Note This
Thought I should probably try my hand at one of these.
Ronon: We're doing this again?
Rodney: Why? You have a pressing engagement somewhere else?
Ronon: They're serving meatloaf.
Rodney: Really?
John: Sit down, McKay.
Rodney: Fine. What have we got?
I’m trying it again. No votes. Just reviews. I will reply to those reviews I received before this story was taken off at the bottom. I shall write FIVE different endings. Read one, read all, read two, I don’t care. Just read, and review.
John: Hey, it's a Choose your own Adventure novel.
Rodney: I could be eating meatloaf right now.
Ronon: At least this one has periods.
Rodney: Says the alien.
John: And it's all spelled right.
Rodney: Says the American.
Ok, let me explain the chapters really quickly AND THIS IS IMPORTANT!
Rodney: STOP YELLING AT ME!
Ronon: You gonna say something?
John: Nah, too easy.
Chapter 1: Main story. Must read.
Chapter 2: Elizabeth as narrator (prologue)
Chapter 3: Rodney as narrator SLASH (prologue)
Chapter 4: Rodney as narrator FRIENDSHIP (prologue)
Chapter 5: Sheppard as narrator SLASH (prologue)
Chapter 6: Beckett as narrator SLASH (prologue)
Rodney: Tell Elizabeth and Carson they're on deck for later chapters.
Ronon: So, we have to read the first chapter?
John: That's what the author says.
Ronon: And we're listening to her?
Rodney: Okay, really, what's with the (prologue) ? How many chapters of prologue can one story have?
If you want any others, just tell me. I’ll see what I can do.
John: Guess that answers your question.
Rodney: Did anyone check to see if this has been updated?
John: Not since '05.
Rodney: It takes so little now to restore my faith in justice.
Ok. Now, ok, thanks to everyone who pointed out that Sheppard doesn’t have blue eyes. I didn’t realize this before, but can’t we just pretend? (I swear he has like grey/blue eyes... oh well).
Ronon: *stares at John's eyes*
John: They're hazel.
Ronon: Yeah.
John: Why are you still staring?
Ronon: Thought they might change if we pretended.
Rodney: Meatloaf?
John: Read.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Atlantis. I think Sci-Fi does. I’m not sure though. ...nobody trusts me...
...the author’s note is longer than the first chapter:gasps loudly:
Ronon: That wasn't the story?
John: Gee, wonder why no one trusts her?
Rodney: Think it might be the eye thing? Oh, and Sci-Fi so does not own me.
John: You keep telling yourself that, McKay.
Ronon: That wasn't the story?
Rodney: No, but at least it promises to be short.
Ronon: Maybe we'll still have time for meatloaf.
There was once a change I didn’t take and it burned me to the core. That feeling of ‘what if’. I lay awake thinking about what I didn’t do-what I wouldn’t do-what my fear kept me from doing. If I had taken that chance, would things be different? Would life have gone on though it’s stopped now? Would those blue eyes look at me again?
Rodney: A change I didn't take? Change what? Eye colour?
John: Who's talking? I get the whole internal monologue thing, but an identifier would be good.
Rodney: Huh.
John: What? I impressed you with my brilliance?
Rodney: No, I just figured out the prologue thing. It really is a Choose Your Own Adventure novel. You're stringing along all three of us? You really are Kirk.
John: Hey, I get a chapter to narrate too.
Rodney: Wonderful. Self-love.
Ronon: So, is this where we pretend you have blue eyes?
The world seems to have stopped turning for me. Time has stood still for ages-the chance I didn’t take mocking me in the darkness, broken only by his blue eyes, calling my name, asking me why I stood there, doing nothing. I see his face, his blue eyes bright, asking me, begging me, but I shut my eyes tightly and ignore the tears making their way down my cheeks. How could I have done that to him? It was risky-just too risky. But he had been willing, his blue eyes sparkling with possibility-I had deemed it too dangerous, I had forbidden it. I thought, foolishly, that if I stayed in my comfort zone, if I didn’t allow him to do this, he would be safe, his blue eyes would sparkle forever.
