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sga_flashficTitle: The Sky, The Dawn, the Sun
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scarlet_gryphon
Rating: T/PG-13
Length: ~1,051
Genre: Gen, humor
Spoilers: Mentions of Chaya, so Sanctuary, I guess?
Notes: This was my half of a 'fic exchange withjennytork, and continues on from Kings and Shadows and the first entry in my Four Times Atlantis Proves Its Sentience (And One Time It Doesn't) 'fic, all of which belong in my "Stars Above (Sentient!Atlantis)" 'Verse. Please, enjoy.
The astounded stares of the Expedition members in the ‘Gate Room lasted long enough for Rodney to comment on them when he joined John and Elizabeth in the Command Centre.
‘What’s got everyone looking like they just saw Kavanagh dancing the tango with a Wraith?’ he asked, poking John in the arm.
‘Well, seeing as how there’s a woman down in front of the ‘Gate who doesn’t follow the laws of physics- Doctor Bluestone just went right through her- I think we have probable cause, McKay.’ John drawled, and then called down to the current leader of the security team, Corporal Aspen. ‘Aspen, take her to the containment cell, would you? Doctor Weir, Colonel Caldwell and I will join you shortly.’
Aspen nodded sharply, and then led his security team and their prisoner- who looked remarkably tolerant of her treatment- out of sight.
‘What happened?’ Rodney inquired as he, Elizabeth, and John made their way to the nearest transporter, Elizabeth calling Colonel Caldwell on the com and asking him to join them at the detention cell.
‘I was in my office when I heard Doctor Bluestone start yelling. I just caught the tail-end of everything; you got there just after I did.’ Elizabeth replied. ‘I have a feeling we’ll find out more once we get to the containment cell.’
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The Watcher allowed the Atlantis security team to escort her to the containment cell, not saying a word, even though a few of the Marines had tried to talk to her. She settled herself on the bare bench in the centre of the cell, letting her clothes change from the Science Team uniform she had initially chosen to appear in to a plain dress made of a cotton-like material, dyed a sort of dusty sage green colour for the skirt and a dark brown top with silver jewellery that completed the ensemble. She went barefoot, and sat cross-legged on the bench, dark brown leggings peeking out from underneath the skirt. It wasn’t long before four people, all but one very familiar to her, entered the room and arranged themselves in front of her cell.
The Watcher smiled. ‘Hello,’ she said, smiling slightly. ‘It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all in person.’
‘And you would be?’ Colonel Caldwell asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
‘If you want to know a name, I am sorry, but I do not have one. I haven’t had one for many a millennia.’ The Watcher replied calmly. Caldwell frowned, forehead wrinkling slightly.
‘You look like my cousin Miranda.’ John said suddenly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. ‘What? We can call her that for right now.’
‘Thank you.’ The newly-christened Miranda said, her smile widening slightly. ‘I would be honoured to bear that name.’
‘Look, it doesn’t matter what her name is.’ Rodney interjected, sounding rather annoyed. ‘What I’d like to know is what the hell happened down in the ‘Gate room.’
‘You mean the Arrivals Hall?’ Miranda waved a negligent hand. ‘I- well, I suppose you could say “manifested”, but really, that-’ She stopped when she saw the combined expressions of the Lanteans, and then shook her head. ‘Anyways, I made myself known, though if I were paying more attention, that poor botanist wouldn’t have had such a shock.’
‘So, what are you?’ Elizabeth asked, finally speaking up after observing for a while.
‘It’s hard to explain; I’m not entirely sure myself. What I do know is that I have been here for…’ Miranda trailed off, lips moving silently as she canted her head back slightly. ‘Around eight thousand of your years, give or take a few centuries.’
‘Oh, yes, because a few centuries such are a negligible span of time!’ Rodney spluttered, hands flailing slightly. ‘What are you, an Ancient or something? Oh, God. Not another one!’
