[Stargate: Drabble] "There Are No Fish" [G]
Title: There Are No Fish
Prompt: writerverse challenge #14 October table of doom
Photo Used: photo #11
Word Count: 218
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character(s): Sam Carter, Teyla Emmagan
Summary: Sam introduces Teyla to a Milky Way not-quite ritual.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
There Are No Fish
“Are you sure there is nothing I need to prepare for this ritual?” Teyla asked, as the wormhole engaged.
Sam smiled. “It’s not exactly a ritual, Teyla. It’s…” She stepped through the ‘gate, still thinking of how to phrase it. “There’s no rules, no set order. But it is a way to bring a little bit of home out here with me.”
“I see,” said Teyla, thoughtfully.
The lake was only a few minutes’ walk from the ‘gate. The science team that was studying the water cycles on several uninhabited planets had built a wooden dock to hold their equipment under the milky water, but to Sam it looked like nothing so much as a fishing dock.
Teyla frowned at the water. “I’ve never fished with rods like these. Carson was- is- also a ‘fisherman’ and he once explained that there is a particular method to extending the line into the water. Are we here to practice this technique, since the science team reported no life on this world?”
“Fishing is not about the fish,” Sam said, solemnly, then smiled. “I can teach you how to cast your line, if you want, but that’s not the point. The point is just… spending time with people, getting to know them.”
Teyla smiled back. “I’m honored, colonel.”
“Call me Sam.”
THE END
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Prompt: writerverse challenge #14 October table of doom
Photo Used: photo #11
Word Count: 218
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character(s): Sam Carter, Teyla Emmagan
Summary: Sam introduces Teyla to a Milky Way not-quite ritual.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
There Are No Fish
“Are you sure there is nothing I need to prepare for this ritual?” Teyla asked, as the wormhole engaged.
Sam smiled. “It’s not exactly a ritual, Teyla. It’s…” She stepped through the ‘gate, still thinking of how to phrase it. “There’s no rules, no set order. But it is a way to bring a little bit of home out here with me.”
“I see,” said Teyla, thoughtfully.
The lake was only a few minutes’ walk from the ‘gate. The science team that was studying the water cycles on several uninhabited planets had built a wooden dock to hold their equipment under the milky water, but to Sam it looked like nothing so much as a fishing dock.
Teyla frowned at the water. “I’ve never fished with rods like these. Carson was- is- also a ‘fisherman’ and he once explained that there is a particular method to extending the line into the water. Are we here to practice this technique, since the science team reported no life on this world?”
“Fishing is not about the fish,” Sam said, solemnly, then smiled. “I can teach you how to cast your line, if you want, but that’s not the point. The point is just… spending time with people, getting to know them.”
Teyla smiled back. “I’m honored, colonel.”
“Call me Sam.”
THE END
Current Mood:
blah