Title: Secondary - Annabelle Simcoe
Author: lucy-starry-sky
Summary: The only tragic thing about archaeological linguist, Annabelle Simcoe's life is probably how standard it is.
Rating: K+. (blink and you'll it reference to sex).
A/N : I love reading and writing about minority characters, just that kinda 'other details about Atlantis stuff'. So, I wrote about 5 stories and hopefully they are more will be posted on here. Enjoy. Spellchecked, but unbeta'd, therefore, I proudly declare that all mistakes and moments of poor quality are mine. If someone would like to beta it, or has any improvement ideas, drop me a line.
Word Count: 750
These characters aren't mine, no profits earned from this, etc.
The tragic thing about Annabelle Simcoe's life is probably how standard it is.
Two parents: her father's a teacher and her mother's a home-maker. Older sister and younger brother, a doctor and a teacher respectively. She was gifted at school, not extraordinarily so, but enough to graduate a few years early and get started at the local college before accepting a fully paid accelerated scholarship to study history with a view to developed her thesis. Okay, so not completely standard but not actually that interesting either. The interesting part began for her when she arrived in Atlantis, on the second Daedalus drop. Of course, what this means is that her work and the geographical location of her work and home because interesting. She's still pretty much the same person.
Her hair is brown. She's neither thin or overweight, just a normal weight and height. She doesn't wear glasses, which makes her the exception to the rule in the historical archives department. Then again, with a total of 5 people in her department, plus the head, this is hardly an incredible feat.
Annabelle has been a vegetarian since watching her grandfather shoot wild pigs on his ranch as a little girl. However, since hearing stories about off-world sentient vegetables, she's considering becoming vegan. She's been off world twice and neither time was eventful : go through the gate, walk for hours to some ruins, take notes on and hopefully identify the writings left, take some more notes, be told by a marine that it's time to go back and walk back through the gate.
She wears a blue shirt to work every day. It's surprisingly comforting to wear a uniform. She hated having to come up with daily outfits back on Earth.
She's currently single and sees no reason to change. Not to be mean but most of the civilians, men more specifically, on the mission are far too driven to focus on anything else. Relationship seems to be a dirty word. Then there's the marines, who apparently are good for a quick lay, but that's about it it, having so many rules and regulations. There's also the underlying boundary between the civilians and the military, as obvious as an elephant in the room but as silent as the city on the sea. There's no hostility between the two and don't get her wrong, she gets along with them just fine (some more than others) but there's just a …'thing' that says that the two groups can mix and be similar but will always be fundamentally opposite.
She's a archaeological linguist with a speciality for identifying, translating and categorizing unknown languages. She doesn't have to establish the entire language, that's David's job, she just has to look at it, relate it to something similar on earth, categorise it and remember it for future reference, in an attempt to help the rest of the history department work out the order of development of societies and culture in the Pegasus Galaxy.
Okay, a little exciting, a little more than standard.
Okay, she's a little extraordinary.
She's also the new proud owner of an ATA gene, less than 10 minutes ago. She's sitting on a bed in the infirmary, waiting for the blood results to come back to clarify just how strong it is in her. She thought she would feel different, maybe that could be her extraordinary thing but when just under 50 of the rest of the expedition have the same gene, it's not really a standout feature. Speaking of feeling though, she's feeling kinda funny. And hot. Not in a good way, but in an "I kinda can't breathe" way and the next thing she knows, she can't and she's on the down and wheezing and the world's closing in and someone's telling her to stay calm while they sort it out and there's this horrible pressure and it's all black.
And then it's still black but that's because she hasn't opened up her eyes. When she does, she's greeted by Dr Beckett checking that she's okay and she's still in the infirmary, only she's in a gown, in a bed and it's two days later.
"A nearly-catastrophic reaction to the gene. We had to engineer an antivirus to eradicate it out of your system but all's well now. Just need some rest and you'll be right as rain."
She sighs and thanks him, says that in fact, she is quite tired.
"You just settle back and rest then. You gave us a quite a scare you know – never had a reaction like that, the odds of that happening are one in a million".
Suddenly it clicks. She is extraordinary. Just not in the way she expected.
At least it's something.
