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sga_flashficTitle: In the Dark (Amnesty 2007, Darkness challenge)
Author: Enola Jones (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Main Characters: John Sheppard and Rodney McKay
Summary: A rescue in progress -- hampered by the fact that only Rodney can see.
Rating: G
Word Count: 622
Notes: We begin in media res -- because my muse is stubbourn. Beta'ed by my husband, who suggested Ronon's one line.
By Enola Jones
John leaned against the seat of the wagon, smiling as the furious pace of Rodney's ranting washed over him.
Nothing else on this world made sense. But Rodney could always be counted on to rant.
The rant sputtered out and Rodney called, “You okay back there, John?”
“So far,” John called back. “How much farther?”
“Uhm...” Rodney paused, and John could just picture the wheels turning in his mind. “Not too much. I can see the Gate from here – and the Jumper's nearby, right?”
“Right,” John said, “And Teyla and Ronon should be there by now.”
“They are!” Rodney laughed in relief. “I can see Twila's wagon!”
And John let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. He felt the wagon roll to a stop. “...Rodney?”
“We're here.” He groaned his way off the seat. “Three PhD's, and I'm reduced to driving oxen in the dark.” The flaps of the wagon rustled, then Rodney announced, “Going to touch you now.”
John nodded and accepted the touch and the help off the wagon. “This whole world is screwed up!”
“Yes, you've said that....” Rodney sighed. “Remote, please?” John held it out and Rodney pointed it for him. “Go ahead.”
John found and pressed the buttons. The cloak obviously fell and the jumper's hatch lowered, because a second later Rodney called out, “Twila, get them inside!”
John sighed in impatient frustration as he was guided inside the jumper and settled into a seat. Rodney petted his shoulder. “Be right back.” He scowled after Rodney's voice, barely keeping the crack that he was not a puppy to be petted inside.
Then he heard Twila ask, “Will you be returning?”
“And John heard Rodney draw in a deep breath. “Twila – you're good people. But you're xenophobic to the extreme. I mean – for God's sake, we had to sneak here in a pair of ox-carts just to keep your elders from coming at us with pitchforks!”
John snorted. “Hyperbole, Rodney?”
“Not by much, and you know it!”
John chuckled. “And this whole 'blind as a bat at night if you don't have a certain eye colour' thing stinks!”
“John,” Teyla spoke up at last. “It is not these people's doing that their atmosphere holds that peculiar...”
“Anomaly?” Ronon growled, startling them all to silence. “What? I'm blind, not stupid!”
Rodney cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, it's no picnic being the only one of the team that can SEE right now.” He took a deep breath. “So, sorry, Twila – I doubt we'll be back.”
John heard the hatch close and Rodney's sigh as he sat down to John's left. “She's gone, then?”
“Yeah.” He heard the distinct sound of the jumper's DHD dialing. “She's gone.”
“Look, Rodney,” John sighed. “These last few hours--”
“Oh, shut it. You're just lucky I have blue eyes, and the optical dampening field couldn't work on me.” More beeps. “Atlantis, this is Jumper One.”
“Rodney?” Elizabeth's voice, sounding rather stunned. “Where have you been? You're seven hours overdue!”
“Long story. We'll have to strike this world from the list. Is the shield down?”
“It is now. Come on through.”
John gasped as he felt the jumper move – a little wobbly. After the wrench of disorientation, the jumper sailed into Atlantis.
And John sagged in relief as sight returned to him. A quick glance showed Teyla and Ronon were looking back at him and grinning.
Rodney, visibly battered and dirty, was sitting – trembling – in the pilot's chair, lowered his hands from the controls. “I have never been so happy to be home in all my life” His voice trembled with exhaustion.
John squeezed his shoulder. “You did good, Rodney. Real good.”
And Rodney's tired but happy smile said it all.
END
Author: Enola Jones (
jennytork)Main Characters: John Sheppard and Rodney McKay
Summary: A rescue in progress -- hampered by the fact that only Rodney can see.
Rating: G
Word Count: 622
Notes: We begin in media res -- because my muse is stubbourn. Beta'ed by my husband, who suggested Ronon's one line.
By Enola Jones
John leaned against the seat of the wagon, smiling as the furious pace of Rodney's ranting washed over him.
Nothing else on this world made sense. But Rodney could always be counted on to rant.
The rant sputtered out and Rodney called, “You okay back there, John?”
“So far,” John called back. “How much farther?”
