Written for Thepiratequeen
“Anna, I...I can't move.”
Anna Wylie sat up, her blonde hair falling past her shoulders. “Rodney, are you okay?”
“Not really. I don't think I can feel my legs.”
Anna bit her bottom lip as she took in the sad sight. Rodney McKay sat on the mat, his legs twisted over his head like a pretzel, his expression indignant. Anna tried to hold in the laughter, but it bubbled up and out before she could stop it. Horror crossed Rodney's face and he hopped on his butt to her side of the mat.
“Do you think this is funny?” he demanded. “I could be stuck like this forever!”
“I'm sorry. I can't help it.” She continued to giggle.
“Perfect. First, you talk me into this and now you're laughing at my pain.”
“Oh, stop worrying. I'm sure I can untwist you.”
Rodney sighed. “I will never let you talk me into doing yoga again.”
Those Were the Days
Character: Carson Beckett
Written for: Hermione O'Rourke
So, you want to hear a story, lad? Well, I've got plenty. What do you want to hear? The Wraith?! Let's not talk about the Wraith. They were awful, awful creatures. Oh, aye, they're gone now, but I thought we'd never defeat them. I'm only glad you and your sister don't have to deal with them.
What happened after we defeated them? Well, we threw quite a large party. Great Uncle Rodney drank too much and started following every woman in sight. No, I'm not telling you why. You're too young to know. But if he hadn't have bothered your grandma, I would've never met her. Eight years we'd been in Atlantis, and I'd never seen her before. But there she was, looking pretty as a picture.
Aye, lad, those were the days.
The Girl With the Wings
Character: Carson Beckett
Written for Smuggler's Prize
“What on Earth is this?” Carson Beckett asked, his blue eyes taking in the sight before him. White feathers covered everything in his infirmary.
“I suppose that would be my fault,” a female voice said.
Carson followed it and found a young girl with wings sitting on one of his examining tables. Major Sheppard sat beside her.
“We found her on our last trip,” Sheppard explained.
“She has wings,” was all Carson could manage.
“And she's losing her feathers by the second. Think you can fix her?”
Carson finally looked at Sheppard, his mouth agape. “She has wings.”
“I think we've established this,” Sheppard said.
“And here I thought Atlantis couldn't get any stranger.”
“Rodney? Rodney, can you hear me?” a soft Australian accent broke through his haze and led him out of the darkness.
Rodney’s eyelids fluttered open to see Anna standing over him, a worried expression on her face. He smiled when he saw her.
“Anna, what happened? Are you all right?” he asked.
She returned his smile. “Yes, I’m fine. You stopped them before they could get to me.”
“I did?” His eyes widened.
“Oh, yeah.” Anna nodded emphatically. “You hit them before you were knocked out. Major Sheppard showed up just in time to help me carry you back through the Gate.”
He sighed as he snuggled down into the hospital bed. “I told them I’d look after you.”
“I had no doubt.” Anna stood up and tucked him in. “Dr. Beckett said you needed to rest. You took a nasty hit.”
Rodney just nodded and immediately fell back asleep. As soon as he was snoring again, Dr. Beckett sauntered over to Anna.
“You’re not going to tell him that Major Sheppard actually did the saving, are you?” he asked.
“Not on your life,” she smiled.
She wanted him to be on her side. No, needed him to be. Her worst fears were coming true, and the military was pushing aside her authority. Elizabeth’s eyes locked with John’s. Would he go with the Air Force that he’d been loyal to for years, or would he stay behind her?
His brown eyes don’t look away. They see the worry in hers, but there’s more. It’s almost as if she’s pleading, and he’s never known Elizabeth to plead. His training tells him to stand down and let his commanding officer take over, yet he can’t do it. He remembers the hurt in her eyes when he directly disobeyed her order. There was more hurt than there should have been, but she didn’t let on.
He knows what he has to do.
"You are the rudest, most annoying kid on the face of the planet!" Rodney McKay spit out as he glared at the young woman in front of him.
"Oh, I'm rude and annoying? You're the asshole who crossed the wires in the first place!" Gwen Spencer shot back, fixing McKay with a deadly stare.
"Everything would've been fine if you hadn't have messed with it."
Setting her jaw, Gwen shoved the doctor out of the way and peered at the strange new piece of technology in front of her. Ignoring his protests, she went to work on trying to find the source of the trouble. After a while, she found one small wire out of place. Once replaced, the whole thing lit up like a Christmas tree.
She stood up and faced her opponent. Mckay just stood there, mouth hanging wide open.
"I'll leave you with your toy," Gwen said. She then turned and marched out of the room. That was the last time McKay would ever have a chance to flame her.
She wasn’t sure about this flyboy with his dark hair and his expressive eyes. He was reckless, and he didn’t take orders well. Of course, she didn’t feel she was very good at giving them yet either.
Watching him as he accepted Teyla’s thanks, Elizabeth realized something about Sheppard. They were a lot alike. They were both part of the establishment, yet neither agreed with its policies. However, they both took responsibility seriously. And the Atlantis expedition was very serious.
No matter how rash Sheppard seemed to be, though, Elizabeth knew one thing. She could trust him with her life.
Carson stood nervously in front of the large steps in the main room of Atlantis. He looked out at the massive crowd that had gathered before him, silently wishing that his mother could be there. He glanced behind him to see Elizabeth smiling at him.
“It’ll be fine, Carson. Trust me,” she said.
Just then, a door directly in front of him opened up to reveal Alana. She held some paper flowers in one hand as John led her towards Carson. Once she reached him, she gladly took his hand in hers.
At that moment, the first Atlantis wedding began.
He draped his arm around her, feeling the rise and fall of her body as she breathed. Opening his eyes, he took in her dark hair as it fell across the pillow. Who would’ve thought he’d have to come all the way out to space to find someone like Isabel?
She stirred in her sleep and rolled over. She smiled when she saw him looking at her. “John, what are you doing awake?” she asked, her Southern accent thick and syrupy.
He shrugged. “No reason. It’s just really quiet around here.”
“It is. I miss hearing crickets chirp outside my window.” She propped her head on her arm. “But the sound of the waves does make up for it.”
John sat up and pulled her towards him. He placed a kiss on her forehead, then trailed down until he found her lips. She laughed and returned the kiss.
Pulling away, Isabel met his eyes. “Should we go out and see the ocean?”
“Mmph…don’t wanna,” John mumbled as he buried his face in her neck.
Closing her eyes, Isabel smiled. “Point taken.”
Elizabeth Weir leaned on the railing of the balcony, staring out at the endless ocean before her. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize that someone was standing out there with her.
“Homesick?” She turned towards the voice and found herself looking at Major John Sheppard.
She smiled. “How did you guess?”
“I’ve always been a pretty good guesser.” He moved closer to her and leaned on the balcony. “Thinking about your husband?”
“Boyfriend.” Her smile disappeared when she thought of Simon. It had torn her apart leaving him, but she knew she couldn’t pass up the chance to see Atlantis.
“No. I don’t know.” She looked down at the ocean again. “’Maybe forever’ is an awfully long time to ask someone to wait for you.”
John moved closer and covered her hand with his. “True. You never know what might happen in the span of forever.”