Fic: Falling with Style (SGA, gen, FRT)
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kathierif_ficTitle: Falling (With Style)
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: none
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: "Great," Rodney griped. "How are we supposed to get down there without breaking all our necks?"
A/Ns: Written as part of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ginny305 and mine "2 authors 1 prompt" challenge, the prompt was "Falling with style". You should go to ginnys_fic and read her fic, too! 441 words.
"Great," Rodney griped and glumly stared down. "How are we supposed to get down there without breaking all our necks?"
John stepped closer to the edge. Pebbles skittered over it and fell as he peered down what looked like almost a several dozen feet tall wall with the Stargate at the bottom where half an hour ago, a nice valley had been.
"Get back here!" Rodney shrieked. "What if you fall, you moron, you'd be dead!"
Ronon chuckled and reached out, to grab the back of John's tac vest. "Don't worry," he said.
Rodney turned around and pretended to hyperventilate for a few moments before asking loudly, "So, how do we get down there? And did I mention my fear of heights?"
"Yes, Rodney, you did," Teyla answered patiently. "A jumper would be good now, I believe."
"Well, the jumper is still right next to the gate," John observed, shading his eyes with one hand. "We can't climb down - it's too steep. Almost like a wall."
"How do we get down?" Teyla asked.
John smirked as Ronon hauled him away from the edge. "Well, between Rodney's doctorates and my degree, I'm sure we can figure something out," he drawled.
"Figure something out?" Rodney looked like he wanted to complain some more or possibly throw up, but John could see his mind spinning already, trying to find a way to bring them back to the Stargate and home.
He grinned as the first beginnings of a plan started to form in his mind. With Ronon's strength, Teyla's skill, Rodney's science and his talents, he was sure they would find a way.
~*+*~
"How did you manage to get back to the gate?" Richard Woolsey asked, his hands carefully folded in front of him, on the table.
John glanced at his well-manicured fingers, then at his own dirty, ripped nails before shrugging and leaning back in his chair. His entire body ached in the numb way that told him he had worked very hard for a long time.
"We built a gliding aircraft," he explained.
"We used the air currents along the wall for propulsion," Rodney cut in. He had a bandage over his left eye.
"And then," John continued his report, we simply..." He hesitated for a moment and shrugged again. His lips twitched slightly as he glanced at Rodney, knowing what the other man would say as soon as he, himself, opened his mouth - this was a discussion they'd had since the first sketches of their gliders had been scratched into the ground at the top of what they had started to call "the wall".
"...flew down."
"...fell with style."
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: none
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: "Great," Rodney griped. "How are we supposed to get down there without breaking all our necks?"
A/Ns: Written as part of
ginny305 and mine "2 authors 1 prompt" challenge, the prompt was "Falling with style". You should go to ginnys_fic and read her fic, too! 441 words."Great," Rodney griped and glumly stared down. "How are we supposed to get down there without breaking all our necks?"
John stepped closer to the edge. Pebbles skittered over it and fell as he peered down what looked like almost a several dozen feet tall wall with the Stargate at the bottom where half an hour ago, a nice valley had been.
"Get back here!" Rodney shrieked. "What if you fall, you moron, you'd be dead!"
Ronon chuckled and reached out, to grab the back of John's tac vest. "Don't worry," he said.
Rodney turned around and pretended to hyperventilate for a few moments before asking loudly, "So, how do we get down there? And did I mention my fear of heights?"
"Yes, Rodney, you did," Teyla answered patiently. "A jumper would be good now, I believe."
"Well, the jumper is still right next to the gate," John observed, shading his eyes with one hand. "We can't climb down - it's too steep. Almost like a wall."
"How do we get down?" Teyla asked.
John smirked as Ronon hauled him away from the edge. "Well, between Rodney's doctorates and my degree, I'm sure we can figure something out," he drawled.
"Figure something out?" Rodney looked like he wanted to complain some more or possibly throw up, but John could see his mind spinning already, trying to find a way to bring them back to the Stargate and home.
He grinned as the first beginnings of a plan started to form in his mind. With Ronon's strength, Teyla's skill, Rodney's science and his talents, he was sure they would find a way.
~*+*~
"How did you manage to get back to the gate?" Richard Woolsey asked, his hands carefully folded in front of him, on the table.
John glanced at his well-manicured fingers, then at his own dirty, ripped nails before shrugging and leaning back in his chair. His entire body ached in the numb way that told him he had worked very hard for a long time.
"We built a gliding aircraft," he explained.
"We used the air currents along the wall for propulsion," Rodney cut in. He had a bandage over his left eye.
"And then," John continued his report, we simply..." He hesitated for a moment and shrugged again. His lips twitched slightly as he glanced at Rodney, knowing what the other man would say as soon as he, himself, opened his mouth - this was a discussion they'd had since the first sketches of their gliders had been scratched into the ground at the top of what they had started to call "the wall".
"...flew down."
"...fell with style."