Story Title: Atlantis Rising
Chapter Title: The Breakdown
Author: Me, Wonder Women, also goes by the name of Sarah-Elf Princess
Disclaimer: Don't own Atlantis. I do, however, own Amorina, the lab, and any unusual strangeness that goes on.
Author's Notes: Hey everyone! Thanks for reviewing. So 2 out of 5 reviews said intriguing . . . I guess that's good. Right?
If you want, I may end up facing writer's block in a while and if you have a flash of inspiration (aka: an idea), let me know. I have an idea of where the plot is going, but any type of filler stuff would be great. If you're too lazy to write an email, leave it in a review. :) Either way is good.
Notes to Reviewers: CylentWind: Thanks! I love working with Sheppard and Weir. I defiantly think they are two of the best Sci Fi characters to come around in a while.
Thanks Linda. I do however say every line I write. Not just dialog. If there's a fragment it just means the sentence isn't very important. But good advice none the less.
And on with the show . . .
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There was an awkward silence. No one quite knew where to begin. Weir studied the girl. She didn't trust this Amorina, not at all. Beckett fumbled with a small trinket in his pocket. His attention anywhere but there. However Sheppard had his weapon at the ready. As with Weir, he did not trust anyone- but that was his job. He took his role as the commanding military officer with a deadly seriousness and this was a threat that he was not entirely sure how to face, aside from placing half a dozen bullets in her chest. The minutes seemed to stretch into hours. Although latter they would all admit to it being barely more than ten minutes, but it was a stand off, no matter how short, and it felt like an eternity.
The climax of tension had been reached right after the introduction of Amorina and as the tension slowly decreased, so Sheppard's want to follow the 'shoot now, ask questions latter' motto. Taking the initiative he lowered his gun.
Both Weir and Beckett looked over in surprise. But they were willing to follow his lead, and they too took less offensive positions.
"So . . . Amy," Sheppard began.
"Why do you call me Amy?" Amorina asked, her eyes turning toward John from where she had been watching Elizabeth.
"Well, I thought it would be easier than going around calling you Amourina all day." He replied. Even in the stress of the situation both Weir and Carson had to mask their amusement.
Amorina, however, felt no such need to mask anything. Her grin showed true delight at already having a name within the minds of Sheppard. "Major Sheppard, you are a military man right?" Amorina asked, knowing that she had to play at his game. Sheppard nodded, "That is good. As a diplomat you would drag your country into more wars than out."
The dumbfounded look on Sheppard's face caused Beckett to snort and Elizabeth to smile, still containing the laughter she felt.
Sheppard's recovery was quick, "I get the feeling you're mocking me."
"Aren't you clever?" Beckett stated, his heavy sarcasm dismissing the last true bit of tension from the room. "Figuring that all out by yourself."
Any notion of Amorina not being welcome was soon lost in the quick banter between the three. Their conversation soon turned to why Sheppard even had a gun. Comments of "he just wanted to shoot things" soon were tossed around as Sheppard tried, in earnest, to deny everything and even get a hit on the other too, particularly Carson. He knew nothing about Amorina, nor did he seem to care.
Weir, however, did not join in. She took a few steps back and used her government trained mind to sort together what was happening. Elizabeth knew that this was not what the reality of the stand off should have been. Just mere minutes before she had seriously considered allowing John to disarm Amorina and render her unconscious, but now . . . now it was different. Even Weir felt comfortable, almost safe in a way. It was like she wanted to be with this strange girl. She wanted to believe everything Amorina said. But she told herself this is not reality. Elizabeth Marie Weir keep control of reality.
"Stop," she began to say, but Amorina turned her head Elizabeth's way, and everything seemed to stop. Amorina's eyes became focused and hard. Chills traveled up and down Elizabeth's back as their eyes locked. "This isn't right." She tried to yell, but her mind wouldn't let her. Her mouth would open, but no words left. She could feel someone else's control over her mind, and, consequently, her body.
With out a doubt she knew that Amorina was in control. Since the beginning, when herself and Beckett entered the lab, Elizabeth realized Amorina had been showing them what to do, what to touch. That's how they both had enough energy to stay that extra hour, Amorina had been feeding them just enough energy to stay upright but not enough to realized what was happening. Oh God, Elizabeth thought she's been leading us the entire way. That's why Carson hadn't previously discovered the door. That's why we didn't call for back up sooner. That's why we didn't even think twice about opening the stasis unit. God, it's been nothing but a trap, a game of charades form the very beginning.
Weir knew that Amorina could hear her. She was vaguely aware of the friendly conversation between Sheppard, Beckett and Amorina, but Elizabeth couldn't make out anything that was being said. Her universe had shrunk to just her and Amorina. Just her and the creature that had so easily manipulated her team.
Her body remained in it's frozen position as her mind fought for control. The brown eyes still locked with her own, keeping complete control of Weir, but Elizabeth had not come to another galaxy to be simply taken over by a girl. A girl who was no better than the Goa'uld that they had left behind.
