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I'm on holidays so y'all get a longer fic... plus, this plotbunny kept whacking me with its ears. Bad bunny!!
Title: Red Sky At Dawn - Part One
Author: Kellifer_fic
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis, that is, pegasus_b
Rating: Mild (later chapters mature)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They come from the SciFi Original Series Stargate:Atlantis. Don't own, don't sue!
Summary - He could feel Jack’s smile like the sun on his back as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, which was Jack’s hand stealing across the table again.
Notes: Branching off from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raqs 's Under a Broken Moon
Continuation from The Palest Sky
Some people that live within the walls of the floating city, think of Atlantis as a living being.
Strengthening this idea is the way she shifts and shudders is response to the still constant seismic activity.
No one doubts that Atlantis is a she.
The tremors grow less frequent and brutal with each passing day, but still, there is uneasiness within her walls because sometimes you can almost here words in the way she trembles and groans.
The Athosians, apart from Teyla, never stay longer than they have to because they sense it too.
One of the few people to welcome these sounds is the ever-present Park, alone in the control room because most of the inhabitants have made their way over to the mainland for a celebration. Park has a wary understanding of Atlantis’ language and over time has learned to recognize the sounds the city makes when she is merely shifting with the tide, and how she utters a warning when bracing for worse.
There are only a handful of people in the city when Park hears one of these telltale groans, Atlantis girding herself for something big. It’s not the usual sound however and Park's hackles rise.
The grinding of metal and glass speak volumes to Park although she knows she will have to wait for something more concrete than just intuition to be able to recall those on the mainland.
Still, she hears it, clear as if spoken into the shell of her ear.
Warning
Beware
xxxxxxx
“You look great, stop fussing.”
Daniel was standing before John Sheppard and watching him tug on the collar of his blue dress shirt for the eighth time is as many minutes. John dropped his hands with an effort of will and grimaced. “I’ve faced death more times than I can count, and this makes me nervous.”
Daniel smirked. “I’ve seen braver men than you practically faint on their wedding day.”
John cuffed Daniel on the back of the head. “There are no braver men than me, and besides, I’m not getting married.”
“Wow,” Daniel raised his eyebrows almost to the hairline. “You know that saying about the river in Egypt?”
John scowled. “The Athosians don’t get married,” John sighed. “There’s a ceremony with a leather bracelet, a pretty strong wine and then dancing. All I know is, after that the old Athosian women will stop looking like they’re going to skin me alive.”
Daniel chuckled. “So essentially, marriage.”
John rolled his eyes and then pulled Daniel into a brief but firm hug. “Thanks for being so irritating. It’s really taking my mind off things.”
“Don’t tell me you’re not ready yet,” a voice from the doorway exclaimed and John and Daniel looked up to see Elizabeth standing in the entrance of the large tent that had been erected for the day, smirking at them. “I thought it was the bride that was supposed to be late.”
“Don’t you start,” John snapped. “Nice to see you out of pants, by the way.” John’s attempt to deflect attention away from his growing nervousness was simple but effective. Elizabeth looked down at herself and a blush crept over her cheeks. She was wearing a simple but elegant cream dress that was cut high on the thigh, showing an expanse of skin previously unknown by anyone who had lived and worked alongside Elizabeth Weir for the past year.
An evil glint touched her eye and she smiled. “Hey, it is a wedding after all.”
“That’s it! Both of you out! Leave me to my agony in peace.”
An hour later, John watched as Teyla Emmagen emerged from her own dressing tent and thought, huh, I’m getting married.
Watching the woman with coffee coloured skin and lips that curved up into a smile when their eyes met across the field, John realized that he wasn’t nervous at all.
xxxxxxx
Daniel had explained the ceremony and how Teyla would lead it considering she was of higher standing to the Athosians than John, something that greatly amused the soldiers in attendance of John’s command but that didn’t bother him at all.
He liked being led sometimes, especially by a woman who could kick his ass.
There was a joining of hands and a piece of braided leather thong was wound around their wrists, linking them together. It was tied in such a way that when a chosen member of the tribe then slashed it with a knife, the leather bands would stay on their individual wrists, representing their bond and that they were two parts of the same material.
Their foreheads were then daubed with icy water from a spring that flowed from underneath the mountains, representing their permanence. John had taken a puddle jumper to find the specific water that was needed and had fought the millisecond temptation to cheat and just get it from the river by the field they were now currently in.
