QUIET COMFORT BY margarks [LFWS #1 ROUND 3]
Title: Quiet Comfort
Author: margarks
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: Season 1- 4 mentions
Prompt for the Round: Choose from two to all characters from the list and write a story in which there is no dialogue at all. There must be social interaction, but you can’t write any dialog. No other characters allowed, but can be mentioned.
QUIET COMFORT by margarks
The infirmary is quiet, the lights low, with only a few soft beeps and clicks from the equipment to break the silence. Teyla runs her hand over the handwoven blanket she has folded over one arm. A patchwork of colors, it brings back memories of Charin and her youth, memories that warm her as much as the blanket itself ever has.
Teyla is careful not to make any undue noise as she wends her way to the only occupied bed. She does not wish to wake Colonel Carter, who has had more than enough difficulties this day. Samantha's face is bruised and there is a large white bandage circling her upper arm.
Shifting, Teyla shakes out the blanket before placing it atop Samantha's sleeping form, tucking the sides close to keep her warm. The air is cool in the infirmary at night when there are no extra bodies to warm the room. Teyla knows, for she has been forced to stay the night many times herself.
Teyla feels the weight of her gaze before she even looks up to find Samantha watching her.
Samantha's usually bright blue eyes are hazy with exhaustion and a hint of the pain her medicines have not yet been able to alleviate. Her lips part, but instead of speaking she winces as the movement pulls at the sore, bruised muscles of her jaw.
Teyla tries to shush her, wrapping a hand around Samantha's wrist and squeezing in quiet comfort. She imagines that her appearance is a surprise and that the Colonel's curiosity will force her to attempt speech again in order to find out why she is here. She can tell that drugs and sleep have clouded Samantha's mind and will only make her more determined to find the answers she thinks she needs.
So, Teyla pulls a chair close and sits, her hand now resting lightly atop Samantha's own. She thinks of Charin and quiet nights and lullabies and begins to hum a soft tune. After a moment or two, Samantha's eyes flutter closed, her hand squeezing Teyla's fingers almost absently.
Teyla smiles, glad she is able to give comfort to one whose friends and family are so far away. She knows what it is to be the outsider and offers what she can.
THE END.
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Author: margarks
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: Season 1- 4 mentions
Prompt for the Round: Choose from two to all characters from the list and write a story in which there is no dialogue at all. There must be social interaction, but you can’t write any dialog. No other characters allowed, but can be mentioned.
QUIET COMFORT by margarks
The infirmary is quiet, the lights low, with only a few soft beeps and clicks from the equipment to break the silence. Teyla runs her hand over the handwoven blanket she has folded over one arm. A patchwork of colors, it brings back memories of Charin and her youth, memories that warm her as much as the blanket itself ever has.
Teyla is careful not to make any undue noise as she wends her way to the only occupied bed. She does not wish to wake Colonel Carter, who has had more than enough difficulties this day. Samantha's face is bruised and there is a large white bandage circling her upper arm.
Shifting, Teyla shakes out the blanket before placing it atop Samantha's sleeping form, tucking the sides close to keep her warm. The air is cool in the infirmary at night when there are no extra bodies to warm the room. Teyla knows, for she has been forced to stay the night many times herself.
Teyla feels the weight of her gaze before she even looks up to find Samantha watching her.
Samantha's usually bright blue eyes are hazy with exhaustion and a hint of the pain her medicines have not yet been able to alleviate. Her lips part, but instead of speaking she winces as the movement pulls at the sore, bruised muscles of her jaw.
Teyla tries to shush her, wrapping a hand around Samantha's wrist and squeezing in quiet comfort. She imagines that her appearance is a surprise and that the Colonel's curiosity will force her to attempt speech again in order to find out why she is here. She can tell that drugs and sleep have clouded Samantha's mind and will only make her more determined to find the answers she thinks she needs.
So, Teyla pulls a chair close and sits, her hand now resting lightly atop Samantha's own. She thinks of Charin and quiet nights and lullabies and begins to hum a soft tune. After a moment or two, Samantha's eyes flutter closed, her hand squeezing Teyla's fingers almost absently.
Teyla smiles, glad she is able to give comfort to one whose friends and family are so far away. She knows what it is to be the outsider and offers what she can.
THE END.
Don’t forget to leave ONLY FEEDBACK in the comments and NOT VOTES. All comments will be screened until the voting closes.