A/N:
Okay, what is with and always changing my uploads to italics? I don't use italics at all unless it is absolutely necessary! *sigh* first world problem I know. It's only mildly annoying anyway.
So what do you all think about the proposed Stargate reboot? I know it's a hot button topic on Facebook. The question of who would you like to play a specific character or the entire cast is a quick way to start a fight. But actually, I want to see the next generation. Like, I know it will never happen, but Katee Sackhoff playing Jack and Sam's daughter? How awesome would that be? Anyway, something to think about.
So you all know the deal, like, follow, favorite, subscribe, review, and all that jazz.
JR.
Ps, love my reviewers who called me on the last cliffhanger. It made me so happy to hear from them even though they probably wanted to choke me with my own hair. So who screamed? And who got the last of the blue jello? Guess and let me know. If you're right not only will I tell you, but I will also post who was correct in the next chapter!
Recap:
When the city comms crackled to life around her, Sophie's heart caught in her chest. "All engines firing within parameters," Rodney announced as calm as a flight attendant when the plane is going down. "Wave in thirty seconds. Brace yourselves."
Eyes widening, Sophie spun the airlock seal as if her life depended on it.
"Alright everyone," John's voice crackled to life. "This may be a little bumpy."
Resident's Wing
As the city-ship went into hyperspace a scream echoed down the hallway.
Episode 11
Chair Room
The city came out of hyperspace with a slight shudder before it came to geosynchronous orbit around the almost entirely water-covered planet that would be it's home for the next month or so while the last of the repairs, resupplying, and personnel transfers were completed. The water glistened like a polished apatite as the local sun's light shone on the ever-moving waves far below.
"We're here people," John announced with a sigh as the lights turned on once more and the doors opened back up with a quiet tone that announced the end of the lockdown. "We made it."
A moment later, Rodney's voice crackled over the speaker. "All systems reporting back in normal parameters. We have a green light on all drives. Maintaining orbit around the planet. All repairs holding. We're good." Relief filled his every word.
"Thank you, Doctor McKay and Colonel Shepard." Mr. Woolsey answered back as calmly as ever. As if he was sipping tea with a queen instead of trying to outrun a rouge radiation wave. But then again, he had learned long ago to trust the abilities of all the SG team members. Even the most inept ones of them had more talent and skill in their little finger than most of the normal people and all of the politicians he knew combined. "General O'Neill, when you've been checked out by medical, please join me in my office. Doctor McKay, please repair the Comms system. And someone please find Doctor McIntyre."
Rolling his eyes, Jack turned a smirk on John and Daniel. "No rest for the wicked. Don't eat all the pie while I'm playing General."
"We'll try to contain ourselves." His long time friend replied. "I make no promises about the blue jello though." Daniel teased.
"Awww man."
Resident's wing access tunnels
"I could really use a beam out right now, guys." Sophie panted, blinking back the dark spots that danced around like horses on a merry-go-round in her vision.
Just as she slid through the door, the ship had jumped, and unfortunately, the inertial dampeners that kept the access tunnels from shaping apart during a jump, or any maneuvers really, were not designed for organic life to be in them at the time that the city-ship was acting more like a ship than a city.
It felt like her ribs were out again. And maybe there were a few more things that she could use a pain killing shot and a medic for.
The air kind of rippled around her as she blinked, trying to focus. "Oh you're not dying, child." A voice said from the shimmer before the shimmer solidified if it could be called that, into a human shape. "Don't pretend that you are."
"Not pretending anything, gran." She panted. "Just catching my breath."
"Oh good." The woman figure crouched in front of her. Laying her hand on Sophie's cheek, she smiled. "Then I'd suggest moving out of that uncomfortable position on the floor. You are not a ragdoll or a contortionist. And you have a mate and a child that need you." Her hand patted gently. Or it would have if there was any substance to it.
Grunting, absolutely unimpressed, Sophie slid her legs down the wall of the tunnel to her left so that all of her body was on the floor. "What do you mean mate?" She asked, groaning as she pulled her pinned arm from underneath her battered body.
"That Ronon." Her gran explained, almost rolling her incorporeal eyes. "He asked your mother and grandmother for the right to mate you should you say yes."
"Very traditional of him."
"He's Furling, you know?" Her gran mused, poking at the injuries she saw as if she could actually assess the damage. "High percentage. Most of the survivors of Sateda are at least part Furling." She frowned, poking at her sides. "Will you get off your front, child? That can't be good for your ribs."
"I'm trying not to throw up here, gran." The prone woman reminded. "Keep talking so I don't pass out, will you?"
Medical Wing at Doctor Keller's computers
Kelly Timmons was not having a happy day. Oh, engines and dampeners and shield repairs had held and she was immensely grateful for that. But she had been given one job, one, by the boss that she was desperate to impress so she could stay on at her post in Atlantis and she flubbed it. All she had been asked to do was make sure that the emergency beaming system for the city was working and up to spec. And it had worked, for everyone but her boss.
She was honestly more than a little furious about it too. It didn't help that her gorgeous and apparently very loving and protective brothers were standing over her shoulder staring at the same screen she was. It didn't help that her boss's absolutely adorable son kept calling her on the coms to ask, politely of course, for an update. It certainly didn't help that there was an angry Satedian threatening to open up the access tunnel with a blow torch and go into it himself to get her boss himself and the only reason he didn't was that he was too massive and would get stuck inside himself if he did. And that wasn't counting the rest of her family.
