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Quickly before I hop off to bed... Managed to turn one of those… - tranquility... best achieved in chaos
Quickly before I hop off to bed...

Managed to turn one of those snippets into a flashfic. Perhaps the one week mark to the start of season two is bringing back some of the creative juices. Perhaps.

Title: Letters From Home
Rating: G
Category: Sheppard/Weir. General.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: No money. Period.



Things change when the gate stops connecting to Earth.

It's gradual, a slow acceptance of their new situation in the universe. After all, there's a lot of troubleshooting to go through before anyone is convinced.

Two ZPMs. Twenty-six tries. Three and a half months.

Even the scientists are only going through the motions, but Elizabeth doesn't know how to tell them to stop.

They are the beginning and it feels like the end.



Survivors from Earth's Alpha Site and the few SG teams that were lucky enough to be off-world cross the gate into Atlantis.

The population grows by sixty-eight.

They're a pitifully small representation of six and a half billion, and everyone feels the weight.



She is the fourth to get pregnant.

It comes as a surprise after her many heated arguments against the need for immediate propagation. There are already humans spread throughout this galaxy, she used to say.

She gives no reason for her change of heart.

Most peg John as the father, but he's mysteriously silent, and others are willing to lay claim and take his place.



It's put to a vote and made official.

She's their leader, their president, and they've granted her a limitless term.

They set up a Bravo Site, then a Charlie Site, thinning out Atlantis to save what's left of Earth before the Wraith destroys them all.

She talks to each person before they leave, calling them by name, wishing them good luck. We're only a wormhole away, she promises.

This is home, they remind themselves, trying to ignore the hollow feeling in their words.



An off-world team is lost to the Wraith and she announces it over the speaker system. It sounds detached, her voice echoing from the walls to a city never quite recovered.

She is tense, frustration and anger causing her to pace. We can't accept these risks, she says repeatedly.

But there is no shortage of volunteers, and the next morning she sends them through the gate.

If you go, she tells them, go out fighting.



Summer begins to slowly fade. When the shuttles are regularly ferrying passengers to and from the mainland, she finds her way to a deserted stretch of sand.

The sun holds sway over the sky, silky yellow stretching across the horizon. The light ripples above the ocean waves and she thinks of Earth.

He holds her as she cries.



It is a month of birth, and there is a flurry of activity as new baby inventions are suddenly realized.

She is a week early and slightly over nine hours in labor, but she holds six pounds, five ounces and falls in love with the tiny version of him.

The population grows by twenty-three.



feeling: calm calm
listening to: rowing song // patty griffin

12 whispers :: tell me a secret
anr From: anr Date: July 9th, 2005 09:20 am (UTC) (Link)
Mmmm. Sweet. I like that: doomed and yet, at the end, a little bit of hope.

(John is so the father.)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 10th, 2005 08:13 am (UTC) (Link)
Hee, wouldn't we all like to think so. ;P
elvinborn From: elvinborn Date: July 9th, 2005 04:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
very nice. the drabble set form works really well for this. keeps things from getting bogged down in drama. and I like the bit of hope at the end. elegant
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 10th, 2005 08:15 am (UTC) (Link)
It's such an addicting style! I just get so bored explaining how we get from point A to point B...

Glad you liked!
From: nyuszi Date: July 9th, 2005 06:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
that was so beautiful, i think you have a way with words that's just wow... thank you for sharing!

i want to go write now...
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 10th, 2005 08:16 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you. :)

And ahhh! Write! Do! *pokes you*
From: tangerrine Date: July 9th, 2005 07:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was great. A little sad, a little hopeful... and John is totally the father. Yes.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 10th, 2005 08:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Hehe, Sheppard/Weir always sneaks in there no matter how much I keep shoving it out of the way. ;)
pellucid From: pellucid Date: July 10th, 2005 02:50 am (UTC) (Link)
Apocafic!!! Just lovely!!! I really love your penchant for drabble-based fic.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 10th, 2005 08:20 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh whoa, it is apocafic... never thought I'd write one of those (I adore them, but they scare the hell out of me *bg* ).

And LOL, you mean "penchant" as in "your inability to write in any other style" right? ;)
mspooh From: mspooh Date: July 10th, 2005 11:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
*loves* *squees*

It kind of hurts, and yet, there's so much hope in there. Babies! And I'd say his silence on the issue is the damning evidence that John is totally the father.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 11th, 2005 06:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
Dude, I keep watching USA's The 4400 where one of the characters adopted a little girl and they're all, "my daughter" and "hey, mom" and I'm like, Elizabeth!Procreation! *poke*

*pokey pokey poke*
12 whispers :: tell me a secret