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sga_flashficRating: G
Word Count: 390
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: 'It's a ship. It goes through the gate. What more do you need?'
A/N: For the Virgin Challenge. Just a tiny little AU ficlet for an idea I've been playing with for a while and am posting before I lose my nerve. Also my virgin post on this community. Any and all comments will be loved.
John had thought Atlantis looked pretty damn cool from the bridge of the Daedalus, but that was nothing to the way it looked blurring past him as he made yet another circuit of the city.
When Sumner had mentioned the gateships during what John had dubbed Sumner and Weir's "Holy crap, they're here!" quick overview of nearly everything, John hadn't believed it could be anywhere near as good as Sumner had described.
Oh, was he wrong.
The ship was actually reading his mind, and John had to fight the chills that kept coursing down his spine. He'd never in his life flown anything this responsive.
'Gateship three, what's your status?'
"Fantastic," John answered. "But just for the record? I'm lodging a formal complaint against the name gateship."
'You'll have to take that up with Dr. McKay,' Grodin's amused voice came back.
"I'll keep that in mind," John said, grinning and angling the ship away from the city and out over the water.
"Now, what if I wanted to fly to the mainland," he said absently, and a map popped up instantly on the HUD.
"Nice."
He took off over the shimmering blue water, angling low and high, sometimes buzzing the water and sometimes soaring over it.
The mainland was beautiful, and as he flew along several miles of coastline, he knew exactly what he was requesting when the Daedalus left.
Finally, he angled back toward Atlantis, and was almost all the way back when McKay's voice broke in over the radio.
'It's a ship. It goes through the gate. What more do you need?'
John smirked. "Gateship sounds too big." He thought for a moment. "This feels more like a puddlejumper."
'That is the stupidest name I've ever heard in my life,' McKay's voice came back acidly. 'You're not allowed to name anything. Ever.'
John snorted. "Whatever you say, McKay."
There was a long moment of radio silence where John sat back and plotted out the various ways he could make it happen.
Finally, the radio broke in. 'Dr. Weir would like me to inform you that if you keep flying like that you can name them whatever you want,' McKay said sullenly.
John grinned. "Copy that."
Then he did a few flips and barrel rolls just for fun.
It was official. He was really going to love it here.
Word Count: 390
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: 'It's a ship. It goes through the gate. What more do you need?'
A/N: For the Virgin Challenge. Just a tiny little AU ficlet for an idea I've been playing with for a while and am posting before I lose my nerve. Also my virgin post on this community. Any and all comments will be loved.
John had thought Atlantis looked pretty damn cool from the bridge of the Daedalus, but that was nothing to the way it looked blurring past him as he made yet another circuit of the city.
When Sumner had mentioned the gateships during what John had dubbed Sumner and Weir's "Holy crap, they're here!" quick overview of nearly everything, John hadn't believed it could be anywhere near as good as Sumner had described.
Oh, was he wrong.
The ship was actually reading his mind, and John had to fight the chills that kept coursing down his spine. He'd never in his life flown anything this responsive.
'Gateship three, what's your status?'
"Fantastic," John answered. "But just for the record? I'm lodging a formal complaint against the name gateship."
'You'll have to take that up with Dr. McKay,' Grodin's amused voice came back.
"I'll keep that in mind," John said, grinning and angling the ship away from the city and out over the water.
"Now, what if I wanted to fly to the mainland," he said absently, and a map popped up instantly on the HUD.
"Nice."
He took off over the shimmering blue water, angling low and high, sometimes buzzing the water and sometimes soaring over it.
The mainland was beautiful, and as he flew along several miles of coastline, he knew exactly what he was requesting when the Daedalus left.
Finally, he angled back toward Atlantis, and was almost all the way back when McKay's voice broke in over the radio.
'It's a ship. It goes through the gate. What more do you need?'
John smirked. "Gateship sounds too big." He thought for a moment. "This feels more like a puddlejumper."
'That is the stupidest name I've ever heard in my life,' McKay's voice came back acidly. 'You're not allowed to name anything. Ever.'
John snorted. "Whatever you say, McKay."
There was a long moment of radio silence where John sat back and plotted out the various ways he could make it happen.
Finally, the radio broke in. 'Dr. Weir would like me to inform you that if you keep flying like that you can name them whatever you want,' McKay said sullenly.
John grinned. "Copy that."
Then he did a few flips and barrel rolls just for fun.
It was official. He was really going to love it here.
