FIC: I'm Hers 4/? (Stargate Atlantis, AU)
Title: I'm Hers
Author: Enola Jones
Rating: PG for now
Characters: John, "Lantea", Rodney, Zelenka
Summary: An exploration of whales turns into whumping.
NOTES: The dialogue has been lifted and slightly altered from the show. I take no credit for the writers' beautiful banter -- only for Lantea's part and John's thoughts.
After one whale turned to two, and Teyla’s sleep became disrupted by the ghostly visions, John decided to go take a look at the creatures.
Boy, the Ancients really came up with some lame names for things. I mean, come on - Flagasalis?
Lantea’s laugh rang in his head. It means The Singers.
Times like this, I prefer English to Ancient. John grinned and keyed his mic. “Hey, Rodney - what does ‘whale’ mean?”
”Pain in the ass,” came the acerbic reply. ”Seriously, Melville claims the word means ‘round’ or ‘rolling’ or ‘wallow’, but the oldest word found for ‘whale’ means just that - whale. Why the sudden interest in etymology?”
“Just curious. You secured that Dramamine yet?”
“Correction,” Rodney groused and John heard it in stereo as he climbed aboard the jumper. “’Sheppard’ means pain in the ass.”
John closed the channel down and turned to the controls, grinning from ear to ear. “Careful, Rodney - folks’ll talk.”
“Quoting the Magnificent Seven won’t help your case. Or your pathetic attempts at humour.”
John turned back to him, eyes wide. “How’d you know I was quoting M7?”
“Oh, please. I’m not as ignorant of culture as everyone thinks I am.” He keyed in a few controls of his own. “Besides, that Inez character was gorgeous.”
“I knew you liked the exotic ones,” John teased as he resumed his preflight.
“Yeah, well, don’t spread it around. I’ve a reputation, you know.” He put down the handheld control. “Done. Let’s get this over with.”
Lantea, we’ll return.
I shall wait. Please take care, John.
I will. I promise. “Here we go, then. Sheppard to Gateroom --- all checks out, we’re on our way.”
~~~~~~~
I don’t know why you have him monitoring you - I’m perfectly capable of--
Lantea, we couldn’t find you earlier. If it wasn’t for you being able to talk to me, we’d have been lost.
You couldn’t find me?
No. Our navigation was off by just a little bit. And unless you want Zelenka to know you’re living, this will have to-- He broke off and frowned at Rodney. “Hey - you all right?”
“Fine.” Rodney sighed and untwisted his fingers from the control panel. “I just… never feel safe in these things underwater.”
John smiled slightly - he’d barely noticed he’d submerged the jumper. Then a thought hit him and he frowned. “But you’re okay in space?”
Rodney nodded. “Yeah, space is different. Why wouldn’t I be okay in space?”
“Good. That’s a relief.” His com beeped, and he answered it. “Go ahead, Zelenka.”
”How did you know it was ---“
Ignoring Lantea’s giggles - she’d informed on the scientist - John cut him off. “Where are the targets?”
”The whales are approximately a kilometer to your two o’clock position. They are deeper.”
”Thanks, Radek.” He nudged the controls and the jumper obediently dove.
Rodney pointed. “There they are.”
John nodded. “I’m going closer.” His hands worked the controls, and a third set of controls to his left worked like hands were manipulating them as well. Neither of them noticed this, focused entirely on their objective.
“Hey, not too close now,” Rodney spoke up. “We still have no idea what these things eat.”
A spike of pure pain stabbed into John’s temples, and both hands flew to them. The jumper altered course, turning to the side and flanking the whales before John could reach and do it himself.
“What?” Rodney asked, noticing the movement. “What is it?”
John shook his head, willing the headache into submission. “Sudden headache. I’ll be fine.” He manipulated more controls - half with his hands, half without - and the jumper slowed.
“Hey, where’d they go?” Rodney gasped, looking around.
“Don’t know-“ John’s sentence died as the huge eye of a whale passed by the windshield. “Belay that,” he whispered.
Zelenka’s voice - a few seconds too late - reported the whales’ position and Rodney replied irritably to him. John was too enraptured by the whales’ beauty for a moment, then a movement out of the corner of his eye captured his attention. “Hey - what is it?”
