M3X-759The cafeteria. The best place to be when I’m off-duty. After the science labs and my quarters. But when I was hanging around with the team, the cafeteria was best. That’s where I was before the mission. John, Rodney, Teyla, Ronon and I sat around our usual table. John and Ronon had their feet up, Rodney was eating, and Teyla and I were drinking water after sparring. We were teasing Rodney about Katie when he decided to flip the conversation to me.M3X-759 by Danyelle10107
“So, Danyelle, anyone you’re crushing on?” He asked, a smug look on his face. I felt my cheeks flush slightly when everyone shifted to look at me. I met Teyla’s eyes and she smiled. She knew, because I told her. She raised an eyebrow and I sighed. Rodney butt in.
“Is it a certain colonel?” He asked. I blushed deeper and he smiled.
“It is, isn’t it?” He asked. I rolled my eyes, looking at John, who spoke up.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know, Rodney. We’ve
Isn't Supposed to Be, Chap. 4: Homesick, part 2Chapter 4, part 2Isn't Supposed to Be, Chap. 4: Homesick, part 2 by Lantis-Erin
Emily was tired of being passed around like a plague-ridden marker in a relay race. Ever since they’d gotten here, she and Connor had been transferred from the watchful eye of one set of guards to the other, back and forth, here and there, only ever alone when locked inside their quarters. As they entered the apartment, Emily went straight to her room and flopped on the bed. Even their dad had shoved them off on somebody else as soon as he could. She rolled over onto her side, staring at the blank wall. What right did he have to get so angry, especially considering he’d outright asked to take charge of them? He could have carried on avoiding them, just like Connor said. Why bother talking to them if he didn’t want to hear about who they were?
The wall offered no answers, just a plain expanse of cool blue paint. The generic looking potted plant was equally unhelpful. Emily had never known she could hate a plant, but she was starting to despise
Isn't Supposed to Be, Chap. 4: Homesick, part 1Chapter 4: HomesickIsn't Supposed to Be, Chap. 4: Homesick, part 1 by Lantis-Erin
“Please, try not to panic,” said Woolsey, stepping towards them with palms raised.
Panic? Emily glued a hand over her mouth, unsure what would come out of it – a scream or an ugly choking sound. No, this wasn’t panic. This was worse. This was a room-spinning, chest-tightening, soul-crushing freak out of the highest level. They couldn’t be stuck here! It would be like looking into a cracked mirror for the rest of her life. Beside her, Connor was staring at the floor with wide eyes, his mouth a thin line.
“Dr. McKay and our other scientists are going to do everything they can to try and repair the laboratory,” Woolsey continued, trying his best to sound comforting. “It may simply take some time.”
Connor scrubbed at his face and laced his fingers through his hair. “How much time?”
“We don’t know yet. The investigation is still very much in the early stages.”
Legacies - Chapter 1Legacies - Chapter 1 by AthdaraSeleyaRiddle
The first time I woke up was to the unsettling sound of metal screeching against metal while I was trying to get a hold on something, anything. A heavy smell of burnt plastic was hanging in the air that was only partly able to wash over the smells of blood and panic. I realized too late what we’ve actually been facing. I had passed out for a few seconds or so, enough time to let go of whatever I was holding on to.
The second impact, the one that I had to face now, was hard. The forces of physics threw me all the way from one wall to the opposite wall without giving me a bit of a chance to grab whatever passed my way. When I smashed against the wall, I passed out again.
The second time I woke up in this incredible mess, I found myself being trapped under a heap of rubble. I tried to check myself and was partly relieved that I still felt every part of my body. Everything hurt and felt as if my whole body was one huge bruise, bu
Isn't Supposed to Be, Chap. 3: AftershockChapter 3: AftershockIsn't Supposed to Be, Chap. 3: Aftershock by Lantis-Erin
Emily rested the side of her head against one of the cell's support columns, drawing her knees closer to her chest. She closed her eyes as the coolness of the metal alloy sank into her skin, the vibration of the active force-shield that surrounded the cell a slight buzz in the background. With one hand she clutched at the necklace she wore and tried to keep her mind carefully blank –let the sound wash over her –but she failed. The memory of what she had discovered in the past hours forced itself unbidden into her thoughts and she clenched both her fists against the sick cold feeling that came swooping with it. The image of that picture surrounded by flowers floated through her mind and would not go away.
Part of her wanted to cry some more, to lose herself in the physicality of tears, but none would come. There was only that swooping emptiness, battling with the sheer overwhelmingness of it it all – this place, these people, everything tha
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