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My efforts in the Prompt Battle from Sunday to Wednesday.
Sitting Duck - Teyla & Cameron
"I think I should lead," Cameron murmured in Teyla's ear as they paused at the top of the hill. The Stargate sat in the valley below them and the scrubby hills might hide a thousand tribes - or none.
Teyla regarded him with a penetrating gaze that reminded Cameron of his fifth grade teacher, studying him as he tried to protest his innocence in the matter of Tilly Hendrick's pigtails.
This time, there were no pigtails involved, no crying girls, no lost ribbons; just a long hike down the uncomfortably exposed path to the bottom of the valley, some people who had no particular reason to think nicely of the Atlantis folks who'd come a-visiting, and a woman who Cameron had heard enough about from various people around the city and out of it, but whom he hadn't yet seen in action.
In the nearby scrub, something rustled. Cameron turned, his weapon whipped out and ready, but it was only a raccoon-like creature that stared at him with large, round eyes and scratched through the leafy mulch, looking for creepy crawlies to eat.
Teyla didn't even turn her head.
"You wish to be the mekhta arkha?" She said at length.
"Uh, if that means I'm the person in front, then...yeah. Just call me the mekhta arkha."
A few more seconds trickled away before she nodded and pulled out a handgun from the back of her waistband. Until that moment, Cameron hadn't had any idea that she was packing.
"You have a radio?"
"Radio, weapon, soles on my boots, and all my wits about me." Teyla's momentary arch of the brow called that into question and he grinned. "Just get me safely to the bottom, and when we get back to the city, I'll buy the beer. You do like beer don't you?"
Her mouth twitched. "Perhaps you would be willing to be introduced to the Athosian scuble, Colonel?"
"As long as I can wrangle a night off-duty, you're on, Teyla." He took a deep breath. "Okay, time to play."
He glanced up once as he started down the slope, and she'd set her shoulder to the granite-like boulder at the top of the trail and was scanning the hillside with what he sure hoped was an eagle eye.
Reaching the bottom was easy enough, it was calling Atlantis and getting a radio signal through that the natives showed themselves. Luckily, Teyla turned out to have an eagle eye, and a good aim. By the time Dr. Weir assured them that a 'jumper would be through in a matter of minutes, Cameron figured he owed Sheppard - or whoever had taught her to shoot - a drink: scuble, whiskey, or a beer.
"We did okay," he said cheerfully to her as they disembarked from the 'jumper in the Atlantis 'jumper bay.
"You made a good mekhta arkha," she agreed.
Sheppard paused with one foot still on the ramp. "You let him be a mekhta arkha?"
Cameron couldn't help frowning as Teyla arched a brow. "He offered it, John. And considering we were successful in the diversion, you are complaining?"
The other man shrugged. "Just wondering."
Cameron never got around to asking exactly what Sheppard was wondering. But that night, sitting up in the mess hall quarters with Teyla and her team-mates, he learned that scuble was a little like apple cider - only stronger. He also learned that Teyla could drink him - and her team-mates - under the table.
It was much, much later that Cameron discovered that a mekhta arkha was also the Athosian equivalent of a 'sitting duck'.
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Thrill - John/Teyla
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fanfic100 prompt #26 - team-mates
Sometimes, Teyla feels a thrill down her spine when John touches her.
It is not personal - a brush of his shoulder against hers as he seats himself in the crowded mess, the firm block of his hand against hers as they spar without bantos rods, the bare foot that nudges her playfully as they swim in the fresh morning air.
It does not always happen. Yesterday, on a planet where the atmosphere was thin, and the gravity of the planet was less than is customary where most Pegasus cultures settle, John had trouble adjusting. He spent much of the brief walk from the 'jumper to the site bumping into Teyla, or reaching out to her to regain his balance.
She felt nothing then, too busy laughing at Ronon's care as he made his way across the planet's surface, while Rodney bounced around with unexpected playfulness - perhaps assisted by his discovery that the Ancestors had once settled on this planet, and built a 'city' here that was much like Atlantis, only smaller.
Still, there are moments when John makes her soul quiver with nothing more than the brush of his sleeve.
Teyla does not burden him with the knowledge. Her desire remains secret. What he has said or done before has been under duress, she would not presume upon that. And they are friends. Team-mates. Allies.
It is safer.
And she ignores the prompting that speaks to her in Charin's indulgent tones, reminding her that life is short and pleasure can be taken without interrupting duty.
Tonight, his legs brush hers as he sits down to dinner, and his fingers brush hers as he passes her the salt.
Teyla wonders how he would taste if she pushed their dinners aside, leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. She wonders if he would respond or freeze. She wonders if Rodney would be surprised enough to fall silent from the endless chatter that marks his conversation tonight.
