A/N Hey! I'm trying angain topost this story. I can't get itto leave me alone so I pulled it off to polish it a bit more and reassess the direction I want to head in. I'm trying hard to make my OC nonstereotypical so hopefully you guys like her.
I really look forward to any constructive feedback anyone wishes to send to me. Yes, I understand the grammar and spelling are not perfect and hopefully you all understand I am dyslexic so I've had a couple of other people look over it, but some of it is still slightly raw.
At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.
Gray's Anatomy
A warm breeze made its way thought the city and everyone seemed to be in an unusually good mood. Even Dr. Rodney McKay had nothing relevant to complain about as the team made its way back from a surprisingly uneventful trading mission. The jumper was filled with a type of corn stuff, some meat, sugar, and the planet's version of coffee, which everyone was most grateful for. None the less the team was still quite exhausted. Dr. Weir came up to them looking pleased, and looked at Lt. Colonel John Sheppard as she spoke. "It's good to see you all back, and with a reasonable amount of success." She smiled at the team, a sight that had been seldom seen in the past few months. "Briefing is in an hour. Why don't you all take a nice shower, and please don't forget to stop and see Carson. I don't need him hunting you all down." The rest of the team wearily made it's out of the gateroom. Before Sheppard could leave Weir stopped him. "Hey John, the Daedelus is due in the morning and they're bring some more military help. I need you to look over the transfer forms," she said gently. Sheppard nodded his interest perking up slightly.
"Yeah, how many are we getting?" He asked looking over her shoulder.
"Three Air force and two Marines it looks like, yeah here… Lt. Nelson Ian Brickman, Lt. Madeline Lara Darius. Capt. Wynnie Arianna Flynn. The Marines are Sgt. Paul Lance Cappy and Sgt. Alexander Ryan Jameson."
"Alright I have a look at them after the briefing." He left the room to take long shower. Sheppard debated about not to go to his post mission check up, but that was before Dr. Beckett came and practically tore down his door. Beckett did a thorough check over him before letting him go with a clean bill of health. Without any more distraction he quickly made his way to Dr. Weir's office. "Alright we can start the meeting." He said with a smirk as the walked in.
"Thank you Colonel, I'm now only 20 minutes late to getting back to my work." His face mimicked the lopsided smile of his friend.
"Give it a rest McKay, besides everyone knows you don't do any real work around here."
"Haha." He responded sarcastically. Sheppard rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"If you don't mind," Weir said giving them a look and trying not to smile, "Let's go so we can get this done. I believe we'd all like a nice rest." The team nodded in agreement.
The briefing was short considering all had gone well. Basically they just documented the exchange and record of the goods received. Before Sheppard could leave Weir gave him a list with the descriptions of the new personnel. "It says here that Sgt. Jameson show's sighs of the ancient gene and Capt. Flynn has the potential for it well. We can use more people here to fly the jumpers." Weir's face looked optimistic. She had put in a request for more recruits with the ancient gene.
"Well Flynn may be able to, but Jameson doesn't have any flight experience. Neither does Cappy. But we can use more fighters and it says here they're best in their class. Brickman's specialty is engineering, that'll be a big help, if anything he can help maintain the jumpers. Darius's is in statistics, we can use more people good with numbers, and Flynn's is… psychology, great just what we need more shrinks… well… I just hope she's a good pilot" Sheppard said looking skeptical.
"SGC wouldn't send her if she wasn't useful. You know all the qualifications that have to be met."
"Yeah you're right. We'll have to see how well she can fly these things. It does say she's an excellent pilot." He glanced back over the forms and nodded satisfied. "We'll have to test her out soon; we lost two pilots last week. We need everyone we can get who can fly a puddle jumper."
"Right then, bright and early tomorrow morning you and I get to introduce them to Atlantis." Sheppard walked out and finished the transfer paper work before hitting the gym with Teyla.
It was before dawn when the Deadelus came in to dock. With sleep still glazed over his eyes, Colonel Sheppard made his way to the loading bay and gratefully accepted the cup of coffee placed in to his hands. "Did you sleep well?" Weir asked him. He yawned and nodded slowly.
