The SGA Love Shack Meme
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The SGA Love Shack Meme Comment Fic
“Man, this is the scariest foe we’ve ever faced.” Sheppard swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving convulsively under freshly shaved skin.
“Foe?” Rodney echoed mockingly
“Yeah, foe.” He ran a finger along the edge of his shirt collar. “They’ll eat us alive.”
“Show no fear, General,” Rodney said and pointed Sheppard towards the double doors.
~*~
“I can’t believe that we got to come here.” Ben quivered.
“It’s gonna be awesome.” Jamal tried to stretch higher to see over the head of the girl in front of him. “Why did they have to come?” he seethed.
“They just want to see the General. I bet they can’t even code in ‘R.’” Ben got up on his seat to see over the mess of sticky up hair the girls were all going for this year. He held out his hand. “Come on, Jammy.”
“I can’t.”
“I’ll help you balance. Do you want to see the back of cheerleaders’ heads?” Ben glanced over his shoulder at the row of twelfth-graders standing behind them. They were all over six feet and focussed on the intro playing on the giant stadium screen. “Jamal!”
“Okay.” Jamal grabbed Ben’s outstretched hands. Ben yanked him up, rocking violently, backward.
“Watch it, kiddo. Heh.” The twelfth-grader directly behind him, reached down with plate-like hands and caught them both. He easily steadied Ben and yanked Jamal up. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.” Practiced, Ben held out his arm allowing Jamal to grab it so he could steady himself.
“Yeah, thanks.” Jamal spared a second to glance at the teen but the call of the stadium was too important.
The screen showed the rollercoaster ride of a trip through a wormhole. A thrum of music rolled, drums beating louder. And then whoosh; the blow out of the Stargate event horizon!
“That was the event horizon! That was the event horizon!” Ben told Jamal.
“I know. I know. I told you how it worked,” Jamal snapped back.
Roman Candle fireworks erupted on either side of the stage in the far end of the football field under a giant screen. An air force officer - Captain, Ben judged scrutinizing the pips on his collar shown in large relief on the screen -- stepped up to a central podium.
“Welcome, everyone. It’s great to see you. And you all know why you’ve come--”
Thunderous screaming and shrieking filled the air.
Laughing, the captain raised his arms in surrender. He leaned forward closely to the mike. “I won’t give you the long speech which I’d prepared. Without further ado, let me introduce: General John Patrick Sheppard and Dr. Rodney McKay of Stargate Command, Leaders of Atlantis and inter-galactic space explorers!”
Ben jumped up and down. “They’re here. They’re here.”
A thousand voices screamed with him.
~*~
“Holy Shit,” John said frozen at the entrance. The urge to remain in the shadows was irresistible.
“Some hero.” Rodney shoved him hard between the shoulder blades and out into the sunlight.
John staggered out and impossibly the noise increased. Rodney was there at his side, a supporting hand at the small of his back. He raised his other hand high, fingers splayed and the screaming jumped up another notch. Dr. Rockstar McKay had taken over the stage.
~*~
“…and that is why I went to school and have two Ph.D.s in Astrophysics and Engineering because I wanted to understand the nature of the universe and also I could travel to other planets.” Rodney planted both hands on the podium and leaned forwards. “So I’ve been told that there are some minions walking around this massive audience with microphones so you can ask me questions. Go on, then.”
John marvelled; Rodney was in his element. He was the conductor of an orchestra of a billion - okay, thousand - hyped up kids. Recently Rodney had been to more than a few science conferences, but surprisingly, had refused to participate in television interviews with anyone, be they Conan or Oprah. However, when asked to talk to a mess of kids from a coalition of high schools in Colorado, including the schools where a lot of the kids whose parents worked beneath the mountain studied, he had said ‘yes.’ The kids had written a whole suite of emails and letters, and from the younger kids they had got colourful pictures.
They were kind of cute in a seriously intent, scary way.
One dark haired moppet asked, ‘What does it feel like in the wormholly?’ in a high pitched voice. John winced, expecting vitriol, but Rodney launched into describing a cold rollercoaster ride followed by detail about why it was cold which probably went straight over the kids’ head.
Inexplicably, John found himself edging closer to McKay’s podium.
Still lecturing, McKay reached out, and tugged him into his orbit. “And if you want to be a General you also have to go to a good University.”
“What’s it like being on a Stargate Team?” another prepubescent voice asked.
“Awesome. Chose your partners well,” Rodney said intently. “They need to have complementary and balancing skills. And if you’re lucky your team mates will become your family. Next question!”
“Hi, my name’s Jamal.” His voice echoed over the speakers and the kid gasped audibly at the sound. The stadium camera’s focussed on a geeky little kid with Einstein-wild curly hair and big brown eyes.
“Yeah?” John prompted. The kid wobbled and his friend grabbed him with a bracing hand. John thought that he didn’t look well.
“Will I be able to go to Atlantis… someday?” Jamal asked wistfully.
John leaned over to share McKay’s microphone and thought of all the amazing things that they had seen, adventures on the edge of the universe, the magic, mystery and mayhem.
“Kid,” John said, “anything is possible.”
Fin
*points* it’s a great place to go over to -- you can read and play and share the SGA love.