She does not act, but simply accepts both salt and conversation with quiet and grace.
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Not Usually And Always - Teyla & Vala
It starts when Vala pulls a gun on Teyla.
Actually, it starts when Vala decides she wants to try her mettle against Ronon.
Daniel doesn't trust the way Vala's been eyeing the Satedan off, but he's deep in the middle of some translations. "I imagine since the marines have regular sparring sessions with him, you could just join in on one of them."
She pats him on the head, like a dog that's just performed a trick. "What an excellent idea."
It was an off-hand suggestion, nothing more. Daniel takes no responsibility for what follows.
--
Cameron walks in on the sparring session between Vala and Teyla and discovers the marines taking bets. Their explanation is garbled and disjointed - they're all too busy watching the two women fight.
It's hard to tell who's winning - Vala's got sleek, slick moves like a snake striking, but Teyla's instincts and reflexes seem up to the task of holding her off. Cameron winces as the Athosian's fist lands in Vala's belly - they're not pulling punches - and makes a note to stay on Ms. Emmagen's good side.
The end is unexpected. Teyla seems to tire of the sparring, and blocks Vala's punch with her forearm and does...some kind of twist that sees her arm slide along Vala's until she has a grip on the other woman's wrist. A whirl behind Vala's back and Ms. Mal Doran is kissing the floor. Teyla's even kneeling down on the other woman's legs, disabling her ability to kick out.
"You may do better against Ronon," Teyla advises as she lets Vala up.
Vala stands, grinning. "Oh, I think I've done pretty well here."
Cameron sees the stun-gun in Vala's hand a second before Teyla collapses on the floor.
--
Vala is unrepentant. "All I'm saying is that if she's been out and about in the galaxy, then she has to know that there are people who are going to shoot her in the back."
"I'm pretty sure Teyla knows about people shooting her in the back," John says.
"Well, now she really knows about it." Vala gives him a smile that's probably calculated to be ingenuous and charming.
John is neither taken in, or charmed by the woman's attitude. Sure, a distance weapon like a gun or a stunner beats hand-to-hand anyday - but that wasn't the point of the sparring.
There's a level of fairness involved here, and Vala didn't observe it.
Still, John thanks God, or whoever's standing in for Him in Pegasus, that the Odyssey will only be in town for another couple days.
Teyla seems graceful enough about her 'defeat', although, privately, John thinks she's mildly steamed. Over the next two days, he notices that she usually manages to steer the conversation in other directions whenever it comes up. He makes sure that all the bets exchanged over the two women's sparring contest are returned.
Of course, on the morning of the day of departure, Vala turns up with hives.
Big, red, itchy hives.
--
Sudden outbreaks of hives are a common enough event for personnel new to Atlantis, that Carson's not worried about Vala's health.
However, it usually takes at least a week for TAA - The Atlantis Allergy - to turn up.
Still, Carson gives Vala a handful of the berries that will make the swelling go down if she eats one a day for five days. Then he goes to see Teyla in her rooms.
"What did you do, Teyla?"
It's not an accusation, but Carson knows she did - or didn't do - something. Teyla's quiet and unassuming and, most people would assume, too polite to play such a prank. But Carson wants to know what she did. Rodney isn't the only curious one in the city.
Teyla doesn't glance up from the books she's reading. "She adopted the cream that Dr. Brown has been developing from the Nimendi marsh-root."
Ah. Things make sense now.
"And no-one told her about the marsh-root's allergic properties with the mahashi stew that was served for lunch?"
Carson sits back and watches a delicate smile glitter across Teyla's lips.
--
Vala huffs over to the transport zone and crosses her arms in sulky impatience. The dramatic effect is diluted by her sudden scratching frenzy.
Ronon bites back a grin as Mitchell, Carter, and Jackson make their farewells. He shouldn't laugh, but he finds it amusing that the Lanteans think of Teyla as straight-laced.
"Sorry about that," Sheppard apologises, quietly. "Teyla's not usually like this."
Mitchell snorts and glances back at Vala. "Don't worry about it. Vala's always like this."
--
Over a dinner on the trip back to Earth, Vala tells Daniel that Teyla really needs to lighten up. It would probably help if she got laid - there are some very nice men in Atlantis.
Daniel chokes on his stroganoff.
--
Over a dinner in the mess hall, Teyla observes that Vala could do with some of that grey tape the Lanteans use that solves everything - preferably wrapped firmly around her mouth.
John chokes on his soup.
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Sitting Duck - Teyla & Cameron
"I think I should lead," Cameron murmured in Teyla's ear as they paused at the top of the hill. The Stargate sat in the valley below them and the scrubby hills might hide a thousand tribes - or none.