"No worse than usual." He said coolly knowing he never slept though the night anymore. She smiled at him as he looked over the group of men and women disembarking the ship looking out of place. "I take it that's them." Weir looked down at her paper work and nodded. The walked over and all five of them stood at attention. "Good morning guys." He studied them; the two marines were both very fit, as could be expected, but very young. They looked almost fresh out of boot camp or off a high school football field. The three from the Air Force looked much more polished. The male stood close to Sheppard height with very dark eyes and black hair. One female was also quite tall with darker skin and hazel eyes. Her face was relaxed and confident; it seemed to hold a pleasant motherly quality to it. The other female had a sharp, deep gaze that held Sheppard gaze steadily as he looked them over. She stood out to him, mostly because she was considerable shorter than the rest them, but also because her eyes kept following his, studying his every more curiously.
"Good morning sir," the two marine's replied as the three others hid their smiles.
"At ease." Sheppard said with a sigh. They all relaxed considerably. Weir stepped forward.
"Welcome to Atlantis. I'm Dr. Elizabeth Weir, as you probably all know this is Lt. Colonel John Sheppard. He is the ranking military officer of this city. Atlantis is different than any other place you have ever been to on earth. We are almost completely on our own here, with limited resources. But don't worry, over the next few months you will get used to life in the Pegasus Galaxy, hopefully you'll find it enjoyable." She smiled. They showed the new recruits around the city before finally issuing them their own quarters.
"I need to see Flynn and Jameson for just a second." Sheppard asked before they all departed. Jameson, a sturdy blond with broad shoulders, stood at attention and glanced nervously at the commanding officer. Flynn, the short female, looked confident; however her green eyes flickered with uncertainty for a brief moment. "It says in your files that you both posses the ancient gene."
"Yes sir," Jameson spoke commandingly. "I have some ability; I was able to turn on some lights, sir."
"This isn't boot camp Sergeant; I think you can stand to be a little more relaxed here. How about you Captain?"
"Yes sir," She started calmly, "I was able to run some of the ancient programs in the Antarctic base. But I was only stationed there for two months and when I shown some ancient tendency they sent me to Colorado, then here."
"And you're flight capable?"
"Yes sir, I've flown mostly fighters on recon. I've not flown in battle, but I've made take offs and ladings in all standard Air Force planes and choppers, on ground and ship. However this past year I've been doing mostly intelligence work."
"What happened this past year?"
"I got promoted sir." He nodded to her.
"Jameson, you're going to be assigned to Major Lorne for the time being, you'll report to him tomorrow morning at 0600."
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Jameson, no one's going to make you do push up's here. While I'm flattered and I'm sure Major Lorne will be too, but it's going to be a long couple months if keep up this boot camp business."
"Sir… Thank you." He replied more calmly as his face visibly relaxed.
"Flynn, you're going to be flying with me tomorrow. We'll take a simple mission around the planet. I want to see how well you handle the puddle jumpers. O530 tomorrow morning, you've got to rest of the day to settle in. Don't forget to see our medical officer, Dr. Beckett, before tomorrow morning. Don't worry it's a minor physical; he'll clear you for the mission. Welcome abroad Captain."
"Thank you Colonel." She stood for a second and he nodded to her, before leaving. She walked out quickly only to me met by Lt. Darius' excited face. The officer looked at her with wide eyes.
"So what happened," she asked excitedly, sounding more like a school girl than a military pilot. Flynn laughed at her friend's giddiness.
"Nothing happened Maddy… I swear," Wynnie sighed sill laughing, "Geezz, Colonel Sheppard just wanted to know about my abilities. He's going to test them out tomorrow."
"Did you see how fine he is? I just want to take a piece him and mmm. He's gorgeous and did you see the way he looked over you." Wynnie rolled her eyes in feign annoyance.
"He's also our commanding officer dear, and besides he's not my type anyway. And for the record he wasn't eyeing anyone, I think he's taken. His arm was around Dr. Weir very protectively." Madeline shook her head and sarcastically pouted her lip.
