for gen_drabble challenge 8: precious
No scheduled blackouts yet, but give it time.On Earth, power hadn’t been an issue, not really. Even in Antarctica, more generators could always be requisitioned, and the ZPM was there as a (very) last resort ( Read more... )

for gen_drabble challenge 7: empty
She was a city, once.The Alterans leave Atlantis in dribs and drabs, a corridor here and a tower there, until a scant handful remains. After a few months it seems almost normal; if they stay inside, they can pretend everyone else is still there, and they do for a while, until it’s no longer a joke ( Read more... )

for gen_drabble challenge 25: comfort zone
Not all exiles are unwelcomedAntarctica’s white. And cold. And absolutely desolate, which seems only fitting: John feels a little like he’s been frozen, locked away behind ice, able only to watch as people died ( Read more... )

for gen_drabble challenge 5: brother ( Read more... )

At one time, perhaps, long and long ago, Atlantis held plants in addition to people and machinery. If so, little of that now remains except in empty containers and (according to Rodney) an extensive (and unreliable) plumbing system ( Read more... )

“Once,” John’s mother says, languid in the summer heat, “in the days almost before there was sun or moon, the elves looked up at the stars and dreamed. Discontented with their houses of wood and stone and dirt, they set themselves to build a city of nothing but air and solid light, with a few polished bones to give her shape ( Read more... )

christmas ficlet #3, for kriadydragon, who requested john teaching ronon how to ride. more or less.

( this may or may not be the logical extension of a previous ficlet )

just rediscovered this--think it was written for a sga_flashfic challenge (cake or death, maybe) and then i decided it wasn't good enough or something. anyway, here it is ( Read more... )

"Told you it was a spindly-drome," Ronon said somewhat triumphantly despite the general mayhem happening around them.

"Yeah, well, cupcake, Ronon. It looked like a cupcake. No sane person would expect a cupcake to have teeth." There were too many people running around for John to get a good shot at the---mutant cupcake or whatever the hell it was, ( Read more... )

"It's a cupcake, Ronon." John's given up on not sounding exasperated, because really. "Not enough icing and probably tastes like Styrofoam because they keep sending us the crappy box mixes. A cupcake, that's all."

Ronon continues to peer dubiously at the object in question. "Dunno. Still looks like a rabid, facing-eating spindly-drome to me."

John ( Read more... )