MISSING SCENE FOR THE STORM/THE EYE BY coolbreeze1 [LFWS #2 ROUND 7]
Title: Missing Scene from The Storm/The Eye
Author: coolbreeze1
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: The Storm/The Eye
Prompt for the Round: The story must be a missing scene for any episode from season 1 to season 5.
MISSING SCENE FOR THE STORM/THE EYE by coolbreeze1
The sound of the tsunami wave striking the shield caused a deafening roar to vibrate through the control room. John flinched at the sound, half expecting the tower to explode in a shower of sparks before crumbling against the force of the water. Across from him, the Genii woman stepped back in alarm, staring up at the ceiling as if expecting the same thing.
John’s hand tightened instinctively around the hilt of his P90, but the woman - girl, really - didn’t run away or attack. She wrapped her arms around her body, only the vaguest hint of Kolya’s dark hatred left in her eyes.
“Nice work, Rodney,” Weir said, relieved.
McKay sagged against his console. “Did you ever doubt me?”
“Yes, several times.”
Their banter was forced, their attempts at lightheartedness falling flat. After a few minutes, they gave it up completely. John bounced on his toes, fidgeting endlessly as he walked around the control room. Adrenaline-induced energy was flooding through him, and it was all he could do not to run screaming down the hall.
Atlantis continued to creak and groan against the storm until the rain and wind finally let up and the lightning ceased.
“It’s over,” McKay announced, and John’s heart thudded. It was over. He knew it would be, and yet he hadn’t quite believed they’d ever reach this point.
“We need to get the grounding stations and that last generator back online.”
McKay was staring at him, and it was a moment before John realized they were all waiting for him to respond.
“Right,” he said, shaking his head. “Ford-stations two and four. Elizabeth-station one. I’ll get station three and the generator. Teyla, keep on eye on things here,” he ordered, his eyes flitting from the Genii to McKay and a groggy-looking Beckett.
He left without waiting for an acknowledgment and was in the hall and halfway to the grounding station before he realized he was sprinting. He stumbled to a halt, gasping, and breathed in the faint scent of burning ozone.
How long had it been since this whole thing had started? A few hours? It felt like an eternity, like time had warped and stretched until all he’d known his entire life was this empty city, the storm, and the Genii threatening to destroy everything important to him.
His legs began to shake as the adrenaline of the last hours washed out of him in an instant. It was over-the city was safe. He had done what he had needed to do. He flashed back to the two Genii sneaking up on him at the grounding station, then the three others searching for him through the haze of his smoke grenade. He’d barely caught a glimpse of the first two, but the ones he’d shot from above…
John grimaced at the memory and leaned his back against the wall, bracing himself. Their deaths had been messy, and he’d had to climb back down from the scaffolding and step carefully around their bodies. And then there’d been the soldiers in the gateroom and the sound of fifty-plus bodies thudding against the gate shield…
John’s heart was beginning to pound again, and he slid to the floor. He was a soldier. He was trained for this-he had protected his home and his people-but the sound of the Genii hitting the shield continued to slap against his memory.
He was a pilot. That was all. He was a pilot thrust into a desperate situation. He’d been trained in hand-to-hand combat and guerilla tactics, but he’d never had to use those skills to this extent. Killing a man a hundred miles away from the safety of a helicopter cockpit was not the same as hearing the impact of a bullet against flesh and bone. How many had died today?
“Pull yourself together, John,” he mumbled, raising a trembling hand to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, forcing his lungs to expand and pull in great gulps of air.
“Sheppard, are you there yet? I’m going to have to talk you through reconnecting number three, since the Genii shot it all to hell.”
John released the breath he was holding, the sound of McKay’s voice grounding him unexpectedly. He grabbed his radio and was relieved to see his hand had stopped shaking.
“Almost, McKay.”
“Well, hurry up already. The day isn’t over yet!”
“Right,” he answered. He pushed back to his feet and began walking, breaking into a jog a few seconds later. First the grounding station, then the generator. Then they had to collect the dead, then get the rest of the expedition and the Athosians back to the city, then…
Yeah, the day was far from over.
