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carpenyxTitle: Deus Ex Machina (2/?)
Author:carpenyx
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Ronon centric w/other SGA characters
Word Count: 2,359
Warnings: Character Death, Sexual Content
Spoilers: Up through Season 3's "Progeny", most importantly "Sateda" - this does take place in the future.
Beta:nytel - Thanks for steering me in the right directions with certain ideas!
Disclaimer: I do not own, just playing in the Pegasus Galaxy. No copyright infridgement intended.
Summary: He remembered her; the smell of her perfume, the sweet honey taste of her lips, and the warmth of her body against his. It was almost as if she were still there.
A/N: Crossed posted atatlantisfic, rdfever, ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
lostcityfound and stargate_fanfic
Deus Ex Machina
Chapter 2
Command Center – Atlantis
Evening
It had been a quiet day on Atlantis with the exception of the weather conditions. Most of the off world teams had returned earlier in the evening. Sheppard’s team however, was still on a reconnaissance mission according to the reports Elizabeth Weir was reviewing. She sighed tiredly, leaning back in her chair. She went over the conversation she had had earlier with John, regarding her concerns about Ronon’s behavior.
She had expressed her reservations about allowing Ronon to join them on this mission, explaining that he seemed depressed and disconnected. John assured her that it was a simple get-in-get-out type of mission. He saw no reason for Ronon to sit it out.
She straightened the pile of papers and folders that were scattered on her desk before pushing her chair backward and standing. Elizabeth rubbed the bridge of her nose, fearing an impending headache. Regardless of the relaxed feeling of the day, there was still tension and stress among the crew and herself. The war with the Wraith and the new developments with the Replicators were tiring to say the least.
“Incoming wormhole,” the on-duty technician announced over the radio.
Elizabeth raised her brow curiously; Sheppard isn’t due back for another couple of hours. She walked out of her office and across the control room, looking at the technician inquiringly.
“No IDC confirmation, ma’am,” he stated, looking over at her. “But there is an incoming transmission - audio only.”
“Put it through,” Elizabeth ordered.
“Go ahead, Dr. Weir,” the technician advised.
“This is Dr. Elizabeth Weir-”
“Pl… help… me… close…” came a voice over the speakers. The static over the system was heavy and the voice repeated itself.
Elizabeth looked at the technician. “Can we clear up the transmission?”
“Please… I… after me… not… time… help…” The voice was broken up with all of the static interference.
“I might regret this,” she muttered to herself, having to make a split second decision before the individual decided to go ahead through the gate. “Lower the shield.”
“Lowering the shield,” the technician stated.
Elizabeth’s stomach clenched tightly as she walked out onto the overhang of the gate room; the marines were surrounding the gate, their weapons trained on it. Her eyes focused cautiously on the event-horizon, hoping that her decision was not the wrong one.
A woman stumbled through the gate, collapsing onto the floor only a couple of feet from the event horizon. Just as she had stepped through, an energy blast had followed close behind, exploding into the giant staircase that led to the control center.
“Close the shield!” Elizabeth barked as she headed for the stairs. The blast had not done any real damage to the stairs, leaving only a large blackened spot, but the security team was quickly moving in to take care of the problem.
Elizabeth moved slowly towards the woman. “Get a medical team down to the gate room immediately!” she ordered. She knelt down cautiously looking at the other woman. Weir shook her head as she noticed the damage; it ranged from bruising to swelling, and mud to blood covering the girl’s body. Elizabeth cringed at the sight and cursed under her breath. The clothes on the woman were shredded, her hair was matted, and her breathing was extremely labored. Elizabeth reached out warily, gently touching the woman’s shoulder.
Melena coughed, blood spattering onto the floor. She tried desperately to move, but it was no use. She had no more strength, no more will in her to make the effort. She was drained.
Elizabeth tilted her head as she looked down at the injured woman. She pulled off her jacket and slipped it over the girl carefully.
