The Unforgotten Country

Title: Genii to the Rescue!
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Length/Rating: 100 words, PG-13, Gen
Summary: Written for sga_flashfic Role Reversal Challenge. I blame my Silly!Muse. *solemn nod*

( Oh no, -hell- no. )

TITLE: Superheroes of the Pegasus Galaxy
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG-13, Gen
PAIRING/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Response to drabbles 30 Days of Drabbles, Day 5 prompt: Noun/Object: Wound (cut/scrape/bite/sting)


( 'Ow!' )

TITLE: By Any Other Name
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 621 words, PG, Gen
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: Sequel of sorts to Pegasus Logic for Beginners, plus obligatory cameos by Imaginary Gate Team 5. Written for the sga_flashfic Animal, Mineral, Vegetable challenge, but finished too late, alas.


( The incoming marines aren't newbies by anyone's definition, Stargate Command knows better than to send anyone less than their best. )

Hrmm...

Draft One

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Draft Two

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Final Draft - here

Stupid muses... *kicks*


1. "I didn't know Pegasus had fairy tales."
"Fairy tales?"
"Like Jack and Beanstalk, or Snow White, you know, didn't Kinsey bring Disney movies back with her last trip?"
"Ah, those."
"Yeah, shoulda figured there'd be some here too but I never really thought about it."
"They aren't fairy tales."
"Huh?"
"Fairy tales aren't real."


2. "True love's kiss?"
"Yup."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Sadly, no. They actually programmed the computer only to respond to a certain combination of nerochemicals."
"What possible scientific reason can the Ancients have for playing Snow White in the middle of a lab?"
"Dunno, maybe it was more of a practical joke."


3. "Wait, wait, we have to put on a play? I don't know any plays!"
"Yeah, I don't really see us getting through Hamlet either."
"They aren't looking for Shakespeare guys, they just want a simple story acted out. Like a mummer's play. It's just an exchange of folk tales."
"Folk tales?"
"Fairy tales, fables, that sort of thing."
"Ah, well then, the Three Little Pigs it is!"


4. Once in my Father's Father's time, once in my Mother's Mother's days, there lived a house that flew.


5. It was in the dead of winter
In among the dark of winter
Hidden in the birch tree gardens
Planted, tended, long ago...

Because no one can have to much trochee (trochees?) ^_~

TITLE: Till Morning
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 230 words, PG, Gen
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: "Second star to the right and straight on till morning." That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland; but even birds, carrying maps and consulting them at windy corners, could not have sighted it with these instructions. Peter, you see, just said anything that came into his head. -- Peter Pan. Written for sga_flashfic Must Be Dreaming challenge.


It's never 'just dreams' to a medical board, even when night terrors are par for the course in Atlantis. Declaring someone fit for duty isn't a responsibility the SGC takes lightly; too many lives depend upon that designation.

The returnees argue that everyone has nightmares, heck, in Pegasus they even have nightmares about having nightmares. --not 'just' a vase of flowers, the smell-- It's normal, accepted, a minor stumbling point that everyone has learned to deal with. After all, they still manage to save the world and that's what counts. --how can you not hear that--

The SGC's well acquainted with the kind of damage a universe can bestow --he was acting suspicious, I had to be sure--, and still they don't realize how badly Atlantis is broken. --I left it right here, I must have-- Not until medical teams on the near side of the gate start dealing with the city's refugees. --wasn't a shadow, now check the damned sensor agai--

They seem so normal --second star to the right-- but somewhere along the way --every breath, every heartbeat, everything you see and everything you can't see; all of it can kill you-- Atlantis has forgotten where nightmares begin and end. --want me to think it was just a dream--

It's the central lie in Peter Pan, that Lost Boys can come home again.

--spent too long in Neverland--

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TITLE: And to Think I Saw It on Mulberry Street
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: I blame Theodor Geisel. *nods solemnly* Written for sga_flashfic's Must Be Dreaming challenge.


( He doesn't realize he's dreaming at first.  )

TITLE: The Death of Time
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 283 words, PG-13, Gen
SHIPS/WARNINGS: McShep if you squint, not death!fic.
SUMMARY: Inspired by the line: The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats from the poem "Counting The Beats" by Robert Graves. sga_flashfic F**king freezing challenge. (sga_flashfic Post)


It had stopped hurting, but he couldn't remember when. He'd lost all sense of time, deep in the heart of the glacial fissure. There was no sunlight --save for the shifting shadows that tinted the ice above him-- but he thought it might still be day. He'd fallen so very long ago. Long in terms of heartbeats, breath, thought... his watch arm is twisted beneath him and he has no sense of hours.

