cow or somethin’?”
“No, they suck the life right out of you, through their hands,” Ronon said as he placed his right hand on Jayne’s chest. “They can take only a few years and leave a person alive or take all of them at once. Then all that’s left is a dried-up husk. They can put people in cocoons in their ships, to feed off them later.” Ronon pulled his hand away.
“Wo de ma ,” Jayne trailed off. “Sounds nearly as bad as the gorramn Reavers.”
“Reavers?” Ronon asked. “They like the Wraith?”
“Reavers used to be men, only they forgot how, or somethin’. Maybe went space-crazy. They cut themselves up like some sort of decoration,” Jayne suppressed a shudder. “They attack ships and towns, rapin’ an’ killin’ everyone they find. Sometimes they eat a person, sometimes they kill for fun. Reavers will even skin a person, make clothes out of the skins, an’ the person ain’t always dead when they start.” Jayne took a sip of his tea that had become cold.
“You’re scared of Reavers?” Ronon asked.
“Hell yeah, I’m scared of ‘em. Anyone with any brains is scared of ‘em. There ain’t any reason to ‘em. At least it sounds like the Wraith got a reason to kill. If humans are the only thing the Wraith can eat, it makes a twisted sort of sense that they hunt people,” Jayne shook his head. “How’d you manage to survive?”
“The Wraith put a transmitter in me so they could track me and released me on a planet. For seven years they hunted me and I hunted them. I found Sheppard’s team on an uninhabited planet a couple of months ago and Beckett took the transmitter out of my back. I stayed here since I don’t have anywhere to go and I can help the Atlanteans fight the Wraith,” Ronon paused. “Reavers are human, right?”
“They ain’t aliens or anythin’ like that, but they ain’t exactly men anymore. There ain’t nothin’ you can do ‘cept run from ‘em,” Jayne paused before he looked over at Ronon. “We ain’t any safer here than where we came from, are we?”
“The city seems to be safe enough.”
Jayne looked into his cup, swirling the last of the tea before drinking it.
“That means we ain’t any safer here than we were ‘cause I know most of us will go land-crazy if we stay in the city all the time. Thought maybe things would be different, somehow.”
~~~
Wo de ma - Mother of God
Camellia sinensis - the botanical name for the tea plant