Melena moved her head to the side, just enough to be able to look up at the other woman. “Where…” she managed to get out breathlessly before choking on more blood that fell to the floor, gathering into a distinct puddle.
“Shh,” Elizabeth said softly, stroking the young woman’s tangled hair in a comforting manner. “We’re getting you help.”
Melena did not respond as her eyes began to droop, her body aching to shut down.
“Where’s Beckett?” Elizabeth shouted, looking up at the control room.
“ETA two minutes, Dr. Weir,” the technician informed her.
Melena struggled, trying desperately to move again. “Ro…” She choked again, coughing harder than before. She could feel the muscles in her abdomen tightening and cramping up with each round of coughing. Her body was screaming from the pain. Melena’s eyes started to well up with tears, threatening to overwhelm her. She had no idea where she was, whether or not she was safe, and whether or not today would be the day she died.
There was not much for Elizabeth to do in this situation but remain by the other woman’s side until help arrived. Of course, she was concerned with the stranger, but there was something about the woman that made Elizabeth feel as if they were in no danger by having her there. Elizabeth was typically very guarded about uninvited guests, so she found her feelings regarding the situation strange to say the least.
“Ronon…” she spat out with another cough as she mustered enough strength to grab onto Weir’s hand.
The marines advanced a couple of feet, weapons aimed at the intruder.
Elizabeth was startled by the other woman’s sudden movement. Her eyes shifted to the marine personnel. “Stand down,” she instructed before resting her hand over Melena’s softly. “You know Ronon?”
“Ronon…” she managed to murmur again before her body relaxed, her hand slipping from under Elizabeth’s to the floor. Her body was giving into the pain; she could feel the numbness and coldness creeping throughout her body: relief, as brief as it may be. She closed her eyes, her cheeks damp with tears. She did not believe Ronon to be alive; she was on the brink of death and she was crying out for the one she loved, like every other.
Melena’s breath was weakening; her body was giving in more and more with each second that passed. She shuddered, clawing at the ground beneath her weakly; trying to hold on, but she could not…. She was slipping further into unconsciousness.
***
Infirmary – Atlantis
Forty-Three Minutes Later
“Doctor Beckett? What can you tell me about our visitor?” Elizabeth asked as she walked into the infirmary. She moved over to the side of bed, looking down at the woman.
“She has extensive bruising, swelling and other various injuries. According to the initial scans she has multiple fractures, but they aren’t new, not by any means. It appears that she was exposed to repeated abuse,” Beckett explained as he observed the woman’s vitals on the heart monitor. “If you look at her wrists, there is evidence of some kind of previous bindings, as well as around her neck. Also, we found something else during our initial evaluation.”
“Oh?” Elizabeth questioned.
“There appears to be scarring on her back, along her spinal column over the second thoracic vertebrae. This is the exact spot that I removed the Wraith tracking device from Ronon. It seems that our patient here was a runner but from the age of the scars, the device was removed a couple of years ago.”
“She had a tracking device like Ronon?”
“Aye.”
Elizabeth sighed with relief; her doubts subsided. “Has she woken up yet?”
“Aye, but only momentarily.”
“Did she say anything? Her name? Where she came from? What happened?”
“No, she was only awake for a few minutes and she was very disoriented.” Carson walked across the room, bringing up some files onto the computer screen. “I haven’t completed all the tests yet. I was hoping that she would’ve responded to the fluid injections by now. Of course, it’s still too early to be sure. I was able to screen her for any known illnesses: viral, bacterial, and parasitic. All of the tests were negative. ”
“That’s good,” Elizabeth said, sounding relieved as she took the woman’s hand delicately.
Carson glanced over at Elizabeth. “You seem to have taken a liking to her, Dr. Weir.”
Elizabeth smiled slightly. “Call it a woman’s intuition.”
“Aye.” Beckett walked over to the intravenous drip, adjusting the fluid levels. “One of the nurses will be cleaning her up and attending to her wounds shortly. I fear there isn’t much else I can do until she regains consciousness. I’ll continue to run what tests I can, but it could be a couple of hours before I get any solid results.”
