Story Title: Atlantis Rising
Chapter Title: The Girl
Author: Same as last chapter
Disclaimer: Don't own Atlantis. Wish I did. But, unfortunately, as of yet, rights are not up for sale on ebay. When they are though, you can bet I'll be the first and last to bid.
Author's Notes: Hey everybody! This is slightly longer than the last chapter, hope you like it! I'm sorry if the language doesn't work- I really did not feel like doing a ton of research into Latin. That's really just not my thing.
Oh, when I was naming this story I truly had no idea that the first episode is 'Rising'. I had no idea what to name this particular piece so if you have any ideas (bad or good or just plain strange) email me! Please!
Thanks to my reviewer: Angel of Fire: Yeah it is rather amusing. We're all such dedicated fans. Grins. Unfortunately since there have only been three episodes it is really hard to truly dive into the characters and to know them. It's hard working with a cast when you don't have any inside knowledge. But we're all trying . . .
And thanks to Linda! You're the best! Although a little strange at certain hours of the night . . .
And on with the show . . .
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When the hissing eventually stopped, the room became dead once again. Weir was about to have Carson lock the lab up for the night and have them both, along with McKay and a security unit, continue in the morning. Just as she was turning her head toward Carson, who had moved back to where she was, a gasp came from the center of the room, and in particular from the stasis unit.
Both doctors turned their heads toward the noise. A body began rising out of the unit, slowly, as if contemplating why they were there.
"John I want you here now," Elizabeth said into her walkie talkie. She really hoped he was on his way, especially if the girl was hostile.
"Um, hello. We aren't going to hurt you." While Dr. Weir's concentration had been directed toward contacting Sheppard, Carson had moved forward, halfway between Weir and the girl. "Can you tell us anything? Like why you're here?" Elizabeth could see his gentle smile, even though she was standing almost directly behind him.
The girl didn't make any movements. With her legs pulled under her and her hand folded in her lap, her body remained completely still. Elizabeth could see that although she was dressed in plain white, the girl had an unusual beauty about her. Blonde hair had been pulled back from her face, so its length was indiscernible. Her body was well built, firm and toned, which was easily noticeable under her form fitting clothes. But the most striking part of her was her eyes. Dark and brown and deep they showed true intelligence. They betrayed no weakness, no emotion, yet she seemed to be analyzing everything around her. Her gaze rested on Carson first, then Dr. Weir.
Elizabeth never had been afraid before. Concerned, yes. Frightened, most defiantly. But never truly afraid. As the girl's gaze drifted to her, Elizabeth felt as though her soul was being read. All her dreams, hopes and desires open, exposed for this girl to read. Never had Weir allowed anyone into her inner being. She did not like feeling vulnerable, and her powerful defenses had not ever been broken before. Much less tossed aside like extra baggage.
"Avia cormalia?" She asked, her voice soft and sweet. "Incardes torne kelbea?"
Carson turned to Weir. His face was ghastly white and he was visibly shaking, but his voice was calm and steady. "Do you know what she's saying?"
Elizabeth concentrated once more on the girl, who was repeating the two questions. "No. I can make out the words, 'they' and 'why'." She sighed, "but that's about it."
As the girl stopped, Elizabeth tried making contact herself, "Hello there. We're not going to hurt you." The girl did nothing, said nothing. Her body still. "Damn. I wish Dr. Jackson was here. He spoke more languages than anyone else I know."
"Maybe we could write, or draw pictures. Do you think it's some primitive language that humans never used?"
"No," Weir said assuredly, "I recognize it. It's Ancient, or at least a form of it. Besides there's too much intelligence behind those eyes for her to be primitive anything."
Dr. Beckett moved even closer, as if to try communication again, but when his mouth opened, John Sheppard burst into the room. His gun up, his hair disheveled and his 'don't mess with me look' clearly displayed upon his face. Within second he had analyzed the situation.
"Beckett. Here. Now." He said, never taking his eyes off the girl sitting inside of the stasis unit. "Why wasn't I informed of this say . . . oh . . . before you opened the unit."
"We thought it would be nice to give you some down . . ." Carson started, before Sheppard cut in.
"Bull shit." He glanced toward Weir, "As head of security I should have known about this."
"In my own defense I did attempt to contact you on your radio." Elizabeth stated.
"Radios are only good if you can hear them. I couldn't hear mine." Sheppard snapped back, clearly ticked off at not being contacted earlier.
"Well excuse me, but shouldn't you be able to hear your radio all the time. So when situations like this occur we can contact you?"
