Straight On 'Til Morning, by Kimera (38 Minutes Challenge)
Title: Straight On 'Til Morning
Author: Kimera
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Gen, Sheppard.
Spoilers: Siege II- possibly casting spoilers for S2?
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine.
Summary: Yet another way that John Sheppard escapes certain death.
Notes: Written in just under 38 minutes, plus time for editing and wracking my brain for a title.
It had been one year since the day John Sheppard had gone up against a Wraith Hive ship in a Puddlejumper, and blown the damn thing to kingdom come with one hastily-constructed nuke.
Or, at least, a year was as near as he could figure it. A team of Xybrian scientists had found him unconscious in the Jumper, which had appeared rather suddenly in orbit around their furthest moon, an event that startled their planet’s astronomers something fierce.
He had no way of knowing how long he’d been unconscious before they’d rescued him- the medical specialist who had treated him said he’d begun to show signs of dehydration and malnutrition, but that those had been corrected rather easily. The specialist also told him he’d remained unconscious in the medical ward for a short lunar phase, which John later discovered was their equivalent of a week (though it lasted nine days instead of seven).
The year following his rescue had been a frustrating one for John. Recovery from his ordeal was slow and he found that he tired easily. Repairs on the Jumper went equally as slow, even with help from the Xybrians, whose own level of technology seemed to be close to that of the Ancients. And there was the fact that he, of course, ended up on what must have been the only planet in the entire Pegasus galaxy whose inhabitants did not speak English or possess a Stargate.
Tech specialist Trinn had assured him that his mastery of the language in such a short time, even if his accent was atrocious, but John couldn’t shake the feeling that sometimes they were laughing at his attempts at their language.
But then, according to Trinn, the Major was the first alien contact his people had had since “Before”. John had tried, with little luck, to figure out what exactly “Before” referred to, but the Xybrians either didn’t know or weren’t willing to tell. Either way, he figured it had something to do with why their world, technologically advanced as it was, remained untroubled by the Wraith.
But now the repairs to the Jumper were complete, and armed with the database of technological information he’d managed to persuade the Xybrians to give him, John Sheppard was ready to go home. He’d miss the people here who’d he’d come to consider friends, especially Trinn, but he missed his friends- his family- on Atlantis as well.
The plan was simple enough: fly the Jumper to the nearest system with a gate, gate through to a planet he knew to be a week’s worth of travel from Atlantis, and then fly the rest of the way home. He wished that he could cut out that extra step, but he hadn’t exactly thought to bring an IDC transmitter on what he’d originally thought was going to be a suicide mission.
***
It had been four weeks to the day since John Sheppard had gone up against a Wraith Hive ship in a Puddlejumper, and blown the damn thing to kingdom come with one hastily-constructed nuke.
The day after that, the Daedalus had arrived and blown the other Hive ship that had been orbiting Atlantis.
The weeks following the victory, most of Atlantis’s population had been concerned with rebuilding and recovering. Almost none of the expedition chose to return to Earth with the Daedalus, and a good portion of Everett’s Marines had remained with Atlantis’s military contingent, now led by Colonel Caldwell. The general feeling was that they had fought too hard for this place to give it up.
Now, four weeks later, Weir was in the control room, seeing off the first team to go through the gate since the battle.
“Doctor Weir?” The technician monitoring the long-range sensors said in a somewhat strained tone of voice, “you might want to take a look at this…”
On the screen, headed straight for them, was a tiny blue dot that the computer identified as “PJ-1”.
“I’m picking up a radio transmission,” the technician said. At Weir’s nod, he put it on.
“Atlantis,” the voice was faint, the transmission staticky, but there was no mistaking whose voice it was. “I’m coming home.”
* * *
I really... don't know what to say about this one. I had this image of Shep being rescued by people who were technologically advanced, and then the only reasonable explanation I could come up with for why the Wraith hadn't beaten the crap out of them was that they existed in a sort of self-imposed exile that had certain... interesting effects. Yep.