"Wynnie you've not had a date since college, how can you be picking and choosing you're type. I'm just trying to get you to come out of that shell of yours." Wynnie looked stared at the ground for a moment before hesitating and rolled her eyes once again at her friend.
"It's not my fault, I was busy in college, and…" She hesitated for a second before continuing with a smile. "And besides all they guys went for you anyway. Ms. Beyonce look alike. And I must admit basic didn't help that much either. If anything it made you sexier."
"Yeah but I'd kill for your abs." Madeline shook her head with laughter then sighed. "Anyway so you get to fly tomorrow. I'm so jealous. I miss being home already. Sometimes I wonder why you insisted I come with you."
"Maddy you're my best friend, and the best pilot in my squad. If I want anyone here it would be you. Who knows, those illogical math skills could come in handy as well. Besides the thing I'm flying I guess can only be piloted by that gene thingy I have. I don't even know if I can pilot it. It's just a simple mission anyway." Her stomach rumbled loudly and Wynnie looked up sheepishly. "I've not eaten since we got here, let's grab some lunch?" Her friend nodded in agreement and took off after her.
The two women walked in the mess hall. Darius went to meet up with Lt. Brickman, while Flynn went to save them a table. After a couple steps Wynnie turned quickly and collided with large solid object. It took her a second to regain her bearings after stumbling back wards, but she managed to stay on her feet. She looked down to find a man about her age on the ground with his tray of food all over, looking as if a solid truck just hit him.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I'm really clumsy," she exclaimed, her face scrunched up with concern, as she bent down and offered him a hand. He examined her for a second and realized he had never seen her before. "I didn't see you. Really, I'm very sorry, please let me help you." He ignored her hand and pulled him self up. Capt. Flynn bit her lip hoping that he we accept her apology. "I'm new here, Captain Wynnie Flynn."
McKay was frustrated, he was late for a meeting with the other scientists, now he had food everywhere and she just spilled coffee down his favorite pants. He could have cared less about the feelings he was about to berate. "You should watch where you're going next time," he exclaimed irritated. She moved to pick the tray. "Don't touch that," he snapped. "You'll just cause more damage." Then he mumbled off some incoherent ranting about getting back to work.
"Wonderful, I just hope I never have to see him again." she mumbled to herself.
"Don't worry about him lass," a heavily accented voice said behind her. He handed her a napkin to wipe herself off with. "You're new here so I'll warn ya, Dr. McKay gets into these moods sometimes, but don't worry about him at all. He can actually be human when he wants too. I'm Dr. Carson Beckett my dear. You can just call me Carson if you'd like, or Beckett." He offered her a crooked smile, which she returned back.
"Dr. Beckett? I believe I'm supposed to see you later today for a pre mission physical. I'm Capt. Wynnie Flynn, but Wynnie would do." He took her hand and kissed it lightly.
"Wynnie, pretty name, Irish I presume." She nodded and glanced down. "I can see you now if you'd like maybe check that bump on your head. I'm heading back to my office." Her stomach grumbled loudly and Wynnie blushed embarrassed.
"I've not eaten since I've gotten here. Maybe I can see you after lunch?"
"Of course my dear, when you're ready." She gave him a small smile back and glanced away as he tried to catch her eye. "Good day Captain."
"See ya."
Lt. Darius side swooped down towards her friend and handed her a tray. Wynnie looked at her friend and laughed, "Before you say anything, yes I think the doctor guy is kind of cute, but you know as well as I do nothing is going to happen. The guy I bumped into was a complete jerk and with God willing, I'll never have to see him again."
She gulped her lunch down with gusto and proceeded to stare off into space while waiting for her friend to finish. Something caught her attention. "Hello there, are we back on Ear… Atlantis again." Lt. Darius said with a smile. She was ready to head out and looked expectantly at Wynnie.