"What's the holdup, Timmons?" The brunette brother asked, leaning his bulk on the back of her chair. "We can see her on the scans now. What's taking so long?"
Sighing heavily, Kelly scrubbed at her eyes, the other hand not moving from her rapid typing. "She's laying on the damned bulkhead is what's wrong." She muttered through clenched teeth. "It's too thick them to cut through quickly to get to her, and the sensors can read her there but can't transport her with that much metal around her."
"And you're doing what about it?" He growled back, narrowing his dark flint-like eyes on her. "Sitting on your ass while she could be bleeding out?"
"Gunnr." The golden one growled, yanking at his brother's arm. "You're not helping matters by trying to scare her." He turned and smiled, making Kelly fully understand the nickname of "Golden God" that he had been given by the women around the city. They were both as big as what she would imagine Titans of myth to have been and just as handsome as the sculptures she had seen of Apollo and Hercules. But only the blond one was compared to a god.
But while the women openly stared and sighed at him it was the other one, Gunnr, that was the subject of many whispers and giggles. And if you have never seen a hardened female soldier giggle, Kelly Timmons could tell you it was a sight to behold. All of the blushing and fluttering that went on, that he admittedly encouraged with his manner, first hot then cold again then scorching, was downright annoying to the young engineer.
"Please ignore my brother, Miss Timmons." Lief almost purred. "I'm afraid we still haven't gotten him housebroken."
"My granny would say if it ain't happened by now, it ain't ever gonna." She replied dismissively before turning her eyes back to the screen. "Now shut up the both of you. I'm working." In a shower of light, Sophie materialized on the bed behind them and slumped to the side. "Nice to have you back boss." Kelly smiled, not looking away from the screen.
The two men spun around at her words and cried out in relief, instantly yelling for the doctor and tried to pull her up.
Grimacing, Sophie batted them away. Her shoves, weakened by exhaustion and pain, not even making them rock at her attempt. "Nice save, Timmons." She grunted when Gunnr tried to get her to lay back on the bed.
"A little too later in my opinion." Timmons countered, shoving her glasses back into place. "I want to know who the hell messed with my system." She growled. "I had them fixed."
Lips stretched thin over teeth, Sophie nodded. "I know you did."
"I'll find them, ma'am," Kelly promised, her tone as dark as the space that surrounded them. "I'm gonna find out who messed with my programming."
"Gunnr." Sophie, caught her brother's hand as he tried again to gently lay her back. He stopped and met her gaze, wincing at what he saw in her eyes. "Keep an eye on Kelly, please. I have a feeling." Turning to the brother that was lifting her feet onto the bed, she tapped him on the shoulder. "I want my son."
Both brothers nodded, and while the one jogged off, the other turned back to the programmer. "Want a cup of coffee, Timmons?"
"Pink lemonade," Kelly said without thinking. "I don't drink coffee."
Turning to his sister with disbelief plain in his face, Gunnr silently tilted his head in the programmer's direction. Is she serious? He mouthed.
Sophie nodded. "Never get between a genius hacker and their drink of choice." She cautioned, waving him away as a harried Keller rounded on the corner. His lip curled, only to be met with an innocent smile from his sister. He looked at the ceiling for a minute then jogged off to the commissary.
"That report goes to me, Doctor McKay and Colonel Shepherd, Timmons. No one else." Sophie ordered quietly as she watched Keller pull on her sunny smile and take a deep breath. "No matter who else asks for it. And hand in a hard copy report, not an email or anything on a computer. Understood?"
"Doctor McKay will object."
"He'll get over it."
Security Holding Cell
The humming of the energy field that ran between the horizontal bars was a constant after so many days of sitting and staring at the walls beyond. There weren't even guards in the room with him to watch to break up the day, they stood outside the doors armed to the teeth and ready to shoot him should he somehow be able to escape his cell.
So when the brothers had come for him earlier, Todd had almost jumped at the chance for something to do. Even should it have been torture that they had in mind he would have been eager for something, anything, to finally do. But even he had to admit the game they had gotten him to play was diverting. It certainly passed the time.
And now he was back in the cell, waiting. He hated waiting. He hated the inactivity of it. He hated the sound of his own breathing at this point. Even the Genii cell was more interesting. They, at least, did something almost every day.
Behind him, the humming fluctuated. The lights above him dimmed like they did during the sleep cycle hours but it wasn't time for that yet. Not for a few hours at least.
Eyes narrowing around his star-shaped scar, Todd spun slowly on his bench seat to the odd presence that he felt behind him. It was much like the aura of a wraith queen. But warmer. Almost burning to his sensitive mind. It was oddly familiar, like a word on the tip of your tongue that you simply couldn't place.
"Wraith." The female looked at him from head to toe.
"You aren't an ancient." He decided aloud. "There's too much substance to you."
A tiny tilt of her head was the only reply that he received. "My granddaughter insists that I leave you alive." Rolling her eyes, she took a seat on the other end of the bench from him, straddling it to face him head on. "I want to know why."
"It would help if I knew who she was or what you were." He rasped, mirroring her on the bench.
The female smirked knowingly. "Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Not ancient," he returned to his deductions when it became obvious that she wasn't going to answer his questions. Yet, maybe. "You're warmer than a wraith queen and have moreā¦" Leaning forward to get a better look at her when he just couldn't put the pieces together.
Abruptly, she slid into the v of his legs and trapped his head between hands. "You will answer every single question I want to know." She promised darkly.
And then all Todd knew was darkness.
