SG Atlantis Finale
So the finale of SGA was today! Or sometime. Depending on where you live. In Canada it's on Sunday. In the US, it aired yesterday. But I saw it today.
Classic. This is what I have to say about it. It was Jack and Daniel all over again. Sure, it wasn't perfect... but hey.
AND SO. Being as it was that good, I had to rip off a crappy little drabble. AGAIN. It's all Rodney's fault. If he and John weren't so fun to play with... And this bit here is totally straight off the presses. So it's kind of unreadable and crappy. It's also all inner thoughts. Just a character/ friendship/ mildly angsty piece. For some reason I fell in love with the concepts behind what I wrote. Should probably have posted in Winky, but I honestly hate logging out and then into that. Maybe the polished piece will go there.
This is supposedly from the point of view of Alternate Timeline HoloRodney. I hope I wasn't the only one thinking of him with a big H stamped on his forehead, either. If I was, I'll be sad.
The First Thing
When he discovered that John had been transported to the future-not only transported, but had remained for weeks, Rodney’s first reaction was self-loathing.
Sure, John was in the future. But he was also smart. And in the future people were probably brilliant (most likely due to the sudden recognition of Rodney’s own genes and the subsequent demands for his DNA). They could send him back at any time. So why was he staying in the future instead of coming back?
Rodney blamed himself for that. If only I hadn’t yelled/ complained/ refused/ rejected/ bothered/ neglected something. Or maybe it was- if only I HAD done something.
He agonized. With no one to talk to, he sat in front of Beckett’s stasis chamber and talked to him. Spare time was hard to come by in Atlantis, but he found himself there in front of Beckett’s blank expression at three in the morning, noon, or eight at night. Fifteen minutes to tell Beckett that he missed John. Thirty minutes wondering out loud if he had done something wrong. Three hours sleeping in a chair, dreaming of what could have happened.
It was during a particularly nasty outbreak of the virus on a planet of nomadic hunters that Rodney realized perhaps the future wasn’t as bright as he’d thought it would be.
A brown-skinned boy was on a white-sheeted hospital bed next to him while he worked on an abandoned alien device, trying to figure out how it worked. For once, no one understood the native language, so the words the boy muttered in his feverish dreams made no sense. But his hand had reached out and grasped Rodney’s arm in a human to human touch that startled the physicist. And in his language he gasped out something lilting before falling into a coma from which he did not wake.
It was there, in that ugly little stone building, holding a worthless piece of technology in one hand and a dying boy’s arm in the other, that Rodney realized the future may not be wonderful. Perhaps John hadn’t come back because he couldn’t.
Then the dreams started. Nightmarish moments played out in his head where John walked through the gate only to be met by a spear or bullet or energy blast in his chest. Or he stepped through into the sheer dead vacuum of space. Rodney would be working on a solution to yet another problem when visions of John being fed upon by superior Wraiths filled his vision and he had to stop and rub his eyes until they went away.
He still told Beckett these things. He still spent minutes, hours in front of his friend’s white-faced clone. Sometimes he reached out as if to touch Beckett’s shoulder, but his fingers were always stopped by the glassy force field before they reached it.
It was only in the most peaceful moments that images drifted into his mind unbidden of John striding through the gate to meet a lush jungle on the other side. In these times, John was alone in a rich world full of life and light. He ate fruit that colored his mouth purple and bathed in pools no man had ever stepped in. He made a hut for himself on the side of a mountain and sat there, listening to distant thunder roll close as rains came. Animals kept him from being lonely. Little chittering brightly colored things like chipmunks ate food from his hands. Large, semi-intelligent insects moved like ants and built mud mounds to live in. Squid-like things that swished in the water and looked up at him with dozens of wide, black eyes.
Sometimes Rodney fell asleep while thinking of this alien jungle. When he did, he joined John there in a world where rain and sun were shared equally between them. And alien words spoken by insects formed the first thoughts of a new world.
End
Anyway, I don't think canon!Rodney had figured out that he got sent into the future yet, so I suppose all that was going through HIS head was- "Where the hell is Sheppard?"
I am not really anxious about next season. They're all alive. It wouldn't be Atlantis if they killed off SGA1 and co.
I must say... GENERAL LORNE === <33333 !!!! I've never gone out of my way to adore Lorne, but he's part of the best parts of Stargate. Also- KAYLEE + RODNEY! Woo! I'm all for it. It just gives me a mushy happy feeling inside. I mean, I still support McShep as #1. And also McCarter. But MCFIREFLY IS ALSO GOOD. Sam's self-sacrifice was soooo lovely, too. I heart Miss Sammypants. And I really hope she and Teal'c go off and have lots of half-Jaffa babies.