The village elder, a man named Ecclest, would then prompt them to kneel and each witness to the ceremony would come forward and touch foreheads with both of them, bestowing their blessing on the union. It was the weirdest receiving line John had ever experienced but also knew that it was a more formal way of the old ‘does anyone object to this marriage’ line. Anyone that did not step forward to bestow their blessing would then make a case against the union.
Thankfully, each person there filed past them.
They then stood and were given a single cup filled with a brackish liquid that made John choke with the first swallow. He was worried that such a display would be a bad omen or taken as a great offense, but all in attendance merely laughed as John wiped his streaming eyes on his shirtsleeve. When Teyla took her sip, she actually choked worse, having to take a moment to lean over; hands braced on her knees and breathe raggedly.
John thought that the bride throwing up would make a great wedding story, but wouldn’t be a good precursor to their lives together.
But, like in all things, Teyla recovered admirably and even though her eyes still streamed with tears, she stood straight and proud and brought the cup to her lips for a second swallow that was required since she was seen as the leader of their house given her position with her people.
Everything had a soft edge to it after that and the rest of the ceremony was a blur of people and music and laughter. John’s next phase of coherence was waking up next to the large fire erected for the night, Teyla curled in his arms and John thought, darn, slept through my wedding night.
Teyla’s eyes opened then and the lazy smile that warmed him better than any whiskey he had ever consumed curled across her features like smoke.
They still had a few hours left and John meant to make the most of them.
xxxxxx
“Thought I’d find you here.”
Rodney looked up from the scattered remains of a malfunctioning naquada generator and smiled when he saw Jack in the lab’s doorway, leaning a shoulder against the frame. Jack had on a faded t-shirt and track pants that had seen better days but Rodney would never tell him to throw them out because when Jack leaned casually in a doorway, they tended to ride low enough to expose a jut of hip that Rodney found most compelling.
He loved those pants.
“You didn’t want to go across to the mainland?” Jack prompted, giving up his position to saunter into the room. He pulled up a stool and slouched onto it.
“Nearly everyone’s over there and I figured it would be one of the few times I could get the labs completely to myself. It’s good that everyone in Atlantis is a workaholic, but can be on occasion damn irritating because there’s always someone else in here, getting under my feet.”
Jack chuckled. “I can leave you be, if you like?”
Rodney looked at Jack for a moment, taking in the way he could casually sit on a stool and make it look like he wasn’t perched precariously and how his hair was sticking up in the back from being slept on and he obviously hadn’t chanced on a mirror to notice and fix it, or alternatively, didn’t give a damn which Rodney thought more likely and infinitely more endearing.
“No, you can stay. If anything, I find it easier to work with you here.” Rodney understood that Jack could be annoying when he wanted to be, having to play with anything that wasn’t nailed down, but Rodney had gotten so used to rescuing various objects from his hands that he actually found himself a little edgy and distracted when all he had to do was concentrate on his work.
It was like the pure and simple act of tuning out Jack’s presence to a point where snagging anything out of his hands was more instinctual than conscious action meant that Rodney’s mind was focused in a way that he couldn’t achieve when all he had was work in front of him.
As his mind followed that thought and he leaned over to pluck a silver disc from Jack’s fingers that had lit up with his touch and was making a disturbing screechy noise, he spotted the problem with the naquada generator, a burned out capacitor that he might not have seen except when leaning over at the exact angle he was in now.
Rodney extended his movement just enough to press his lips to Jack’s before he went back to work.
He could feel Jack’s smile like the sun on his back as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, which was Jack’s hand stealing across the table again.
xxxxxx
The ‘gate flared to life and Park nearly fell out of her chair. There was currently only one team offworld and they weren’t due to report back in for three days. They were currently visiting a people known as the Breenae who were having a festival and would only trade if representatives from Atlantis stayed for the duration.
Park looked across and surely enough, their leader’s IDC, a young and newly promoted Major named Ensfield, flashed across her screen. Park leaned across her console and slapped the shield disengage and the energy barrier on their gate flared once and then went out, concurrently with the event horizon forming.
Only a few second later, Bartook barreled through the ‘gate. “Get a medical team!” he called when he spotted Park. Ensfield was next through, coming backwards and with his arms lowered and shoulders hunched so it was obvious he was carrying something. The something turned out to be a body but when Chee appeared carrying the body’s feet with another young marine right behind them, Park realized that the body wasn’t one of theirs.
She knew the celebrations on the mainland would be in full swing and Elizabeth might not respond so she keyed Atlantis’ loudspeaker.
