"It Runs in the Family"
Ch. 15
(Atlantis, Infirmary)
A few hours later Tris woke up to Major Sheppard thrashing in his Infirmary bed. Tris got out of the bed and went over to his side.
"Sheppard," she shook him gently.
It didn't work. She tried it again, but louder and firmer.
"Sheppard,"
He was still thrashing around.
"Okay, then," she said.
She produced a small green ball from her hand. Tris placed the green ball on his forehead. She was quickly transported into his nightmare.
(Wraith Hive Ship)
She was now in a Wraith Hive Ship. She could see John a distance away. A Wraith stood in front of the Major. The menacing Wraith extended his arm and clutched John. John fell to the ground and struggled against the Wraith.
Tris knew it was a dream and wasn't real. But, Major Sheppard, however, thought it was all real. She ran over to the Wraith and knocked him over with a blast of wind she had conjured. Tris grabbed a hold of Sheppard's hand.
(Atlantis, Infirmary)
Tris and John snapped their eyes open. She fell over several inches. She would had fallen if John had kept hold of her hand. Tris steadied herself and went over to her bed. She immediately collapsed into it.
"I didn't know you could do that," John said to her.
"Me neither," she told him, faintly. "That must be a new ability."
(Atlantis, Gym #2)
Tris had taken Hope to a large room that she designated as one of the gyms the expedition had retrofitted. Major Sheppard and Teyla were using Gym #1. Tris opened the doors that led out to the balcony. She sat down on the ground and put the girl on her lap.
"You've seem mommy meditate in the morning and at night, right?" Tris asked Hope.
"Uh-huh," the girl nodded.
"Meditation is very important to a mage and controlling ones power. It helps you relax, once you are calm you can control your fire power. You won't have any flare-ups," she explained to her daughter. "Can you hear the waves?"
Hope nodded.
"Good. Now close your eyes and take in a deep breathe but hold it in, don't let it go," Tris instructed. "When you hear the ocean hit the edge of the city, let the breathe go slowly."
Tris breathed in and out and followed the rhythm of the sea bellow. Hope did her best to focus, but kept loosing her concentration. After another 20 minutes of meditation, they stopped.
"You did a great job today, Hope," Tris told her. "We'll try again before bedtime."
"Okay, mommy," Hope said, as Tris picked the 4 year old up.
To be continued . . .