“I am sure you’ll do your best.”
“Thank you.”
“Keep me informed, and let me know when she wakes up,” she said quietly as she lightly squeezed the woman’s hand before stepping back and heading for the door.
“Of course, Dr. Weir.”
***
Command Center – Atlantis
Elizabeth walked up the steps to the control room. “Any word from Sheppard’s team yet?”
The technician shook his head. “Not yet, Dr. Weir.”
Elizabeth nodded as she headed for her office.
“Incoming wormhole,” the technician announced.
Perfect timing. Elizabeth turned, not having made it to her office yet, and walked back over to the control panels.
“Colonel Sheppard’s IDC.”
“It’s about time,” she said as she headed for the staircase.
“I tell you!” Sheppard exclaimed in an annoyed voice, addressing no one in particular as he shook his head and walked to the middle of the gate room. He looked up at Elizabeth who was making her way down the stairs to join them.
Elizabeth grinned wryly. “Things went well?”
“The natives were quite-”
“Hardly!” McKay scoffed as he moved in next to Sheppard, looking at Elizabeth. “Can you believe they tried to feed me frogs? Covered with lemons!”
“They were not frogs, Doctor McKay,” Teyla said gently.
“Whatever! But… LEMONS!”
Elizabeth shook her head as she glanced over to Ronon briefly before returning her attention back to John. “You can tell me all about it, but first-”
“Does anyone care that I was almost killed?” McKay questioned, his hands placed on his hips.
“Of course we care, Rodney,” Teyla reassured him with a pat on the back.
“Ronon, I need to speak with you for a moment,” Elizabeth said.
Ronon nodded.
“John, why don’t you join us also?”
“Sure thing.”
“What about us?” McKay asked, looking over at Elizabeth.
“It doesn’t concern you right now, Rodney.”
Teyla smiled softly as she rested her hand on Rodney’s shoulder. “Come, I think some Atlantian food will ease your troubles with lemons, yes?”
McKay stared at Elizabeth before huffing, “Yeah, yeah.”
***
Conference Room – Atlantis
“I want to address something before we move on,” Elizabeth stated as she looked over at Ronon who was sitting on the other side of the room. “It has been brought to my attention that something has been troubling you, Ronon.”
Ronon rolled his eyes, glaring in John’s direction.
Sheppard shrugged, sinking down into the chair a little.
“It isn’t my business-”
“It’s not,” Ronon interrupted, looking over at her, displeased.
“However,” she continued. “When it starts to affect the performance of you and your team, it becomes my business.”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you?” she questioned.
“He’s fine,” John affirmed, looking at Elizabeth. “You see, we had guy talk thing, very fascinating stuff.”
“Care to inform me of what’s going on?”
“Not really,” Ronon told her.
“It’s a guy thing, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth eyed John, annoyed. “Very well,” she said through clenched teeth angrily, both were on the verge of disrespecting her authority. Let it slide, Elizabeth… for now.
She looked over to Ronon. “There is also something that both of you need to see.” She rose to her feet. “It especially involves you, Ronon.”
Ronon nodded as he pushed himself up from his seat and walked out of the conference room. He paused outside of the doorway, waiting for both John and Elizabeth.
Sheppard rolled his chair back, standing up before walking over to Elizabeth who was looking rather discouraged. “Don’t take it personal, Elizabeth. It’s about his wife…” John nodded, seeing the look of confusion on her face. “She died over seven years ago and today…” He sighed. “Today was supposed to be their tenth anniversary.”
***
While Rodney and Teyla were wandering the town square of the village, both John and Ronon opted to skip the shopping spree before their dinner with the townspeople. John shifted on the rock that he was sitting on, gun cradled in his arms. He looked over at Ronon, deciding this would as good a time as any to see what has been troubling him. “So, who died?” he questioned jokingly.
Ronon, who was leaning against the wooden post, stared at John with a look that could kill. “My wife.”
“Since when did you have a wife?” he asked, scrunching up his face in confusion, trying to get past the shock of what he had just heard.
