ficathons progress

[tielan]

femme_fic: 10,000 - FINISHED, BABY!
sga_genficathon: 1,100 - 1/5 of the way through, will do the rest tomorrow
team_sga miniathon: 300 - barely begun, but have outline
gate_women: 0 written, no outline

However, after an encounter earlier this evening, I'm still fuming.

Anyone willing to write me a Teyla-centric ficlet and help restore my equilibrium? I'd love a ficlet from you! I don't think I can wait until May to get fic about her!

Never written her? Give her a try! Not sure where to start? 100 words is fine! Think she's about as useful as a soggy biscuit? UNFRIEND PLZ, KTHXBAI!

Comments

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Here you go - hope it helps:


She's radiant when he sees her, standing atop the spoils of battle. The rest is rubble at her feet; detritus, discarded, forgotten for the moment.

A calm he would have said was impossible just an hour ago surrounds her; surrounds them all, really, but he knows - she did this, and she did this alone.

"How -" But he's speechless, otherwise; she is a goddess, triumphant, and he knows he could never do what she has done. "He's -"

"Asleep, yes."

"And Ronon?" Who's now slumped in the corner; knocked unconscious, he'd guess.

"He was in the way."

"Right."

A goddess, and his.

[tielan]

You used such an economy of words, that now I'm curious about the bigger picture!

Any more where that came from? :)

[renisanz.livejournal.com]

And Ronon?" Who's now slumped in the corner; knocked unconscious, he'd guess.

"He was in the way."

LOL. I love it!

Ficlet: set during season 3's The Return

[iamza.livejournal.com]

She is Teyla Emmagan, daughter of Tagan, and, after two and half years away, she is once again reunited with her people. It is not the homecoming she had imagined.

Five weeks ago, the Ancestors returned to reclaim their city. Five weeks ago, she and her people were removed from Lantia, and resettled on a new planet -- the third in less than three years.

Five weeks ago, John and Rodney, Carson and Elizabeth were forced to return to Earth.

For five weeks, Teyla has once again woken to the sound of canvas walls bowing in the breeze, and gone to sleep with the comforting sound of Ronon sharpening his knives across the way from her.

Days have been full of the sound of children screaming and laughing, underpinned by the beat of axes and hammers as her people rebuild their homes again. Her nostrils are filled again with the scent of fresh Tuttleroot Soup, and she can almost taste the butter dripping from Meylan's hot bread.

The last of the butter will run out in a week or two from now, and with the Athosian ties to Earth cut so abruptly, they have no way to replenish their stores. Still, butter is not the only spread to be enjoyed with hot bread. The Athosians have good trading partners amongst the worlds scattered amongst the stars, and she and Halling will see their needs are met.

Nights are filled with weary bodies lounging around campfires, soft-voiced discussions of tasks completed and plans for the future. And songs -- Teyla has missed the sound of singing, voices raised in praise and joy and celebration, in sorrow and despair. Rock and roll and Johnny Cash have no place here, and, truthfully, she misses neither.

She is home again, surrounded by familiar faces and sounds and scents, and it feels almost like she never left. But occasionally, she hears thunder, and it sounds like waves crashing against distant piers, or Ronon swipes his knife just so, and in her mind a metal door slides open.

And always, she finds herself looking around for faces that are no longer there: a group of children dancing around Carson's ghost; Elizabeth, standing watch by the stargate as they return from a trade; Rodney's twisted sneer as he focuses on his tablet; and the warmth of John's breath as he touches his forehead to her own.

She is home with her people, but it is like huge pieces of her are missing. It is not the homecoming Teyla had imagined.

Re: Ficlet: set during season 3's The Return

[tielan]

Oh that's perfect. I love how she both misses and doesn't miss them - that she's home, but there are things that just aren't there. You did a fantastic job of putting it all together.

*is awed*

[renisanz.livejournal.com]

It's 7:38am and my brain's not really working to come up with any Teyla awesomeness at the moment (I'm actually lying in bed with my laptop), but I still want to help. . . so, here's an excerpt of a scene from this story I wrote ("Making Up the Past"):

Teyla Emmagan was now entering her sixth month of pregnancy. Today she was scheduled to visit Dr. Keller to confirm the continued health of her baby. Her appointment was not until the afternoon, however, and she had no immediate plans for the day, save for a meditation session with Ronon. It had been some time since the restless man had joined her, so she was surprised when he had suddenly requested to resume their sessions. It was possible he missed sparring with her, so meditation was the next best thing. Whatever the reason, Teyla was looking forward to the time with her friend.

