FIC: Preternatural Atlantis Drabble Set #1 (SGA, Weir, McKay, Sheppard)
A series of incredibly self-indulgent SGA AU 'drabbles' using two seperate 100-prompt lists (mood100/fandom100). Vampires, werewolves, etc. Mostly gen, just a touch of het, possible slash later. Have fun.
Title: Preternatural State of Affairs (Pre-Atlantis)
Prompts: Bored/She (10/85)
Words: 500
Being held in thrall to a vampire, Rodney thought, should be much more interesting than it actually was. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, restless, and Elizabeth’s hand tightened on the back of his neck, her nails sharp against his skin. He left out a huff and settled onto his haunches, allowing her to guide his head against her thigh. Her fingers rubbed circles behind his ears in absent reward.
Rodney closed his eyes, wishing he could do the same with his nose and ears. The conference room was packed with representatives of this group and that. The dry scent of vampires on top of the musk of the therianthropes mixed with the miasma of a dozen other preternatural species was enough to turn his stomach, to say nothing of the absolutely horrid perfume Lady Maya Angelique like to pretend covered the stench of her zombie bodyguard. Besides, Rodney was of the firm belief that if there was noise to be made, he should be the one making it. Even though the political maneuverings of preternatural society held little interest for him, he was certain his voice would have been raised above the others.
Which, he realized in retrospect, was probably why Elizabeth had insisted he attend this farce in canid form. Well, that and the unfortunate incident involving a box of donuts, an arc welder, and Elizabeth’s favorite silk sheets last week. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for the distraction provided by Radek…
Elizabeth’s hand twitched on his nape, tugging at his collar, and Rodney perked up. Was something interesting finally happening?
“It’s agreed then,” George Hammond was saying. The canny Texan werebear’s usual warm drawl was sharp and to the point. “Elizabeth Weir will lead not only the human component, but will be our official point for contact for the preternatural individuals as well in the Antarctic.”
Antarctic? The Ancient outpost? Rodney’s jaw fell open as he twisted to look up at Elizabeth. He didn’t need a wolf’s nose to scent the satisfaction in her smile. The mischievous lift of an eyebrow told him she had known all along. She had known! And left him hanging for an entire week! He huffed with laughter even as he admired her vicious streak. His revenge would come later. (Images of a feather duster and Elizabeth’s sensitive toes ran though his head. He wondered if he could enlist Radek’s assistance in holding her down…) Now his mind was whirling with the thought of getting his hands on an entire outpost of (mostly) untouched Ancient artifacts rather than just the few items that trickled through Area 51. Antarctica was the gateway to bigger and better things, Rodney knew, and he’d be willing to dig with his own two paws to get a hold of what lay beneath the ice. Elizabeth matched his wolf-grin with a smile of her own. Oh, being an average vampire’s thrall might be boring, but every day with Elizabeth was an adventure waiting to happen.
Title: Loose Ends (Rising I)
Prompts: Sad/Taste (84/39)
Words: 100
Pairing: Elizabeth/Simon
Warning: Death (Minor Character)
“Don’t go,” Simon whispered against her throat, lips sliding over sensitive skin. “Don’t leave me.”
“Never,” she promised. “Always together,” she murmured as he entered her, warming her from the inside out.
Then it was her turn to breach his flesh, her fangs sinking true into his vein, his life becoming hers. She kissed the tears from his eyes, salty water cutting through the iron tang on her tongue, and held him as he stilled, breath waning and heart slowing. “You’ll always be with me,” were the last words she said to him. Her final loose end, cut and tied.
Title: For Now (Hot Zone)
Prompts: Accomplished/Independence (01/94)
Words: 500
Notes: Dialogue from the episode “Hot Zone”
“We need to discuss what happened earlier.”
“Now?” The weariness rolled off him like a New England fog, thick and heavy, but his heartbeat sped up, pushing adrenaline through his veins in a fight-or-flight response.
“That can never happen again,” Elizabeth opened bluntly, fully intending to force him into the defensive position.
Sheppard took the bait, practically throwing himself down into the chair. “Look, I'm sorry about ...”
She interrupted. “I understand your expertise in military matters and I agree that I should defer to those expertise in such situations.”
“Thank you!”
Don’t get ahead of yourself, major, she wanted to say, but managed to hold her temper in check. Still, the anger colored her next words. “But you are not the one who decides what is and what is not a military situation. Now, both General O'Neill and Colonel Sumner warned me that you don't respect the proper chain of command.”
“Well, sometimes I see a situation a little differently than ...”
“No. Listen to me, John. Now, you endangered yourself and the lives of many others.” Lives that Elizabeth had invested too much of her time and patience into to see wasted in foolish mistakes. Each was precious in and of itself, not just for the continued, mandatory blood donation, although that was certainly a consideration.