Rodney: Wow. Not only do your eyes change colour on command, they talk too.
John: I have very talented eyes.
Ronon: What was too dangerous? Safe from what?
Rodney: Well, um, maybe -
John: Don't worry, I'm sure she explains it in the prologues.
Ronon: Really?
John: No.
He was my friend and I lost him, because I just couldn’t take the risk of losing him. Ironic isn’t it? My fear of his welfare caused him to deteriorate. Before my eyes I say him disappear. He faded away by my side, his hand went limp in mine, my salty tears falling on his pale, fragile hand as the light in his eyes was extinguished, leaving them a dull, pale blue. My regret overwhelmed me, my mind never ceasing in its interrogation, “what if?”
John: Okay. So maybe it's a real danger.
Rodney: What ever gave you that idea?
John: C'mon, Rodney. Deteriorating, extinguishing, disappearing. Ol' Blue Eyes is dead.
Rodney: Or at least pale and fragile.
Ronon: When did you get fragile?
John: When my eyes turned blue.
What I wouldn’t give to see those blue eyes sparkle at me once more. But for now they haunt my darkness, peering at me in accusation-the burden I carry for the risk I never took.
Ronon: Is it over?
John: Just let me check. Yeah, done.
Ronon: We didn't try to help the author so much this time.
Rodney: What do you mean?
Ronon: You know, with the grammar and stuff.
Rodney: Well, that's what happens when we give Elizabeth and Teyla a story off.
John: Hey, the spelling and grammar in this one weren't so bad.
Rodney: Oh yes, let's give the author a sticker, shall we?
John: You have stickers?
Rodney: No.
Ronon: Better watch out, McKay. He might peer at you in accusation.
Like it? I hope so. READ AND REVIEW! That button is the wonderful leader of all the world! BOW TO THE BUTTON!
Rodney: I bow to the futility of reviewing these.
Ronon: Meatloaf?
Rodney: With gravy?
Ronon: Yeah.
Rodney: Let's go.
John: Hey, wait for me.
Ronon: We're doing this again?
Rodney: Why? You have a pressing engagement somewhere else?
Ronon: They're serving meatloaf.
Rodney: Really?
John: Sit down, McKay.
Rodney: Fine. What have we got?
I’m trying it again. No votes. Just reviews. I will reply to those reviews I received before this story was taken off at the bottom. I shall write FIVE different endings. Read one, read all, read two, I don’t care. Just read, and review.
John: Hey, it's a Choose your own Adventure novel.
Rodney: I could be eating meatloaf right now.
Ronon: At least this one has periods.
Rodney: Says the alien.
John: And it's all spelled right.
Rodney: Says the American.
Ok, let me explain the chapters really quickly AND THIS IS IMPORTANT!
Rodney: STOP YELLING AT ME!
Ronon: You gonna say something?
John: Nah, too easy.
Chapter 1: Main story. Must read.
Chapter 2: Elizabeth as narrator (prologue)
Chapter 3: Rodney as narrator SLASH (prologue)
Chapter 4: Rodney as narrator FRIENDSHIP (prologue)
Chapter 5: Sheppard as narrator SLASH (prologue)
Chapter 6: Beckett as narrator SLASH (prologue)
Rodney: Tell Elizabeth and Carson they're on deck for later chapters.
Ronon: So, we have to read the first chapter?
John: That's what the author says.
Ronon: And we're listening to her?
Rodney: Okay, really, what's with the (prologue) ? How many chapters of prologue can one story have?
If you want any others, just tell me. I’ll see what I can do.
John: Guess that answers your question.
Rodney: Did anyone check to see if this has been updated?
John: Not since '05.
Rodney: It takes so little now to restore my faith in justice.
Ok. Now, ok, thanks to everyone who pointed out that Sheppard doesn’t have blue eyes. I didn’t realize this before, but can’t we just pretend? (I swear he has like grey/blue eyes... oh well).
Ronon: *stares at John's eyes*
John: They're hazel.
Ronon: Yeah.
