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While cleaning out my hard drive and going through scattered memory sticks, I came across a flash drive that has a good number of fics saved on it. Only a handful are actually finished, and most of those have already been posted, but there are a few that haven't seen the light of a LJ post. For my lack of anything coherent to say after watching Continuum, I offer this typically "me" piece.
Title: Our Green-Eyed Mistress
Rating: PG-13
Characters: John Sheppard, Atlantis
Summary: Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive. --Havelock Ellis
Atlantis realized they were leaving after three of the teams had managed to ‘gate out from under the city’s watchful eye with a pretense of visiting trading sites. When the teams did not return, it turned it’s focus inward and screamed at the sight of it’s dwellers, it's inhabitants, it's people subtly packing up everything they had come with, everything they could take.
Don’t go, don’t go, DON’T GO! It sobbed, trying everything it could think of to slow them - but they had anticipated this, and the computer viruses managed to distract it long enough for five more groups to run through the Gate. No orders, now, except that of “get out while you can,” and “go faster!”
The natural carriers predictably bore the brunt of Atlantis’ overwhelming anxiety the hardest, virtually crippled by the agonizing wails. A handful of those with the stronger genes managed to draw the worst of it to themselves, leaving everyone else free to fly down the dark hallways and past the glimmering event horizon, until only one man stood with the whole of Atlantis’ death throes slamming against his mind, unashamedly weeping as the beautiful city thrashed and clawed at the Stargate, begging him not to leave it lonely, lonely, so lonely-
But he was human, and it was not, and when the intangible connection forced him to lift a knife to his own throat, that made all the difference. Dredging up an unknown strength, he turned the blade and drove it into a pillar before stumbling through the wormhole, carrying forever with him the final scream of an insane city which would have killed him to make him stay.
If Atlantis could be said to have a heart, it has a heart that is broken around a knife embedded to its hilt in the sea-green city's walls.
Title: Our Green-Eyed Mistress
Rating: PG-13
Characters: John Sheppard, Atlantis
Summary: Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive. --Havelock Ellis
Atlantis realized they were leaving after three of the teams had managed to ‘gate out from under the city’s watchful eye with a pretense of visiting trading sites. When the teams did not return, it turned it’s focus inward and screamed at the sight of it’s dwellers, it's inhabitants, it's people subtly packing up everything they had come with, everything they could take.
Don’t go, don’t go, DON’T GO! It sobbed, trying everything it could think of to slow them - but they had anticipated this, and the computer viruses managed to distract it long enough for five more groups to run through the Gate. No orders, now, except that of “get out while you can,” and “go faster!”
The natural carriers predictably bore the brunt of Atlantis’ overwhelming anxiety the hardest, virtually crippled by the agonizing wails. A handful of those with the stronger genes managed to draw the worst of it to themselves, leaving everyone else free to fly down the dark hallways and past the glimmering event horizon, until only one man stood with the whole of Atlantis’ death throes slamming against his mind, unashamedly weeping as the beautiful city thrashed and clawed at the Stargate, begging him not to leave it lonely, lonely, so lonely-
But he was human, and it was not, and when the intangible connection forced him to lift a knife to his own throat, that made all the difference. Dredging up an unknown strength, he turned the blade and drove it into a pillar before stumbling through the wormhole, carrying forever with him the final scream of an insane city which would have killed him to make him stay.
If Atlantis could be said to have a heart, it has a heart that is broken around a knife embedded to its hilt in the sea-green city's walls.