Hello *waves*
So glad Elfie is doing well. Thanks for telling us.
I love it! Keep going!
*shrugs* Don't know what this is for, but
"What it means to be."
Originally posted by scifan
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Oh cool! Thanks Snow.
Oh, And I heard from Elf.
The operation went well. She's home and has been sleeping most of the day.
Oh, And I heard from Elf.
The operation went well. She's home and has been sleeping most of the day.
Originally posted by YappiChick
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So, I'm using cc_mac's great fic idea of (Spoilers for Inquisition)
It's totally 100% a WIP. I'll try to update regularly. Remember, *try* So, here we go...
Spoiler:
writing an AU fic when Woolsey never came and the team were found guilty.
It's totally 100% a WIP. I'll try to update regularly. Remember, *try* So, here we go...
Spoiler:
He failed them.
As John walked into the cell with his friends, his family, guilt weighed him down. Not the guilt the elders of the coalition spoke against him and the Atlantis expedition, but the guilt of knowing that his people trusted him and he couldn’t protect them from a cruel punishment.
The door to the cell opened, the guard roughly pushing him inside. Three pairs of hopeful eyes looked at him.
Unable to speak, he shook his head slowly.
Teyla gasped, Ronon grunted and Rodney started babbling. “How could you not convince them, Sheppard? Did you forget what was at stake? Like our freedom?”
“Rodney,” Teyla interrupted, her voice more terse than normal. “I have no doubt John did all he could to defend the actions of Atlantis.” She took a deep breath. “I must speak to them. Perhaps with my connection to the Athosians, they will change their mind.”
John looked up in disbelief. “Don’t waste your time. They already had a verdict before they captured us.”
“Still,” she said, forcing her voice to stay strong, “I cannot allow for them to take me away from my son without a fight.”
John closed his eyes slowly, unwilling to see the pain on Teyla’s face. Damn, he thought, I should have fought harder, if only for her sake.
She walked to the cell door, her powerful steps portraying none of the fear she felt inside. “Allow me to speak to the council,” she said firmly to the closest guard.
Several seconds passed silently. The tension filled the cell, making it uncomfortable to watch the stand-off at the door: condemned versus freed. Finally, the man relented. “Very well,” he said stiffly. “But I would not expect for them to be pleased to see you.”
Quickly, he unlocked the door. Teyla turned back to the men. “I will return shortly. Hopefully, with more promising news.”
With a loud snap, the door shut. Rodney began pacing. “So, now what do we do?”
“We wait,” John answered simply.
As John walked into the cell with his friends, his family, guilt weighed him down. Not the guilt the elders of the coalition spoke against him and the Atlantis expedition, but the guilt of knowing that his people trusted him and he couldn’t protect them from a cruel punishment.
The door to the cell opened, the guard roughly pushing him inside. Three pairs of hopeful eyes looked at him.
Unable to speak, he shook his head slowly.
Teyla gasped, Ronon grunted and Rodney started babbling. “How could you not convince them, Sheppard? Did you forget what was at stake? Like our freedom?”
“Rodney,” Teyla interrupted, her voice more terse than normal. “I have no doubt John did all he could to defend the actions of Atlantis.” She took a deep breath. “I must speak to them. Perhaps with my connection to the Athosians, they will change their mind.”
John looked up in disbelief. “Don’t waste your time. They already had a verdict before they captured us.”
“Still,” she said, forcing her voice to stay strong, “I cannot allow for them to take me away from my son without a fight.”
John closed his eyes slowly, unwilling to see the pain on Teyla’s face. Damn, he thought, I should have fought harder, if only for her sake.
She walked to the cell door, her powerful steps portraying none of the fear she felt inside. “Allow me to speak to the council,” she said firmly to the closest guard.
Several seconds passed silently. The tension filled the cell, making it uncomfortable to watch the stand-off at the door: condemned versus freed. Finally, the man relented. “Very well,” he said stiffly. “But I would not expect for them to be pleased to see you.”
Quickly, he unlocked the door. Teyla turned back to the men. “I will return shortly. Hopefully, with more promising news.”
With a loud snap, the door shut. Rodney began pacing. “So, now what do we do?”
“We wait,” John answered simply.
Originally posted by gater101
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Choose a title between
"What it means to be."
"For you I'll be."
"What it means to be."
"For you I'll be."
"What it means to be."
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