Rodney frowned, his hand massaging his forehead. “Headache.”
John’s eyes widened. “O…kay. This is not a coincidence.”
You are in pain.
No shit. “I’m pulling back. This isn’t right.”
Rodney nodded. “Good idea.”
Zelenka interrupted again, musing about echolocation and the vibrations possibly harming them, and Rodney cut him off, “Yes, we’re aware of that, we’re moving away!” He looked at John and rolled his eyes.
John shot him a grin - despite everything, Rodney being Rodney no matter what was a comfort.
I agree - he is a comfort to me as well.
That’s even more of a comfort, darlin’.
Rodney’s eyes suddenly went wide as Zelenka breathed a mild curse. “’Oh, my’ what? What is it?”
”I am detecting several more whales.”
“Several more? How many more?” Silence. “Radek!” Rodney barked. “How! Many! More?”
”D-dozens! They seem to be converging on your position!”
Oh. That doesn’t sound good.
That isn’t good. He looked over at Rodney, and blinked. “Rodney.”
“Huh?”
“Your nose is bleeding.”
“What?” He touched his fingers to it, scowling when they came away red. “Oh, for the love of-“ He pinched his nostrils and tilted his head back.
John attempted to get the jumper out of the water, but the rapidly approaching whales made it hard. He felt pressure in his ears rapidly progress to pain, and saw Rodney’s hands shoot to his before he sagged into unconsciousness. John cursed at the sight of blood pouring from his ears. “Gateroom, this is Jumper One! Rodney’s passed out, his ears are bleeding-“
John’s eyes went huge as his hand flew to his throat. He could hear himself talk, but it was like he was at the bottom of a long well. A mental command, and the jumper lurched - and shot straight up. “We are out of the water! We need a medical team now!”
His breathing grew ragged as the sounds of the jumper vanished behind a buzz of white noise that made no sound at all, but was louder than anything he’d ever heard. Lantea! Lantea, are you there?
I’m here, John! What is it?
Lantea, I can’t hear!
Author: Enola Jones
Rating: PG for now
Characters: John, "Lantea", Rodney, Zelenka
Summary: An exploration of whales turns into whumping.
NOTES: The dialogue has been lifted and slightly altered from the show. I take no credit for the writers' beautiful banter -- only for Lantea's part and John's thoughts.
After one whale turned to two, and Teyla’s sleep became disrupted by the ghostly visions, John decided to go take a look at the creatures.
Boy, the Ancients really came up with some lame names for things. I mean, come on - Flagasalis?
Lantea’s laugh rang in his head. It means The Singers.
Times like this, I prefer English to Ancient. John grinned and keyed his mic. “Hey, Rodney - what does ‘whale’ mean?”
”Pain in the ass,” came the acerbic reply. ”Seriously, Melville claims the word means ‘round’ or ‘rolling’ or ‘wallow’, but the oldest word found for ‘whale’ means just that - whale. Why the sudden interest in etymology?”
“Just curious. You secured that Dramamine yet?”
“Correction,” Rodney groused and John heard it in stereo as he climbed aboard the jumper. “’Sheppard’ means pain in the ass.”
John closed the channel down and turned to the controls, grinning from ear to ear. “Careful, Rodney - folks’ll talk.”
“Quoting the Magnificent Seven won’t help your case. Or your pathetic attempts at humour.”
John turned back to him, eyes wide. “How’d you know I was quoting M7?”
“Oh, please. I’m not as ignorant of culture as everyone thinks I am.” He keyed in a few controls of his own. “Besides, that Inez character was gorgeous.”
“I knew you liked the exotic ones,” John teased as he resumed his preflight.
“Yeah, well, don’t spread it around. I’ve a reputation, you know.” He put down the handheld control. “Done. Let’s get this over with.”
Lantea, we’ll return.
I shall wait. Please take care, John.
I will. I promise. “Here we go, then. Sheppard to Gateroom --- all checks out, we’re on our way.”
