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sga_flashficFive drabbles from Ford, Teyla, Ronon, Radek, and Rodney's POVs
Rated PG; gen
Spoilers for all five seasons
Denial
He’s better this way—stronger, faster. Better. He’s wasted more Wraith in the past six months than he killed in his entire stint on SGA-1. He matters; he can make a difference for Pegasus, for Atlantis. Ford drags the edge of a knife over his cheeks, along his jawline, down the curve of his throat until his face is smooth. He flicks his face with water and dries off with a towel. For a moment, all he sees in the pocket mirror Jace gave him is the alien horror of his left eye but Ford shakes that off. He’s better.
Avoidance
“I do not know if I am ready.”
“None of us are ever ready, Teyla. Not for something like this.” Dr. Walley’s voice is sympathetic but Teyla cannot tell what she thinks, not really. Not in the way she could read Kate.
Teyla takes a deep breath—one, two, three—and then exhales through her nose. Her hands are shaking.
“We’ll do this together,” Dr. Walley says and opens the door to the balcony. Stretched out in front of her is the whole wide ocean of the world and all Teyla can see is Kate’s hair spiraling upward like flames.
Repression
Ronon’s quarters on Atlantis are completely bare but for the linens and toiletries he was issued. He owns more than one set of clothing now; this is a luxury he feels he can afford, especially since too many days in the same leather announces his presence in a way his footfalls never will again. Sometimes he runs his fingers through the dust that accumulates on the surface of his empty desk, writes words that no one in this place can read and watches them slowly wear away. Ronon sees how all marks he makes on Atlantis might be similarly erased.
Substitution
“Yes, yes. Very funny,” Radek says and makes an insulting gesture in Rodney’s general direction. Removing the beads from his hair will take hours and he hopes the paint will not stain his skin as it stained his clothes. But Radek cannot help smiling hours later when those beads stretch out in a row along his desk—this one Emron, this one Kalia and these two Bilva and Mot. All gloriously obnoxious and with their whole lives ahead of them. Radek is no fool. He can see that M7G-677 is the closest he’ll ever get to children of his own.
Fantasy
“When this is over,” Rodney thinks, “Sheppard will fly us home and I’ll sleep for forty-eight hours and everything will be fine.” But how will he know if this is truly over? How will he ever know for sure when every time he closes his eyes in death he opens them again to see Oberoth? As always, Rodney will make answers where none exist, and so this time when he closes his eyes in death, he opens them to Sheppard.
“Who the hell are you people?” Sheppard asks Oberoth.
When has Rodney ever looked a gift horse in the mouth?
Rated PG; gen
Spoilers for all five seasons
Denial
He’s better this way—stronger, faster. Better. He’s wasted more Wraith in the past six months than he killed in his entire stint on SGA-1. He matters; he can make a difference for Pegasus, for Atlantis. Ford drags the edge of a knife over his cheeks, along his jawline, down the curve of his throat until his face is smooth. He flicks his face with water and dries off with a towel. For a moment, all he sees in the pocket mirror Jace gave him is the alien horror of his left eye but Ford shakes that off. He’s better.
Avoidance
“I do not know if I am ready.”
“None of us are ever ready, Teyla. Not for something like this.” Dr. Walley’s voice is sympathetic but Teyla cannot tell what she thinks, not really. Not in the way she could read Kate.
Teyla takes a deep breath—one, two, three—and then exhales through her nose. Her hands are shaking.
“We’ll do this together,” Dr. Walley says and opens the door to the balcony. Stretched out in front of her is the whole wide ocean of the world and all Teyla can see is Kate’s hair spiraling upward like flames.
Repression
Ronon’s quarters on Atlantis are completely bare but for the linens and toiletries he was issued. He owns more than one set of clothing now; this is a luxury he feels he can afford, especially since too many days in the same leather announces his presence in a way his footfalls never will again. Sometimes he runs his fingers through the dust that accumulates on the surface of his empty desk, writes words that no one in this place can read and watches them slowly wear away. Ronon sees how all marks he makes on Atlantis might be similarly erased.
Substitution
“Yes, yes. Very funny,” Radek says and makes an insulting gesture in Rodney’s general direction. Removing the beads from his hair will take hours and he hopes the paint will not stain his skin as it stained his clothes. But Radek cannot help smiling hours later when those beads stretch out in a row along his desk—this one Emron, this one Kalia and these two Bilva and Mot. All gloriously obnoxious and with their whole lives ahead of them. Radek is no fool. He can see that M7G-677 is the closest he’ll ever get to children of his own.
Fantasy
“When this is over,” Rodney thinks, “Sheppard will fly us home and I’ll sleep for forty-eight hours and everything will be fine.” But how will he know if this is truly over? How will he ever know for sure when every time he closes his eyes in death he opens them again to see Oberoth? As always, Rodney will make answers where none exist, and so this time when he closes his eyes in death, he opens them to Sheppard.
“Who the hell are you people?” Sheppard asks Oberoth.
When has Rodney ever looked a gift horse in the mouth?
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Date: 2009-05-04 01:39 am (UTC)Thanks for reading, sweetie!
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Date: 2009-05-05 01:19 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2009-05-12 05:58 am (UTC)I love Radek's drabble, bittersweet and so very much Radek. Even as he stalked past Rodney with a furious look on his face, painted and beaded, I always that on the inside Radek was enjoying the absurdity of it. Reveling in the childish play that has managed to survive there.
I feel I've lost a lot of the impact of Rodney's bit because I can't place the episode. But it does capture that sickening sense of "what is real" that the AU episodes of TV shows inevitably create. I remember quite clearly being stunned by that scary, dizzying feeling of was that real, or that one, in BtVS's "Normal Again."
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Date: 2009-05-13 01:03 am (UTC)Thanks for the amazing feedback. I've always really liked writing drabbles and it's awesome to get such good comments on a set.
Creepy redux
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Date: 2010-05-23 02:29 pm (UTC)As for the last one, how about Star Trek:TNG when they're trapped on the holodeck with Moriarty and don't know it!
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Date: 2010-05-23 10:47 pm (UTC)*glee*
I was thinking of that TNG ep when I wrote that!!!! I mean, how can you ever be sure you've left the dream? What's real? *shudders*