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sga_flashficSo I know we didn't have to use the episode named in the challenge, but once it was there in my brain . . .
Set a few hours after 38 minutes.
Ford/Radek Zelenka pre-slash if you squint.
403 words.
It was kind of weird, breathing that was, letting his body fill up with oxygen and then pushing it back out again. Every time he did it, his lungs remembered not having any. It was just a minute or two, he didn't even black out until they were through the gate, but he still couldn't get the helpless, empty feeling to stop. So Ford abandoned his bed and found his way to a nearby balcony.
Yeah, that was better. The feeling still lingered, but here there was so much air, cool, salt air, the feeling wasn't so strong. The moon was out, well one of them, and the night was still. He watched the shimmering waves break against the sea wall far below and realized that he'd let his breaths take on the same rhythm. It was soothing. He closed his eyes and went with it. If only he could have pitched a cot here by the water, he would have slept like a baby.
"Was hard day, yes?" an accented voice said from somewhere behind him. "You did good job, I hear. Saved Major's life." It was one of the scientists- Zelazski, maybe?
"Hard day? You can say that again, doc," the lieutenant answered, hedging his bet on the title. Nearly all of them were doctors of something. The doc (Zalazney?), stepped up and leaned on the railing next to him.
"The sea is nice, yes: the night and the quiet. My home, Czech Republic, has no ocean. I see it on earth when I travel, but this is first time I live so close to so much water." Zelenka- that was it, the one who helped figure out how to get the jumper through the gate.
"Every summer when I was a kid, my grandparents took my sister and me to the shore for a month. Best times, really kind of free, you know?"
"No."
"Oh, right, no oceans."
"And communism."
"That too." They stood in silence, watching the waves and breathing. "Must have been hard, growing up like that?"
"Not when you know nothing else."
"I guess."
"Lieutenant, I have little bit of pivo- beer, still in my room. You care to share the last with me?" He stood and took a few leading steps towards the city.
Ford followed, saying, "You were only allowed one personal item and you brought beer? Damn, you are my kind of guy, doc."
Set a few hours after 38 minutes.
Ford/Radek Zelenka pre-slash if you squint.
403 words.
It was kind of weird, breathing that was, letting his body fill up with oxygen and then pushing it back out again. Every time he did it, his lungs remembered not having any. It was just a minute or two, he didn't even black out until they were through the gate, but he still couldn't get the helpless, empty feeling to stop. So Ford abandoned his bed and found his way to a nearby balcony.
Yeah, that was better. The feeling still lingered, but here there was so much air, cool, salt air, the feeling wasn't so strong. The moon was out, well one of them, and the night was still. He watched the shimmering waves break against the sea wall far below and realized that he'd let his breaths take on the same rhythm. It was soothing. He closed his eyes and went with it. If only he could have pitched a cot here by the water, he would have slept like a baby.
"Was hard day, yes?" an accented voice said from somewhere behind him. "You did good job, I hear. Saved Major's life." It was one of the scientists- Zelazski, maybe?
"Hard day? You can say that again, doc," the lieutenant answered, hedging his bet on the title. Nearly all of them were doctors of something. The doc (Zalazney?), stepped up and leaned on the railing next to him.
"The sea is nice, yes: the night and the quiet. My home, Czech Republic, has no ocean. I see it on earth when I travel, but this is first time I live so close to so much water." Zelenka- that was it, the one who helped figure out how to get the jumper through the gate.
"Every summer when I was a kid, my grandparents took my sister and me to the shore for a month. Best times, really kind of free, you know?"
"No."
"Oh, right, no oceans."
"And communism."
"That too." They stood in silence, watching the waves and breathing. "Must have been hard, growing up like that?"
"Not when you know nothing else."
"I guess."
"Lieutenant, I have little bit of pivo- beer, still in my room. You care to share the last with me?" He stood and took a few leading steps towards the city.
Ford followed, saying, "You were only allowed one personal item and you brought beer? Damn, you are my kind of guy, doc."
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Date: 2005-04-07 03:18 am (UTC)I love the way that no one remembers Zelenka's last name at first.