“Because I thought it was the best course of action to take!” Sheppard nearly shouted. “And, by the way, I saved your ass.” He said it with such willful pride, Elizabeth was tempted to slap that accomplished smirk off his face. She dug her fingers into the table as she leaned forward, projecting earnest sincerity. “I know you did -- but you have to trust me.”
“I do!”
“Do you?” She could him trust her, twist him to her will. She could tame that stubborn streak, dominate that strong body. It would just take a single bite, a few beats of his heart. He was so close, the blood rushing angrily through his veins, calling to her. She could hear it, nearly taste it on the air. The sweet ache of her fangs beginning to extend -
“You guys have a minute?” Rodney, with Carson in tow, warm wolf musk and the salty selkie scent impinging on her senses, brought her back from the brink of bloodlust. McKay’s eyes darted between them, nostrils flaring ever so slightly, no doubt smelling her aroused hunger, but not knowing if his timing was good or bad. Elizabeth wasn’t sure herself. In the lack of response from her, he lifted his chin bravely. “We've been able to spend some, uh, quality time with the, uh, nanovirus samples…”
No, Elizabeth decided after the men had gone. She did not need another thoughtless thrall or a needy, demanding pet. She needed a partner in this, willing or not, to keep her on her toes. Sheppard, like Sumner before him, would be useful as he was, an outside perspective. Let Major John Sheppard keep his defiant independence.
For now.
Title: Once Upon a Time
Prompts: Blank/Outsides (09/05)
Words: 300
Once upon a time, there was a lone wolf, outcast from his pack. The reasons for his solitude aren’t important, only the fact that he thought himself alone in the world. He was clever but needy and it made him vulnerable. He didn’t notice he was being stalked until the predators were at his door, huffing and puffing. They entranced him with overtures of friendship, made him feel valuable, and all the while, stealthily wrapped their chains around his neck.
Once upon a time, there was a noble lady, descended from a long line of nobility. She was named for her cruel grandmother and carried the family’s stain in a birthmark across her lower back. She walked where she pleased and where she walked, stability and peace followed. She was a conscientious shepherd. It simply would not do for the animals beneath her to fight one another, cause damage to each other.
Once upon a time, had circumstances been different, they would have been enemies, the wolf and the lady, fighting over the same food supply. They met, not in the dark and misty forest of the past, but over a modern conference table. He, disillusioned in his masters, saw in her an escape. She, in turn, sensed an untapped potential that others feared. She cut their bonds and attached her own slender chain to his bowed neck. She did not spare the rod, but nor did hold genuine praise from him. He became hers in a way he had never been allowed before. They traveled far together, always together, with no need for any other.
Once upon a time, Elizabeth would have killed anyone who dared take what was hers. Now she kept her face carefully blank as Rodney walked away from her, his new teammates at his side.
Title: Preternatural State of Affairs (Pre-Atlantis)
Prompts: Bored/She (10/85)
Words: 500
Being held in thrall to a vampire, Rodney thought, should be much more interesting than it actually was. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, restless, and Elizabeth’s hand tightened on the back of his neck, her nails sharp against his skin. He left out a huff and settled onto his haunches, allowing her to guide his head against her thigh. Her fingers rubbed circles behind his ears in absent reward.
Rodney closed his eyes, wishing he could do the same with his nose and ears. The conference room was packed with representatives of this group and that. The dry scent of vampires on top of the musk of the therianthropes mixed with the miasma of a dozen other preternatural species was enough to turn his stomach, to say nothing of the absolutely horrid perfume Lady Maya Angelique like to pretend covered the stench of her zombie bodyguard. Besides, Rodney was of the firm belief that if there was noise to be made, he should be the one making it. Even though the political maneuverings of preternatural society held little interest for him, he was certain his voice would have been raised above the others.
Which, he realized in retrospect, was probably why Elizabeth had insisted he attend this farce in canid form. Well, that and the unfortunate incident involving a box of donuts, an arc welder, and Elizabeth’s favorite silk sheets last week. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for the distraction provided by Radek…
Elizabeth’s hand twitched on his nape, tugging at his collar, and Rodney perked up. Was something interesting finally happening?
“It’s agreed then,” George Hammond was saying. The canny Texan werebear’s usual warm drawl was sharp and to the point. “Elizabeth Weir will lead not only the human component, but will be our official point for contact for the preternatural individuals as well in the Antarctic.”
Antarctic? The Ancient outpost? Rodney’s jaw fell open as he twisted to look up at Elizabeth. He didn’t need a wolf’s nose to scent the satisfaction in her smile. The mischievous lift of an eyebrow told him she had known all along. She had known! And left him hanging for an entire week! He huffed with laughter even as he admired her vicious streak. His revenge would come later. (Images of a feather duster and Elizabeth’s sensitive toes ran though his head. He wondered if he could enlist Radek’s assistance in holding her down…) Now his mind was whirling with the thought of getting his hands on an entire outpost of (mostly) untouched Ancient artifacts rather than just the few items that trickled through Area 51. Antarctica was the gateway to bigger and better things, Rodney knew, and he’d be willing to dig with his own two paws to get a hold of what lay beneath the ice. Elizabeth matched his wolf-grin with a smile of her own. Oh, being an average vampire’s thrall might be boring, but every day with Elizabeth was an adventure waiting to happen.