Author: Kimera
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Gen, Sheppard.
Spoilers: Siege II- possibly casting spoilers for S2?
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine.
Summary: Yet another way that John Sheppard escapes certain death.
Notes: Written in just under 38 minutes, plus time for editing and wracking my brain for a title.
It had been one year since the day John Sheppard had gone up against a Wraith Hive ship in a Puddlejumper, and blown the damn thing to kingdom come with one hastily-constructed nuke.
Or, at least, a year was as near as he could figure it. A team of Xybrian scientists had found him unconscious in the Jumper, which had appeared rather suddenly in orbit around their furthest moon, an event that startled their planet’s astronomers something fierce.
He had no way of knowing how long he’d been unconscious before they’d rescued him- the medical specialist who had treated him said he’d begun to show signs of dehydration and malnutrition, but that those had been corrected rather easily. The specialist also told him he’d remained unconscious in the medical ward for a short lunar phase, which John later discovered was their equivalent of a week (though it lasted nine days instead of seven).
The year following his rescue had been a frustrating one for John. Recovery from his ordeal was slow and he found that he tired easily. Repairs on the Jumper went equally as slow, even with help from the Xybrians, whose own level of technology seemed to be close to that of the Ancients. And there was the fact that he, of course, ended up on what must have been the only planet in the entire Pegasus galaxy whose inhabitants did not speak English or possess a Stargate.
Tech specialist Trinn had assured him that his mastery of the language in such a short time, even if his accent was atrocious, but John couldn’t shake the feeling that sometimes they were laughing at his attempts at their language.
But then, according to Trinn, the Major was the first alien contact his people had had since “Before”. John had tried, with little luck, to figure out what exactly “Before” referred to, but the Xybrians either didn’t know or weren’t willing to tell. Either way, he figured it had something to do with why their world, technologically advanced as it was, remained untroubled by the Wraith.
But now the repairs to the Jumper were complete, and armed with the database of technological information he’d managed to persuade the Xybrians to give him, John Sheppard was ready to go home. He’d miss the people here who’d he’d come to consider friends, especially Trinn, but he missed his friends- his family- on Atlantis as well.
The plan was simple enough: fly the Jumper to the nearest system with a gate, gate through to a planet he knew to be a week’s worth of travel from Atlantis, and then fly the rest of the way home. He wished that he could cut out that extra step, but he hadn’t exactly thought to bring an IDC transmitter on what he’d originally thought was going to be a suicide mission.
***
It had been four weeks to the day since John Sheppard had gone up against a Wraith Hive ship in a Puddlejumper, and blown the damn thing to kingdom come with one hastily-constructed nuke.
The day after that, the Daedalus had arrived and blown the other Hive ship that had been orbiting Atlantis.
The weeks following the victory, most of Atlantis’s population had been concerned with rebuilding and recovering. Almost none of the expedition chose to return to Earth with the Daedalus, and a good portion of Everett’s Marines had remained with Atlantis’s military contingent, now led by Colonel Caldwell. The general feeling was that they had fought too hard for this place to give it up.
Now, four weeks later, Weir was in the control room, seeing off the first team to go through the gate since the battle.
“Doctor Weir?” The technician monitoring the long-range sensors said in a somewhat strained tone of voice, “you might want to take a look at this…”
On the screen, headed straight for them, was a tiny blue dot that the computer identified as “PJ-1”.
“I’m picking up a radio transmission,” the technician said. At Weir’s nod, he put it on.
“Atlantis,” the voice was faint, the transmission staticky, but there was no mistaking whose voice it was. “I’m coming home.”
* * *
I really... don't know what to say about this one. I had this image of Shep being rescued by people who were technologically advanced, and then the only reasonable explanation I could come up with for why the Wraith hadn't beaten the crap out of them was that they existed in a sort of self-imposed exile that had certain... interesting effects. Yep.