Teyla regarded him with a penetrating gaze that reminded Cameron of his fifth grade teacher, studying him as he tried to protest his innocence in the matter of Tilly Hendrick's pigtails.
This time, there were no pigtails involved, no crying girls, no lost ribbons; just a long hike down the uncomfortably exposed path to the bottom of the valley, some people who had no particular reason to think nicely of the Atlantis folks who'd come a-visiting, and a woman who Cameron had heard enough about from various people around the city and out of it, but whom he hadn't yet seen in action.
In the nearby scrub, something rustled. Cameron turned, his weapon whipped out and ready, but it was only a raccoon-like creature that stared at him with large, round eyes and scratched through the leafy mulch, looking for creepy crawlies to eat.
Teyla didn't even turn her head.
"You wish to be the mekhta arkha?" She said at length.
"Uh, if that means I'm the person in front, then...yeah. Just call me the mekhta arkha."
A few more seconds trickled away before she nodded and pulled out a handgun from the back of her waistband. Until that moment, Cameron hadn't had any idea that she was packing.
"You have a radio?"
"Radio, weapon, soles on my boots, and all my wits about me." Teyla's momentary arch of the brow called that into question and he grinned. "Just get me safely to the bottom, and when we get back to the city, I'll buy the beer. You do like beer don't you?"
Her mouth twitched. "Perhaps you would be willing to be introduced to the Athosian scuble, Colonel?"
"As long as I can wrangle a night off-duty, you're on, Teyla." He took a deep breath. "Okay, time to play."
He glanced up once as he started down the slope, and she'd set her shoulder to the granite-like boulder at the top of the trail and was scanning the hillside with what he sure hoped was an eagle eye.
Reaching the bottom was easy enough, it was calling Atlantis and getting a radio signal through that the natives showed themselves. Luckily, Teyla turned out to have an eagle eye, and a good aim. By the time Dr. Weir assured them that a 'jumper would be through in a matter of minutes, Cameron figured he owed Sheppard - or whoever had taught her to shoot - a drink: scuble, whiskey, or a beer.
"We did okay," he said cheerfully to her as they disembarked from the 'jumper in the Atlantis 'jumper bay.
"You made a good mekhta arkha," she agreed.
Sheppard paused with one foot still on the ramp. "You let him be a mekhta arkha?"
Cameron couldn't help frowning as Teyla arched a brow. "He offered it, John. And considering we were successful in the diversion, you are complaining?"
The other man shrugged. "Just wondering."
Cameron never got around to asking exactly what Sheppard was wondering. But that night, sitting up in the mess hall quarters with Teyla and her team-mates, he learned that scuble was a little like apple cider - only stronger. He also learned that Teyla could drink him - and her team-mates - under the table.
It was much, much later that Cameron discovered that a mekhta arkha was also the Athosian equivalent of a 'sitting duck'.
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Thrill - John/Teyla
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fanfic100 prompt #26 - team-matesSometimes, Teyla feels a thrill down her spine when John touches her.
It is not personal - a brush of his shoulder against hers as he seats himself in the crowded mess, the firm block of his hand against hers as they spar without bantos rods, the bare foot that nudges her playfully as they swim in the fresh morning air.
It does not always happen. Yesterday, on a planet where the atmosphere was thin, and the gravity of the planet was less than is customary where most Pegasus cultures settle, John had trouble adjusting. He spent much of the brief walk from the 'jumper to the site bumping into Teyla, or reaching out to her to regain his balance.
She felt nothing then, too busy laughing at Ronon's care as he made his way across the planet's surface, while Rodney bounced around with unexpected playfulness - perhaps assisted by his discovery that the Ancestors had once settled on this planet, and built a 'city' here that was much like Atlantis, only smaller.
Still, there are moments when John makes her soul quiver with nothing more than the brush of his sleeve.
Teyla does not burden him with the knowledge. Her desire remains secret. What he has said or done before has been under duress, she would not presume upon that. And they are friends. Team-mates. Allies.
It is safer.
And she ignores the prompting that speaks to her in Charin's indulgent tones, reminding her that life is short and pleasure can be taken without interrupting duty.
Tonight, his legs brush hers as he sits down to dinner, and his fingers brush hers as he passes her the salt.
Teyla wonders how he would taste if she pushed their dinners aside, leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. She wonders if he would respond or freeze. She wonders if Rodney would be surprised enough to fall silent from the endless chatter that marks his conversation tonight.
She does not act, but simply accepts both salt and conversation with quiet and grace.
fin
Not Usually And Always - Teyla & Vala
It starts when Vala pulls a gun on Teyla.
Actually, it starts when Vala decides she wants to try her mettle against Ronon.