The stirring baby in her belly made a point that the first thing on Teyla's agenda would be food. Rubbing her hand over her abdomen in a calming gesture, she made her way to the mess hall. The line was not terribly long, and after a few minutes, she emerged from the breakfast buffet with a bowl of oatmeal and an assortment of fruits, as well as a generous serving of bacon.

Teyla scanned the room for a suitable place to sit. She saw none of the members of her team with whom she usually dined. It was a lovely morning, so she decided that dining outside on the balcony would be quite refreshing. At first it seemed that no one else had taken advantage of the outdoor seating. Then a she heard what sounded like a sniffle from her left. Curiosity taking over, she rounded the corner of the balcony to see investigate.

“Dr. Keller?”

The young woman, jumped, slightly startled. “Oh, hey Teyla,” she smiled.

Though she smiled as warmly as she could manage, Teyla could tell that Dr. Keller was upset about something. Though she may have felt differently at some point, Teyla had learned from experience that it was beneficial to have a listening ear available with which to share one's problems. That is, if the person desired to talk. She could at least offer Jennifer her company.

“Good morning, Doctor,” Teyla greeted with her warmest smile. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked, indicating the chair across from the doctor.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Teyla's the only other character whose POV I wrote from. Now I realize that I really should write her more, but I'm afraid of not getting her right, ya know (cuz I really do love her character).

[tielan]

I'll keep an eye out for the rest of this. Ronon/Keller, I'm guessing?

Honestly, I'd rather you tried, failed, and learned from the experience than not try at all. One of the reasons so few people write Teyla is because they "have no experience of being her" - they stick with what they know. Of course, then they never learn how to write her and the excuses just grow.

[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

Gorrin found Teyla still awake when the sun began to stretch over the ruins. She grasped a mug tight in her hands even though the tea was long gone. He smiled.

"You need not do this."

Teyla looked up at him, her eyes sunken and rimmed red. "While my father is ill, I must do what he would."

"Little girls shouldn't stay up all night."

Teyla lifted her small chin, her lips in a stubborn line. "The Ancestors gave me a gift. It is my duty to keep vigil while my father is ill."

"Ill or not, your father will be awake now." Gorrin knelt down and pried the tea mug away from Teyla. "You've done well. Sleep now so that you may keep vigil again."

"But--"

"I will be a very careful guard."

Teyla smiled at him and then yawned. "Thank you." Gorrin watched her return to their tents; she would make a good leader one day. He sat the mug down where Teyla had been sitting and kept watch as the sun rose.

[tielan]

Ouch. I can totally see Teyla as a serious girl, taking her responsibilities seriously.

Lovely.

[greenconverses.livejournal.com]

Since I have to go class in a few and won't have to time to write you a drabble today, I'll post a little something from one of my Teyla the Vampire Slayer prequels that will never be finished. Figure you might need some inspiration for the team_sga fic. :D


He still had his back to her, a clear gesture of how much of a non-threat he thought her to be. He was wearing a dark shirt and jeans, and there didn’t appear to be a coat nearby. Then again, he probably didn’t need one. She slid onto the barstool next to him, immediately swiveling the seat so she could glare at him.

“Care to give me a reason why I should not stake you tonight?”

“Well, for one, it’s rude to dust someone in the middle of a drink,” Sheppard drawled, keeping his gaze straight ahead. He was staring at his non-reflection in the mirror above the bar. “Bloody Mary, extra blood. Want one?”

“Funny,” Teyla said, narrowing her eyes as he took a drink. She couldn’t smell any blood, so he was just trying to get a rise out of her. “Tell me what you are doing here.”

“Checking out the Colorado Springs singles scene,” he sighed melodramatically, swirling his drink. “Eternal existence just isn’t the same without someone to share it with.”

“That is rather sleazy of you,” she sniffed. “Most of the girls here are how many years younger than you?”