“Until seven years ago.”
John nodded slowly, tapping his finger against his P-90. “If you want to-”
“Talk about it?” Ronon questioned.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t,” Ronon told him.
“How long were you married?” he asked, decided to push just a little.
Ronon hesitated, “Ten years, today.”
It was only a matter of asking the right question, at the right moment. John understood now why Ronon had been disconnected today. He nodded, deciding to respect the other man’s wishes and not talk about it anymore. “We should go see what those two are up to before they burn a hole in my pocket,” John said with a sly smirk.
***
“I didn’t…” Elizabeth murmured as she looked at John.
“I know,” he said quietly.
***
Infirmary - Atlantis
“We don’t know who she is or where she came from,” Elizabeth explained to Ronon and John as they came to the infirmary. Once she entered, she moved to the side.
Ronon stepped inside behind Elizabeth, wondering why this would be important to him. As the woman in the infirmary bed came into view, Ronon could not believe his eyes. His heart started pounding against his ribcage, seemingly fighting to escape. He stood there, paralyzed by the sight of … “Melena.”
TBC
Author:
carpenyx Rating: NC-17
Characters: Ronon centric w/other SGA characters
Word Count: 2,359
Warnings: Character Death, Sexual Content
Spoilers: Up through Season 3's "Progeny", most importantly "Sateda" - this does take place in the future.
Beta:
nytel - Thanks for steering me in the right directions with certain ideas! Disclaimer: I do not own, just playing in the Pegasus Galaxy. No copyright infridgement intended.
Summary: He remembered her; the smell of her perfume, the sweet honey taste of her lips, and the warmth of her body against his. It was almost as if she were still there.
A/N: Crossed posted at
atlantisfic, rdfever, lostcityfound and stargate_fanficChapter 2
Command Center – Atlantis
Evening
It had been a quiet day on Atlantis with the exception of the weather conditions. Most of the off world teams had returned earlier in the evening. Sheppard’s team however, was still on a reconnaissance mission according to the reports Elizabeth Weir was reviewing. She sighed tiredly, leaning back in her chair. She went over the conversation she had had earlier with John, regarding her concerns about Ronon’s behavior.
She had expressed her reservations about allowing Ronon to join them on this mission, explaining that he seemed depressed and disconnected. John assured her that it was a simple get-in-get-out type of mission. He saw no reason for Ronon to sit it out.
She straightened the pile of papers and folders that were scattered on her desk before pushing her chair backward and standing. Elizabeth rubbed the bridge of her nose, fearing an impending headache. Regardless of the relaxed feeling of the day, there was still tension and stress among the crew and herself. The war with the Wraith and the new developments with the Replicators were tiring to say the least.
“Incoming wormhole,” the on-duty technician announced over the radio.
Elizabeth raised her brow curiously; Sheppard isn’t due back for another couple of hours. She walked out of her office and across the control room, looking at the technician inquiringly.
“No IDC confirmation, ma’am,” he stated, looking over at her. “But there is an incoming transmission - audio only.”
“Put it through,” Elizabeth ordered.
“Go ahead, Dr. Weir,” the technician advised.
“This is Dr. Elizabeth Weir-”
“Pl… help… me… close…” came a voice over the speakers. The static over the system was heavy and the voice repeated itself.
Elizabeth looked at the technician. “Can we clear up the transmission?”
“Please… I… after me… not… time… help…” The voice was broken up with all of the static interference.
“I might regret this,” she muttered to herself, having to make a split second decision before the individual decided to go ahead through the gate. “Lower the shield.”
“Lowering the shield,” the technician stated.
Elizabeth’s stomach clenched tightly as she walked out onto the overhang of the gate room; the marines were surrounding the gate, their weapons trained on it. Her eyes focused cautiously on the event-horizon, hoping that her decision was not the wrong one.
A woman stumbled through the gate, collapsing onto the floor only a couple of feet from the event horizon. Just as she had stepped through, an energy blast had followed close behind, exploding into the giant staircase that led to the control center.