Title: Loose Ends (Rising I)
Prompts: Sad/Taste (84/39)
Words: 100
Pairing: Elizabeth/Simon
Warning: Death (Minor Character)
“Don’t go,” Simon whispered against her throat, lips sliding over sensitive skin. “Don’t leave me.”
“Never,” she promised. “Always together,” she murmured as he entered her, warming her from the inside out.
Then it was her turn to breach his flesh, her fangs sinking true into his vein, his life becoming hers. She kissed the tears from his eyes, salty water cutting through the iron tang on her tongue, and held him as he stilled, breath waning and heart slowing. “You’ll always be with me,” were the last words she said to him. Her final loose end, cut and tied.
Title: For Now (Hot Zone)
Prompts: Accomplished/Independence (01/94)
Words: 500
Notes: Dialogue from the episode “Hot Zone”
“We need to discuss what happened earlier.”
“Now?” The weariness rolled off him like a New England fog, thick and heavy, but his heartbeat sped up, pushing adrenaline through his veins in a fight-or-flight response.
“That can never happen again,” Elizabeth opened bluntly, fully intending to force him into the defensive position.
Sheppard took the bait, practically throwing himself down into the chair. “Look, I'm sorry about ...”
She interrupted. “I understand your expertise in military matters and I agree that I should defer to those expertise in such situations.”
“Thank you!”
Don’t get ahead of yourself, major, she wanted to say, but managed to hold her temper in check. Still, the anger colored her next words. “But you are not the one who decides what is and what is not a military situation. Now, both General O'Neill and Colonel Sumner warned me that you don't respect the proper chain of command.”
“Well, sometimes I see a situation a little differently than ...”
“No. Listen to me, John. Now, you endangered yourself and the lives of many others.” Lives that Elizabeth had invested too much of her time and patience into to see wasted in foolish mistakes. Each was precious in and of itself, not just for the continued, mandatory blood donation, although that was certainly a consideration.
“Because I thought it was the best course of action to take!” Sheppard nearly shouted. “And, by the way, I saved your ass.” He said it with such willful pride, Elizabeth was tempted to slap that accomplished smirk off his face. She dug her fingers into the table as she leaned forward, projecting earnest sincerity. “I know you did -- but you have to trust me.”
“I do!”
“Do you?” She could him trust her, twist him to her will. She could tame that stubborn streak, dominate that strong body. It would just take a single bite, a few beats of his heart. He was so close, the blood rushing angrily through his veins, calling to her. She could hear it, nearly taste it on the air. The sweet ache of her fangs beginning to extend -
“You guys have a minute?” Rodney, with Carson in tow, warm wolf musk and the salty selkie scent impinging on her senses, brought her back from the brink of bloodlust. McKay’s eyes darted between them, nostrils flaring ever so slightly, no doubt smelling her aroused hunger, but not knowing if his timing was good or bad. Elizabeth wasn’t sure herself. In the lack of response from her, he lifted his chin bravely. “We've been able to spend some, uh, quality time with the, uh, nanovirus samples…”
No, Elizabeth decided after the men had gone. She did not need another thoughtless thrall or a needy, demanding pet. She needed a partner in this, willing or not, to keep her on her toes. Sheppard, like Sumner before him, would be useful as he was, an outside perspective. Let Major John Sheppard keep his defiant independence.
For now.
Title: Once Upon a Time
Prompts: Blank/Outsides (09/05)
Words: 300
Once upon a time, there was a lone wolf, outcast from his pack. The reasons for his solitude aren’t important, only the fact that he thought himself alone in the world. He was clever but needy and it made him vulnerable. He didn’t notice he was being stalked until the predators were at his door, huffing and puffing. They entranced him with overtures of friendship, made him feel valuable, and all the while, stealthily wrapped their chains around his neck.
Once upon a time, there was a noble lady, descended from a long line of nobility. She was named for her cruel grandmother and carried the family’s stain in a birthmark across her lower back. She walked where she pleased and where she walked, stability and peace followed. She was a conscientious shepherd. It simply would not do for the animals beneath her to fight one another, cause damage to each other.
Once upon a time, had circumstances been different, they would have been enemies, the wolf and the lady, fighting over the same food supply. They met, not in the dark and misty forest of the past, but over a modern conference table. He, disillusioned in his masters, saw in her an escape. She, in turn, sensed an untapped potential that others feared. She cut their bonds and attached her own slender chain to his bowed neck. She did not spare the rod, but nor did hold genuine praise from him. He became hers in a way he had never been allowed before. They traveled far together, always together, with no need for any other.
Once upon a time, Elizabeth would have killed anyone who dared take what was hers. Now she kept her face carefully blank as Rodney walked away from her, his new teammates at his side.