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friendshipper's Drabble Tree.
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"Hailing frequencies open," Teyla says.
"This is Captain John Sheppard of the Starship Atlantis." Captain Sheppard sprawls in the command chair, somehow making his posture look both non-threatening and slightly obscene. Teyla fears she will never even begin to understand human body language, particularly if she chooses Captain Sheppard as a subject of scrutiny. "We are peaceful explorers who'd like the chance to share knowledge with your people."
On the screen, a tall man with tattoos on his throat inclines his head. "I am Kel, Emperor of Sateda. Welcome to our world."
Teyla does not allow her concentration to drift as the captain makes arrangements with the Emperor to visit the planet even though by now she can recite nearly verbatim a dozen permutations of this conversation. She is selected for the away team--probability 87.4%--and relinquishes her station to Lt. Uhura. Nyota allows their hands to touch briefly at the controls, an impish grin barely contained, and Teyla feels a flicker of emotion that she ruthlessly represses. Nyota looks up at her like she knows anyway, her eyes soft and full of what Teyla has learned to call friendship, camaraderie, even love.
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The first time Woolsey sees the Stargate, he feels an irrational urge to jump up and down and squeal like a thirteen year old. He represses himself, naturally. But that night when he's lying awake in bed and the moon has washed the edges of his furniture with silver, he remembers watching Neil Armstrong take his first step on the lunar surface on the Parkinson's television. He remembers the way his chest hurt from holding his breath. He remembers nicking his father's telescope and staring at the moon that night for hours, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that didn't belong. He remembers carefully folding the legs of his glasses under the lenses and clutching them in his hand before putting them in their case. Such an inconsequential thing, his vision--it had never stood in Woolsey's way before, never kept him from anything he'd ever wanted. Until then.
Woolsey finally falls asleep. He dreams of stars and tight spaces and cold blackness, and the next morning, before he steps into a ring of light that will transport him across the galaxy, he straightens his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He's ready.
friendshipper's Drabble Tree.Source
"Hailing frequencies open," Teyla says.
"This is Captain John Sheppard of the Starship Atlantis." Captain Sheppard sprawls in the command chair, somehow making his posture look both non-threatening and slightly obscene. Teyla fears she will never even begin to understand human body language, particularly if she chooses Captain Sheppard as a subject of scrutiny. "We are peaceful explorers who'd like the chance to share knowledge with your people."
On the screen, a tall man with tattoos on his throat inclines his head. "I am Kel, Emperor of Sateda. Welcome to our world."
Teyla does not allow her concentration to drift as the captain makes arrangements with the Emperor to visit the planet even though by now she can recite nearly verbatim a dozen permutations of this conversation. She is selected for the away team--probability 87.4%--and relinquishes her station to Lt. Uhura. Nyota allows their hands to touch briefly at the controls, an impish grin barely contained, and Teyla feels a flicker of emotion that she ruthlessly represses. Nyota looks up at her like she knows anyway, her eyes soft and full of what Teyla has learned to call friendship, camaraderie, even love.
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The first time Woolsey sees the Stargate, he feels an irrational urge to jump up and down and squeal like a thirteen year old. He represses himself, naturally. But that night when he's lying awake in bed and the moon has washed the edges of his furniture with silver, he remembers watching Neil Armstrong take his first step on the lunar surface on the Parkinson's television. He remembers the way his chest hurt from holding his breath. He remembers nicking his father's telescope and staring at the moon that night for hours, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that didn't belong. He remembers carefully folding the legs of his glasses under the lenses and clutching them in his hand before putting them in their case. Such an inconsequential thing, his vision--it had never stood in Woolsey's way before, never kept him from anything he'd ever wanted. Until then.
Woolsey finally falls asleep. He dreams of stars and tight spaces and cold blackness, and the next morning, before he steps into a ring of light that will transport him across the galaxy, he straightens his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He's ready.