“Uhm...” Rodney paused, and John could just picture the wheels turning in his mind. “Not too much. I can see the Gate from here – and the Jumper's nearby, right?”
“Right,” John said, “And Teyla and Ronon should be there by now.”
“They are!” Rodney laughed in relief. “I can see Twila's wagon!”
And John let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. He felt the wagon roll to a stop. “...Rodney?”
“We're here.” He groaned his way off the seat. “Three PhD's, and I'm reduced to driving oxen in the dark.” The flaps of the wagon rustled, then Rodney announced, “Going to touch you now.”
John nodded and accepted the touch and the help off the wagon. “This whole world is screwed up!”
“Yes, you've said that....” Rodney sighed. “Remote, please?” John held it out and Rodney pointed it for him. “Go ahead.”
John found and pressed the buttons. The cloak obviously fell and the jumper's hatch lowered, because a second later Rodney called out, “Twila, get them inside!”
John sighed in impatient frustration as he was guided inside the jumper and settled into a seat. Rodney petted his shoulder. “Be right back.” He scowled after Rodney's voice, barely keeping the crack that he was not a puppy to be petted inside.
Then he heard Twila ask, “Will you be returning?”
“And John heard Rodney draw in a deep breath. “Twila – you're good people. But you're xenophobic to the extreme. I mean – for God's sake, we had to sneak here in a pair of ox-carts just to keep your elders from coming at us with pitchforks!”
John snorted. “Hyperbole, Rodney?”
“Not by much, and you know it!”
John chuckled. “And this whole 'blind as a bat at night if you don't have a certain eye colour' thing stinks!”
“John,” Teyla spoke up at last. “It is not these people's doing that their atmosphere holds that peculiar...”
“Anomaly?” Ronon growled, startling them all to silence. “What? I'm blind, not stupid!”
Rodney cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, it's no picnic being the only one of the team that can SEE right now.” He took a deep breath. “So, sorry, Twila – I doubt we'll be back.”
John heard the hatch close and Rodney's sigh as he sat down to John's left. “She's gone, then?”
“Yeah.” He heard the distinct sound of the jumper's DHD dialing. “She's gone.”
“Look, Rodney,” John sighed. “These last few hours--”
“Oh, shut it. You're just lucky I have blue eyes, and the optical dampening field couldn't work on me.” More beeps. “Atlantis, this is Jumper One.”
“Rodney?” Elizabeth's voice, sounding rather stunned. “Where have you been? You're seven hours overdue!”
“Long story. We'll have to strike this world from the list. Is the shield down?”
“It is now. Come on through.”
John gasped as he felt the jumper move – a little wobbly. After the wrench of disorientation, the jumper sailed into Atlantis.
And John sagged in relief as sight returned to him. A quick glance showed Teyla and Ronon were looking back at him and grinning.
Rodney, visibly battered and dirty, was sitting – trembling – in the pilot's chair, lowered his hands from the controls. “I have never been so happy to be home in all my life” His voice trembled with exhaustion.
John squeezed his shoulder. “You did good, Rodney. Real good.”
And Rodney's tired but happy smile said it all.
END
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Date: 2007-12-29 05:30 pm (UTC)LMAO
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Date: 2007-12-30 07:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-29 05:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-30 07:05 am (UTC)My characters get minds of their own. Damn annoying at times.
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Date: 2007-12-29 06:20 pm (UTC)LOL! Poor John!
A great team story - I love the reason for the blindness; nice way to make McKay the only sighted one.
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Date: 2007-12-30 07:06 am (UTC)The puppy line was suggested by my husband to cover up the fact that I horribly misused "petted" instead of "patted" -- I was embarrassed, he found a John-snark moment.
I went with his idea. *grin*
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Date: 2007-12-29 08:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-30 07:08 am (UTC)and may I just say, I FINALLY figured out what your icon is! Yes, I know -- blame it on the flu.
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Date: 2008-01-02 09:49 pm (UTC)Rodney, visibly battered and dirty, was sitting – trembling – in the pilot's chair, lowered his hands from the controls. “I have never been so happy to be home in all my life” His voice trembled with exhaustion.
It's like we've been given just a slight peak of what's been going on an it amped my anticipation up to level 10. Awesome.
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Date: 2008-01-02 09:53 pm (UTC)Secondly, I'd not considered fleshing this mission out -- but now I'm giving it some thought. Let me see what I can do -- but be warned, I'm a horribly slow writer with my fingers stuck in several different fandoms' pies.
I had never considered adding this as a fandom, but these boys are too wonderful not to play with!