“Close the shield!” Elizabeth barked as she headed for the stairs. The blast had not done any real damage to the stairs, leaving only a large blackened spot, but the security team was quickly moving in to take care of the problem.
Elizabeth moved slowly towards the woman. “Get a medical team down to the gate room immediately!” she ordered. She knelt down cautiously looking at the other woman. Weir shook her head as she noticed the damage; it ranged from bruising to swelling, and mud to blood covering the girl’s body. Elizabeth cringed at the sight and cursed under her breath. The clothes on the woman were shredded, her hair was matted, and her breathing was extremely labored. Elizabeth reached out warily, gently touching the woman’s shoulder.
Melena coughed, blood spattering onto the floor. She tried desperately to move, but it was no use. She had no more strength, no more will in her to make the effort. She was drained.
Elizabeth tilted her head as she looked down at the injured woman. She pulled off her jacket and slipped it over the girl carefully.
Melena moved her head to the side, just enough to be able to look up at the other woman. “Where…” she managed to get out breathlessly before choking on more blood that fell to the floor, gathering into a distinct puddle.
“Shh,” Elizabeth said softly, stroking the young woman’s tangled hair in a comforting manner. “We’re getting you help.”
Melena did not respond as her eyes began to droop, her body aching to shut down.
“Where’s Beckett?” Elizabeth shouted, looking up at the control room.
“ETA two minutes, Dr. Weir,” the technician informed her.
Melena struggled, trying desperately to move again. “Ro…” She choked again, coughing harder than before. She could feel the muscles in her abdomen tightening and cramping up with each round of coughing. Her body was screaming from the pain. Melena’s eyes started to well up with tears, threatening to overwhelm her. She had no idea where she was, whether or not she was safe, and whether or not today would be the day she died.
There was not much for Elizabeth to do in this situation but remain by the other woman’s side until help arrived. Of course, she was concerned with the stranger, but there was something about the woman that made Elizabeth feel as if they were in no danger by having her there. Elizabeth was typically very guarded about uninvited guests, so she found her feelings regarding the situation strange to say the least.
“Ronon…” she spat out with another cough as she mustered enough strength to grab onto Weir’s hand.
The marines advanced a couple of feet, weapons aimed at the intruder.
Elizabeth was startled by the other woman’s sudden movement. Her eyes shifted to the marine personnel. “Stand down,” she instructed before resting her hand over Melena’s softly. “You know Ronon?”
“Ronon…” she managed to murmur again before her body relaxed, her hand slipping from under Elizabeth’s to the floor. Her body was giving into the pain; she could feel the numbness and coldness creeping throughout her body: relief, as brief as it may be. She closed her eyes, her cheeks damp with tears. She did not believe Ronon to be alive; she was on the brink of death and she was crying out for the one she loved, like every other.
Melena’s breath was weakening; her body was giving in more and more with each second that passed. She shuddered, clawing at the ground beneath her weakly; trying to hold on, but she could not…. She was slipping further into unconsciousness.
***
Infirmary – Atlantis
Forty-Three Minutes Later
“Doctor Beckett? What can you tell me about our visitor?” Elizabeth asked as she walked into the infirmary. She moved over to the side of bed, looking down at the woman.
“She has extensive bruising, swelling and other various injuries. According to the initial scans she has multiple fractures, but they aren’t new, not by any means. It appears that she was exposed to repeated abuse,” Beckett explained as he observed the woman’s vitals on the heart monitor. “If you look at her wrists, there is evidence of some kind of previous bindings, as well as around her neck. Also, we found something else during our initial evaluation.”
“Oh?” Elizabeth questioned.
“There appears to be scarring on her back, along her spinal column over the second thoracic vertebrae. This is the exact spot that I removed the Wraith tracking device from Ronon. It seems that our patient here was a runner but from the age of the scars, the device was removed a couple of years ago.”
“She had a tracking device like Ronon?”
“Aye.”
