Requests #11 and #12
For jazmin22, who requested Freya McAlistor and Ronon Dex, "Welcome to Atlantis."
Freya's first lesson on Atlantis is that nothing (or no one) is what it (they) appears to be. From a chair being the control for the city's weapons' system to the fact that, for all of their snarling at each other, Doctors McKay and Zelenka are actually good friends. Atlantis is full of barely-contained chaos.
To begin with, Freya's not entirely sure why she was sent here in the first place. She was welcomed by the expedition leader and the heads of the various departments, and then mostly left to her own devices. It wasn't long before she started exploring. There wasn't much to see, as the expedition remained close to the central tower and the outer regions of the city were deserted.
It becomes a little too much when the city comes under attack. People are running everyone, their thoughts broadcasting so loudly that it nearly knocks Freya off her feet.
--Wraith again--
--Sheppard off-world--
--shield will fail--
--Incoming wormhole!
Colonel Sheppard's team arrives home just in time to help save the day. Sheppard's excellent at firing drones and hitting the best targets, but even he can't recharge the shield. Surprisingly, they stop firing when the shield is at its weakest. Instead of destroying the city outright, they beam in soldiers of all things.
Freya learns why these people despise the Wraith pretty damn quick. She nearly runs smack into one and is promptly thrown back against the wall. Her eyes lock with his (its?) and almost instinctively, she uses the training Michael gave her. She sees his gruesome hand slamming down onto her chest seconds before it actually does. There isn't even enough time to scream.
A strange, screeching sound interrupts the Wraith's movement and sparks fly against his side, sending him flying away from her. Freya doesn't move when a large figure strides past her, firing repeatedly at the Wraith until it stops moving. After several moments, the figure turns to her and she recognizes him as Ronon, one of the members of Colonel Sheppard's team.
Freya's too unnerved to actively pick up on his surface thoughts, and he says nothing, content to stare right back at her. Suddenly, the voice of Doctor Weir comes over the city's intercom.
"Attention all personnel: the Wraith ships are retreating. All military members continue to round up any remaining Wraith in the city. Bring some in alive if at all possible for interrogation."
The leader's announcement breaks the spell over Freya and Ronon and she reaches up to her neck with a shaky hand. "Is it always like this?" are the first words out of her mouth.
Ronon eyes her for several moments and then shrugs. "Welcome to Atlantis."
As he walks away, Freya comes to the conclusion that she is going to kill whoever had the bright idea to send her here.
For rory-elizabeth, who requested Evan Lorne and Vala Mal Doran, "Show me a character whose life arouses my curiosity, and my flesh begins crawling with suspense."
Probably the greatest legacy Isabel Lorne left to her son was the training she gave him in painting. Evan knew she had hoped he would take a career in the arts and had been disappointed when he chose the Air Force, but she still had supported his decision as any good mother would. Still, Evan always tried to take some time out to keep up the skills she had taught him.
He painted landscapes the best, along with buildings or structures. Atlantis herself made a great subject and he'd captured several parts of the city. He even hoped to get a picture of the city from the distance so he could paint the city on the ocean.
Portraits often gave Evan trouble, always having problem transferring the spark of life in his subject to the canvas. When he was younger he had asked his mother about it, but she had just smiled and said that it would come to him with practice and the right person.
Evan never expected it to take over twenty years for the right person to come along. Nor did he ever expect it to be an ex-thief-turned-SG-team-member. Vala Mal Doran was beautiful, any idiot could see that.
"Hold still, Vala," he said, noticing her starting to shift out of the corner of his eye.
"How can people do this kind of thing," she demanded, not for the first time. "Sitting in one place for so long is boring!"
Evan rolled his eyes and dabbed his paint brush in the paint. "Considering what you made me promise you in return, I doubt it's that much of a hardship for you."
Her pouty lips curved up into a grin. "Touche, darling," she drawled.
"Besides," he added, "you chose the pose and the kind of portrait you wanted. No backing out now."
"How was I to know that sitting for a nude portrait would take so long?" she asked.
Evan smirked. "Trust me, Vala, you'll enjoy yourself when I'm done for the day."
Vala's eyes fairly danced. "Oh, I'm counting on it."
Previous requests:
Elizabeth Weir and Brendan Dean: "This could go bad in so many ways." for irony_rocks (Rated R)
Jack O'Neill and Elizabeth Weir: "How far you gonna go before you lose your way back home / You've been trying to throw your arms around the world" for miera_c
Samantha Carter and Vala Mal Doran: "This is going to be so much fun!" for lanna_kitty
Jack O'Neill and Elizabeth Weir: "They shouldn't be doing this." for vickysg1
Jack O'Neill and Vala Mal Doran: "We fall from grace, we fall with such grace" for hariboo_smirks
Daniel Jackson and Teyla Emmagan for sache8 SPOILERS for SGA Season 4 plots
John Sheppard and Zoe Carter: Fast-forward ten years for Zoe for sache8
Nathan Stark and Vala Mal Doran: "So how much would a brain like yours go for on the black market?" for world_of_blade
Elizabeth Weir and Morgan le Fey "And by descent from Royall lynage came
Of ancient Kings and Queenes," for havocthecat
Freya McAlistor and John Sheppard: "Paint a portrait of my mystery/Only close my eyes and you are here with me" for jazmin22
Freya's first lesson on Atlantis is that nothing (or no one) is what it (they) appears to be. From a chair being the control for the city's weapons' system to the fact that, for all of their snarling at each other, Doctors McKay and Zelenka are actually good friends. Atlantis is full of barely-contained chaos.
