Whump Challenge 7
The challenge this week was to write a fic about John being imprisoned and he writes a letter to someone. 1000 words or less
Title: John's Letter
Length:1000 words
Characters: John Sheppard with mention of others
Disclaimers: Not mine...just having fun
John Sheppard paced the small space he was in. He hated to admit it, but he was nervous. His scheduled execution was in a few hours. He hadn’t heard anything from his team mates in a few days. They had assured him at their last meeting they were doing everything they could to prove the charges leveled against him were false.
He headed towards the small window that looked out over the courtyard. He could see the pillar where his end would come.
Growling he turned away. “Stop thinking like that John! They’ll get me out if they have to bust me out!”
John needed an outlet for his energy. Pacing was just making it worse. Looking around, he spied parchment and a crude pencil on the table in his cell. His warden had told him he could write down his confession when he was ready. It would be put in the Book of Wrongs these people kept. John snorted. Like Hell he would write down a confession. He hadn’t done anything wrong.
Still, he needed something to keep his mind occupied for awhile and he didn’t have any Sudoku books on him.
Sheppard sat down at the table and pulled the paper and pencil towards him. He started to write:
The last Will and Testament of John Sheppard
I being of sound mind hereby leave all my worldly possessions to the following
To Dr. Rodney McKay…
He stopped writing. He couldn’t do this. It was too depressing. It was giving up on his friends. They wouldn’t leave him behind.
He tried again….
Dear.Rodney….Teyla….Ronon…..Dave…..
Crap! Who would he write to? What did he even want to say? Thanks for the memories? Take care?
He glanced out the window while tapping the pencil on the table. The view from this angle was different. He only saw the sky. It was a beautiful shade of blue. Only a few clouds were in sight. A slight breeze blew in and ruffled his hair.
His mind wandered to Atlantis. He closed his eyes and pictured the view from his favorite balcony. It would be much like what he could see from his position now.
Opening his eyes, he began to write….
Dear Atlantis,
I just want to say Thank You for all you have given me. I was at the end of the line before I met you.
Someone I didn’t know took a chance on me and asked me to come on a long trip. She always encouraged me to do my best; not only through her words, but through her confidence in me and support of my decisions.
Before I met you, I was alone. I didn’t have any friends and I liked it that way. No one could let me down if I didn’t give them a chance. Now I not only have friends, but a Family. There are people out there that I trust with my life. They’ve proven time and again that not only will they not let me down; they will pick me up when I fall. They are in fact closer to me than any Family could be. They are my Team.
You yourself, Atlantis, have given me reason to become better than I ever thought I could be. You make me want to give my all to defend you and your wonders. You are my Home!
I hope to see you again, but if I don’t, it means that I am gone. Not because my friends didn’t try hard enough, but because some other people didn’t listen to reason. I’m being accused of something I didn’t do. It’s frustrating to think that my time with you will come to an end because of something so stupid.
I will be leaving you in good hands though. Rodney will always make sure you are running smoothly and your knowledge of all things Ancient will be put to good use.
Ronon will protect you. I think he thinks of you as his Home now that he has lost his own. He will do everything he can to keep you and the people that live within you safe.
Teyla will be there to smooth problems over and help make friends for you and keep the enemies at a minimum. Her son will grow up running your halls and seeing your wonders. I think you missed hearing the patter of little feet. Hopefully he will be the first of many.
Mr. Woolsey…..he has come a long way from being a political Yes man and has learned to lead with confidence. He knows the tough decisions that need to be made don’t always have a clear right and wrong. He will do his best for you.
Atlantis Thank You for making me the man I have become.
Your friend, John Sheppard
When John finished writing, he put the pencil down and rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. He hadn’t realized how hard that would be. Once he started writing, he hadn’t been able to stop. The words had poured out of him.
Just then he heard the bang of the hall door opening and voices coming in. He slowly stood, picking the paper and tucking it in his jacket. He palms were sweaty and he was taking shallow breaths to try to stay calm.
Suddenly the voices became clear. He heard McKay telling someone to hurry up because he wanted to get home in time for dinner. A slow grin spread across John’s face. He knew the Team had succeeded. Rodney wouldn’t be worried about his stomach otherwise.
Later that night, back on Atlantis, John took a break from celebrating his return. He went to his favorite balcony and looked out at the setting sun. The colors were so clear and bright.
Out of his jacket pocket he pulled the letter. He wasn’t sure what to do with it. Slowly he crumpled it and tossed it to the wind. He knew Atlantis would be able to read it in her own way.