I’ve posted pictures and also
The SGA Love Shack Meme Comment Fic
“Man, this is the scariest foe we’ve ever faced.” Sheppard swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving convulsively under freshly shaved skin.
“Foe?” Rodney echoed mockingly
“Yeah, foe.” He ran a finger along the edge of his shirt collar. “They’ll eat us alive.”
“Show no fear, General,” Rodney said and pointed Sheppard towards the double doors.
~*~
“I can’t believe that we got to come here.” Ben quivered.
“It’s gonna be awesome.” Jamal tried to stretch higher to see over the head of the girl in front of him. “Why did they have to come?” he seethed.
“They just want to see the General. I bet they can’t even code in ‘R.’” Ben got up on his seat to see over the mess of sticky up hair the girls were all going for this year. He held out his hand. “Come on, Jammy.”
“I can’t.”
“I’ll help you balance. Do you want to see the back of cheerleaders’ heads?” Ben glanced over his shoulder at the row of twelfth-graders standing behind them. They were all over six feet and focussed on the intro playing on the giant stadium screen. “Jamal!”
“Okay.” Jamal grabbed Ben’s outstretched hands. Ben yanked him up, rocking violently, backward.
“Watch it, kiddo. Heh.” The twelfth-grader directly behind him, reached down with plate-like hands and caught them both. He easily steadied Ben and yanked Jamal up. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.” Practiced, Ben held out his arm allowing Jamal to grab it so he could steady himself.
“Yeah, thanks.” Jamal spared a second to glance at the teen but the call of the stadium was too important.
The screen showed the rollercoaster ride of a trip through a wormhole. A thrum of music rolled, drums beating louder. And then whoosh; the blow out of the Stargate event horizon!
“That was the event horizon! That was the event horizon!” Ben told Jamal.
“I know. I know. I told you how it worked,” Jamal snapped back.
Roman Candle fireworks erupted on either side of the stage in the far end of the football field under a giant screen. An air force officer - Captain, Ben judged scrutinizing the pips on his collar shown in large relief on the screen -- stepped up to a central podium.
“Welcome, everyone. It’s great to see you. And you all know why you’ve come--”
Thunderous screaming and shrieking filled the air.
Laughing, the captain raised his arms in surrender. He leaned forward closely to the mike. “I won’t give you the long speech which I’d prepared. Without further ado, let me introduce: General John Patrick Sheppard and Dr. Rodney McKay of Stargate Command, Leaders of Atlantis and inter-galactic space explorers!”
Ben jumped up and down. “They’re here. They’re here.”
A thousand voices screamed with him.
~*~
“Holy Shit,” John said frozen at the entrance. The urge to remain in the shadows was irresistible.
“Some hero.” Rodney shoved him hard between the shoulder blades and out into the sunlight.
John staggered out and impossibly the noise increased. Rodney was there at his side, a supporting hand at the small of his back. He raised his other hand high, fingers splayed and the screaming jumped up another notch. Dr. Rockstar McKay had taken over the stage.
~*~
“…and that is why I went to school and have two Ph.D.s in Astrophysics and Engineering because I wanted to understand the nature of the universe and also I could travel to other planets.” Rodney planted both hands on the podium and leaned forwards. “So I’ve been told that there are some minions walking around this massive audience with microphones so you can ask me questions. Go on, then.”
John marvelled; Rodney was in his element. He was the conductor of an orchestra of a billion - okay, thousand - hyped up kids. Recently Rodney had been to more than a few science conferences, but surprisingly, had refused to participate in television interviews with anyone, be they Conan or Oprah. However, when asked to talk to a mess of kids from a coalition of high schools in Colorado, including the schools where a lot of the kids whose parents worked beneath the mountain studied, he had said ‘yes.’ The kids had written a whole suite of emails and letters, and from the younger kids they had got colourful pictures.
They were kind of cute in a seriously intent, scary way.
One dark haired moppet asked, ‘What does it feel like in the wormholly?’ in a high pitched voice. John winced, expecting vitriol, but Rodney launched into describing a cold rollercoaster ride followed by detail about why it was cold which probably went straight over the kids’ head.
Inexplicably, John found himself edging closer to McKay’s podium.
Still lecturing, McKay reached out, and tugged him into his orbit. “And if you want to be a General you also have to go to a good University.”
“What’s it like being on a Stargate Team?” another prepubescent voice asked.
“Awesome. Chose your partners well,” Rodney said intently. “They need to have complementary and balancing skills. And if you’re lucky your team mates will become your family. Next question!”
“Hi, my name’s Jamal.” His voice echoed over the speakers and the kid gasped audibly at the sound. The stadium camera’s focussed on a geeky little kid with Einstein-wild curly hair and big brown eyes.
“Yeah?” John prompted. The kid wobbled and his friend grabbed him with a bracing hand. John thought that he didn’t look well.
“Will I be able to go to Atlantis… someday?” Jamal asked wistfully.
John leaned over to share McKay’s microphone and thought of all the amazing things that they had seen, adventures on the edge of the universe, the magic, mystery and mayhem.
“Kid,” John said, “anything is possible.”
Fin