Beach, Prompt #1, Table A
Title: Beach
Author: x-erikah-x
Prompt #1: beach
Prompt table: A
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: John Sheppard
Word count: 265
Disclamer: Stargate is a property of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Inc. No infringements of rights is intended.
Summary: John is in a beach xD.
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John opened his eyes slowly, feeling soft sand below his body. The sky was blue and the sun shone brightly, making him snap his eyes closed and turn his head away.
He took one hand up to shield his sight and tried to open his eyes again. He blinked a few times until the blur settled into image. He saw green-blue water slowly rise and heard the soft sound of waves breaking onto shore.
He sat up and frowned. He looked at himself and saw his black uniform caked with white sand, no vest or weapons then wiggled his toes at the realization that he wasn't wearing his combat boots.
He groaned as he sat up and swayed for a moment, his head throbbing painfully and vision graying out. He shifted his feet to keep his balance and bent his head low to escape from the light of the sun.
He stepped forward, feet sinking on the warm sand and trailing a swirly path towards nowhere in particular. He turned three hundred and sixty degrees around, not recognizing his surroundings.
The ocean stretched as far as the horizon would allow, wind whipping at the water and bringing a salty breeze against his face. The beach extended to both sides, curving inwards and chasing the rocky mountains that stood deep into the jungle.
John swallowed. He gave a few more steps, hand covering his eyes as he looked ahead.
"Ronon, Rodney, Teyla!" he called, his loud voice competing with the noise of the waves.
He turned around and waited a few moments before shouting again.
"Anyone?"
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Author: x-erikah-x
Prompt #1: beach
Prompt table: A
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: John Sheppard
Word count: 265
Disclamer: Stargate is a property of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Inc. No infringements of rights is intended.
Summary: John is in a beach xD.
>
John opened his eyes slowly, feeling soft sand below his body. The sky was blue and the sun shone brightly, making him snap his eyes closed and turn his head away.
He took one hand up to shield his sight and tried to open his eyes again. He blinked a few times until the blur settled into image. He saw green-blue water slowly rise and heard the soft sound of waves breaking onto shore.
He sat up and frowned. He looked at himself and saw his black uniform caked with white sand, no vest or weapons then wiggled his toes at the realization that he wasn't wearing his combat boots.
He groaned as he sat up and swayed for a moment, his head throbbing painfully and vision graying out. He shifted his feet to keep his balance and bent his head low to escape from the light of the sun.
He stepped forward, feet sinking on the warm sand and trailing a swirly path towards nowhere in particular. He turned three hundred and sixty degrees around, not recognizing his surroundings.
The ocean stretched as far as the horizon would allow, wind whipping at the water and bringing a salty breeze against his face. The beach extended to both sides, curving inwards and chasing the rocky mountains that stood deep into the jungle.
John swallowed. He gave a few more steps, hand covering his eyes as he looked ahead.
"Ronon, Rodney, Teyla!" he called, his loud voice competing with the noise of the waves.
He turned around and waited a few moments before shouting again.
"Anyone?"
…