002. Middles; Stuck
Title: Stuck
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Amelia Banks, Ronon Dex, Chuck
Prompt: 002 Middles
Word Count: 465
Rating: PG
Summary: Being in the middle of Atlantis’ busy hub has its downfalls. But it also had one perk that Amelia shares with a new found friend.
Notes: LDT. spoilers for Remnants and Prodigal
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It wasn’t particularly hard, being in her shoes. The hard part was being in a completely different galaxy to everything you once knew and loved. But it was a good job and the pay wasn’t bad either.
“I’m going to take a break,” Amelia told Chuck as she got up from her chair. Another technician immediately took her place. In any other job, she might have been insulted and quipped something similar to ‘would you jump on my grave that quickly?’ But in Atlantis, it was different. It was necessary for everything to run smoothly, otherwise Dr McKay or even Col. Sheppard would come up and ask if everything was okay along with other boring, unneeded questions about the wellbeing of their beloved city.
But Amelia was used to it. She had learnt from Chuck early on that if you weren’t used to it by the end of two weeks or so, you would break under the craziness of it all. But that was the one thing that Amelia didn’t like about the job.
The best thing, which Amelia would never fully admit to herself, was that it was the best position to receive all the passing gossip of the happenings in the lost city. Like how Mr Woolsey, not long ago, was spotted talking to himself near a transporter and on a balcony. Amelia heard all the speculation - that he was driven mad by loneliness or by the pressure of the job, even that a wraith had somehow managed to get inside his head. Amelia knew all of them to be false, but it didn’t stop her from being highly entertained by them.
And another, that was just as entertained by them as she was, surprisingly, was Ronon. Who knew the silent, brooding Satedan could be so amused by the fanciful rumours that she passed along?
Amelia entered the commissary and spotted Ronon over by the window. Almost everyday since Michael had come to the city for the last time, when he hadn’t been on missions, he had sat in that exact same spot and did nothing but wait. She wasn’t sure what for exactly, but she liked to think it was for her.
“Hey, Ronon,” She greeted him and sat opposite without waiting for a reply. He had a large tray full of food in front of him but he only nibbled on a carrot at the time.
“Hey, Banks.” He nodded to her and threw the remaining of his snack on the tray. Amelia picked it up and took a bite. Ronon just smiled his small, almost invisible smile. “What’s new in Atlantis, Banks?”
Amelia smirked, leaned forward conspiratorially. “You heard what the guys are saying about Lorne?”
Ronon shook his head and matched her smirk inch for inch. “Tell me...”
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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Amelia Banks, Ronon Dex, Chuck
Prompt: 002 Middles
Word Count: 465
Rating: PG
Summary: Being in the middle of Atlantis’ busy hub has its downfalls. But it also had one perk that Amelia shares with a new found friend.
Notes: LDT. spoilers for Remnants and Prodigal
*
It wasn’t particularly hard, being in her shoes. The hard part was being in a completely different galaxy to everything you once knew and loved. But it was a good job and the pay wasn’t bad either.
“I’m going to take a break,” Amelia told Chuck as she got up from her chair. Another technician immediately took her place. In any other job, she might have been insulted and quipped something similar to ‘would you jump on my grave that quickly?’ But in Atlantis, it was different. It was necessary for everything to run smoothly, otherwise Dr McKay or even Col. Sheppard would come up and ask if everything was okay along with other boring, unneeded questions about the wellbeing of their beloved city.
But Amelia was used to it. She had learnt from Chuck early on that if you weren’t used to it by the end of two weeks or so, you would break under the craziness of it all. But that was the one thing that Amelia didn’t like about the job.
The best thing, which Amelia would never fully admit to herself, was that it was the best position to receive all the passing gossip of the happenings in the lost city. Like how Mr Woolsey, not long ago, was spotted talking to himself near a transporter and on a balcony. Amelia heard all the speculation - that he was driven mad by loneliness or by the pressure of the job, even that a wraith had somehow managed to get inside his head. Amelia knew all of them to be false, but it didn’t stop her from being highly entertained by them.
And another, that was just as entertained by them as she was, surprisingly, was Ronon. Who knew the silent, brooding Satedan could be so amused by the fanciful rumours that she passed along?
Amelia entered the commissary and spotted Ronon over by the window. Almost everyday since Michael had come to the city for the last time, when he hadn’t been on missions, he had sat in that exact same spot and did nothing but wait. She wasn’t sure what for exactly, but she liked to think it was for her.
“Hey, Ronon,” She greeted him and sat opposite without waiting for a reply. He had a large tray full of food in front of him but he only nibbled on a carrot at the time.
“Hey, Banks.” He nodded to her and threw the remaining of his snack on the tray. Amelia picked it up and took a bite. Ronon just smiled his small, almost invisible smile. “What’s new in Atlantis, Banks?”
Amelia smirked, leaned forward conspiratorially. “You heard what the guys are saying about Lorne?”
Ronon shook his head and matched her smirk inch for inch. “Tell me...”
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