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sga_flashficTitle: North by Northwest
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ceitie
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, mostly Gen with Teyla/Elizabeth UST and mention of Teyla/Sora.
Word count: 986
Summary: Constable Teyla Emmagan first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of - oh, you know how it goes.
Author's notes: So, apparently, my wish fulfillment for this challenge is going to be to post some slightly ridiculous AUs. Also, neither SGA nor DS belongs to me, more's the pity.
She was actually out the door, turning to close it quietly behind her, when Inspector Weir’s voice rang out. “Constable!”
Teyla winced, and stared glumly at Campbell, who was already standing on the sidewalk, free and clear, her tail held high and her snout hanging open in a wolfish grin. Yes, I am sure you find this very amusing, Teyla mouthed at her, before opening the door and slipping back inside the Consulate, immediately coming face-to-face with Inspector Weir.
“Yes, sir?” Teyla said, making her expression as mild as she could, ignoring the fact that she was practically standing on Weir’s toes. Teyla also ignored the pleasant whiff of vanilla and orange blossom that was probably a new shampoo. Inspector Weir always seemed to get oddly flustered when Teyla commented on her scent.
Weir blinked and backed up a few steps, before folding her arms under her breasts, pulling her red blouse tight against them. She raised her eyebrows. “Heading out early today, Constable?”
Teyla sighed inwardly, but said, “Yes, sir. But I believe that I told you on Monday, at 10:30am, that I would have to leave early on Thursday. Which is today.”
Weir frowned, and Teyla started inching her hand back towards the doorknob.
“Off to meet Detective McKay, I presume?” Weir asked, her voice heavy with dismissal.
And that was just about enough.
Teyla smiled, bright and sharp as Campbell at her best. She said, “Yes, sir. In fact, if I don’t leave now I’m afraid I will be late, so I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Inspector. As usual. Goodbye!” and pulled open the door, twisted through the opening, and closed it again before Weir could do more than open her mouth to protest.
She hurried down the steps and started off down the sidewalk at a brisk pace, Campbell trotting along at her side, radiating smugness. “Do not start,” Teyla said under her breath, and proceeded to ignore the insufferable creature for the next four blocks.
*
“You’re insane. You do know you’re insane, right?” Rodney said, and yanked the piece of paper out of Teyla’s hands.
She rolled her eyes and walked faster to keep up with Rodney’s long strides, making no attempt to grab the paper back. As Lieutenant Carter been forced to remind her last week in the canteen, getting into slap-fights with Rodney was beneath Teyla’s dignity.
“If I was mentally unstable, I wouldn’t be allowed to serve as a member of the RCMP, Rodney,” Teyla said, ignoring certain uncomfortable memories involving conversations with recently deceased family members. “In any case, my sanity is irrelevant to the facts, which you must agree are perfectly clear.”
Rodney snorted, and then stumbled and nearly fell when Campbell nudged her head against his leg, staring up at him with pleading eyes. “Argh! Teyla, call off the wolf! She’s not getting my hot dog.”
“You know that she never listens,” Teyla said with a sigh, ducking her head against the brisk spring wind. Chicago’s weather was downright balmy compared to the Territories, but the wind still cut through her jacket, and the dampness from the morning’s rain was creeping along her skin.
Rodney grumbled and took a deliberate bite out of his hot dog, glaring down at Campbell as he chewed. Waving around Teyla’s paper with his free hand, he said, “Okay, so all the suspects are somehow connected with Shedd Aquarium. So, what’s your theory – the whales using subliminal messages to send their caretakers out on crime sprees, like in your story?”
Teyla really had to stop attempting cross-cultural exchange with Rodney. “No, Rodney. And there were no crime sprees in the story, it was a metaphor for –”
“Yes, yes,” Rodney interrupted, and Teyla frowned at him. He cleared his throat, and absent-mindedly tossed the last bite of his hot dog to Campbell, who eagerly snapped it out of the air. “You think it’s something to do with the new exhibit that’s coming in?”
Teyla nodded. “Yes, it’s very unusual for them to have acquired a –”
She broke off, her breath freezing in her lungs.
There was a woman hurrying away down the crowded sidewalk, far ahead of them. Teyla could see her tangled gold curls, her slim form beneath the brown coat she wore, and she was so familiar that Teyla found herself moving forward automatically, elbowing her way through the people that separated them.
The woman turned her head, and for an instant Teyla caught a glimpse of a delicate profile. She cried out, “Sora!” her voice ragged with shock.