~~~~~~~
I don’t know why you have him monitoring you - I’m perfectly capable of--
Lantea, we couldn’t find you earlier. If it wasn’t for you being able to talk to me, we’d have been lost.
You couldn’t find me?
No. Our navigation was off by just a little bit. And unless you want Zelenka to know you’re living, this will have to-- He broke off and frowned at Rodney. “Hey - you all right?”
“Fine.” Rodney sighed and untwisted his fingers from the control panel. “I just… never feel safe in these things underwater.”
John smiled slightly - he’d barely noticed he’d submerged the jumper. Then a thought hit him and he frowned. “But you’re okay in space?”
Rodney nodded. “Yeah, space is different. Why wouldn’t I be okay in space?”
“Good. That’s a relief.” His com beeped, and he answered it. “Go ahead, Zelenka.”
”How did you know it was ---“
Ignoring Lantea’s giggles - she’d informed on the scientist - John cut him off. “Where are the targets?”
”The whales are approximately a kilometer to your two o’clock position. They are deeper.”
”Thanks, Radek.” He nudged the controls and the jumper obediently dove.
Rodney pointed. “There they are.”
John nodded. “I’m going closer.” His hands worked the controls, and a third set of controls to his left worked like hands were manipulating them as well. Neither of them noticed this, focused entirely on their objective.
“Hey, not too close now,” Rodney spoke up. “We still have no idea what these things eat.”
A spike of pure pain stabbed into John’s temples, and both hands flew to them. The jumper altered course, turning to the side and flanking the whales before John could reach and do it himself.
“What?” Rodney asked, noticing the movement. “What is it?”
John shook his head, willing the headache into submission. “Sudden headache. I’ll be fine.” He manipulated more controls - half with his hands, half without - and the jumper slowed.
“Hey, where’d they go?” Rodney gasped, looking around.
“Don’t know-“ John’s sentence died as the huge eye of a whale passed by the windshield. “Belay that,” he whispered.
Zelenka’s voice - a few seconds too late - reported the whales’ position and Rodney replied irritably to him. John was too enraptured by the whales’ beauty for a moment, then a movement out of the corner of his eye captured his attention. “Hey - what is it?”
Rodney frowned, his hand massaging his forehead. “Headache.”
John’s eyes widened. “O…kay. This is not a coincidence.”
You are in pain.
No shit. “I’m pulling back. This isn’t right.”
Rodney nodded. “Good idea.”
Zelenka interrupted again, musing about echolocation and the vibrations possibly harming them, and Rodney cut him off, “Yes, we’re aware of that, we’re moving away!” He looked at John and rolled his eyes.
John shot him a grin - despite everything, Rodney being Rodney no matter what was a comfort.
I agree - he is a comfort to me as well.
That’s even more of a comfort, darlin’.
Rodney’s eyes suddenly went wide as Zelenka breathed a mild curse. “’Oh, my’ what? What is it?”
”I am detecting several more whales.”
“Several more? How many more?” Silence. “Radek!” Rodney barked. “How! Many! More?”
”D-dozens! They seem to be converging on your position!”
Oh. That doesn’t sound good.
That isn’t good. He looked over at Rodney, and blinked. “Rodney.”
“Huh?”
“Your nose is bleeding.”
“What?” He touched his fingers to it, scowling when they came away red. “Oh, for the love of-“ He pinched his nostrils and tilted his head back.
John attempted to get the jumper out of the water, but the rapidly approaching whales made it hard. He felt pressure in his ears rapidly progress to pain, and saw Rodney’s hands shoot to his before he sagged into unconsciousness. John cursed at the sight of blood pouring from his ears. “Gateroom, this is Jumper One! Rodney’s passed out, his ears are bleeding-“
John’s eyes went huge as his hand flew to his throat. He could hear himself talk, but it was like he was at the bottom of a long well. A mental command, and the jumper lurched - and shot straight up. “We are out of the water! We need a medical team now!”
His breathing grew ragged as the sounds of the jumper vanished behind a buzz of white noise that made no sound at all, but was louder than anything he’d ever heard. Lantea! Lantea, are you there?
I’m here, John! What is it?
Lantea, I can’t hear!