I need me a Stargate icon. Preferably something with shiny eyes and a god complex. Though Nox are good, too.
Classic. This is what I have to say about it. It was Jack and Daniel all over again. Sure, it wasn't perfect... but hey.
AND SO. Being as it was that good, I had to rip off a crappy little drabble. AGAIN. It's all Rodney's fault. If he and John weren't so fun to play with... And this bit here is totally straight off the presses. So it's kind of unreadable and crappy. It's also all inner thoughts. Just a character/ friendship/ mildly angsty piece. For some reason I fell in love with the concepts behind what I wrote. Should probably have posted in Winky, but I honestly hate logging out and then into that. Maybe the polished piece will go there.
This is supposedly from the point of view of Alternate Timeline HoloRodney. I hope I wasn't the only one thinking of him with a big H stamped on his forehead, either. If I was, I'll be sad.
The First Thing
When he discovered that John had been transported to the future-not only transported, but had remained for weeks, Rodney’s first reaction was self-loathing.
Sure, John was in the future. But he was also smart. And in the future people were probably brilliant (most likely due to the sudden recognition of Rodney’s own genes and the subsequent demands for his DNA). They could send him back at any time. So why was he staying in the future instead of coming back?
Rodney blamed himself for that. If only I hadn’t yelled/ complained/ refused/ rejected/ bothered/ neglected something. Or maybe it was- if only I HAD done something.
He agonized. With no one to talk to, he sat in front of Beckett’s stasis chamber and talked to him. Spare time was hard to come by in Atlantis, but he found himself there in front of Beckett’s blank expression at three in the morning, noon, or eight at night. Fifteen minutes to tell Beckett that he missed John. Thirty minutes wondering out loud if he had done something wrong. Three hours sleeping in a chair, dreaming of what could have happened.
It was during a particularly nasty outbreak of the virus on a planet of nomadic hunters that Rodney realized perhaps the future wasn’t as bright as he’d thought it would be.
A brown-skinned boy was on a white-sheeted hospital bed next to him while he worked on an abandoned alien device, trying to figure out how it worked. For once, no one understood the native language, so the words the boy muttered in his feverish dreams made no sense. But his hand had reached out and grasped Rodney’s arm in a human to human touch that startled the physicist. And in his language he gasped out something lilting before falling into a coma from which he did not wake.
It was there, in that ugly little stone building, holding a worthless piece of technology in one hand and a dying boy’s arm in the other, that Rodney realized the future may not be wonderful. Perhaps John hadn’t come back because he couldn’t.
Then the dreams started. Nightmarish moments played out in his head where John walked through the gate only to be met by a spear or bullet or energy blast in his chest. Or he stepped through into the sheer dead vacuum of space. Rodney would be working on a solution to yet another problem when visions of John being fed upon by superior Wraiths filled his vision and he had to stop and rub his eyes until they went away.
He still told Beckett these things. He still spent minutes, hours in front of his friend’s white-faced clone. Sometimes he reached out as if to touch Beckett’s shoulder, but his fingers were always stopped by the glassy force field before they reached it.
It was only in the most peaceful moments that images drifted into his mind unbidden of John striding through the gate to meet a lush jungle on the other side. In these times, John was alone in a rich world full of life and light. He ate fruit that colored his mouth purple and bathed in pools no man had ever stepped in. He made a hut for himself on the side of a mountain and sat there, listening to distant thunder roll close as rains came. Animals kept him from being lonely. Little chittering brightly colored things like chipmunks ate food from his hands. Large, semi-intelligent insects moved like ants and built mud mounds to live in. Squid-like things that swished in the water and looked up at him with dozens of wide, black eyes.
Sometimes Rodney fell asleep while thinking of this alien jungle. When he did, he joined John there in a world where rain and sun were shared equally between them. And alien words spoken by insects formed the first thoughts of a new world.
End
Anyway, I don't think canon!Rodney had figured out that he got sent into the future yet, so I suppose all that was going through HIS head was- "Where the hell is Sheppard?"
I am not really anxious about next season. They're all alive. It wouldn't be Atlantis if they killed off SGA1 and co.
I must say... GENERAL LORNE === <33333 !!!! I've never gone out of my way to adore Lorne, but he's part of the best parts of Stargate. Also- KAYLEE + RODNEY! Woo! I'm all for it. It just gives me a mushy happy feeling inside. I mean, I still support McShep as #1. And also McCarter. But MCFIREFLY IS ALSO GOOD. Sam's self-sacrifice was soooo lovely, too. I heart Miss Sammypants. And I really hope she and Teal'c go off and have lots of half-Jaffa babies.
I need me a Stargate icon. Preferably something with shiny eyes and a god complex. Though Nox are good, too.