John: Why are you still staring?
Ronon: Thought they might change if we pretended.
Rodney: Meatloaf?
John: Read.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Atlantis. I think Sci-Fi does. I’m not sure though. ...nobody trusts me...
...the author’s note is longer than the first chapter:gasps loudly:
Ronon: That wasn't the story?
John: Gee, wonder why no one trusts her?
Rodney: Think it might be the eye thing? Oh, and Sci-Fi so does not own me.
John: You keep telling yourself that, McKay.
Ronon: That wasn't the story?
Rodney: No, but at least it promises to be short.
Ronon: Maybe we'll still have time for meatloaf.
There was once a change I didn’t take and it burned me to the core. That feeling of ‘what if’. I lay awake thinking about what I didn’t do-what I wouldn’t do-what my fear kept me from doing. If I had taken that chance, would things be different? Would life have gone on though it’s stopped now? Would those blue eyes look at me again?
Rodney: A change I didn't take? Change what? Eye colour?
John: Who's talking? I get the whole internal monologue thing, but an identifier would be good.
Rodney: Huh.
John: What? I impressed you with my brilliance?
Rodney: No, I just figured out the prologue thing. It really is a Choose Your Own Adventure novel. You're stringing along all three of us? You really are Kirk.
John: Hey, I get a chapter to narrate too.
Rodney: Wonderful. Self-love.
Ronon: So, is this where we pretend you have blue eyes?
The world seems to have stopped turning for me. Time has stood still for ages-the chance I didn’t take mocking me in the darkness, broken only by his blue eyes, calling my name, asking me why I stood there, doing nothing. I see his face, his blue eyes bright, asking me, begging me, but I shut my eyes tightly and ignore the tears making their way down my cheeks. How could I have done that to him? It was risky-just too risky. But he had been willing, his blue eyes sparkling with possibility-I had deemed it too dangerous, I had forbidden it. I thought, foolishly, that if I stayed in my comfort zone, if I didn’t allow him to do this, he would be safe, his blue eyes would sparkle forever.
Rodney: Wow. Not only do your eyes change colour on command, they talk too.
John: I have very talented eyes.
Ronon: What was too dangerous? Safe from what?
Rodney: Well, um, maybe -
John: Don't worry, I'm sure she explains it in the prologues.
Ronon: Really?
John: No.
He was my friend and I lost him, because I just couldn’t take the risk of losing him. Ironic isn’t it? My fear of his welfare caused him to deteriorate. Before my eyes I say him disappear. He faded away by my side, his hand went limp in mine, my salty tears falling on his pale, fragile hand as the light in his eyes was extinguished, leaving them a dull, pale blue. My regret overwhelmed me, my mind never ceasing in its interrogation, “what if?”
John: Okay. So maybe it's a real danger.
Rodney: What ever gave you that idea?
John: C'mon, Rodney. Deteriorating, extinguishing, disappearing. Ol' Blue Eyes is dead.
Rodney: Or at least pale and fragile.
Ronon: When did you get fragile?
John: When my eyes turned blue.
What I wouldn’t give to see those blue eyes sparkle at me once more. But for now they haunt my darkness, peering at me in accusation-the burden I carry for the risk I never took.
Ronon: Is it over?
John: Just let me check. Yeah, done.
Ronon: We didn't try to help the author so much this time.
Rodney: What do you mean?
Ronon: You know, with the grammar and stuff.
Rodney: Well, that's what happens when we give Elizabeth and Teyla a story off.
John: Hey, the spelling and grammar in this one weren't so bad.
Rodney: Oh yes, let's give the author a sticker, shall we?
John: You have stickers?
Rodney: No.
Ronon: Better watch out, McKay. He might peer at you in accusation.
Like it? I hope so. READ AND REVIEW! That button is the wonderful leader of all the world! BOW TO THE BUTTON!
Rodney: I bow to the futility of reviewing these.
Ronon: Meatloaf?
Rodney: With gravy?
Ronon: Yeah.
Rodney: Let's go.
John: Hey, wait for me.