Fic: Stargate Atlantis 2040 (SGA AU)
TITLE: Stargate Atlantis 2040
AUTHOR: lar_laughs
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis AU
CHARACTERS: Zee, Sylvie, Cash, Joshua, Renatta
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: ~500
PROMPT: Written for stargateland Continuation Challenge and 5_prompts picture of running feet on a beach
SUMMARY: We had to come up with a continuation of the current Stargate projects and this was my written part of the project. Check out the original post for the pretty pictures and character descriptions.
"Five miles down. Five miles back. Think you can beat me?"
Sylvie stared at the wide expanse of sand laid out in front of her. It looked like the sand she remembered running through when she was at Coronado. The Navy boys had all the good landscapes. Of course, now she had this beach, a million light years and a life time away from the beaches near San Diego. This sand wasn't a warm brown but slightly red as if it had gotten sunburned under the bright sun and the water was such a deep navy blue it was like looking into the night sky.
This was her first time, since stepping through the stargate under Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado Springs, that she'd felt actual packed earth under her feet. That and the wicked smile of her commanding officer (whom she'd been told to call Zee but hadn't yet worked up the courage to call anything but "sir" yet) were making her feel like acting a little dangerous. She'd been told life on Atlantis was like nothing she'd experienced. High time she began to actually experienced it for herself.
"I know I can."
Before he could answer back, Sylvie took off at a dead run, not even bothering to pace herself. If she keeled over and lost her breakfast midway, that would be the price she paid for her recklessness. Right now, she wanted to feel like she could fly simply because she was somewhere that might actually be possible.
***
Renatta counted out six carrot sticks from the pile on the tray in front of her. She arranged them in two triangles that shared a point. Next she took two olives and placed one in the middle of each triangle. When she was satisfied that each was placed as perfectly as she could manage without the aid of computers and mechanized arms (both of which Joshua refused to let her bring the Mess Hall), she sat back and stared at her creation.
Each day she performed this ritual before eating and each day, she struggled to produce a different - perfect - outcome. It was a struggle to pick which angle she would ruin first. On her bad days, it took most of her allotted lunch hour to even eat one carrot stick. Even on her good days, she was stick in the dilemma for several minutes.
"How long as she been at it?" Cash asked as he sat his tray down next to Joshua's. He was careful not to bump the table for fear that the entire construct might jar and he'd be single-handedly responsible (again!) for sending the scientist to the Infirmary in hysterics.
"She just started." Joshua, the lead scientist in the computer lab and boss of both Renatta and Cash, was going through his own strange routines. The crust of his bread had been cut off and crumbled into a pile of fine grain in the corner of his tray. His napkin had been refolded into an exact octagon and situated under the plate in such a way that it would catch any stray crumbs so they could also be added to the bread pile.
"Just another lunch," Cash sighed. And he wouldn't change it for anything.
AUTHOR: lar_laughs
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis AU
CHARACTERS: Zee, Sylvie, Cash, Joshua, Renatta
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: ~500
PROMPT: Written for stargateland Continuation Challenge and 5_prompts picture of running feet on a beach
SUMMARY: We had to come up with a continuation of the current Stargate projects and this was my written part of the project. Check out the original post for the pretty pictures and character descriptions.
"Five miles down. Five miles back. Think you can beat me?"
Sylvie stared at the wide expanse of sand laid out in front of her. It looked like the sand she remembered running through when she was at Coronado. The Navy boys had all the good landscapes. Of course, now she had this beach, a million light years and a life time away from the beaches near San Diego. This sand wasn't a warm brown but slightly red as if it had gotten sunburned under the bright sun and the water was such a deep navy blue it was like looking into the night sky.
This was her first time, since stepping through the stargate under Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado Springs, that she'd felt actual packed earth under her feet. That and the wicked smile of her commanding officer (whom she'd been told to call Zee but hadn't yet worked up the courage to call anything but "sir" yet) were making her feel like acting a little dangerous. She'd been told life on Atlantis was like nothing she'd experienced. High time she began to actually experienced it for herself.
"I know I can."
Before he could answer back, Sylvie took off at a dead run, not even bothering to pace herself. If she keeled over and lost her breakfast midway, that would be the price she paid for her recklessness. Right now, she wanted to feel like she could fly simply because she was somewhere that might actually be possible.
***
Renatta counted out six carrot sticks from the pile on the tray in front of her. She arranged them in two triangles that shared a point. Next she took two olives and placed one in the middle of each triangle. When she was satisfied that each was placed as perfectly as she could manage without the aid of computers and mechanized arms (both of which Joshua refused to let her bring the Mess Hall), she sat back and stared at her creation.
Each day she performed this ritual before eating and each day, she struggled to produce a different - perfect - outcome. It was a struggle to pick which angle she would ruin first. On her bad days, it took most of her allotted lunch hour to even eat one carrot stick. Even on her good days, she was stick in the dilemma for several minutes.
"How long as she been at it?" Cash asked as he sat his tray down next to Joshua's. He was careful not to bump the table for fear that the entire construct might jar and he'd be single-handedly responsible (again!) for sending the scientist to the Infirmary in hysterics.
"She just started." Joshua, the lead scientist in the computer lab and boss of both Renatta and Cash, was going through his own strange routines. The crust of his bread had been cut off and crumbled into a pile of fine grain in the corner of his tray. His napkin had been refolded into an exact octagon and situated under the plate in such a way that it would catch any stray crumbs so they could also be added to the bread pile.
"Just another lunch," Cash sighed. And he wouldn't change it for anything.