Fanfic: Stargate Atlantis Drabbles for prompts of 'Hope' and 'Pain'
These drabbles were written for stargateland. Posting them because the amount of writing I get done these days is lame and what I do write doesn't get posted 99% of the time. Besides, I placed on one and got a shiny banner!!
Prompt: Hope
“We’re doomed, we’re toast!”
“Calm down, Rodney! We’ll find a way out if here,” John said for what felt like the billionth time.
“He’s right, Rodney,” Teyla added. “Ronon got away and Elizabeth won’t just leave us here to-”
“To die? Because that is exactly what’s going to happen in twenty, no make that fifteen, fifteen minutes, if we don’t find a way out!”
John and Teyla both sighed use to Rodney’s freaking out by now.
“That’s it,” Rodney mumbled disbelievingly to himself, “I’ve slaved for three complete and now wasted years of my life in another galaxy and no one is even going to know about it. I’m never even going to get any credit for all that I did!”
John rolled his eyes and bumped the back of his head against the cage in frustration. “I’ll make sure you get the credit.”
“HOW! You’ll be just as dead as I am, maybe even sooner!”
“Rodney.” John made a purposeful sweeping gesture at him with his hand, “Calm down. Everything is going to be alright.”
“But-!”
John turned and looked him in the eyes. “Rodney! Look at me!”
He did.
“Do you trust me?”
Rodney gapped uncertainly before saying, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Then calm down and don’t worry about it. There is still hope.”
Rodney just nodded and sighed. After they were all quiet a moment, he added, “You’d really make sure I got the credit?”
“If it’s the last thing I do.”
Rodney smiled.
Prompt: Pain
(I'm a bit disappointed on how this one turned out. I needed to write it twice because I deleted the first and better version by mistake.)
“Thank you for coming today, John.”
“Hmph.” He looked around Heightmeyer’s office as he shifted with discomfort in his chair.
“There was something that you wanted to talk about with me, today?” she asked hopefully.
John opened his mouth to speak, before springing up out of his chair. “Never mind. I don’t know what I was thinking. This was a really big mistake.” He went towards the door.
“John! Sit down.”
He stopped. Pausing a moment, he turned towards her, his hand on his hip, and looked at her, before gazing about the room again, “Why is it that a therapist’s office in the Pegasus Galaxy looks just like one you’d see on Earth?”
Heightmeyer smiled, “Because we’re from Earth and this was just some random office before we came here. Now, please; sit down.”
John sighed in surrender and did as she asked.
“So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Nothing. It was stupid,” he grumbled.
“But it was enough for you to want to talk to me about it?”
“It’s nothing. It’s just that I haven’t been able to sleep.”
“Since when?”
“Talus,” he breathed.
“That is the planet you took Doctor McKay to when he was going to die?”
“Yeah, the shrine.”
“Well, that was a dangerous mission and-”
John’s jaw went hard. “Don’t give me any of that crap! I’ve spent more time with some Wraiths than their own god damned families!”
“But it is common-”
“Not for me!” When she went to speak, he put it his finger to stop her, “Not for me.”
“Then what do you think it is?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to tell you what I think it is?”
John just glared at her.
“If this was Earth and you were one of my clients, I’d never tell you. I’d let you talk and figure it out yourself. But this is not Earth, you are not an average client and I seriously doubt you’ll be coming back.”
“Right,” John agreed. “So?”
“You’ve been blunt so I’ll be as well.” She leaned forward. “I think that seeing your friend almost die was a bit more than you could take. I think it is haunting you to the point that you are finding it hard to function.”
“Hey, I’m functioning just fine!”
“Are you? You can’t sleep. How well are you performing under those conditions?”
John closed his eyes. “Look, I’ve seen a lot of people die. More then I can count. More then half of which have happened since I’ve been to Atlantis. ”
“But how many of those people have been your best friend? The one person you‘d do anything for?”
Opening his eyes, he stared at her in pain.
“Doctor?”
“Yes, John?”
“Maybe I need to talk.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
Prompt: Hope
“We’re doomed, we’re toast!”
“Calm down, Rodney! We’ll find a way out if here,” John said for what felt like the billionth time.
“He’s right, Rodney,” Teyla added. “Ronon got away and Elizabeth won’t just leave us here to-”
“To die? Because that is exactly what’s going to happen in twenty, no make that fifteen, fifteen minutes, if we don’t find a way out!”
John and Teyla both sighed use to Rodney’s freaking out by now.
“That’s it,” Rodney mumbled disbelievingly to himself, “I’ve slaved for three complete and now wasted years of my life in another galaxy and no one is even going to know about it. I’m never even going to get any credit for all that I did!”
John rolled his eyes and bumped the back of his head against the cage in frustration. “I’ll make sure you get the credit.”
“HOW! You’ll be just as dead as I am, maybe even sooner!”
“Rodney.” John made a purposeful sweeping gesture at him with his hand, “Calm down. Everything is going to be alright.”
“But-!”
John turned and looked him in the eyes. “Rodney! Look at me!”
He did.
“Do you trust me?”
Rodney gapped uncertainly before saying, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Then calm down and don’t worry about it. There is still hope.”
Rodney just nodded and sighed. After they were all quiet a moment, he added, “You’d really make sure I got the credit?”
“If it’s the last thing I do.”
Rodney smiled.
Prompt: Pain
(I'm a bit disappointed on how this one turned out. I needed to write it twice because I deleted the first and better version by mistake.)
“Thank you for coming today, John.”
“Hmph.” He looked around Heightmeyer’s office as he shifted with discomfort in his chair.
“There was something that you wanted to talk about with me, today?” she asked hopefully.
John opened his mouth to speak, before springing up out of his chair. “Never mind. I don’t know what I was thinking. This was a really big mistake.” He went towards the door.
“John! Sit down.”
He stopped. Pausing a moment, he turned towards her, his hand on his hip, and looked at her, before gazing about the room again, “Why is it that a therapist’s office in the Pegasus Galaxy looks just like one you’d see on Earth?”
Heightmeyer smiled, “Because we’re from Earth and this was just some random office before we came here. Now, please; sit down.”
John sighed in surrender and did as she asked.
“So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Nothing. It was stupid,” he grumbled.
“But it was enough for you to want to talk to me about it?”
“It’s nothing. It’s just that I haven’t been able to sleep.”
“Since when?”
“Talus,” he breathed.
“That is the planet you took Doctor McKay to when he was going to die?”
“Yeah, the shrine.”
“Well, that was a dangerous mission and-”
John’s jaw went hard. “Don’t give me any of that crap! I’ve spent more time with some Wraiths than their own god damned families!”
“But it is common-”
“Not for me!” When she went to speak, he put it his finger to stop her, “Not for me.”
“Then what do you think it is?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to tell you what I think it is?”
John just glared at her.
“If this was Earth and you were one of my clients, I’d never tell you. I’d let you talk and figure it out yourself. But this is not Earth, you are not an average client and I seriously doubt you’ll be coming back.”
“Right,” John agreed. “So?”
“You’ve been blunt so I’ll be as well.” She leaned forward. “I think that seeing your friend almost die was a bit more than you could take. I think it is haunting you to the point that you are finding it hard to function.”
“Hey, I’m functioning just fine!”
“Are you? You can’t sleep. How well are you performing under those conditions?”
John closed his eyes. “Look, I’ve seen a lot of people die. More then I can count. More then half of which have happened since I’ve been to Atlantis. ”
“But how many of those people have been your best friend? The one person you‘d do anything for?”
Opening his eyes, he stared at her in pain.
“Doctor?”
“Yes, John?”
“Maybe I need to talk.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”