Title: John's Letter
Length:1000 words
Characters: John Sheppard with mention of others
Disclaimers: Not mine...just having fun
John Sheppard paced the small space he was in. He hated to admit it, but he was nervous. His scheduled execution was in a few hours. He hadn’t heard anything from his team mates in a few days. They had assured him at their last meeting they were doing everything they could to prove the charges leveled against him were false.
He headed towards the small window that looked out over the courtyard. He could see the pillar where his end would come.
Growling he turned away. “Stop thinking like that John! They’ll get me out if they have to bust me out!”
John needed an outlet for his energy. Pacing was just making it worse. Looking around, he spied parchment and a crude pencil on the table in his cell. His warden had told him he could write down his confession when he was ready. It would be put in the Book of Wrongs these people kept. John snorted. Like Hell he would write down a confession. He hadn’t done anything wrong.
Still, he needed something to keep his mind occupied for awhile and he didn’t have any Sudoku books on him.
Sheppard sat down at the table and pulled the paper and pencil towards him. He started to write:
The last Will and Testament of John Sheppard
I being of sound mind hereby leave all my worldly possessions to the following
To Dr. Rodney McKay…
He stopped writing. He couldn’t do this. It was too depressing. It was giving up on his friends. They wouldn’t leave him behind.
He tried again….
Dear.Rodney….Teyla….Ronon…..Dave…..
Crap! Who would he write to? What did he even want to say? Thanks for the memories? Take care?
He glanced out the window while tapping the pencil on the table. The view from this angle was different. He only saw the sky. It was a beautiful shade of blue. Only a few clouds were in sight. A slight breeze blew in and ruffled his hair.
His mind wandered to Atlantis. He closed his eyes and pictured the view from his favorite balcony. It would be much like what he could see from his position now.
Opening his eyes, he began to write….
Dear Atlantis,
I just want to say Thank You for all you have given me. I was at the end of the line before I met you.
Someone I didn’t know took a chance on me and asked me to come on a long trip. She always encouraged me to do my best; not only through her words, but through her confidence in me and support of my decisions.
Before I met you, I was alone. I didn’t have any friends and I liked it that way. No one could let me down if I didn’t give them a chance. Now I not only have friends, but a Family. There are people out there that I trust with my life. They’ve proven time and again that not only will they not let me down; they will pick me up when I fall. They are in fact closer to me than any Family could be. They are my Team.
You yourself, Atlantis, have given me reason to become better than I ever thought I could be. You make me want to give my all to defend you and your wonders. You are my Home!
I hope to see you again, but if I don’t, it means that I am gone. Not because my friends didn’t try hard enough, but because some other people didn’t listen to reason. I’m being accused of something I didn’t do. It’s frustrating to think that my time with you will come to an end because of something so stupid.
I will be leaving you in good hands though. Rodney will always make sure you are running smoothly and your knowledge of all things Ancient will be put to good use.
Ronon will protect you. I think he thinks of you as his Home now that he has lost his own. He will do everything he can to keep you and the people that live within you safe.
Teyla will be there to smooth problems over and help make friends for you and keep the enemies at a minimum. Her son will grow up running your halls and seeing your wonders. I think you missed hearing the patter of little feet. Hopefully he will be the first of many.
Mr. Woolsey…..he has come a long way from being a political Yes man and has learned to lead with confidence. He knows the tough decisions that need to be made don’t always have a clear right and wrong. He will do his best for you.
Atlantis Thank You for making me the man I have become.
Your friend, John Sheppard
When John finished writing, he put the pencil down and rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. He hadn’t realized how hard that would be. Once he started writing, he hadn’t been able to stop. The words had poured out of him.
Just then he heard the bang of the hall door opening and voices coming in. He slowly stood, picking the paper and tucking it in his jacket. He palms were sweaty and he was taking shallow breaths to try to stay calm.
Suddenly the voices became clear. He heard McKay telling someone to hurry up because he wanted to get home in time for dinner. A slow grin spread across John’s face. He knew the Team had succeeded. Rodney wouldn’t be worried about his stomach otherwise.
Later that night, back on Atlantis, John took a break from celebrating his return. He went to his favorite balcony and looked out at the setting sun. The colors were so clear and bright.
Out of his jacket pocket he pulled the letter. He wasn’t sure what to do with it. Slowly he crumpled it and tossed it to the wind. He knew Atlantis would be able to read it in her own way.