Amnesty Challenge: Bad Apples, by Nemesis
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sga_flashficTitle: Bad Apples
Author: Nemesis, the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Challenge: Season One Amnesty (Culture Clash)
Summary: A few bad apples can spoil a whole outpost
Words: 314
Notes: First story in the fandom, and unbetad at that, so any suggestions are greatly appreciated
Carson Beckett put in the last stitch and set down his instruments. "All right, lad. It's time to tell the doctor who did this to you."
The Athosian didn't answer, and simply licked the split in his lip. "It is unimportant. I understand the message they wished to convey. I must speak to Teyla."
"This happened in the city, not on the mainland. Teyla is not in charge here. It was one of our people that did this to you, son, and Doctor Weir isn't going to let it go." To Carson, the man looked like he'd gone a few rounds in a boxing ring and lost.
"It was a misunderstanding. I will make sure it does not happen again." The man stood and started for the door.
"Was it because you're not from Earth?" Carson wasn't letting this man leave without an answer. He stood in front of the door. "The new personnel, we hand picked them but some bad apples may have slipped through the cracks. You must tell me who did this. We canna have bigots here. We just don't have the time."
"As I understand it, Doctor, I violated one of your social norms. I must speak to Teyla so that such misunderstandings do not happen again." The man rubbed at his jaw. "I made an unwanted advance. One of my own people would have been far kinder in their rejection, but now that I am aware of your customs, none of the Athosians will repeat my mistake." The man pushed past a stunned Carson and walked quickly down the hallway, meeting no one's eyes.
Carson tapped on the comm. "Colonel Sheppard to the Infirmary." They had to get this resolved before the Daedalus made her next run. It looked like they'd be shipping a few rotten apples back to Earth. There was no place for closed minds in Atlantis.
Author: Nemesis, the
rogue_planetChallenge: Season One Amnesty (Culture Clash)
Summary: A few bad apples can spoil a whole outpost
Words: 314
Notes: First story in the fandom, and unbetad at that, so any suggestions are greatly appreciated
Carson Beckett put in the last stitch and set down his instruments. "All right, lad. It's time to tell the doctor who did this to you."
The Athosian didn't answer, and simply licked the split in his lip. "It is unimportant. I understand the message they wished to convey. I must speak to Teyla."
"This happened in the city, not on the mainland. Teyla is not in charge here. It was one of our people that did this to you, son, and Doctor Weir isn't going to let it go." To Carson, the man looked like he'd gone a few rounds in a boxing ring and lost.
"It was a misunderstanding. I will make sure it does not happen again." The man stood and started for the door.
"Was it because you're not from Earth?" Carson wasn't letting this man leave without an answer. He stood in front of the door. "The new personnel, we hand picked them but some bad apples may have slipped through the cracks. You must tell me who did this. We canna have bigots here. We just don't have the time."
"As I understand it, Doctor, I violated one of your social norms. I must speak to Teyla so that such misunderstandings do not happen again." The man rubbed at his jaw. "I made an unwanted advance. One of my own people would have been far kinder in their rejection, but now that I am aware of your customs, none of the Athosians will repeat my mistake." The man pushed past a stunned Carson and walked quickly down the hallway, meeting no one's eyes.
Carson tapped on the comm. "Colonel Sheppard to the Infirmary." They had to get this resolved before the Daedalus made her next run. It looked like they'd be shipping a few rotten apples back to Earth. There was no place for closed minds in Atlantis.