To begin with, Freya's not entirely sure why she was sent here in the first place. She was welcomed by the expedition leader and the heads of the various departments, and then mostly left to her own devices. It wasn't long before she started exploring. There wasn't much to see, as the expedition remained close to the central tower and the outer regions of the city were deserted.
It becomes a little too much when the city comes under attack. People are running everyone, their thoughts broadcasting so loudly that it nearly knocks Freya off her feet.
--Wraith again--
--Sheppard off-world--
--shield will fail--
--Incoming wormhole!
Colonel Sheppard's team arrives home just in time to help save the day. Sheppard's excellent at firing drones and hitting the best targets, but even he can't recharge the shield. Surprisingly, they stop firing when the shield is at its weakest. Instead of destroying the city outright, they beam in soldiers of all things.
Freya learns why these people despise the Wraith pretty damn quick. She nearly runs smack into one and is promptly thrown back against the wall. Her eyes lock with his (its?) and almost instinctively, she uses the training Michael gave her. She sees his gruesome hand slamming down onto her chest seconds before it actually does. There isn't even enough time to scream.
A strange, screeching sound interrupts the Wraith's movement and sparks fly against his side, sending him flying away from her. Freya doesn't move when a large figure strides past her, firing repeatedly at the Wraith until it stops moving. After several moments, the figure turns to her and she recognizes him as Ronon, one of the members of Colonel Sheppard's team.
Freya's too unnerved to actively pick up on his surface thoughts, and he says nothing, content to stare right back at her. Suddenly, the voice of Doctor Weir comes over the city's intercom.
"Attention all personnel: the Wraith ships are retreating. All military members continue to round up any remaining Wraith in the city. Bring some in alive if at all possible for interrogation."
The leader's announcement breaks the spell over Freya and Ronon and she reaches up to her neck with a shaky hand. "Is it always like this?" are the first words out of her mouth.
Ronon eyes her for several moments and then shrugs. "Welcome to Atlantis."
As he walks away, Freya comes to the conclusion that she is going to kill whoever had the bright idea to send her here.
For rory-elizabeth, who requested Evan Lorne and Vala Mal Doran, "Show me a character whose life arouses my curiosity, and my flesh begins crawling with suspense."
Probably the greatest legacy Isabel Lorne left to her son was the training she gave him in painting. Evan knew she had hoped he would take a career in the arts and had been disappointed when he chose the Air Force, but she still had supported his decision as any good mother would. Still, Evan always tried to take some time out to keep up the skills she had taught him.
He painted landscapes the best, along with buildings or structures. Atlantis herself made a great subject and he'd captured several parts of the city. He even hoped to get a picture of the city from the distance so he could paint the city on the ocean.
Portraits often gave Evan trouble, always having problem transferring the spark of life in his subject to the canvas. When he was younger he had asked his mother about it, but she had just smiled and said that it would come to him with practice and the right person.
Evan never expected it to take over twenty years for the right person to come along. Nor did he ever expect it to be an ex-thief-turned-SG-team-member. Vala Mal Doran was beautiful, any idiot could see that.
"Hold still, Vala," he said, noticing her starting to shift out of the corner of his eye.
"How can people do this kind of thing," she demanded, not for the first time. "Sitting in one place for so long is boring!"
Evan rolled his eyes and dabbed his paint brush in the paint. "Considering what you made me promise you in return, I doubt it's that much of a hardship for you."
Her pouty lips curved up into a grin. "Touche, darling," she drawled.
"Besides," he added, "you chose the pose and the kind of portrait you wanted. No backing out now."
"How was I to know that sitting for a nude portrait would take so long?" she asked.
Evan smirked. "Trust me, Vala, you'll enjoy yourself when I'm done for the day."
Vala's eyes fairly danced. "Oh, I'm counting on it."
Previous requests:
Elizabeth Weir and Brendan Dean: "This could go bad in so many ways." for irony_rocks (Rated R)
Jack O'Neill and Elizabeth Weir: "How far you gonna go before you lose your way back home / You've been trying to throw your arms around the world" for miera_c
Samantha Carter and Vala Mal Doran: "This is going to be so much fun!" for lanna_kitty
Jack O'Neill and Elizabeth Weir: "They shouldn't be doing this." for vickysg1
Jack O'Neill and Vala Mal Doran: "We fall from grace, we fall with such grace" for hariboo_smirks
Daniel Jackson and Teyla Emmagan for sache8 SPOILERS for SGA Season 4 plots
John Sheppard and Zoe Carter: Fast-forward ten years for Zoe for sache8
Nathan Stark and Vala Mal Doran: "So how much would a brain like yours go for on the black market?" for world_of_blade
Elizabeth Weir and Morgan le Fey "And by descent from Royall lynage came
Of ancient Kings and Queenes," for havocthecat
Freya McAlistor and John Sheppard: "Paint a portrait of my mystery/Only close my eyes and you are here with me" for jazmin22