"Why didn't you just use the intercom? They go to individual rooms." Weir's stunned expression told Sheppard that he had won. It wasn't often that he could render Elizabeth speechless.
"Why wasn't I informed of this?" She responded when the gleam of defeat left his eyes.
"Well you were busy off playing with . . ."
"Excuse me," the soft voice said, but neither doctor nor commander heard.
"Well I should know everything that goes on under my command!"
"Perhaps you shouldn't be running off into unknown territory." Both voices had risen to a yell. Dr. Weir was facing Sheppard, annoyance on her face. Sheppard faced the girl, but his eyes were on Elizabeth, they too shinning with anger.
"Um . . . guys." Carson's Scottish accent breaking through, "Look."
The two turned toward the girl just as she was walking up toward the trio. Her steps were silent and the material of the clothing she wore made no noise as it swished around her body. "I do hope I'm not disturbing anything?"
"No, no," Elizabeth answered, her eye taking in every detail possible. The girl was only a little shorter than herself, but Weir could only estimate. White boots, with a possible heal, white pants and a white knee length dress her an appearance of control. Her brown eyes powerful and shinning against the background of white. "We were simply discussing the finer points of command."
The girl's grin told Weir that she didn't believe a word of it.
"Of course. And who might you be, oh trespassers of Atlantis?" Carson was about to answer, before Sheppard beat him to it.
"Wait a minute. How come you couldn't speak out language before?"
Weir turned to him, a question on her lips. Sheppard quickly cleared any confusion, "I was stuck outside, but I heard the entire conversation."
"So you did get my first message." His grin was all the confirmation she needed, before his attention turned back to the girl.
"So?"
"I could not speak your language before because I did not know it. I simply had to listen and learn." Her brown eyes danced as the trio glanced around at each other, attempting to interpret her answer.
"Who are you?" Sheppard asked, his patience coming to a close end.
"I am Amorina and this is my home."
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Okay, next chapter will hopefully be about this length, but I wont know until I start writing. As I mentioned earlier I do not have a firm grasp on the character. Weir mistakenly seems to be easy to write, but that is only because we haven't seen her true colors. Sheppard should come naturally (all I have to do is watch my brothers and Dad, same sense of humor). Ford I really am not sure yet. He has yet to be given a large part. McKay I know decently well from SG-1. Beckett is like Ford. I'm not entirely comfortable yet (and I'm not even going to attempt the accent!).
Thanks to all my readers!
Disclaimer: Don't own Atlantis. Wish I did. But, unfortunately, as of yet, rights are not up for sale on ebay. When they are though, you can bet I'll be the first and last to bid.
Author's Notes: Hey everybody! This is slightly longer than the last chapter, hope you like it! I'm sorry if the language doesn't work- I really did not feel like doing a ton of research into Latin. That's really just not my thing.
Oh, when I was naming this story I truly had no idea that the first episode is 'Rising'. I had no idea what to name this particular piece so if you have any ideas (bad or good or just plain strange) email me! Please!
Thanks to my reviewer: Angel of Fire: Yeah it is rather amusing. We're all such dedicated fans. Grins. Unfortunately since there have only been three episodes it is really hard to truly dive into the characters and to know them. It's hard working with a cast when you don't have any inside knowledge. But we're all trying . . .
And thanks to Linda! You're the best! Although a little strange at certain hours of the night . . .
And on with the show . . .
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When the hissing eventually stopped, the room became dead once again. Weir was about to have Carson lock the lab up for the night and have them both, along with McKay and a security unit, continue in the morning. Just as she was turning her head toward Carson, who had moved back to where she was, a gasp came from the center of the room, and in particular from the stasis unit.
Both doctors turned their heads toward the noise. A body began rising out of the unit, slowly, as if contemplating why they were there.
"John I want you here now," Elizabeth said into her walkie talkie. She really hoped he was on his way, especially if the girl was hostile.
"Um, hello. We aren't going to hurt you." While Dr. Weir's concentration had been directed toward contacting Sheppard, Carson had moved forward, halfway between Weir and the girl. "Can you tell us anything? Like why you're here?" Elizabeth could see his gentle smile, even though she was standing almost directly behind him.
The girl didn't make any movements. With her legs pulled under her and her hand folded in her lap, her body remained completely still. Elizabeth could see that although she was dressed in plain white, the girl had an unusual beauty about her. Blonde hair had been pulled back from her face, so its length was indiscernible. Her body was well built, firm and toned, which was easily noticeable under her form fitting clothes. But the most striking part of her was her eyes. Dark and brown and deep they showed true intelligence. They betrayed no weakness, no emotion, yet she seemed to be analyzing everything around her. Her gaze rested on Carson first, then Dr. Weir.
