Amnesty Challenge: Home, by Zulu
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Title: The Places You Will Be From
Author:
queenzulu
Challenge: Amnesty, Thirty-Eight Minutes
Summary: Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers up to "Intruder"
Author's Notes: Wouldn't have gotten finished (or, probably, started) without
troutkitty. My first efforts in this fandom; constructive criticism is welcome. Crossposted to my journal.
Home
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The controls of a Black Hawk hadn't changed. John's radio crackled instructions, and he chafed under the belts holding him to his seat. He dreamed the preflight, checking gauges and switches. When he was cleared for takeoff, he opened the throttle like a green pilot on his first solo flight. The helicopter churned air, pitched forward, the rotor blades blurring. John waited for the muscle-deep memory of flying to embrace him, eager and fierce. He waited for the helicopter to welcome him, to send joy-in-movement singing through his senses. But the Black Hawk hadn't changed, and John ached for home.
*
"Wrong wrong wrong," Rodney says, "what do they dump here, toxic waste? Did Godzilla wash up and rot?"
Jeannie sniffs. "It's the Pacific."
Rodney waves disgust. Half his brain is calculating the Daedalus's load limits, three-eighths is writing rants to international science journals, but one sixteenth remembers Atlantis, clean water and sharp air. "Don't let your kids in it; I know mortal danger and the pollution--"
Jeannie catches his fingers before he snaps. "I'm glad you're here."
Yes, yes, it's been wonderful bonding, but this isn't Rodney's ocean, and the remaining sixteenth counts down by primes until he's home.
*
"I think you'll find, Colonel, that my mandate can't be dictated by the military." Elizabeth refuses to break Caldwell's gaze. Again and again, she hears her voice on tape, mourning those she's lost. "It is clear you would veto my choices for your self-importance."
"My concerns--"
She's lost so many. She poured compassion into each message, emptying herself. "I'm sorry, Colonel." She wants to close her eyes. The world shimmers before her, like an event horizon. "This briefing is over."
From the control room, she watches the Stargate ripple. Instead of missions and aliens, she sees her pathway home.
*
"It sounds as though you're doing well, Carson?"
"Is that a question, Mum?" Carson smiled as she presented him with the pot roast. "I can tell you, it is going well."
"And you're happy, are you?" She fluttered about, bringing vegetables, warm butter, thick dark bread. "Did those military boys get my woollen socks to you?"
"Yes, Mum." Carson put his fork down and laid his hand over hers. She smiled, uncertainly, but her eyes were warm. Aliens, he thought; galactic wars, nanoviruses, inoculations that killed. "I am keeping warm."
She talked of other things, and Carson thought of home.
*
Radek hunched over laptops for many hours and muttered. Raised head now and then, surprised to be not interrupted by Rodney snapping fingers and yelling insane brilliance. He reconfigured puddlejumpers, tweaked shields, but with Major Sheppard not there for testing he must shoo away unqualified pilots, all who thought they could not blow up. He woke up at desk, forgot eating, woke up at desk again, and wondered why Beckett did not drag him to messhall. Teyla forced meetings on him to settle dispute; he rolled eyes and wished for Weir.
Only when Daedalus landed, he knew Atlantis was home.
*
end
Author:
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Challenge: Amnesty, Thirty-Eight Minutes
Summary: Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers up to "Intruder"
Author's Notes: Wouldn't have gotten finished (or, probably, started) without
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Home
*
The controls of a Black Hawk hadn't changed. John's radio crackled instructions, and he chafed under the belts holding him to his seat. He dreamed the preflight, checking gauges and switches. When he was cleared for takeoff, he opened the throttle like a green pilot on his first solo flight. The helicopter churned air, pitched forward, the rotor blades blurring. John waited for the muscle-deep memory of flying to embrace him, eager and fierce. He waited for the helicopter to welcome him, to send joy-in-movement singing through his senses. But the Black Hawk hadn't changed, and John ached for home.
*
"Wrong wrong wrong," Rodney says, "what do they dump here, toxic waste? Did Godzilla wash up and rot?"
Jeannie sniffs. "It's the Pacific."
Rodney waves disgust. Half his brain is calculating the Daedalus's load limits, three-eighths is writing rants to international science journals, but one sixteenth remembers Atlantis, clean water and sharp air. "Don't let your kids in it; I know mortal danger and the pollution--"
Jeannie catches his fingers before he snaps. "I'm glad you're here."
Yes, yes, it's been wonderful bonding, but this isn't Rodney's ocean, and the remaining sixteenth counts down by primes until he's home.
*
"I think you'll find, Colonel, that my mandate can't be dictated by the military." Elizabeth refuses to break Caldwell's gaze. Again and again, she hears her voice on tape, mourning those she's lost. "It is clear you would veto my choices for your self-importance."