‘Another- Oh, yes. Chaya.’ Miranda wrinkled her nose in slight annoyance, and sighed. ‘As for your question, Doctor McKay, I don’t know. My early memories are rather fuzzy; I’m afraid I can’t answer you with complete confidence. All I know is that I am the Guardian of this City, and all those who live within it. I’ve only appeared in this corporeal form at this time because I haven’t had the correct form of power to maintain it. When you inserted the power cell-’
‘The ZPM?’ Caldwell said, and Miranda nodded.
‘As you know it, yes. When the power cell- sorry, ZPM- was inserted into the Main Power Station, I knew that I would be able to maintain this form. I chose to appear in the uniform of your Science Team for two reasons: One, I identify with that group the most out of your people, and two, if I showed up in this-’ Miranda gestured to her dress. ‘You might not have been as civil as you have been.’
‘Hmm. Well, you’ll have to stay in there until we can figure out what we’ll do with you.’ Caldwell told her, and then turned to the others. ‘It’d probably be better if we take this elsewhere.’
‘Very well.’ Elizabeth said, nodding. ‘The Major, Doctor McKay, and myself will join you in the larger conference room.’
Caldwell returned her nod, and then turned to leave the room.
‘May I say something?’ Miranda asked, getting to her feet.
‘Sure,’ John agreed amicably.
‘You do realise that I can get out of this cell any time I want, right?’
John shrugged, sticking his hands into the pockets of his BDU pants. ‘Sure, but McKay could probably find you again pretty soon.’
‘I’m flattered that you have such a high opinion of my skills, Major, but if none of the sensors registered her before now, why do you think they would if, as she claims, she’s essentially the physically interactive manifestation of Atlantis?’ McKay snapped, rolling his eyes. ‘We might as well try to keep water in a sieve.’
Miranda chuckled, looking highly amused at the interaction between the two men. The sound caught Elizabeth’s attention, and she smiled, shaking her head before shooing her top scientist and military personnel out of the room. Miranda sat back down on the bench, a fond smile on her face. This was so going to be the adventure of a lifetime- and much longer, if she had anything to say about it.
Note: This is what Miranda (and her dress) looks like, complete w/ jewelery.
Author:
scarlet_gryphonRating: T/PG-13
Length: ~1,051
Genre: Gen, humor
Spoilers: Mentions of Chaya, so Sanctuary, I guess?
Notes: This was my half of a 'fic exchange with
jennytork, and continues on from Kings and Shadows and the first entry in my Four Times Atlantis Proves Its Sentience (And One Time It Doesn't) 'fic, all of which belong in my "Stars Above (Sentient!Atlantis)" 'Verse. Please, enjoy.The Sky, The Dawn, The Sun
The astounded stares of the Expedition members in the ‘Gate Room lasted long enough for Rodney to comment on them when he joined John and Elizabeth in the Command Centre.
‘What’s got everyone looking like they just saw Kavanagh dancing the tango with a Wraith?’ he asked, poking John in the arm.
‘Well, seeing as how there’s a woman down in front of the ‘Gate who doesn’t follow the laws of physics- Doctor Bluestone just went right through her- I think we have probable cause, McKay.’ John drawled, and then called down to the current leader of the security team, Corporal Aspen. ‘Aspen, take her to the containment cell, would you? Doctor Weir, Colonel Caldwell and I will join you shortly.’
Aspen nodded sharply, and then led his security team and their prisoner- who looked remarkably tolerant of her treatment- out of sight.
‘What happened?’ Rodney inquired as he, Elizabeth, and John made their way to the nearest transporter, Elizabeth calling Colonel Caldwell on the com and asking him to join them at the detention cell.
‘I was in my office when I heard Doctor Bluestone start yelling. I just caught the tail-end of everything; you got there just after I did.’ Elizabeth replied. ‘I have a feeling we’ll find out more once we get to the containment cell.’
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The Watcher allowed the Atlantis security team to escort her to the containment cell, not saying a word, even though a few of the Marines had tried to talk to her. She settled herself on the bare bench in the centre of the cell, letting her clothes change from the Science Team uniform she had initially chosen to appear in to a plain dress made of a cotton-like material, dyed a sort of dusty sage green colour for the skirt and a dark brown top with silver jewellery that completed the ensemble. She went barefoot, and sat cross-legged on the bench, dark brown leggings peeking out from underneath the skirt. It wasn’t long before four people, all but one very familiar to her, entered the room and arranged themselves in front of her cell.
