Meme: timestamp responses
Written for the Timestamp Meme
Mensaverse snippet set some months after This is Where all the Silverware Went.
Rod cycles through native guides about once a month after punting Gemmar. Eventually people stop thinking he’s dissatisfied. They assume it’s just SOP, like he's just trying to get the best use of varied skill sets. But if Elizabeth stops sending him emails about team counseling with Kate Heightmeyer, she makes sure his inability to keep a stable foursome lands them at the bottom of the mission priority roster. He's taken to volunteering his team for anything remotely relevant. M11-39S, a spate of unusual energy readings, and bam, they're piggybacking Sumner's team for food negotiations with the Genii.
Days like this, Rod's just glad everybody likes Ford.
Today, their forth is an Athosian woman named Teyla Emmagen, one of a handful to leave Athos for Atlantis permanently. She comes highly recommended for her intelligence and for her ability to deal out violence, but her grimness scares Rod a little. So does the way she bonded to Sheppard instantly like a powerful epoxy. Rod rarely finds Sheppard these days but in her company, sweaty and exhausted in off-limits sectors, behind doors marked “permanently blocked: demolition team required." Rod tries not to think too much about it.
They're in the middle of a Genii harvest festival when the air strike comes: through the gate, ships sleeker and more powerful than anything they’ve seen in this galaxy. The faces of the Genii reflect terror but determination. Emmagen and Sheppard appear out of nowhere, even before Ford's startled radio from the gate, like they knew it was happening somehow, and Emmagen’s shouting in a terrible voice, “Wraith!”
Before Rod can even ask what that’s supposed to mean, the ships are there, some kind of white-bright weapon flashing down towards them, and somehow half their people are missing, including Emmagen herself and Colonel Sumner.
One of the remaining Genii, Cowen, tries to say cautiously, “Perhaps we can help you return your people,” like it’s the start of a trade negotiation.
The rest of the expedition members are still running casualty counts or wandering around in shock. Rod’s staring at the sky, too baffled to be scared, when Sheppard looks Cowen straight in the face and says, “No disrespect, Governor, but fuck you very much.”
And maybe that should have been the beginning of the end, but four hours later, impossibly, Teyla Emmagen and Colonel Sumner and every other goddamn person slated to--god--be eaten, apparently, are back, unharmed, except for Torran of Sumner’s team and Dr. Corrigan, and it was Sheppard’s hand on the wheel that steered them home. Maybe he woke up a voracious alien enemy while he was at it, but for the first time since the beginning of the expedition, nobody hates Sheppard and the Marines are even a little bit in love with him.
John and Captain Holland (the black mark) set six months before I Believe in Wishful Thinking.
John's chopper is pretty much fucked. Nothing fucking works except the goddamn blades are still spinning, and that’s a miracle he doesn’t deserve; but there are three airmen in the back Colonel fucking-medal-of-honor Branson ordered left dead in the sand, and maybe they deserve it. One of them got the shitty end of the upgrade--dead in the fucking chopper instead, but going home for somebody to cry over. The second’s upright, keeps trying to engage Dex in conversation--when Dex is too busy trying to make sure John doesn’t crash them all from blood loss--eyes way too clear for the chunk missing from his calf, like he can’t just be rescued and wait another fucking hour and a half for the intel. The third guy is the totally fucking absurd Captain Michael Holland, who tries to teach John how to be uptight like a real goddamn rotor pilot and gets colds in the blazing oven that is the Afghani desert. Captain Michael Holland, the jumpsuit over his chest wet and cherry red but rising and falling and that--out of every fucking thing since John decided what the hell, who needs a career, this is the Air Force--is the real fucking miracle, that the frail son of bitch isn’t dead--his chest is still rising--and isn’t this the most perfect night in John’s entire life since his dad gave up pretending to be middle class and let John have the goddamn Ferrari.
A--well. it's. a high school AU sort of. with Ronon. Because rokeon is a trouble maker and asked for something based off the fifth thing Ronon's tattoo doesn't mean and I threw in a reference to this (which is an SGA/Halo fusion) because rokeon was one of probably two people in fandom who thought it was as awesome as I did.
Ronon's X-Box broke right after Master Chief started metamorphising into an elite and you had to run a level as Elizabeth to save him, (if you hit the game glitch that turned 343 GuiltySpark into an ally it's actually pretty easy, but not as fun). He could tell by the look his mother gave him, she wasn't going to buy him another one until he caved and got a part-time job. He called Teyla after her shift at Macy's, but she said, "I do not think you would fit in at the cosmetics counters."
