Title: Weathering Mary Sue
Author: kimmy4eytj
Rating: K = G
Content Warning: UST and Mary Sue
Spoilers: Pre-series
Characters: Everett Young and me
Word Count: 218
Summary: I miss weather.
Author's Notes: Written for
stargateland, phase 07, challenge # 34, “Mary Sue/Gary Stu.” Write a self-insert fic of at least 100 words with yourself as a character. I believe this is commonly refereed to as a Mary Sue. Tongue firmly in cheek. You have been warned.
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Being stuck on the Destiny saved my life, but it has no weather. I'm a US Navy, Chief Warrant Officer, an aerographer's mate, which means, I used to forecast space and planetary weather on Icarus. Not that Icarus wasn't boring, weather-wise. It's not too difficult on a dust-ball planet to say it will be hot and dusty with a 90% chance of dust storm.
Although, there was that time when I missed the forecast and it rained. It made a mud lahar out of the landing strip. Colonel Young was slightly inconvenienced at being delayed on his F-302 landing that day. But he did enjoy the few extra orbits above Icarus while the ground crew cleared the strip. I saw his smile when he exited his spacecraft.
Gosh, that man can melt you with his smile.
My duties now include gun battery practice, stirring compost, no hobla Ancient, so naturally everyone is learning Ancient, and when we drop out of FTL, I get called to the Bridge to consult with Dr Volker about the planetary and space weather of that system. It's enough to get me by, but man, do I miss weather.
Hmm, I'd love to let Colonel Young experience a rip roaring storm in my quarters. Oh, did I say that out loud? Shhh, don't tell TJ.
© kimmy4eytj, March 2012
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