"I've got to head to the infirmary but I'll see you later." The two parted ways and Wynnie was left to make her way to the infirmary. Unfortunately for her it was missed on the tour she had received early. Lost and turned around she made up her mind to ask the first person she saw to point her in the right direction. It took a couple minutes but finally she heard someone else walking. She turned to find the very same man she bumped into earlier muttering to himself, and holding a towel around his arm. Not willing to pace around anymore she made up her mind to ask him for direction. "You there, Dr. er. McGee… Do you know where the infirmary is?"
"It's McKay, Dr. McKay, and of course I know where the infirmary is, can't you see I'm heading there myself." He lifted the towel to reveal a superficial cut that was bleeding. "Hey wait a minute you're one who ruined my favorite pants. You owe me new pants." His voice was pestering and pounded on the nerves in Wynnie's brain.
"And how am I suppose to do that here," she retorted back flustered. He was grating her nerves. "Look, are you going to show me where the infirmary is, or am I going to have to follow you anyway." He looked surprised for a moment, and nodded his head.
"Yeah come on." With a huff and sigh she followed him. She could tell he was studying her, looking for something to berate her about. But he kept coming up strangely silent. "This is it." He mumbled incoherently.
"Excuse me?"
"This is the infirmary. God! Is everyone around here deaf or am I speaking Chinese." He asserted scathingly.
"No, you're speaking jerk, or maybe pompous ass." She paused for a moment to study him back, and inwardly smiled at him. Something about him was different. Yes, he was rude, annoying, and obnoxious to her, and she had only been there a few hours, but she could see that deep down, he was… different…. complicated. "But thank you… for your help." She waited for a second for him to go in. "Aren't you going in?" He looked up at her, and gave her a faint smile.
"What? No, I wasn't planning on it." She gave him a funny look and walked in.
After a half an hour in the infirmary Dr. Beckett declared Wynnie healthy and proceeded to offer her a tour of the city. She politely declined, telling him she still needed to settle in to her living quarters, which was actually quite true. She had been in the city near eight hours now and still had not gotten a chance to see where she would be living. When she finally arrived at her assigned room her bags and personal items had been delivered. After looking around the small room, which she decided was smaller than her apartment but larger than her dorm room in college; she unpacked her laptop and Ipod first. Her ipod and the few accessories, was her one non issued personal item she was aloud to bring. Everything else she kind of flung about, but her laptop and ipod rested neatly on the desk by her bed. She sat down and the second her head hit the pillow she was out.
The next thing she remember was a frantic knocking on her door way. It was Lt. Darius, she was looking rather exasperated. "Wynnie, where have you been? It's almost 9:30 and I thought we were grabbing dinner at 8." She rubbed her eyes and looked at her friend.
"Sorry Maddy, I was sleeping. I guess I forgot to set an alarm." Her friend rolled her eyes at her.
"I figured as much," she said with a small smile. "Well here I nabbed some fruit and ham and cheese sandwich." Wynnie took it from her gratefully. Madeline looked around the room. "It's been less than a day and you've already spread your stuff over every possible surface. Of course you brought your Ipod. I swear that thing is almost surgically attached to your ear."
"You know I love music. What did you bring as your personal item?" Her friend smiled guiltily.
"I think you know."
"You didn't?"
"Yes I did, the complete first season of Gray's Anatomy."
"Oh man! That's my favorite show. I've not seen it in forever. We'll have to watch it, one night."
"Of course, one night where we're both free we'll have a girl's night. Who knows maybe we'll have more people to join us." Wynnie yawned and nodded.
"You and your annoying bubbly personality, makes me want to gag. I wonder why I hang out with you."
"Because you'd be lost without me." The two friends shared a smile and Wynnie nodded seriously.
"That is true." She laughed slightly and smiled warmly at her friend. "Anyway, I've got a mission in the morning and you know I need to sleep, so I'm going to eat this… wonderful… I guess… looking sandwich, shower, then hit the sack." Madeline stood up and nodded to her friend.
"Yeah I've had a long day to; my team officer wants to see me at 0600 tomorrow morning." She stood and walked to the door then turned around to her friend. "Hey Captain… good luck tomorrow." Then she saluted her friend and walked out.