END
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Author: coolbreeze1
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: The Storm/The Eye
Prompt for the Round: The story must be a missing scene for any episode from season 1 to season 5.
MISSING SCENE FOR THE STORM/THE EYE by coolbreeze1
The sound of the tsunami wave striking the shield caused a deafening roar to vibrate through the control room. John flinched at the sound, half expecting the tower to explode in a shower of sparks before crumbling against the force of the water. Across from him, the Genii woman stepped back in alarm, staring up at the ceiling as if expecting the same thing.
John’s hand tightened instinctively around the hilt of his P90, but the woman - girl, really - didn’t run away or attack. She wrapped her arms around her body, only the vaguest hint of Kolya’s dark hatred left in her eyes.
“Nice work, Rodney,” Weir said, relieved.
McKay sagged against his console. “Did you ever doubt me?”
“Yes, several times.”
Their banter was forced, their attempts at lightheartedness falling flat. After a few minutes, they gave it up completely. John bounced on his toes, fidgeting endlessly as he walked around the control room. Adrenaline-induced energy was flooding through him, and it was all he could do not to run screaming down the hall.
Atlantis continued to creak and groan against the storm until the rain and wind finally let up and the lightning ceased.
“It’s over,” McKay announced, and John’s heart thudded. It was over. He knew it would be, and yet he hadn’t quite believed they’d ever reach this point.
“We need to get the grounding stations and that last generator back online.”
McKay was staring at him, and it was a moment before John realized they were all waiting for him to respond.
“Right,” he said, shaking his head. “Ford-stations two and four. Elizabeth-station one. I’ll get station three and the generator. Teyla, keep on eye on things here,” he ordered, his eyes flitting from the Genii to McKay and a groggy-looking Beckett.
He left without waiting for an acknowledgment and was in the hall and halfway to the grounding station before he realized he was sprinting. He stumbled to a halt, gasping, and breathed in the faint scent of burning ozone.
How long had it been since this whole thing had started? A few hours? It felt like an eternity, like time had warped and stretched until all he’d known his entire life was this empty city, the storm, and the Genii threatening to destroy everything important to him.
His legs began to shake as the adrenaline of the last hours washed out of him in an instant. It was over-the city was safe. He had done what he had needed to do. He flashed back to the two Genii sneaking up on him at the grounding station, then the three others searching for him through the haze of his smoke grenade. He’d barely caught a glimpse of the first two, but the ones he’d shot from above…
John grimaced at the memory and leaned his back against the wall, bracing himself. Their deaths had been messy, and he’d had to climb back down from the scaffolding and step carefully around their bodies. And then there’d been the soldiers in the gateroom and the sound of fifty-plus bodies thudding against the gate shield…
John’s heart was beginning to pound again, and he slid to the floor. He was a soldier. He was trained for this-he had protected his home and his people-but the sound of the Genii hitting the shield continued to slap against his memory.
He was a pilot. That was all. He was a pilot thrust into a desperate situation. He’d been trained in hand-to-hand combat and guerilla tactics, but he’d never had to use those skills to this extent. Killing a man a hundred miles away from the safety of a helicopter cockpit was not the same as hearing the impact of a bullet against flesh and bone. How many had died today?
“Pull yourself together, John,” he mumbled, raising a trembling hand to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, forcing his lungs to expand and pull in great gulps of air.
“Sheppard, are you there yet? I’m going to have to talk you through reconnecting number three, since the Genii shot it all to hell.”
John released the breath he was holding, the sound of McKay’s voice grounding him unexpectedly. He grabbed his radio and was relieved to see his hand had stopped shaking.
“Almost, McKay.”
“Well, hurry up already. The day isn’t over yet!”
“Right,” he answered. He pushed back to his feet and began walking, breaking into a jog a few seconds later. First the grounding station, then the generator. Then they had to collect the dead, then get the rest of the expedition and the Athosians back to the city, then…
Yeah, the day was far from over.
END
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