“Colonel O’Neill to the infirmary,” she called as the medical team clattered into the ‘gate room.
Part Two
Title: Red Sky At Dawn - Part One
Author: Kellifer_fic
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis, that is, pegasus_b
Rating: Mild (later chapters mature)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They come from the SciFi Original Series Stargate:Atlantis. Don't own, don't sue!
Summary - He could feel Jack’s smile like the sun on his back as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, which was Jack’s hand stealing across the table again.
Notes: Branching off from
raqs 's Under a Broken MoonContinuation from The Palest Sky
Some people that live within the walls of the floating city, think of Atlantis as a living being.
Strengthening this idea is the way she shifts and shudders is response to the still constant seismic activity.
No one doubts that Atlantis is a she.
The tremors grow less frequent and brutal with each passing day, but still, there is uneasiness within her walls because sometimes you can almost here words in the way she trembles and groans.
The Athosians, apart from Teyla, never stay longer than they have to because they sense it too.
One of the few people to welcome these sounds is the ever-present Park, alone in the control room because most of the inhabitants have made their way over to the mainland for a celebration. Park has a wary understanding of Atlantis’ language and over time has learned to recognize the sounds the city makes when she is merely shifting with the tide, and how she utters a warning when bracing for worse.
There are only a handful of people in the city when Park hears one of these telltale groans, Atlantis girding herself for something big. It’s not the usual sound however and Park's hackles rise.
The grinding of metal and glass speak volumes to Park although she knows she will have to wait for something more concrete than just intuition to be able to recall those on the mainland.
Still, she hears it, clear as if spoken into the shell of her ear.
Warning
Beware
xxxxxxx
“You look great, stop fussing.”
Daniel was standing before John Sheppard and watching him tug on the collar of his blue dress shirt for the eighth time is as many minutes. John dropped his hands with an effort of will and grimaced. “I’ve faced death more times than I can count, and this makes me nervous.”
Daniel smirked. “I’ve seen braver men than you practically faint on their wedding day.”
John cuffed Daniel on the back of the head. “There are no braver men than me, and besides, I’m not getting married.”
“Wow,” Daniel raised his eyebrows almost to the hairline. “You know that saying about the river in Egypt?”
John scowled. “The Athosians don’t get married,” John sighed. “There’s a ceremony with a leather bracelet, a pretty strong wine and then dancing. All I know is, after that the old Athosian women will stop looking like they’re going to skin me alive.”
Daniel chuckled. “So essentially, marriage.”
John rolled his eyes and then pulled Daniel into a brief but firm hug. “Thanks for being so irritating. It’s really taking my mind off things.”
“Don’t tell me you’re not ready yet,” a voice from the doorway exclaimed and John and Daniel looked up to see Elizabeth standing in the entrance of the large tent that had been erected for the day, smirking at them. “I thought it was the bride that was supposed to be late.”
“Don’t you start,” John snapped. “Nice to see you out of pants, by the way.” John’s attempt to deflect attention away from his growing nervousness was simple but effective. Elizabeth looked down at herself and a blush crept over her cheeks. She was wearing a simple but elegant cream dress that was cut high on the thigh, showing an expanse of skin previously unknown by anyone who had lived and worked alongside Elizabeth Weir for the past year.
An evil glint touched her eye and she smiled. “Hey, it is a wedding after all.”
“That’s it! Both of you out! Leave me to my agony in peace.”
An hour later, John watched as Teyla Emmagen emerged from her own dressing tent and thought, huh, I’m getting married.
Watching the woman with coffee coloured skin and lips that curved up into a smile when their eyes met across the field, John realized that he wasn’t nervous at all.
xxxxxxx
Daniel had explained the ceremony and how Teyla would lead it considering she was of higher standing to the Athosians than John, something that greatly amused the soldiers in attendance of John’s command but that didn’t bother him at all.
He liked being led sometimes, especially by a woman who could kick his ass.
There was a joining of hands and a piece of braided leather thong was wound around their wrists, linking them together. It was tied in such a way that when a chosen member of the tribe then slashed it with a knife, the leather bands would stay on their individual wrists, representing their bond and that they were two parts of the same material.
Their foreheads were then daubed with icy water from a spring that flowed from underneath the mountains, representing their permanence. John had taken a puddle jumper to find the specific water that was needed and had fought the millisecond temptation to cheat and just get it from the river by the field they were now currently in.
