A/N Sorry for the delay in posting. Time got away from me and I had to sleep. Now I have a brand new laptop so I can get it all typed up and posted in the next few days. Its not how I planned to post it but it went out of my hands unfortunately when my laptop broke. There are parts of the story that are linked with another that is not yet posted but it's only entioned in tidbits here and there.

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5 storms

He'd never been much of a heavy sleeper which given his career choice was probably a good thing. So when a thunder storm started at 3AM he was awake at the first rumble. Now an hour later he was stood in the mess hall watching the wind churn the dark sea whilst flashes of blue lightening forked across the velvet sky. Each strike was freak and dangerous but had a majestic, etheral glow around it. It was spectacular to watch. The whole storm was horribly violent, striking the city over and over but she remained unscathed. It was why he loved her so much. She was strong, dependable, a sheer genius of construction but she was beautiful and marvellous and held a thousand secrets at her heart just like everyone. He believed she was sentient at times but not in the traditional sense.

As the last rumble echoed across the sky, the sea slowly beginning to calm he felt some of his exhaustion drift away with the wind. Maybe it was because it reminded him a little of Earth he didn't know but he felt a little better.

He was walking to the conference room with Sheppard, Merry dawdling behind when the rain began. It was a roar of sound as it pelted down on the city. Reaching a balcony Sheppard opened the door only to be hit with a bucket load of water. Shutting the door quickly he peered through the window trying not to smirk at the state if his CO. The rain was pelting down hard on the city in a thick curtain of grey. He wasn't in the city the first year when they suffered through the storm back on Lantea but from what he had heard it was a lot like this.

Standing their marvelling at the change in the city committing the image, the colours to memory he practically jumped when Amelia came up behind him reporting a stream of malfunctions throughout the city with localized areas where flooding had already begun. Teams were sent out including his own sealing off areas, beginning to drain others and generally maintaining status quo incase anyone went a little nuts. By the time the rain had stopped several hours later he and his team had successfully drained two sections, sealing off half a dozen others until action could be taken on repairs. The city was a mix match of can go, can't go.

Heading back to the control room listening to Stackhouse grumbled behind him as his boots squelched he realized how strange today actually was. Given how strange the passed week had been he wondered what else would come.

He jinxed it. It may be a childish concept but that was the only thing to explain it. Huge golf ball sized hail stones hammered down on the city. He had been in Sheppard's office when one smashed through the window, a barrage more soon raining through littering the floor. Sheppard being Sheppard knocked out the last bit of glass and stuck his head out. When he came back in he had a handful of stones and was rubbing a small red mark on his cheek.

Looking at eachother and then the meltimg stones they left wordlessly heading for the nearest balcony. He looked on in amazement at the carpet of stones covering the ground. In the glimpses if the city's lights it all glittered and twinkled. Stepping out as far as the edge of the shelter he looked up seeing nothing but swirling grey. It was almost depressing but at the same time seeing the weather so unusual for this planet was wonderful. Smirking to himself he thought there was even a chance for snow.

He had to think it, he just had to think it. Now he was out in the freezing cold desperately trying to clear a path along the North Pier through the three feet of snow that covered it. Sheppard was on the next pier although he seemed to be moving the snow in the form of a snowball fight rather than a shovel. The war cries were quite distracting but they kept his mind away from the bitter cold.

His pier was the most cleared even if that was down to the fact he was working a mile a minute. They had been told another storm was on it's way which was probably why everyone was going slow. The equipment that needed moving however needed a clear path. He did find it amusing that the Ancients didn't have a way to remove snow but then he supposed they could have taken a snow day.

Everything ached, his chest burned and his nose was running so much he was contemplating entering it in a race when Sheppard's voice told everyone to stop and head inside. He was a little disheartened. A teeny tiny part of him missed all of the trivial things he did when he was a lower rank. As much a there were jobs that he realy did hate having to do there was a certain simplicity to it all. When he came inside and found hot chocolate being handed out he did feel a little better.

Come dinner time he was warm and toasty and had the appetite of an ox. He hadn't felt this hungry in such a long time that he debated over everything he chose to eat before sitting near the large windows. It wasn't that he wanted some privacy or any alone time he just wanted as clear a view of the snow and icicles as he could possibly have. The balcony was still covered in snow and he could almost see how cold it was.

He had eaten the first mouthful of his lasagne when large flakes began to fall again. They quickly built up speed still managing to twist and dance as they fell. Mouthful by mouthful he ate barely taking his eyes from the twinkling snow. It made his heart ache as he thought about his nephews. They would have tugged at him to play in it. His sister would sigh and pretend to say no but would let them. The snow was so deep they would probably be buried in it but he knew it wouldn't stop them. Grabbing his coffee he leaned back in his chair relaxing the day away. He could almost imagine them playing on the balcony diving into the deep snow making angels, squeals and laughter filling the air.

Looking to the sky a truly heart felt smile graced his face. Maybe he was a little homesick.