Elizabeth sighed with relief; her doubts subsided. “Has she woken up yet?”
“Aye, but only momentarily.”
“Did she say anything? Her name? Where she came from? What happened?”
“No, she was only awake for a few minutes and she was very disoriented.” Carson walked across the room, bringing up some files onto the computer screen. “I haven’t completed all the tests yet. I was hoping that she would’ve responded to the fluid injections by now. Of course, it’s still too early to be sure. I was able to screen her for any known illnesses: viral, bacterial, and parasitic. All of the tests were negative. ”
“That’s good,” Elizabeth said, sounding relieved as she took the woman’s hand delicately.
Carson glanced over at Elizabeth. “You seem to have taken a liking to her, Dr. Weir.”
Elizabeth smiled slightly. “Call it a woman’s intuition.”
“Aye.” Beckett walked over to the intravenous drip, adjusting the fluid levels. “One of the nurses will be cleaning her up and attending to her wounds shortly. I fear there isn’t much else I can do until she regains consciousness. I’ll continue to run what tests I can, but it could be a couple of hours before I get any solid results.”
“I am sure you’ll do your best.”
“Thank you.”
“Keep me informed, and let me know when she wakes up,” she said quietly as she lightly squeezed the woman’s hand before stepping back and heading for the door.
“Of course, Dr. Weir.”
***
Command Center – Atlantis
Elizabeth walked up the steps to the control room. “Any word from Sheppard’s team yet?”
The technician shook his head. “Not yet, Dr. Weir.”
Elizabeth nodded as she headed for her office.
“Incoming wormhole,” the technician announced.
Perfect timing. Elizabeth turned, not having made it to her office yet, and walked back over to the control panels.
“Colonel Sheppard’s IDC.”
“It’s about time,” she said as she headed for the staircase.
“I tell you!” Sheppard exclaimed in an annoyed voice, addressing no one in particular as he shook his head and walked to the middle of the gate room. He looked up at Elizabeth who was making her way down the stairs to join them.
Elizabeth grinned wryly. “Things went well?”
“The natives were quite-”
“Hardly!” McKay scoffed as he moved in next to Sheppard, looking at Elizabeth. “Can you believe they tried to feed me frogs? Covered with lemons!”
“They were not frogs, Doctor McKay,” Teyla said gently.
“Whatever! But… LEMONS!”
Elizabeth shook her head as she glanced over to Ronon briefly before returning her attention back to John. “You can tell me all about it, but first-”
“Does anyone care that I was almost killed?” McKay questioned, his hands placed on his hips.
“Of course we care, Rodney,” Teyla reassured him with a pat on the back.
“Ronon, I need to speak with you for a moment,” Elizabeth said.
Ronon nodded.
“John, why don’t you join us also?”
“Sure thing.”
“What about us?” McKay asked, looking over at Elizabeth.
“It doesn’t concern you right now, Rodney.”
Teyla smiled softly as she rested her hand on Rodney’s shoulder. “Come, I think some Atlantian food will ease your troubles with lemons, yes?”
McKay stared at Elizabeth before huffing, “Yeah, yeah.”
***
Conference Room – Atlantis
“I want to address something before we move on,” Elizabeth stated as she looked over at Ronon who was sitting on the other side of the room. “It has been brought to my attention that something has been troubling you, Ronon.”
Ronon rolled his eyes, glaring in John’s direction.
Sheppard shrugged, sinking down into the chair a little.
“It isn’t my business-”
“It’s not,” Ronon interrupted, looking over at her, displeased.
“However,” she continued. “When it starts to affect the performance of you and your team, it becomes my business.”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you?” she questioned.
“He’s fine,” John affirmed, looking at Elizabeth. “You see, we had guy talk thing, very fascinating stuff.”
“Care to inform me of what’s going on?”
“Not really,” Ronon told her.
“It’s a guy thing, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth eyed John, annoyed. “Very well,” she said through clenched teeth angrily, both were on the verge of disrespecting her authority. Let it slide, Elizabeth… for now.