The village elder, a man named Ecclest, would then prompt them to kneel and each witness to the ceremony would come forward and touch foreheads with both of them, bestowing their blessing on the union. It was the weirdest receiving line John had ever experienced but also knew that it was a more formal way of the old ‘does anyone object to this marriage’ line. Anyone that did not step forward to bestow their blessing would then make a case against the union.
Thankfully, each person there filed past them.
They then stood and were given a single cup filled with a brackish liquid that made John choke with the first swallow. He was worried that such a display would be a bad omen or taken as a great offense, but all in attendance merely laughed as John wiped his streaming eyes on his shirtsleeve. When Teyla took her sip, she actually choked worse, having to take a moment to lean over; hands braced on her knees and breathe raggedly.
John thought that the bride throwing up would make a great wedding story, but wouldn’t be a good precursor to their lives together.
But, like in all things, Teyla recovered admirably and even though her eyes still streamed with tears, she stood straight and proud and brought the cup to her lips for a second swallow that was required since she was seen as the leader of their house given her position with her people.
Everything had a soft edge to it after that and the rest of the ceremony was a blur of people and music and laughter. John’s next phase of coherence was waking up next to the large fire erected for the night, Teyla curled in his arms and John thought, darn, slept through my wedding night.
Teyla’s eyes opened then and the lazy smile that warmed him better than any whiskey he had ever consumed curled across her features like smoke.
They still had a few hours left and John meant to make the most of them.
xxxxxx
“Thought I’d find you here.”
Rodney looked up from the scattered remains of a malfunctioning naquada generator and smiled when he saw Jack in the lab’s doorway, leaning a shoulder against the frame. Jack had on a faded t-shirt and track pants that had seen better days but Rodney would never tell him to throw them out because when Jack leaned casually in a doorway, they tended to ride low enough to expose a jut of hip that Rodney found most compelling.
He loved those pants.
“You didn’t want to go across to the mainland?” Jack prompted, giving up his position to saunter into the room. He pulled up a stool and slouched onto it.
“Nearly everyone’s over there and I figured it would be one of the few times I could get the labs completely to myself. It’s good that everyone in Atlantis is a workaholic, but can be on occasion damn irritating because there’s always someone else in here, getting under my feet.”
Jack chuckled. “I can leave you be, if you like?”
Rodney looked at Jack for a moment, taking in the way he could casually sit on a stool and make it look like he wasn’t perched precariously and how his hair was sticking up in the back from being slept on and he obviously hadn’t chanced on a mirror to notice and fix it, or alternatively, didn’t give a damn which Rodney thought more likely and infinitely more endearing.
“No, you can stay. If anything, I find it easier to work with you here.” Rodney understood that Jack could be annoying when he wanted to be, having to play with anything that wasn’t nailed down, but Rodney had gotten so used to rescuing various objects from his hands that he actually found himself a little edgy and distracted when all he had to do was concentrate on his work.
It was like the pure and simple act of tuning out Jack’s presence to a point where snagging anything out of his hands was more instinctual than conscious action meant that Rodney’s mind was focused in a way that he couldn’t achieve when all he had was work in front of him.
As his mind followed that thought and he leaned over to pluck a silver disc from Jack’s fingers that had lit up with his touch and was making a disturbing screechy noise, he spotted the problem with the naquada generator, a burned out capacitor that he might not have seen except when leaning over at the exact angle he was in now.
Rodney extended his movement just enough to press his lips to Jack’s before he went back to work.
He could feel Jack’s smile like the sun on his back as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, which was Jack’s hand stealing across the table again.
xxxxxx
The ‘gate flared to life and Park nearly fell out of her chair. There was currently only one team offworld and they weren’t due to report back in for three days. They were currently visiting a people known as the Breenae who were having a festival and would only trade if representatives from Atlantis stayed for the duration.
Park looked across and surely enough, their leader’s IDC, a young and newly promoted Major named Ensfield, flashed across her screen. Park leaned across her console and slapped the shield disengage and the energy barrier on their gate flared once and then went out, concurrently with the event horizon forming.
Only a few second later, Bartook barreled through the ‘gate. “Get a medical team!” he called when he spotted Park. Ensfield was next through, coming backwards and with his arms lowered and shoulders hunched so it was obvious he was carrying something. The something turned out to be a body but when Chee appeared carrying the body’s feet with another young marine right behind them, Park realized that the body wasn’t one of theirs.
She knew the celebrations on the mainland would be in full swing and Elizabeth might not respond so she keyed Atlantis’ loudspeaker.
“Colonel O’Neill to the infirmary,” she called as the medical team clattered into the ‘gate room.
Part Two
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