Forcing herself to relax, Weir gathered any strength she could. She may not have been military trained, but she was a diplomat, and she knew when to fight and when to back down. It was time to fight.
Shutting her eyes, an external part of her she did have control over as she found out, Weir attempted to slow her breathing, relax herself, but all the while she could feel Amorina's gaze upon her.
It scared her. Made her want to give up, let in, and enjoy the simple chatter. But as she lost control and grew closer and closer to that point, she could feel her character, her essence, her very being slipping away and her body and mind becoming nothing more than a puppet. Weir did everything her mind could think of, but nothing worked. No amount of screaming or hitting or swearing did anything to relieve the pressure that was growing.
In one last effort, Weir yanked her head from where it had been, snapping it to the side. As their gaze broke, she could feel herself screaming "ENOUGH!"
All conversation came to a stand still. Sheppard and Carson were confused, but Weir wasn't paying too much attention to them. Instead she shoot a look of defiance toward Amorina, hoping to see her off balanced or confused at Weir's triumph, but instead she saw a look of satisfaction on Amorina's face before Sheppard stole her attention.
"Elizabeth? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," She replied through clenched teeth. The strain had given her a wicked headache that had attacked with a vengeance. Somehow she didn't think that Amorina was feeling the same.
"I'm fine," she repeated, "but I do want answers. And now."
"Where would you like me to begin?" The honey-sweet voice asked.
"How-" Weir began before the intercom cut her off.
"Doctor Weir to the control room. Doctor Weir to the control room."
Sighing she answered, "Grodin, what is it?"
"I think you'll want to see this Doctor Weir. However I can't contact Major Sheppard. He's not in his quarters"
"He's here with me." She grimaced when she realized just what that sounded like. By lunch rumors would have already worked their way around Atlantis. Just what she needed. "We're on our way. Weir out."
"You do realize that sounded awful a lot like-"
"Yes John I do." Elizabeth turned toward her two crew members, "Carson I want you to be ready to make your way, quickly, to the command center." Beckett nodded and left to his lab. "John you're with me. Let's go."
"You would leave me here alone?" Amorina asked.
Weir turned back toward her, resisting the urge to wrap her fingers around Amorina's neck. "Is there any way we can lock you in?"
"No."
"Then you're coming with us." Without another word, Weir had turned and made her way out of the lab, Sheppard only a step behind.
Amorina took one last glance before following them.
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Chapter Title: The Breakdown
Author: Me, Wonder Women, also goes by the name of Sarah-Elf Princess
Disclaimer: Don't own Atlantis. I do, however, own Amorina, the lab, and any unusual strangeness that goes on.
Author's Notes: Hey everyone! Thanks for reviewing. So 2 out of 5 reviews said intriguing . . . I guess that's good. Right?
If you want, I may end up facing writer's block in a while and if you have a flash of inspiration (aka: an idea), let me know. I have an idea of where the plot is going, but any type of filler stuff would be great. If you're too lazy to write an email, leave it in a review. :) Either way is good.
Notes to Reviewers: CylentWind: Thanks! I love working with Sheppard and Weir. I defiantly think they are two of the best Sci Fi characters to come around in a while.
Thanks Linda. I do however say every line I write. Not just dialog. If there's a fragment it just means the sentence isn't very important. But good advice none the less.
And on with the show . . .
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There was an awkward silence. No one quite knew where to begin. Weir studied the girl. She didn't trust this Amorina, not at all. Beckett fumbled with a small trinket in his pocket. His attention anywhere but there. However Sheppard had his weapon at the ready. As with Weir, he did not trust anyone- but that was his job. He took his role as the commanding military officer with a deadly seriousness and this was a threat that he was not entirely sure how to face, aside from placing half a dozen bullets in her chest. The minutes seemed to stretch into hours. Although latter they would all admit to it being barely more than ten minutes, but it was a stand off, no matter how short, and it felt like an eternity.
The climax of tension had been reached right after the introduction of Amorina and as the tension slowly decreased, so Sheppard's want to follow the 'shoot now, ask questions latter' motto. Taking the initiative he lowered his gun.
Both Weir and Beckett looked over in surprise. But they were willing to follow his lead, and they too took less offensive positions.
"So . . . Amy," Sheppard began.
"Why do you call me Amy?" Amorina asked, her eyes turning toward John from where she had been watching Elizabeth.
"Well, I thought it would be easier than going around calling you Amourina all day." He replied. Even in the stress of the situation both Weir and Carson had to mask their amusement.
Amorina, however, felt no such need to mask anything. Her grin showed true delight at already having a name within the minds of Sheppard. "Major Sheppard, you are a military man right?" Amorina asked, knowing that she had to play at his game. Sheppard nodded, "That is good. As a diplomat you would drag your country into more wars than out."
