Title: Stargate Atlantis Drabbles
Author: stella_pegasi
Rating: K to K+
Genres: Various… (gen, hurt/comfort, angst, friendship, humor, adventure/action)
Word Count: 100 per drabble
Spoilers: Could vary…please check individual drabble.
Warnings: Could be anything (however, no non-con, no implied slash, no character deaths).
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, supporting characters, original characters.
Summary: Drabbles are short, by the time I wrote a summary for one, it would be as long as the drabble!
Disclaimer: I do not own them; I would have treated them better.
Author's Notes: These are my first drabbles, ever. I am attempting to learn to be concise, and drabbles certainly fill the bill. For those of you who are not familiar with drabbles, they are short stories of exactly 100 words. Drabbles were created in England during the last reincarnation of Dr. Who in the 70's, and became a popular way of quickly writing fanfiction for the series. (By the way, I love the new Dr. Who…don't get me wrong, my favorite Doctor is David Tennant, but Matt Smith is adorable in the role.) Back to the subject, these drabbles are the result of a challenge on . This was fun, and I hope you will enjoy them. They certainly don't take long to read. The prompts from that challenge are below. I am going to play with drabbles, and in the future, will add a minimum of five new drabbles to this 'story' posting…new chapters as it were. These won't take you long to read, this note is a total of 270 words. Drabbles are tough.
I would like to issue a challenge to all of you who have been so kind to read my stories. Please send me a word or words, and I will write a SGA drabble using each word as a prompt, and post it here with the prompt credited. Once I have five completed, I will post them. The drabbles will follow the above guidelines. Come on…send me a word... (a reasonable word, please.), and include the character you would like the drabble to be about, or I will choose. Please...it will be fun! Make me work!
UOA April Prompt: Drabbles - Sunrise, Escape, Betrayal, Laughter, Love by stella_pegasi
Sunrise
By stella_pegasi
The sky was pale orange; the sun barely peeking over the horizon. He survived, proving to the planet's inhabitants that he was worthy of their respect. As leader of the visitors, responsibility fell to him to endure the night in the Valan, the hall of ancients, suspended by ropes above the fiery abyss.
Bowing to him, the priest of the Valan smiled and released his team from the iron cage imprisoning them. The priest extended the drawbridge, and they ran to him, gently releasing him from the rope bindings. Their elation illuminated by the golden glow of the rising sun.
Escape
By stella_pegasi
Circumvent one more guard, slip down the corridor, then he only needed to climb to the next level and freedom. He waited for the guard to round the corner, then stealthily traversed the length of the corridor. Only ten feet to go, and he would reach the staircase.
"Sheppard, there you are, why aren't you in your dress blues? Hurry up, didn't you come to Earth to accompany me to the physics banquet, after all I'm receiving the top award." Grasping Sheppard by the arm, McKay steered him toward his quarters.
Crap, Sheppard fumed; there goes the college football game.
Warning
Betrayal
By stella_pegasi
There were times when she wondered if she had misinterpreted his feelings. Perhaps he did care for her as a woman, a lover, not merely as a friend and a teammate. She had wanted that very much, but concluded, he had not. However, that their relationship was now altered was obvious.
Conversations were polite, never reaching the warmth and closeness of before. The growing distance between them reflected in his expressive, green eyes. When he looked at her, she sensed he believed she had betrayed him, his friendship, and possibly, betrayed his love. Teyla knew she had only betrayed herself.
Laughter
By stella_pegasi
The rhythmic beeping of the monitors blended with the quiet, whispered voices surrounding him. This twilight existence was soothing, not quite alert enough to feel pain, but aware of the voices. He felt the city gently prodding him awake; he surrendered, his green eyes opened, staring into bright blue ones, then those of deep brown.
The voices became excited, asking questions, smiling, comforting him; he heard scolding, and all, save one soft voice, disappeared. Gentle hands offered a soothing touch, then he was alone with the ones who kept watch over him. Their quiet whispers became laughter, he was alive.
Love
By stella_pegasi
The worn photo had been with him for years, tucked in a billfold, in a flight suit pocket, hidden in the pages of an epic novel. It was nearly midnight, and he was lying on his bed in the dark room, only the city lights providing illumination.
Each year, no matter his location, he waited for the clock to strike midnight, ushering in the new day; her day. His long fingers trailed along the edges of the photograph of a young, beautiful woman with glistening black hair and olive green eyes. Midnight came; with love, John whispered, "Happy Birthday, Mom."