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contrelamontre weekly challenge, but it's not exactly slash either (though it would probably head in that direction if I continued it.) So, um.
Disappointment challenge, 30 minutes.
Michael-centric, gen. Spoilers for S3E1 "No Man's Land".
545 words.
He's back on Atlantis again, but it's a little different this time. More like the first time: awkward pauses. No one quite knowing how to handle him. Sheppard has stopped talking to him. He's not sure what that means, besides that Sheppard doesn't have much use for him anymore.
He doesn't "fit in" with the other Wraith either, like the doctor had joked weakly. Maybe, eventually, he will, if they ever are allowed to turn back. But right now, they are lost children and he is the Wraith. At times, he wonders if the Atlantians will end up feeding them to him, one by one, as they put off deciding what to do with him.
The Queen isn't dead. She is weak, but she had fed - too recently - on many lives. Human, Wraith, and in between. She would be hard to kill at the moment and the Atlantians are strangely hesitant to kill when not in the heat of battle.
He only goes to see her once in the cage they have her in. Sheppard's given her a name too.
He has a guard again. Only one this time, but they switch off. He wonders how they must feel to be assigned Wraith guard-duty. He tries not to think about how easy it would be... to pin the man down and feed. They would find out soon enough though and then they'd kill him. Or feed him to the Queen. He doesn't know any way out of this city and its gleaming, metal walls. He doesn't have this gene they speak of...
He's trying to get a transporter to open for him one morning when McKay comes by. The scientist grimaces at him but opens the transporter and even gets in with him and his guard. Before the silence has time to get awkward - or more awkward than usual - McKay is talking at him. He asks him about his quarters, whether they're comfortable, segues abruptly into talking about the Wraith ship and would he like to come down and see it?
He's baffled. Why would McKay want him to do that? McKay waves a hand and says that he must know more about it than anyone else - what with all the other Wraith being somewhat indisposed at the moment - and they could use his help. It's the longest conversation he's had since he got here, and even if he's not doing much of the talking, he feels somehow relieved.
He has trouble getting out of the transporter as well, and curses. McKay laughs and tells him he used to have the same problem, then says, "I know - Beckett can give you the gene therapy," as they step out into the hallway.
Michael stares at him. His only thought at first is, no one is messing with my genes again. None of you people.
Then he sees Sheppard coming up behind McKay. He can tell from his tense face, he heard it too. And McKay is oblivious to either of their responses, until Sheppard yanks at his arm to shut him up and says, "Michael can't get the gene therapy, Rodney."
He can see it hit him and McKay looks a little glassy-eyed. "Oh, right," he says stiffly, as the three at them stand there, stare at each other.
- - - - -
Oh hey, this is a cool thing: advert for Argentinian presidential candidate. It won an award at the Cannes Advertising Festival. Very clever.
contrelamontre weekly challenge, but it's not exactly slash either (though it would probably head in that direction if I continued it.) So, um.Disappointment challenge, 30 minutes.
Michael-centric, gen. Spoilers for S3E1 "No Man's Land".
545 words.
He's back on Atlantis again, but it's a little different this time. More like the first time: awkward pauses. No one quite knowing how to handle him. Sheppard has stopped talking to him. He's not sure what that means, besides that Sheppard doesn't have much use for him anymore.
He doesn't "fit in" with the other Wraith either, like the doctor had joked weakly. Maybe, eventually, he will, if they ever are allowed to turn back. But right now, they are lost children and he is the Wraith. At times, he wonders if the Atlantians will end up feeding them to him, one by one, as they put off deciding what to do with him.
The Queen isn't dead. She is weak, but she had fed - too recently - on many lives. Human, Wraith, and in between. She would be hard to kill at the moment and the Atlantians are strangely hesitant to kill when not in the heat of battle.
He only goes to see her once in the cage they have her in. Sheppard's given her a name too.
He has a guard again. Only one this time, but they switch off. He wonders how they must feel to be assigned Wraith guard-duty. He tries not to think about how easy it would be... to pin the man down and feed. They would find out soon enough though and then they'd kill him. Or feed him to the Queen. He doesn't know any way out of this city and its gleaming, metal walls. He doesn't have this gene they speak of...
He's trying to get a transporter to open for him one morning when McKay comes by. The scientist grimaces at him but opens the transporter and even gets in with him and his guard. Before the silence has time to get awkward - or more awkward than usual - McKay is talking at him. He asks him about his quarters, whether they're comfortable, segues abruptly into talking about the Wraith ship and would he like to come down and see it?
He's baffled. Why would McKay want him to do that? McKay waves a hand and says that he must know more about it than anyone else - what with all the other Wraith being somewhat indisposed at the moment - and they could use his help. It's the longest conversation he's had since he got here, and even if he's not doing much of the talking, he feels somehow relieved.
He has trouble getting out of the transporter as well, and curses. McKay laughs and tells him he used to have the same problem, then says, "I know - Beckett can give you the gene therapy," as they step out into the hallway.
Michael stares at him. His only thought at first is, no one is messing with my genes again. None of you people.
Then he sees Sheppard coming up behind McKay. He can tell from his tense face, he heard it too. And McKay is oblivious to either of their responses, until Sheppard yanks at his arm to shut him up and says, "Michael can't get the gene therapy, Rodney."
He can see it hit him and McKay looks a little glassy-eyed. "Oh, right," he says stiffly, as the three at them stand there, stare at each other.
- - - - -
Oh hey, this is a cool thing: advert for Argentinian presidential candidate. It won an award at the Cannes Advertising Festival. Very clever.
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