The dumbfounded look on Sheppard's face caused Beckett to snort and Elizabeth to smile, still containing the laughter she felt.
Sheppard's recovery was quick, "I get the feeling you're mocking me."
"Aren't you clever?" Beckett stated, his heavy sarcasm dismissing the last true bit of tension from the room. "Figuring that all out by yourself."
Any notion of Amorina not being welcome was soon lost in the quick banter between the three. Their conversation soon turned to why Sheppard even had a gun. Comments of "he just wanted to shoot things" soon were tossed around as Sheppard tried, in earnest, to deny everything and even get a hit on the other too, particularly Carson. He knew nothing about Amorina, nor did he seem to care.
Weir, however, did not join in. She took a few steps back and used her government trained mind to sort together what was happening. Elizabeth knew that this was not what the reality of the stand off should have been. Just mere minutes before she had seriously considered allowing John to disarm Amorina and render her unconscious, but now . . . now it was different. Even Weir felt comfortable, almost safe in a way. It was like she wanted to be with this strange girl. She wanted to believe everything Amorina said. But she told herself this is not reality. Elizabeth Marie Weir keep control of reality.
"Stop," she began to say, but Amorina turned her head Elizabeth's way, and everything seemed to stop. Amorina's eyes became focused and hard. Chills traveled up and down Elizabeth's back as their eyes locked. "This isn't right." She tried to yell, but her mind wouldn't let her. Her mouth would open, but no words left. She could feel someone else's control over her mind, and, consequently, her body.
With out a doubt she knew that Amorina was in control. Since the beginning, when herself and Beckett entered the lab, Elizabeth realized Amorina had been showing them what to do, what to touch. That's how they both had enough energy to stay that extra hour, Amorina had been feeding them just enough energy to stay upright but not enough to realized what was happening. Oh God, Elizabeth thought she's been leading us the entire way. That's why Carson hadn't previously discovered the door. That's why we didn't call for back up sooner. That's why we didn't even think twice about opening the stasis unit. God, it's been nothing but a trap, a game of charades form the very beginning.
Weir knew that Amorina could hear her. She was vaguely aware of the friendly conversation between Sheppard, Beckett and Amorina, but Elizabeth couldn't make out anything that was being said. Her universe had shrunk to just her and Amorina. Just her and the creature that had so easily manipulated her team.
Her body remained in it's frozen position as her mind fought for control. The brown eyes still locked with her own, keeping complete control of Weir, but Elizabeth had not come to another galaxy to be simply taken over by a girl. A girl who was no better than the Goa'uld that they had left behind.
Forcing herself to relax, Weir gathered any strength she could. She may not have been military trained, but she was a diplomat, and she knew when to fight and when to back down. It was time to fight.
Shutting her eyes, an external part of her she did have control over as she found out, Weir attempted to slow her breathing, relax herself, but all the while she could feel Amorina's gaze upon her.
It scared her. Made her want to give up, let in, and enjoy the simple chatter. But as she lost control and grew closer and closer to that point, she could feel her character, her essence, her very being slipping away and her body and mind becoming nothing more than a puppet. Weir did everything her mind could think of, but nothing worked. No amount of screaming or hitting or swearing did anything to relieve the pressure that was growing.
In one last effort, Weir yanked her head from where it had been, snapping it to the side. As their gaze broke, she could feel herself screaming "ENOUGH!"
All conversation came to a stand still. Sheppard and Carson were confused, but Weir wasn't paying too much attention to them. Instead she shoot a look of defiance toward Amorina, hoping to see her off balanced or confused at Weir's triumph, but instead she saw a look of satisfaction on Amorina's face before Sheppard stole her attention.
"Elizabeth? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," She replied through clenched teeth. The strain had given her a wicked headache that had attacked with a vengeance. Somehow she didn't think that Amorina was feeling the same.
"I'm fine," she repeated, "but I do want answers. And now."
"Where would you like me to begin?" The honey-sweet voice asked.
"How-" Weir began before the intercom cut her off.
"Doctor Weir to the control room. Doctor Weir to the control room."
Sighing she answered, "Grodin, what is it?"
"I think you'll want to see this Doctor Weir. However I can't contact Major Sheppard. He's not in his quarters"
"He's here with me." She grimaced when she realized just what that sounded like. By lunch rumors would have already worked their way around Atlantis. Just what she needed. "We're on our way. Weir out."
"You do realize that sounded awful a lot like-"
"Yes John I do." Elizabeth turned toward her two crew members, "Carson I want you to be ready to make your way, quickly, to the command center." Beckett nodded and left to his lab. "John you're with me. Let's go."
"You would leave me here alone?" Amorina asked.
Weir turned back toward her, resisting the urge to wrap her fingers around Amorina's neck. "Is there any way we can lock you in?"
"No."
"Then you're coming with us." Without another word, Weir had turned and made her way out of the lab, Sheppard only a step behind.
Amorina took one last glance before following them.
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