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Advent fic: 3rd December, 2007
TITLE: The Prodigy Returning
SUMMARY: Teyla strode down the ramp, the coloured material of her long tunic billowing out behind her in gilt-thread profusion as she came home.
CATEGORY: AU, crossover
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Making no money from them.
NOTES: Of the 'Fly The Stars' series. Sequel to 'Anchor In Storms'. All but two chapters of the series are done. Anyone care to beta?
The Prodigy Returning
The crowds kept well back from the flattened and cleared landing area, obediently standing behind the posts marking the edge of the field. Every now and then the more daring children darted out onto the landing pad for a clearer view, shading their eyes against the morning's bright sun and resisting their elders' calls to come back in.
Ronon and Melena eased their way through the crowds to the railing area, and Melena promptly went to see Charin beneath the wide, billowing tent erected to keep her out of the sun.
"A lot of people here," Ronon observed to Halling, looking at the folks jostling for elbow room on the railing. Athos town couldn't boast half these people.
"It's a big event," said the older man wryly, tugging at his collar. "The prodigy returns."
Taigan seemed unusually tense, repeatedly shading his eyes against the sun and looking anxiously up into the sky. And when the fiery spark was sighted and a great cry went up, he clasped his hands before him so tightly his knuckles went white beneath ebony skin.
Slowly, the spark gained bulk and mass, but in angles and corners rather than the usual curves and billows of the cargo ships that landed in and near the city.
"That's a new design," Melena said at Ronon's shoulder. "They must have done an upgrade."
If so, Ronon thought it an ugly one. The ship landed with an ungraceful thump and the engines powered down from their . There was a collective holding of breath as the passenger ramp lowered, and then...
And then there was a woman framed in the doorway, small and trim, her hand held up against the sun, her eyes wide as she looked about her at the morass of people who'd come to see her return.
"Teyla?" Taigan took one step then halted, as though uncertain of his welcome.
He needn't have worried.
Teyla strode down the ramp, the coloured material of her long tunic billowing out behind her in gilt-thread profusion as she came home. "Father!"
She didn't hesitate, flinging her arms around her father in a hard hug.
Her laughter held the echo of a sob and Ronon blinked a little, swallowing hard. Beside him, Melena pressed her cheek against his shoulder and sighed. And then they were borne forward, carried on a surge of people who clustered around the prodigy daughter, greeting, chattering, talking, exclaiming.
"So beautiful," exclaimed one of the matrons, patting her on the cheek.
"I had nothing to do with that," Teyla said, one corner of her mouth twitching.
"I bet you don't remember me," said one of the young men, brash and swaggering.
Her laughter rang out, amused as she touched foreheads. "How could I forget Jael Endar?"
A tug at her shawl dragged her attention to a bold girl. "Are the core worlds nice?"
"They have a beauty all their own," said Teyla, crouching down without thought for the silk of her hems and brushing a dark curl back from the child's eyes. "But they are not like Pegasus."
As she looked up, her gaze met Ronon's and a fragment of a long-ago conversation surfaced in his mind. "Do I have to thump you?"
She smiled and pulled him into a hug, brief and fierce, and Ronon let himself return it in the moment before she stepped back. "I hope not. It is good to be home."
And as Teyla continued around the group of people who clustered close, Ronon slid an arm around Melena's waist, well-satisfied.
She was still Teyla.
--
4. Going To Waste.
TITLE: The Prodigy Returning
SUMMARY: Teyla strode down the ramp, the coloured material of her long tunic billowing out behind her in gilt-thread profusion as she came home.
CATEGORY: AU, crossover
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Making no money from them.
NOTES: Of the 'Fly The Stars' series. Sequel to 'Anchor In Storms'. All but two chapters of the series are done. Anyone care to beta?
The Prodigy Returning
The crowds kept well back from the flattened and cleared landing area, obediently standing behind the posts marking the edge of the field. Every now and then the more daring children darted out onto the landing pad for a clearer view, shading their eyes against the morning's bright sun and resisting their elders' calls to come back in.
Ronon and Melena eased their way through the crowds to the railing area, and Melena promptly went to see Charin beneath the wide, billowing tent erected to keep her out of the sun.
"A lot of people here," Ronon observed to Halling, looking at the folks jostling for elbow room on the railing. Athos town couldn't boast half these people.
"It's a big event," said the older man wryly, tugging at his collar. "The prodigy returns."
Taigan seemed unusually tense, repeatedly shading his eyes against the sun and looking anxiously up into the sky. And when the fiery spark was sighted and a great cry went up, he clasped his hands before him so tightly his knuckles went white beneath ebony skin.
Slowly, the spark gained bulk and mass, but in angles and corners rather than the usual curves and billows of the cargo ships that landed in and near the city.
"That's a new design," Melena said at Ronon's shoulder. "They must have done an upgrade."
If so, Ronon thought it an ugly one. The ship landed with an ungraceful thump and the engines powered down from their . There was a collective holding of breath as the passenger ramp lowered, and then...
And then there was a woman framed in the doorway, small and trim, her hand held up against the sun, her eyes wide as she looked about her at the morass of people who'd come to see her return.
"Teyla?" Taigan took one step then halted, as though uncertain of his welcome.
He needn't have worried.
Teyla strode down the ramp, the coloured material of her long tunic billowing out behind her in gilt-thread profusion as she came home. "Father!"
She didn't hesitate, flinging her arms around her father in a hard hug.
Her laughter held the echo of a sob and Ronon blinked a little, swallowing hard. Beside him, Melena pressed her cheek against his shoulder and sighed. And then they were borne forward, carried on a surge of people who clustered around the prodigy daughter, greeting, chattering, talking, exclaiming.
"So beautiful," exclaimed one of the matrons, patting her on the cheek.
"I had nothing to do with that," Teyla said, one corner of her mouth twitching.
"I bet you don't remember me," said one of the young men, brash and swaggering.
Her laughter rang out, amused as she touched foreheads. "How could I forget Jael Endar?"
A tug at her shawl dragged her attention to a bold girl. "Are the core worlds nice?"
"They have a beauty all their own," said Teyla, crouching down without thought for the silk of her hems and brushing a dark curl back from the child's eyes. "But they are not like Pegasus."
As she looked up, her gaze met Ronon's and a fragment of a long-ago conversation surfaced in his mind. "Do I have to thump you?"
She smiled and pulled him into a hug, brief and fierce, and Ronon let himself return it in the moment before she stepped back. "I hope not. It is good to be home."
And as Teyla continued around the group of people who clustered close, Ronon slid an arm around Melena's waist, well-satisfied.
She was still Teyla.
--
4. Going To Waste.