There had been static from the radio, broken with what might have been voices, but that had been when he could still feel his legs. All he has now is breath, and heartbeat, and hope. He could count down Pi in rhythm with his heart, or count up primes, or hold one-sided conversations with the dark... But he's done all those, or he thinks he has, and now there's just the silence of the ice. So he stops counting.

He dreams of flying, soaring over the vast white plains of snow and ice, gliding on the creaks and moans and shuddering snaps as the glacier dies around him.


It takes them two days to find him, thirty-nine hours of increasing panic and decreasing hope. But they don't stop looking, Rodney won't let them stop looking, and finally John comes home. Two days in the ice is two months in recovery, but he comes back hale and whole and that's more than anyone had dared to hope for.

And they never tell him how long he was down in the ice. Rodney's buried the records and blackmailed the staff, and they let him... because John's sure, with a faith that they can't bear to break, that it was only heartbeats.


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Herein lie a whole bunch of things I shall separate later. Many disturbing images as the Horror Muse has apparently come out to play. So, erm, not for the faint of heart. Sorry. ^_^;;


1. I should finish off Derivative Souls, even if it's just a rough outline that I lengthen later. Sort of a 'Is to much, I summup' version

2. There were always worse ways to die, but that wasn't the point, it was never the point. The point was there were better ways, and that was what he was offering. But they couldn't hear him, trapped inside the preconceived notions of the common unbeliever. But they'd understand, eventually: they only had a choice of better or worse. (could be Ways to Die, or Cake or Death, or.. hmm, *pokes fic*)

3. "Well this is--" there was a pause as Elizabeth struggled to find a better word than "--interesting."

The leader of the trading party from P1R-122 looked rather sheepish and Elizabeth's stomach clenched at the unfamiliar twist to the sickeningly familiar face.

"You're a clone." And Elizabeth was still polite, somehow, but in a ragged way where grief has worn past her defenses and it made the other woman wince.

"Yes." (Doppelganger)

4. "Look, when I meant there were 'infinite varieties of life' I didn't mean infinite!" Rodney poked his wobbly opposite angrily and the Jell-o Rodney giggled.

"Apparently you should have specified." (Doppelganger)

5. They chased him through hundred of carefully laid traps before they learned to stop chasing him. Then he turned tactics and worried away at their flanks until they forgot what they learned and bled away men in ones and twos into an alien jungle that masked body heat and biosigns and turned anything metal to pitted scrap in minutes. (Fight or Flight)

6. They got him back a sliver at a time, each time through a different channel, each time as untraceable as the last. They only knew it was him because Carson still checked, every piece, every scrap, because not knowing was somehow worse. Only it wasn't, because each tiny package, delivered like gifts, like tribute, meant somewhere, somehow he was still alive. (Ways to Die)

7. It wasn't that Steven was unused to the unknown; Geology and Botany were both disciplines that thrived on field research and Indian Jones style quests for answers (although minus the fame an fortune). And it wasn't being trapped on the side of a mountain, per se, because between his years as a Boy Scout and his time in the SCA and that one rather disastrous weekend on the Appalachian Trail, he'd spent plenty of time in the middle of nowhere.

It wasn't even the fact that he was well and truly lost (on an uncharted mountain on an unexplored continent on an unknown planet in a pretty darned big galaxy). No, it was...

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TITLE: Sign Language
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 312 words, PG, Gen
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Written for sga_flashfic Culture Clash challenge.

Customs are never just customs, and Atlantis is awash in tradition. Military, Civilian; Hard Science, Soft Science; Russian, Australian, Japanese; Native, Exiles... There are layers over layers, until even the simplest infraction has them snapping and snarling over the breakwaters.

It's Ronon who cuts through the arguments to point out the obvious. There are too many cultures here, too many hidden edges that they stumble into on an almost daily basis. With every thing stretched so tight, so thin, it doesn't take much to send them screaming at each other across tables or benches or gate rooms. The city is deluged in a hundred versions of 'But I didn't do anything!' and it’s tearing them apart.

If they had time for classes, Elizabeth would run them -- guiding everyone through the maze of coral and shale of how close is too close to stand, how often you need to meet someone's eyes, how a gift is a gift is a gift and each one requires a different reply -- but they don’t.

Instead she pulls in the sociologists and anthropologists, and gives them the task of creating a hand signal that means 'please stop; cultural violation.' Only they can’t use something that might be insulting and the number of existing insulting hand signals is awe-inspiring. Still, something is cobbled together that's quick and easy to understand. It’s not ‘talk to the hand’ so much as ‘talk to the heart’ and she puts it into use immediately.

Tempers cool, somewhat, and it’s enough for now. Another patch on a leaking hull, but all they have to do is weather the storms a bit longer. When they have time, she'll fix it.


And later, when Woosley asks in confused tones why people keep flashing him what he's assuming are some sort of gang signs, Elizabeth realizes the patches have become part of the hull.

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