24 Gifts Of 2007 - Dreams
Yeah, another AU I refuse to write... The OC in the universe of Earth 2... it's a little TOO insane even for me... lol...
I'm kinda playing fast and loose with the background of Earth 2, but since this is just the basic universe, I can do that! lol... While in Earth 2 canon, Syndrome kids only live to about 9 if they were lucky, in this universe Syndrome 'kids' can live to be teenagers and even into their early 20's, but it's a really lousy life and by the time they hit their teens almost any exertion, even just walking a few feet, in an immuno suit, is extremely tiring.
Ryan kinda uses the 'F' word quite a few times... he's in a bad mood... lol
Ryan hated planets.
Not that he'd been on many, he usually just did the flying between them, picking people up and dropping them off, with the months or even years in between worlds spent in hibernation. But the few times he'd actually set foot on a planet he hated it, and G889 was no different. He'd done his good deed of the decade, he'd held the escape pod until it was full to capacity and only then pulled the lever to release it from the advance ship, and he'd gotten his reward: a broken leg and no bone knitting injection before hand because he wasn't ever suppose to set foot on the god damn colony planet.
Yeah, Ryan Atwood, pilot and guy who looked about 25 but was actually more like 75, fucking hated fucking planets with their fucking dirt and fucking wind.
"How's the leg?" Dr. Summer Roberts asked as she crouched down beside him, her medical glove already running over the leg to check.
"Broken," Ryan replied dryly, trying not to smile as she rolled her eyes. It was fun getting a rise out of the pretty doctor. "How's the kid doing?"
"You mean the guy who's our age but acts about 8?" Summer replied. "Seth Cohen is doing just fine, considering."
"Good," Ryan said. "Bad enough to have the Syndrome, but to have it on some rock with no decent medical..." he trailed off when he saw the glare on her face. "He stops breathing, what do you do? He has a respiratory episode, what do you do?"
"I save him."
"How? We don't have shocker pads, we don't have even half the stuff we need," Ryan said in a low voice. "It's not that I don't think you're good enough, Doc, it's that you don't have the supplies you need to do the job that I'm sure you could do, if you had the supplies you need."
"Go to sleep, flyboy," Summer said, patting his chest and sighing in a mix of annoyance and amusement when he caught her hand and held it in place near his heart. "What?"
"Stay and... sleep... with me?" Ryan teased, laughing as she pulled away with a huff and stormed off.
"Pleasant dreams," she called back.
"I don't dream, Doc! Too long in cold sleep, that switch got turned off!"
"Explains one hell of a lot about you if your REM sleep deprived!" Summer snapped back
Ryan chuckled and shifted, trying to get comfortable as he closed his eyes and then... then...
Then he was standing up, his leg healed and find as he looked around the barren desert he found himself in, nearly blinded by the glare of the almost pure white sand. He'd meant what he told Summer, he never dreamed, not for a long damn time, and he liked it that way. When he'd had dreams, it was always about her, his late wife, who'd ironically been one of the early cases of the Syndrome, before it even had that name and before it evolved into something that led to complete debilitation by age 20. He hated dreaming even more than he hated planets. But this... he'd never dreamed of anything like this before. Especially not of creatures like the ones that had just come up out of the sand in front of him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
They didn't speak, but he knew his answer all the same. They were Terrians, natives to this world that Ryan had crash landed on, and they were curious about him and the rest of the newcomers. They were really curious about Seth.
"What do you want from us?"
Again, the answer came without words. Peace. Friendship.
Ryan woke with a jerk when he heard the screams, and tried to get up only to have pain tear through his leg as people ran into the woods. He caught the arm of the mechanic, a guy he'd known off and on for years. "What's going on, Sandy?"
"Seth's gone missing, quicksand pulled him right down," Sandy replied before yanking away.
Ryan didn't know how, but he knew that the Terrians had something to do with this. And it both left him sure that Seth would be okay, and terrified of what else they could do.
End Of Craziness
Marissa is the dead wife Ryan mentions, because hello! That girl is a poster child for some sort of debilitating illness! lol But hey, she's dead! Bonus! lol
The basic character comparisons:
Ryan - Alonzo Solace (The Pilot who broke his leg and was the link to the Terrians)
Summer - Dr. Julia Heller (The young doctor who is all they have after the crash)
Kirsten - Devon Adair (The woman who used her family's money and influence to try to save her son)
Seth - Uly Adair (The sickly son of the expeditions leader, a bit spoiled and bratty)
Sandy - John Danziger (The mechanic who wasn't suppossed to touch down on the planet)
I'm kinda playing fast and loose with the background of Earth 2, but since this is just the basic universe, I can do that! lol... While in Earth 2 canon, Syndrome kids only live to about 9 if they were lucky, in this universe Syndrome 'kids' can live to be teenagers and even into their early 20's, but it's a really lousy life and by the time they hit their teens almost any exertion, even just walking a few feet, in an immuno suit, is extremely tiring.