The Watcher smiled. ‘Hello,’ she said, smiling slightly. ‘It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all in person.’
‘And you would be?’ Colonel Caldwell asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
‘If you want to know a name, I am sorry, but I do not have one. I haven’t had one for many a millennia.’ The Watcher replied calmly. Caldwell frowned, forehead wrinkling slightly.
‘You look like my cousin Miranda.’ John said suddenly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. ‘What? We can call her that for right now.’
‘Thank you.’ The newly-christened Miranda said, her smile widening slightly. ‘I would be honoured to bear that name.’
‘Look, it doesn’t matter what her name is.’ Rodney interjected, sounding rather annoyed. ‘What I’d like to know is what the hell happened down in the ‘Gate room.’
‘You mean the Arrivals Hall?’ Miranda waved a negligent hand. ‘I- well, I suppose you could say “manifested”, but really, that-’ She stopped when she saw the combined expressions of the Lanteans, and then shook her head. ‘Anyways, I made myself known, though if I were paying more attention, that poor botanist wouldn’t have had such a shock.’
‘So, what are you?’ Elizabeth asked, finally speaking up after observing for a while.
‘It’s hard to explain; I’m not entirely sure myself. What I do know is that I have been here for…’ Miranda trailed off, lips moving silently as she canted her head back slightly. ‘Around eight thousand of your years, give or take a few centuries.’
‘Oh, yes, because a few centuries such are a negligible span of time!’ Rodney spluttered, hands flailing slightly. ‘What are you, an Ancient or something? Oh, God. Not another one!’
‘Another- Oh, yes. Chaya.’ Miranda wrinkled her nose in slight annoyance, and sighed. ‘As for your question, Doctor McKay, I don’t know. My early memories are rather fuzzy; I’m afraid I can’t answer you with complete confidence. All I know is that I am the Guardian of this City, and all those who live within it. I’ve only appeared in this corporeal form at this time because I haven’t had the correct form of power to maintain it. When you inserted the power cell-’
‘The ZPM?’ Caldwell said, and Miranda nodded.
‘As you know it, yes. When the power cell- sorry, ZPM- was inserted into the Main Power Station, I knew that I would be able to maintain this form. I chose to appear in the uniform of your Science Team for two reasons: One, I identify with that group the most out of your people, and two, if I showed up in this-’ Miranda gestured to her dress. ‘You might not have been as civil as you have been.’
‘Hmm. Well, you’ll have to stay in there until we can figure out what we’ll do with you.’ Caldwell told her, and then turned to the others. ‘It’d probably be better if we take this elsewhere.’
‘Very well.’ Elizabeth said, nodding. ‘The Major, Doctor McKay, and myself will join you in the larger conference room.’
Caldwell returned her nod, and then turned to leave the room.
‘May I say something?’ Miranda asked, getting to her feet.
‘Sure,’ John agreed amicably.
‘You do realise that I can get out of this cell any time I want, right?’
John shrugged, sticking his hands into the pockets of his BDU pants. ‘Sure, but McKay could probably find you again pretty soon.’
‘I’m flattered that you have such a high opinion of my skills, Major, but if none of the sensors registered her before now, why do you think they would if, as she claims, she’s essentially the physically interactive manifestation of Atlantis?’ McKay snapped, rolling his eyes. ‘We might as well try to keep water in a sieve.’
Miranda chuckled, looking highly amused at the interaction between the two men. The sound caught Elizabeth’s attention, and she smiled, shaking her head before shooing her top scientist and military personnel out of the room. Miranda sat back down on the bench, a fond smile on her face. This was so going to be the adventure of a lifetime- and much longer, if she had anything to say about it.
Note: This is what Miranda (and her dress) looks like, complete w/ jewelery.