She looked over to Ronon. “There is also something that both of you need to see.” She rose to her feet. “It especially involves you, Ronon.”
Ronon nodded as he pushed himself up from his seat and walked out of the conference room. He paused outside of the doorway, waiting for both John and Elizabeth.
Sheppard rolled his chair back, standing up before walking over to Elizabeth who was looking rather discouraged. “Don’t take it personal, Elizabeth. It’s about his wife…” John nodded, seeing the look of confusion on her face. “She died over seven years ago and today…” He sighed. “Today was supposed to be their tenth anniversary.”
***
While Rodney and Teyla were wandering the town square of the village, both John and Ronon opted to skip the shopping spree before their dinner with the townspeople. John shifted on the rock that he was sitting on, gun cradled in his arms. He looked over at Ronon, deciding this would as good a time as any to see what has been troubling him. “So, who died?” he questioned jokingly.
Ronon, who was leaning against the wooden post, stared at John with a look that could kill. “My wife.”
“Since when did you have a wife?” he asked, scrunching up his face in confusion, trying to get past the shock of what he had just heard.
“Until seven years ago.”
John nodded slowly, tapping his finger against his P-90. “If you want to-”
“Talk about it?” Ronon questioned.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t,” Ronon told him.
“How long were you married?” he asked, decided to push just a little.
Ronon hesitated, “Ten years, today.”
It was only a matter of asking the right question, at the right moment. John understood now why Ronon had been disconnected today. He nodded, deciding to respect the other man’s wishes and not talk about it anymore. “We should go see what those two are up to before they burn a hole in my pocket,” John said with a sly smirk.
***
“I didn’t…” Elizabeth murmured as she looked at John.
“I know,” he said quietly.
***
Infirmary - Atlantis
“We don’t know who she is or where she came from,” Elizabeth explained to Ronon and John as they came to the infirmary. Once she entered, she moved to the side.
Ronon stepped inside behind Elizabeth, wondering why this would be important to him. As the woman in the infirmary bed came into view, Ronon could not believe his eyes. His heart started pounding against his ribcage, seemingly fighting to escape. He stood there, paralyzed by the sight of … “Melena.”
TBC
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Date: 2006-08-31 06:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-31 10:10 pm (UTC)At least you have something to look forward to later, :)
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Date: 2006-08-31 08:06 pm (UTC)I'm hoping we'll find out how she survived the explosion, strong fighter she is.
McKay was written very well too :P I can see him acting that way for sure.
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Date: 2006-08-31 10:11 pm (UTC)You may or may not find out, I am not telling. :P
Thanks about McKay, alot of help came from nytel, 'cause yeah.. I'm VERY nervous writing for McKay.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-01 01:34 am (UTC)Nervous? Why?
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Date: 2006-09-01 02:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-01 03:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-01 05:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-01 02:24 am (UTC)In chapter 2, I felt very bad for what Melena has suffered, but admire her ability to survive so long without any soldiering skills. And, of course, I was speed reading to get to the part where Ronon finally discovers she's back. I'm very eager to find out what happens next. Thanks for this!
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Date: 2006-09-01 02:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-04 04:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-04 03:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-05 04:16 am (UTC)The connection that you've created between Elizabeth and Melena is awesome, I really, really like it.
And of course her past is very intriguing, though I'm sincerely looking forward to finding out how she managed to survive that blast on Sateda.
The flashback was superb, and the characterizations were great.
McKay was too frakking funny (god I love him. Lol.) and Teyla taking on almost a motherly role was cute. :)
Then the evil cliffie! YAY for beta privleges though. :D
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Date: 2006-09-05 03:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-05 08:48 am (UTC)You left with an evil cliffy but I don't mind because I see that the next chapter is already up :)
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Date: 2006-09-05 08:54 am (UTC)Doesn't it go prologue, chpt.1, chpt.2 ????
I hope I haven't missed a bit somewhere :(
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Date: 2006-09-05 03:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-05 03:35 pm (UTC)