Blaise in Space! fanfic100 prompt 53 (Earth)
Tip o' the hat to mrshamill for her quick perusal.
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It's no small feat to get off-world from Atlantis, but Blaise is working on it. Hand-to-hand training with Teyla. Small arms practice with Ford. Flying lessons with Sheppard.
Meanwhile, he's making do with a trip to the mainland. In deference to the casual atmosphere at the impromptu barbecue, his shirttails are untucked and his feet are bare. He wiggles his toes in the sand, relishing the contact with the earth, even if it's not the Earth.
He's never considered himself anything like a tree-hugger, but standing there on the shore, he realizes just how much he's missed the connection of the natural world. Time out on his balcony helps, but there's nothing quite as grounding as the ground itself.