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Advent fic: 6th December
TITLE: Going To Waste
SUMMARY: She'd come back the same in the essentials. But something else had changed.
CATEGORY: AU, crossover
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Making no money from them.
NOTES: Of the 'Fly The Stars' series. Sequel to 'The Prodigy Returning'.
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Going To Waste
"Please consider this, Teyla." Taigan brought the matter up over dinner.
Teyla glanced up from her tuttleroot soup, the steam curling and swirling up from her bowl. "I have considered it, father."
She spoke in tones of perfect calm, which only seemed to infuriate her father even more.
"Then reconsider it! You went to the Academy to be educated--"
"And so I have been educated," she said, her voice flat and calm.
Beneath the table, Melena's knee pressed lightly against Ronon's thigh, as if he needed warning. This had been coming for the last week, ever since Teyla had returned home. And after she'd come home with the news of the sale this evening, Ronon wasn't about to interrupt.
"Your talents should not be wasted here, in Athos town."
"My talents will never go to waste. Not if I have life and will within me." Her words were calm, but there was an edge to them, sharp as one of Ronon's skinning knives.
"There is a world beyond Athos..."
"There are worlds beyond Pegasus, father. I have seen them - have lived on them, and I chose to return home."
"Teyla--"
"Father. I choose to remain here. I am content."
When Taigan protested, his daughter fixed him with a fierce glare. "I am content, Father - let that be enough."
A sharp look from Charin silenced Taigan, and Melena turned the conversation to the news from the city.
Later, with his hands in soapsuds up to the elbow, Ronon asked the question that had been on his mind ever since her return. "Are the core worlds beyond that bad?"
"Have I said they were?"
It wasn't what she said, but what she didn't say that made him wonder. As though she knew of things happening beyond Athos town, beyond Pegasus, the motions of man and the cycles of politics. They'd taught her so many things in the Academy and yet she'd returned to them.
Sometimes when she thought no-one else was looking, Ronon saw something pinch her face, like an old pain remembered. When the town kids came running back, yelling about ship-sparks in the sky, he saw her lift watchful eyes to the heavens, seeking something he couldn't guess at. Sometimes in the midst of a crowd of people, she would retreat behind her eyes until someone else addressed her. Then she would come back, a near-invisible returning.
Teyla had come back the same in all the essentials. But something else had changed.
Ronon figured he could find out if he tried. He just wasn't sure it was his right to try.
"Did you have people in mind?" He asked, swirling a wave of soapy water over the pan and setting it on the rack to drip dry. "Mechanics, engineers, security?"
She hesitated before answering. "A few."
Ronon wiped down the bench and pulled the plug, then turned to look over at Teyla, leaning against the cupboards. "We're a ways from the city - don't usually see too many ships. You're sure this ship repair station'll be needed?"
Teyla met his gaze, steady, yet troubled. "Yes."
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5. Out Of Temptation
TITLE: Going To Waste
SUMMARY: She'd come back the same in the essentials. But something else had changed.
CATEGORY: AU, crossover
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Making no money from them.
NOTES: Of the 'Fly The Stars' series. Sequel to 'The Prodigy Returning'.
I'm sorry for not yet having written the ficlets you've asked of me. It's been a rough couple of days writing, and I've just realised that the
sga_santa is due a lot earlier than I thought it was! So I'm frantically trying to finish that and write the ficlets in the meantime. I will get them done before Christmas, though.Going To Waste
"Please consider this, Teyla." Taigan brought the matter up over dinner.
Teyla glanced up from her tuttleroot soup, the steam curling and swirling up from her bowl. "I have considered it, father."
She spoke in tones of perfect calm, which only seemed to infuriate her father even more.
"Then reconsider it! You went to the Academy to be educated--"
"And so I have been educated," she said, her voice flat and calm.
Beneath the table, Melena's knee pressed lightly against Ronon's thigh, as if he needed warning. This had been coming for the last week, ever since Teyla had returned home. And after she'd come home with the news of the sale this evening, Ronon wasn't about to interrupt.
"Your talents should not be wasted here, in Athos town."
"My talents will never go to waste. Not if I have life and will within me." Her words were calm, but there was an edge to them, sharp as one of Ronon's skinning knives.
"There is a world beyond Athos..."
"There are worlds beyond Pegasus, father. I have seen them - have lived on them, and I chose to return home."
"Teyla--"
"Father. I choose to remain here. I am content."
When Taigan protested, his daughter fixed him with a fierce glare. "I am content, Father - let that be enough."
A sharp look from Charin silenced Taigan, and Melena turned the conversation to the news from the city.
Later, with his hands in soapsuds up to the elbow, Ronon asked the question that had been on his mind ever since her return. "Are the core worlds beyond that bad?"
"Have I said they were?"
It wasn't what she said, but what she didn't say that made him wonder. As though she knew of things happening beyond Athos town, beyond Pegasus, the motions of man and the cycles of politics. They'd taught her so many things in the Academy and yet she'd returned to them.
Sometimes when she thought no-one else was looking, Ronon saw something pinch her face, like an old pain remembered. When the town kids came running back, yelling about ship-sparks in the sky, he saw her lift watchful eyes to the heavens, seeking something he couldn't guess at. Sometimes in the midst of a crowd of people, she would retreat behind her eyes until someone else addressed her. Then she would come back, a near-invisible returning.
Teyla had come back the same in all the essentials. But something else had changed.
Ronon figured he could find out if he tried. He just wasn't sure it was his right to try.
"Did you have people in mind?" He asked, swirling a wave of soapy water over the pan and setting it on the rack to drip dry. "Mechanics, engineers, security?"
She hesitated before answering. "A few."
Ronon wiped down the bench and pulled the plug, then turned to look over at Teyla, leaning against the cupboards. "We're a ways from the city - don't usually see too many ships. You're sure this ship repair station'll be needed?"
Teyla met his gaze, steady, yet troubled. "Yes."
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5. Out Of Temptation