But the sidewalk was too crowded, and the woman too far, and Teyla could not move fast enough. She came to a stop in front of a building entrance, gasping for breath even though the run should not have been enough to exert her. Teyla spun on the spot, stared down through the revolving glass doors of the building, but she couldn’t catch sight of her. The woman – Sora, had it been Sora? – was gone.
Teyla stood, her chest heaving and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She was cold, freezing, aching with it, and for a moment she thought she saw a snowflake whirl past her to vanish into the sidewalk’s unforgiving surface. Campbell ran up and sat down beside her, looking up at her and whining softly. Teyla ignored her.
Rodney ran up beside her, puffing a bit and looking around in confusion. “Teyla, what – another purse-snatcher? Remember what I told you about not having to chase down every single petty criminal like they’re mass murderers?”
“No, it was not –” Teyla stopped, let out a breath. “I – I thought that I saw a woman that I knew. That is all.”
Rodney gave her an expectant look. “A woman? Who?”
Teyla shook her head. She reached down and scratched behind Campbell’s ears, then smiled tightly at Rodney. It hadn't really been Sora. It couldn't have been. “No one important. Let's go.”
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Author:
ceitieRating: PG
Genre: AU, mostly Gen with Teyla/Elizabeth UST and mention of Teyla/Sora.
Word count: 986
Summary: Constable Teyla Emmagan first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of - oh, you know how it goes.
Author's notes: So, apparently, my wish fulfillment for this challenge is going to be to post some slightly ridiculous AUs. Also, neither SGA nor DS belongs to me, more's the pity.
She was actually out the door, turning to close it quietly behind her, when Inspector Weir’s voice rang out. “Constable!”
Teyla winced, and stared glumly at Campbell, who was already standing on the sidewalk, free and clear, her tail held high and her snout hanging open in a wolfish grin. Yes, I am sure you find this very amusing, Teyla mouthed at her, before opening the door and slipping back inside the Consulate, immediately coming face-to-face with Inspector Weir.
“Yes, sir?” Teyla said, making her expression as mild as she could, ignoring the fact that she was practically standing on Weir’s toes. Teyla also ignored the pleasant whiff of vanilla and orange blossom that was probably a new shampoo. Inspector Weir always seemed to get oddly flustered when Teyla commented on her scent.
Weir blinked and backed up a few steps, before folding her arms under her breasts, pulling her red blouse tight against them. She raised her eyebrows. “Heading out early today, Constable?”
Teyla sighed inwardly, but said, “Yes, sir. But I believe that I told you on Monday, at 10:30am, that I would have to leave early on Thursday. Which is today.”
Weir frowned, and Teyla started inching her hand back towards the doorknob.
“Off to meet Detective McKay, I presume?” Weir asked, her voice heavy with dismissal.
And that was just about enough.
Teyla smiled, bright and sharp as Campbell at her best. She said, “Yes, sir. In fact, if I don’t leave now I’m afraid I will be late, so I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Inspector. As usual. Goodbye!” and pulled open the door, twisted through the opening, and closed it again before Weir could do more than open her mouth to protest.
She hurried down the steps and started off down the sidewalk at a brisk pace, Campbell trotting along at her side, radiating smugness. “Do not start,” Teyla said under her breath, and proceeded to ignore the insufferable creature for the next four blocks.
*
“You’re insane. You do know you’re insane, right?” Rodney said, and yanked the piece of paper out of Teyla’s hands.
She rolled her eyes and walked faster to keep up with Rodney’s long strides, making no attempt to grab the paper back. As Lieutenant Carter been forced to remind her last week in the canteen, getting into slap-fights with Rodney was beneath Teyla’s dignity.
“If I was mentally unstable, I wouldn’t be allowed to serve as a member of the RCMP, Rodney,” Teyla said, ignoring certain uncomfortable memories involving conversations with recently deceased family members. “In any case, my sanity is irrelevant to the facts, which you must agree are perfectly clear.”
Rodney snorted, and then stumbled and nearly fell when Campbell nudged her head against his leg, staring up at him with pleading eyes. “Argh! Teyla, call off the wolf! She’s not getting my hot dog.”
“You know that she never listens,” Teyla said with a sigh, ducking her head against the brisk spring wind. Chicago’s weather was downright balmy compared to the Territories, but the wind still cut through her jacket, and the dampness from the morning’s rain was creeping along her skin.