Ryan kinda uses the 'F' word quite a few times... he's in a bad mood... lol
Ryan hated planets.
Not that he'd been on many, he usually just did the flying between them, picking people up and dropping them off, with the months or even years in between worlds spent in hibernation. But the few times he'd actually set foot on a planet he hated it, and G889 was no different. He'd done his good deed of the decade, he'd held the escape pod until it was full to capacity and only then pulled the lever to release it from the advance ship, and he'd gotten his reward: a broken leg and no bone knitting injection before hand because he wasn't ever suppose to set foot on the god damn colony planet.
Yeah, Ryan Atwood, pilot and guy who looked about 25 but was actually more like 75, fucking hated fucking planets with their fucking dirt and fucking wind.
"How's the leg?" Dr. Summer Roberts asked as she crouched down beside him, her medical glove already running over the leg to check.
"Broken," Ryan replied dryly, trying not to smile as she rolled her eyes. It was fun getting a rise out of the pretty doctor. "How's the kid doing?"
"You mean the guy who's our age but acts about 8?" Summer replied. "Seth Cohen is doing just fine, considering."
"Good," Ryan said. "Bad enough to have the Syndrome, but to have it on some rock with no decent medical..." he trailed off when he saw the glare on her face. "He stops breathing, what do you do? He has a respiratory episode, what do you do?"
"I save him."
"How? We don't have shocker pads, we don't have even half the stuff we need," Ryan said in a low voice. "It's not that I don't think you're good enough, Doc, it's that you don't have the supplies you need to do the job that I'm sure you could do, if you had the supplies you need."
"Go to sleep, flyboy," Summer said, patting his chest and sighing in a mix of annoyance and amusement when he caught her hand and held it in place near his heart. "What?"
"Stay and... sleep... with me?" Ryan teased, laughing as she pulled away with a huff and stormed off.
"Pleasant dreams," she called back.
"I don't dream, Doc! Too long in cold sleep, that switch got turned off!"
"Explains one hell of a lot about you if your REM sleep deprived!" Summer snapped back
Ryan chuckled and shifted, trying to get comfortable as he closed his eyes and then... then...
Then he was standing up, his leg healed and find as he looked around the barren desert he found himself in, nearly blinded by the glare of the almost pure white sand. He'd meant what he told Summer, he never dreamed, not for a long damn time, and he liked it that way. When he'd had dreams, it was always about her, his late wife, who'd ironically been one of the early cases of the Syndrome, before it even had that name and before it evolved into something that led to complete debilitation by age 20. He hated dreaming even more than he hated planets. But this... he'd never dreamed of anything like this before. Especially not of creatures like the ones that had just come up out of the sand in front of him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
They didn't speak, but he knew his answer all the same. They were Terrians, natives to this world that Ryan had crash landed on, and they were curious about him and the rest of the newcomers. They were really curious about Seth.
"What do you want from us?"
Again, the answer came without words. Peace. Friendship.
Ryan woke with a jerk when he heard the screams, and tried to get up only to have pain tear through his leg as people ran into the woods. He caught the arm of the mechanic, a guy he'd known off and on for years. "What's going on, Sandy?"
"Seth's gone missing, quicksand pulled him right down," Sandy replied before yanking away.
Ryan didn't know how, but he knew that the Terrians had something to do with this. And it both left him sure that Seth would be okay, and terrified of what else they could do.
End Of Craziness
Marissa is the dead wife Ryan mentions, because hello! That girl is a poster child for some sort of debilitating illness! lol But hey, she's dead! Bonus! lol
The basic character comparisons:
Ryan - Alonzo Solace (The Pilot who broke his leg and was the link to the Terrians)
Summer - Dr. Julia Heller (The young doctor who is all they have after the crash)
Kirsten - Devon Adair (The woman who used her family's money and influence to try to save her son)
Seth - Uly Adair (The sickly son of the expeditions leader, a bit spoiled and bratty)
Sandy - John Danziger (The mechanic who wasn't suppossed to touch down on the planet)