And that was the first time he worked at McWraith.
Mensaverse snippet set some months after This is Where all the Silverware Went.
Rod cycles through native guides about once a month after punting Gemmar. Eventually people stop thinking he’s dissatisfied. They assume it’s just SOP, like he's just trying to get the best use of varied skill sets. But if Elizabeth stops sending him emails about team counseling with Kate Heightmeyer, she makes sure his inability to keep a stable foursome lands them at the bottom of the mission priority roster. He's taken to volunteering his team for anything remotely relevant. M11-39S, a spate of unusual energy readings, and bam, they're piggybacking Sumner's team for food negotiations with the Genii.
Days like this, Rod's just glad everybody likes Ford.
Today, their forth is an Athosian woman named Teyla Emmagen, one of a handful to leave Athos for Atlantis permanently. She comes highly recommended for her intelligence and for her ability to deal out violence, but her grimness scares Rod a little. So does the way she bonded to Sheppard instantly like a powerful epoxy. Rod rarely finds Sheppard these days but in her company, sweaty and exhausted in off-limits sectors, behind doors marked “permanently blocked: demolition team required." Rod tries not to think too much about it.
They're in the middle of a Genii harvest festival when the air strike comes: through the gate, ships sleeker and more powerful than anything they’ve seen in this galaxy. The faces of the Genii reflect terror but determination. Emmagen and Sheppard appear out of nowhere, even before Ford's startled radio from the gate, like they knew it was happening somehow, and Emmagen’s shouting in a terrible voice, “Wraith!”
Before Rod can even ask what that’s supposed to mean, the ships are there, some kind of white-bright weapon flashing down towards them, and somehow half their people are missing, including Emmagen herself and Colonel Sumner.
One of the remaining Genii, Cowen, tries to say cautiously, “Perhaps we can help you return your people,” like it’s the start of a trade negotiation.
The rest of the expedition members are still running casualty counts or wandering around in shock. Rod’s staring at the sky, too baffled to be scared, when Sheppard looks Cowen straight in the face and says, “No disrespect, Governor, but fuck you very much.”
And maybe that should have been the beginning of the end, but four hours later, impossibly, Teyla Emmagen and Colonel Sumner and every other goddamn person slated to--god--be eaten, apparently, are back, unharmed, except for Torran of Sumner’s team and Dr. Corrigan, and it was Sheppard’s hand on the wheel that steered them home. Maybe he woke up a voracious alien enemy while he was at it, but for the first time since the beginning of the expedition, nobody hates Sheppard and the Marines are even a little bit in love with him.
John and Captain Holland (the black mark) set six months before I Believe in Wishful Thinking.
John's chopper is pretty much fucked. Nothing fucking works except the goddamn blades are still spinning, and that’s a miracle he doesn’t deserve; but there are three airmen in the back Colonel fucking-medal-of-honor Branson ordered left dead in the sand, and maybe they deserve it. One of them got the shitty end of the upgrade--dead in the fucking chopper instead, but going home for somebody to cry over. The second’s upright, keeps trying to engage Dex in conversation--when Dex is too busy trying to make sure John doesn’t crash them all from blood loss--eyes way too clear for the chunk missing from his calf, like he can’t just be rescued and wait another fucking hour and a half for the intel. The third guy is the totally fucking absurd Captain Michael Holland, who tries to teach John how to be uptight like a real goddamn rotor pilot and gets colds in the blazing oven that is the Afghani desert. Captain Michael Holland, the jumpsuit over his chest wet and cherry red but rising and falling and that--out of every fucking thing since John decided what the hell, who needs a career, this is the Air Force--is the real fucking miracle, that the frail son of bitch isn’t dead--his chest is still rising--and isn’t this the most perfect night in John’s entire life since his dad gave up pretending to be middle class and let John have the goddamn Ferrari.
A--well. it's. a high school AU sort of. with Ronon. Because rokeon is a trouble maker and asked for something based off the fifth thing Ronon's tattoo doesn't mean and I threw in a reference to this (which is an SGA/Halo fusion) because rokeon was one of probably two people in fandom who thought it was as awesome as I did.
Ronon's X-Box broke right after Master Chief started metamorphising into an elite and you had to run a level as Elizabeth to save him, (if you hit the game glitch that turned 343 GuiltySpark into an ally it's actually pretty easy, but not as fun). He could tell by the look his mother gave him, she wasn't going to buy him another one until he caved and got a part-time job. He called Teyla after her shift at Macy's, but she said, "I do not think you would fit in at the cosmetics counters."
And that was the first time he worked at McWraith.