Rodney grumbled and took a deliberate bite out of his hot dog, glaring down at Campbell as he chewed. Waving around Teyla’s paper with his free hand, he said, “Okay, so all the suspects are somehow connected with Shedd Aquarium. So, what’s your theory – the whales using subliminal messages to send their caretakers out on crime sprees, like in your story?”
Teyla really had to stop attempting cross-cultural exchange with Rodney. “No, Rodney. And there were no crime sprees in the story, it was a metaphor for –”
“Yes, yes,” Rodney interrupted, and Teyla frowned at him. He cleared his throat, and absent-mindedly tossed the last bite of his hot dog to Campbell, who eagerly snapped it out of the air. “You think it’s something to do with the new exhibit that’s coming in?”
Teyla nodded. “Yes, it’s very unusual for them to have acquired a –”
She broke off, her breath freezing in her lungs.
There was a woman hurrying away down the crowded sidewalk, far ahead of them. Teyla could see her tangled gold curls, her slim form beneath the brown coat she wore, and she was so familiar that Teyla found herself moving forward automatically, elbowing her way through the people that separated them.
The woman turned her head, and for an instant Teyla caught a glimpse of a delicate profile. She cried out, “Sora!” her voice ragged with shock.
But the sidewalk was too crowded, and the woman too far, and Teyla could not move fast enough. She came to a stop in front of a building entrance, gasping for breath even though the run should not have been enough to exert her. Teyla spun on the spot, stared down through the revolving glass doors of the building, but she couldn’t catch sight of her. The woman – Sora, had it been Sora? – was gone.
Teyla stood, her chest heaving and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She was cold, freezing, aching with it, and for a moment she thought she saw a snowflake whirl past her to vanish into the sidewalk’s unforgiving surface. Campbell ran up and sat down beside her, looking up at her and whining softly. Teyla ignored her.
Rodney ran up beside her, puffing a bit and looking around in confusion. “Teyla, what – another purse-snatcher? Remember what I told you about not having to chase down every single petty criminal like they’re mass murderers?”
“No, it was not –” Teyla stopped, let out a breath. “I – I thought that I saw a woman that I knew. That is all.”
Rodney gave her an expectant look. “A woman? Who?”
Teyla shook her head. She reached down and scratched behind Campbell’s ears, then smiled tightly at Rodney. It hadn't really been Sora. It couldn't have been. “No one important. Let's go.”
~/~
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Date: 2009-01-15 04:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-01-15 04:32 am (UTC)This is lovely lovely work. I hope you write more; I'll read it gleefully. ♥
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-15 04:36 am (UTC)Is McKay Vecchio, or Ray K? I'd suppose Sheppard would be Ray K.
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Date: 2009-01-15 06:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-19 05:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-15 10:25 am (UTC)Your casting is brilliant. Rodney as RayV, kvetching away, hee, and Sora, ow. And of course Teyla had to be Fraser. Who else could possibly fit so well? (I am imagining Rachel Luttrell acting the hell out of that part. Mmm.)
Thanks for the glorious snippet - if you feel inspired to write more in this universe, I will read it with great delight.
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-20 12:00 am (UTC)Wow, genderswitched John hadn't even occurred to me, but it would be cool. And also hot. ;)
Though I also really like male John's very non-macho response to Teyla - it's one of the reasons I'm so interested in their dynamic, because it's not at all what gender-stereotypes (or John's background) would lead one to expect. It would actually be less weird and unexpected for two women in aggressively male-dominated fields to bond like that, though it would still be an interesting story and one worth telling.
Hey, who's Stella in this universe? John's canon ex-wife, or a more major character? And is there a good spot for Ronon? (Sudden vision of Ronon as Frannie. Brain breaks.)
I'll stop going on and on - this whole idea is just so cool, it sets my babble circuits going. :)
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Date: 2009-01-20 05:58 pm (UTC)I don't know where to put Ronon! I can't really find a character that he fits, although I was actually considering him as "Stella", but I think Nancy works better because Stella doesn't really have many appearances. Otherwise, Ronon would be one of the other detectives at the precinct (I'm thinking him and Lorne as Huey/Louis/Dewey), one of Teyla's friendly rivals. But I'm open to suggestions!
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Date: 2009-01-30 07:15 am (UTC)Otherwise... huh. At the precinct probably makes the most sense, but yeah.
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Date: 2009-01-15 01:55 pm (UTC)As Lieutenant Carter been forced to remind her last week in the canteen, getting into slap-fights with Rodney was beneath Teyla’s dignity. But funny.
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-16 04:09 pm (UTC)More in this universe would not be unwelcome. :)
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