"My concerns--"
She's lost so many. She poured compassion into each message, emptying herself. "I'm sorry, Colonel." She wants to close her eyes. The world shimmers before her, like an event horizon. "This briefing is over."
From the control room, she watches the Stargate ripple. Instead of missions and aliens, she sees her pathway home.
*
"It sounds as though you're doing well, Carson?"
"Is that a question, Mum?" Carson smiled as she presented him with the pot roast. "I can tell you, it is going well."
"And you're happy, are you?" She fluttered about, bringing vegetables, warm butter, thick dark bread. "Did those military boys get my woollen socks to you?"
"Yes, Mum." Carson put his fork down and laid his hand over hers. She smiled, uncertainly, but her eyes were warm. Aliens, he thought; galactic wars, nanoviruses, inoculations that killed. "I am keeping warm."
She talked of other things, and Carson thought of home.
*
Radek hunched over laptops for many hours and muttered. Raised head now and then, surprised to be not interrupted by Rodney snapping fingers and yelling insane brilliance. He reconfigured puddlejumpers, tweaked shields, but with Major Sheppard not there for testing he must shoo away unqualified pilots, all who thought they could not blow up. He woke up at desk, forgot eating, woke up at desk again, and wondered why Beckett did not drag him to messhall. Teyla forced meetings on him to settle dispute; he rolled eyes and wished for Weir.
Only when Daedalus landed, he knew Atlantis was home.
*
end
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:17 pm (UTC)I think I like the Carson part best. And OMG, you would not believe how tough it is to write Rodney's POV--and dialogue!--and keep it down to a hundred words. That guy just doesn't understand that less is more.
Thanks for commenting.
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Date: 2005-07-26 10:58 am (UTC)"Did those military boys get my woollen socks to you?" Lovely. That's exactly what I'd expect my mom to say to me if I'd shown up after havn't been gone "somewhere" for a year.
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:29 pm (UTC)Moms, I think, are like Carson's the world over: mine certainly is. And Carson is my woobie in this scene--I could just *see* the look on his face, and I wanted to show that even though we're in his POV. I'm glad it worked.
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Date: 2005-07-26 12:01 pm (UTC)And the last line. *loves*
Welcome to the fandom! I hope to see lots more from you.
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Date: 2005-07-26 12:31 pm (UTC)Both geeky and snarky, and so very very Rodney.
Great fic, very nicely done and completely believable. The last line is lovely.
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Date: 2005-07-26 12:31 pm (UTC)Otherwise, I liked this very much. :-)
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Date: 2005-07-26 01:59 pm (UTC)Thanks for your help!
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:59 pm (UTC)I see your squee and raise you a whee!
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:22 pm (UTC)John's was my favourite, with Zelenka's being a close second, they wow, they all ruled. Hope to see more from you soon!
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:02 pm (UTC)John's an amazingly poetic guy, I discovered when I wrote this. Far more so than Rodney, that's for sure. I didn't know he'd be as introspective as this, and maybe he's not--I did write him first, and I tend to get all metaphorical, so it could have been my voice diluting his--but the fact that he hides his lyrical side really *gets* me. Oh, I will be writing more of him, no question.
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:04 pm (UTC)Welcome to SGA fandom crack!
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:11 pm (UTC)Thank you, and when the plotbunnies come for me, I'm going to look to all of you to SAVE MY BRAIN.
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Date: 2005-07-26 08:54 pm (UTC)Elizabeth...I wanted to write something for her that grew out of her break up with Simon, but I really couldn't get her voice until I had her sniping at Caldwell...her characterization arose out of her facade of leadership. She was the toughest one, and I think I haven't succeeded with her yet. Well, there's only one solution to that: write Weir/Heightmeyer! Yes, okay, good plan, thank you.
Radek is amazingly cute to me in a very...hmm, a very non-sexualized way; he feels like a younger sibling to me, or a teddy bear, or someone who needs a hug; and I imagined him running out to the Daedalus and giving everyone a big group hug as soon as they got back.
And this is all very inspiring and I want to write more now.
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Date: 2005-07-26 05:40 pm (UTC)I'm impressed with how you got each character's voice down so well, and you captured that vague ache of homesickness they're feeling.
I love Carson too. Thanks for showing another side of him I hadn't really contemplated much before -- the ambiguity about his idea of home and the tension between his scientific curiosity (why else would he agree to the expedition in the first place?) and his own emotional ties to Earth.
Come party in this fandom, you know you want to. :-)
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Date: 2005-07-26 09:17 pm (UTC)Let's get this party started! Whee!
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