SGU fic: "two stepped through"
Name: Keenir
Show: Stargate:Universe
Story Title: Two stepped through.
Character/Relationships: Dr. Palmer, Eli Wallace, Dr. Nicholas Rush, Curtis.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Missing Scene, possibly bad chemistry in action.
POV: Palmer's.
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We mad our arguments and left Eli unswayed, in more ways than one. He thinks Rush can do no wrong. That’s not something I care to chance.
We’ll be back, we assured Eli, confident he would repeat it all frantically to Rush and Young. Not an unreasonable presumption, based upon events thus far.
We step through the stargate, hearing the crunch of something frost-looking caked underfoot. We’re on a low mountaintop, with nothing but rock in any direction for as far as the eye can see.
“There’s fog down in the valleys,” Curtis says. Okay, two things: rocks and… oh my.
“No,” I say as the stargate closes the wormhole behind the two of us - did Eli convince Franklin to stay behind? “That isn’t fog.” It’s moving all wrong and at the wrong speed. Plenty thick, though, with thin tendrils wafted up the smoother sides of the mountain.
None of the things I’m trying are getting the stargate to reactivate. No power sources in the area, no reserves in the pad. So here we stay.
We took a chance, made a gamble as dicey as one of Rush’s… and here we are. If we had been right, we would have been feted and Rush might even have admitted he isn’t all-knowing, that a soldier and a myrmecologist made a better decision than he did.
As things stand, the valley winds are picking up, pushing the chemical soup up to us. Back up to the stargate, so that explains the crunchy coating around it. Lie it has who knows how many times since this planet’s crappy terraforming job.
Nothing to do now but know the end will be quicker here than on board Destiny when her systems fail.
Show: Stargate:Universe
Story Title: Two stepped through.
Character/Relationships: Dr. Palmer, Eli Wallace, Dr. Nicholas Rush, Curtis.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Missing Scene, possibly bad chemistry in action.
POV: Palmer's.
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We mad our arguments and left Eli unswayed, in more ways than one. He thinks Rush can do no wrong. That’s not something I care to chance.
We’ll be back, we assured Eli, confident he would repeat it all frantically to Rush and Young. Not an unreasonable presumption, based upon events thus far.
We step through the stargate, hearing the crunch of something frost-looking caked underfoot. We’re on a low mountaintop, with nothing but rock in any direction for as far as the eye can see.
“There’s fog down in the valleys,” Curtis says. Okay, two things: rocks and… oh my.
“No,” I say as the stargate closes the wormhole behind the two of us - did Eli convince Franklin to stay behind? “That isn’t fog.” It’s moving all wrong and at the wrong speed. Plenty thick, though, with thin tendrils wafted up the smoother sides of the mountain.
None of the things I’m trying are getting the stargate to reactivate. No power sources in the area, no reserves in the pad. So here we stay.
We took a chance, made a gamble as dicey as one of Rush’s… and here we are. If we had been right, we would have been feted and Rush might even have admitted he isn’t all-knowing, that a soldier and a myrmecologist made a better decision than he did.
As things stand, the valley winds are picking up, pushing the chemical soup up to us. Back up to the stargate, so that explains the crunchy coating around it. Lie it has who knows how many times since this planet’s crappy terraforming job.
Nothing to do now but know the end will be quicker here than on board Destiny when her systems fail.