Elizabeth never had been afraid before. Concerned, yes. Frightened, most defiantly. But never truly afraid. As the girl's gaze drifted to her, Elizabeth felt as though her soul was being read. All her dreams, hopes and desires open, exposed for this girl to read. Never had Weir allowed anyone into her inner being. She did not like feeling vulnerable, and her powerful defenses had not ever been broken before. Much less tossed aside like extra baggage.
"Avia cormalia?" She asked, her voice soft and sweet. "Incardes torne kelbea?"
Carson turned to Weir. His face was ghastly white and he was visibly shaking, but his voice was calm and steady. "Do you know what she's saying?"
Elizabeth concentrated once more on the girl, who was repeating the two questions. "No. I can make out the words, 'they' and 'why'." She sighed, "but that's about it."
As the girl stopped, Elizabeth tried making contact herself, "Hello there. We're not going to hurt you." The girl did nothing, said nothing. Her body still. "Damn. I wish Dr. Jackson was here. He spoke more languages than anyone else I know."
"Maybe we could write, or draw pictures. Do you think it's some primitive language that humans never used?"
"No," Weir said assuredly, "I recognize it. It's Ancient, or at least a form of it. Besides there's too much intelligence behind those eyes for her to be primitive anything."
Dr. Beckett moved even closer, as if to try communication again, but when his mouth opened, John Sheppard burst into the room. His gun up, his hair disheveled and his 'don't mess with me look' clearly displayed upon his face. Within second he had analyzed the situation.
"Beckett. Here. Now." He said, never taking his eyes off the girl sitting inside of the stasis unit. "Why wasn't I informed of this say . . . oh . . . before you opened the unit."
"We thought it would be nice to give you some down . . ." Carson started, before Sheppard cut in.
"Bull shit." He glanced toward Weir, "As head of security I should have known about this."
"In my own defense I did attempt to contact you on your radio." Elizabeth stated.
"Radios are only good if you can hear them. I couldn't hear mine." Sheppard snapped back, clearly ticked off at not being contacted earlier.
"Well excuse me, but shouldn't you be able to hear your radio all the time. So when situations like this occur we can contact you?"
"Why didn't you just use the intercom? They go to individual rooms." Weir's stunned expression told Sheppard that he had won. It wasn't often that he could render Elizabeth speechless.
"Why wasn't I informed of this?" She responded when the gleam of defeat left his eyes.
"Well you were busy off playing with . . ."
"Excuse me," the soft voice said, but neither doctor nor commander heard.
"Well I should know everything that goes on under my command!"
"Perhaps you shouldn't be running off into unknown territory." Both voices had risen to a yell. Dr. Weir was facing Sheppard, annoyance on her face. Sheppard faced the girl, but his eyes were on Elizabeth, they too shinning with anger.
"Um . . . guys." Carson's Scottish accent breaking through, "Look."
The two turned toward the girl just as she was walking up toward the trio. Her steps were silent and the material of the clothing she wore made no noise as it swished around her body. "I do hope I'm not disturbing anything?"
"No, no," Elizabeth answered, her eye taking in every detail possible. The girl was only a little shorter than herself, but Weir could only estimate. White boots, with a possible heal, white pants and a white knee length dress her an appearance of control. Her brown eyes powerful and shinning against the background of white. "We were simply discussing the finer points of command."
The girl's grin told Weir that she didn't believe a word of it.
"Of course. And who might you be, oh trespassers of Atlantis?" Carson was about to answer, before Sheppard beat him to it.
"Wait a minute. How come you couldn't speak out language before?"
Weir turned to him, a question on her lips. Sheppard quickly cleared any confusion, "I was stuck outside, but I heard the entire conversation."
"So you did get my first message." His grin was all the confirmation she needed, before his attention turned back to the girl.
"So?"
"I could not speak your language before because I did not know it. I simply had to listen and learn." Her brown eyes danced as the trio glanced around at each other, attempting to interpret her answer.
"Who are you?" Sheppard asked, his patience coming to a close end.
"I am Amorina and this is my home."
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Okay, next chapter will hopefully be about this length, but I wont know until I start writing. As I mentioned earlier I do not have a firm grasp on the character. Weir mistakenly seems to be easy to write, but that is only because we haven't seen her true colors. Sheppard should come naturally (all I have to do is watch my brothers and Dad, same sense of humor). Ford I really am not sure yet. He has yet to be given a large part. McKay I know decently well from SG-1. Beckett is like Ford. I'm not entirely comfortable yet (and I'm not even going to attempt the accent!).
Thanks to all my readers!