Daniel doesn't trust the way Vala's been eyeing the Satedan off, but he's deep in the middle of some translations. "I imagine since the marines have regular sparring sessions with him, you could just join in on one of them."
She pats him on the head, like a dog that's just performed a trick. "What an excellent idea."
It was an off-hand suggestion, nothing more. Daniel takes no responsibility for what follows.
--
Cameron walks in on the sparring session between Vala and Teyla and discovers the marines taking bets. Their explanation is garbled and disjointed - they're all too busy watching the two women fight.
It's hard to tell who's winning - Vala's got sleek, slick moves like a snake striking, but Teyla's instincts and reflexes seem up to the task of holding her off. Cameron winces as the Athosian's fist lands in Vala's belly - they're not pulling punches - and makes a note to stay on Ms. Emmagen's good side.
The end is unexpected. Teyla seems to tire of the sparring, and blocks Vala's punch with her forearm and does...some kind of twist that sees her arm slide along Vala's until she has a grip on the other woman's wrist. A whirl behind Vala's back and Ms. Mal Doran is kissing the floor. Teyla's even kneeling down on the other woman's legs, disabling her ability to kick out.
"You may do better against Ronon," Teyla advises as she lets Vala up.
Vala stands, grinning. "Oh, I think I've done pretty well here."
Cameron sees the stun-gun in Vala's hand a second before Teyla collapses on the floor.
--
Vala is unrepentant. "All I'm saying is that if she's been out and about in the galaxy, then she has to know that there are people who are going to shoot her in the back."
"I'm pretty sure Teyla knows about people shooting her in the back," John says.
"Well, now she really knows about it." Vala gives him a smile that's probably calculated to be ingenuous and charming.
John is neither taken in, or charmed by the woman's attitude. Sure, a distance weapon like a gun or a stunner beats hand-to-hand anyday - but that wasn't the point of the sparring.
There's a level of fairness involved here, and Vala didn't observe it.
Still, John thanks God, or whoever's standing in for Him in Pegasus, that the Odyssey will only be in town for another couple days.
Teyla seems graceful enough about her 'defeat', although, privately, John thinks she's mildly steamed. Over the next two days, he notices that she usually manages to steer the conversation in other directions whenever it comes up. He makes sure that all the bets exchanged over the two women's sparring contest are returned.
Of course, on the morning of the day of departure, Vala turns up with hives.
Big, red, itchy hives.
--
Sudden outbreaks of hives are a common enough event for personnel new to Atlantis, that Carson's not worried about Vala's health.
However, it usually takes at least a week for TAA - The Atlantis Allergy - to turn up.
Still, Carson gives Vala a handful of the berries that will make the swelling go down if she eats one a day for five days. Then he goes to see Teyla in her rooms.
"What did you do, Teyla?"
It's not an accusation, but Carson knows she did - or didn't do - something. Teyla's quiet and unassuming and, most people would assume, too polite to play such a prank. But Carson wants to know what she did. Rodney isn't the only curious one in the city.
Teyla doesn't glance up from the books she's reading. "She adopted the cream that Dr. Brown has been developing from the Nimendi marsh-root."
Ah. Things make sense now.
"And no-one told her about the marsh-root's allergic properties with the mahashi stew that was served for lunch?"
Carson sits back and watches a delicate smile glitter across Teyla's lips.
--
Vala huffs over to the transport zone and crosses her arms in sulky impatience. The dramatic effect is diluted by her sudden scratching frenzy.
Ronon bites back a grin as Mitchell, Carter, and Jackson make their farewells. He shouldn't laugh, but he finds it amusing that the Lanteans think of Teyla as straight-laced.
"Sorry about that," Sheppard apologises, quietly. "Teyla's not usually like this."
Mitchell snorts and glances back at Vala. "Don't worry about it. Vala's always like this."
--
Over a dinner on the trip back to Earth, Vala tells Daniel that Teyla really needs to lighten up. It would probably help if she got laid - there are some very nice men in Atlantis.
Daniel chokes on his stroganoff.
--
Over a dinner in the mess hall, Teyla observes that Vala could do with some of that grey tape the Lanteans use that solves everything - preferably wrapped firmly around her mouth.
John chokes on his soup.
fin
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Also, Thrill? Lovely. Tense with a simmering sort of passion. Loved the last sentence.
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But I might extend it by a few days to give people time to get their entries in. (And because I'm going to be very busy on Monday morning!)
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*snort* Dead on. Awesome.
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The idea was posted over at GW in one of the threads. Something about Teyla vs. Vala in a fight. And someone noted that Teyla would win on skill and then Vala would pull a weapon and Teyla...
And after pranking each other for a while, the two women would turn on their team-mates and the boys would run for the exits.