“Two hundred and forty-five,” Sheppard said automatically, taking a long swallow of his drink.

Teyla arched an eyebrow, filing away that bit of information for Sam and Liz to digest later. Sheppard was much older than any of them had anticipated; he’d be hard to beat in a fight if it came to that.

“Yes, that is incredibly sleazy. Not to mention illegal. But when are you vampires not?”

“Being nice takes the fun out of things,” he replied. “I see you found yourself a date tonight. Admirable young man, asking the scary Slayer out for Valentine’s – ”

“If you even think of hurting him – ”

“Hey, it’s not me you have to worry about,” Sheppard said, surprisingly defensive. He twisted on his seat, looking at her at last. “You better hope your boy can defend himself, otherwise he’s going to make one tasty snack for Michael and his buddies. Does he know about your Slayer gig?”

Teyla did not meet his eyes, ashamed of being chastised by a vampire, of all people, and he snorted.

“You should know better, getting him involved without letting him know the risks. Do you think it’s fair to let him risk his life just so you can have your very own boy toy?”

“It isn’t, but neither is telling me that I must go without romance for the rest of my short life,” she said quietly. “If I choose to keep seeing him, I will bear the burden of my choices and protect him.”

Sheppard downed the last of his drink and leaned over the counter, looking for a bartender. He caught the attention of a sweaty, nervous looking one and waved him over.

“I’d like a Budweiser,” Sheppard said. The waiter nodded and scrambled back to the middle of the bar. “You’re not going to stay with him, you know.”

“You know what they say about people who assume,” Teyla replied, affronted by his attitude. “You barely know me, let alone Evan.”

“But I know Slayers.”

That he did. Liz had discovered that Sheppard had killed at least three Slayers in his time, more than most vampires in the books. Knowing that she had allied herself with someone who could and had overpowered women like her before made Teyla deathly nervous. If she had known what she was getting into when she had agreed to be his ally…

“You’re all alike. You say you want a nice boy, one who hasn’t been exposed to the violence of your lifestyle, but then when you get that boy, you realize what a drag it is. Protecting him, shielding his innocence from all the bad things in the world,” Sheppard was smirking now, the expression twisting his features. “Soon enough, you’ll dump that nice boy and turn to the man who can fight, who can handle your strength and worships you for it. You want a man who has a little bit of darkness in him, just like...”

“You?” Teyla suggested dryly, watching his expression cloud. “Sorry, but I do not date out of my species.”

[tielan]

“You?” Teyla suggested dryly, watching his expression cloud. “Sorry, but I do not date out of my species.”

*LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS*

That last line made me roffle. Perfectly Teyla.

Now I hate you. I still want to write my version of Teyla-the-Vampire-Slayer. :)

whole

[harriet-spy.livejournal.com]

John stood awkwardly in the doorway with empty hands, watching her. "You don't have to do this."

She brutally cut into her hair with the scissors. Where she was going, she would not have the luxury of caring for it. "Yes, I do."

"This--this wasn't your fault."

There was conviction in his voice, but she did not know how there could be. He had to know the truth as well as she did. "I did not protect my people. Instead, I brought down catastrophe upon them, then sat idly by, safe while they suffered. In the end, I could do nothing to save them. They look at me as a stranger, and they are right."

She cut another long tendril loose. It fell to the ground with a slight thump. John winced at the sound. "They'll change their minds, Teyla. They've been through a lot."

"Even if they would have me, I could not return to them, John. Kanaan is lost. My child is gone from me. I only want one thing now; to see my enemy dead at my feet."

"Isn't--" John looked down, and then up again, dark eyes suddenly making a guarded appeal. "Isn't there anything on Atlantis you want?"

From him, it hurt worse than mockery. They had played the games of children when they were well past the age for it, and Athos had paid. And even now, he thought they could continue. "Atlantis once offered me promise, John, but like most promises, it has proven as empty as the air it was spoken with."

John's expression darkened. "Well, then, maybe you should go."

She brushed the last hair off her shoulders and shouldered her pack. "There is no maybe about it."

As she went past him in the doorway, he grabbed her shoulder. "Teyla. He'll kill you."

In truth, she did not know what the end of her journey would be, but she would not tell him that. "No, he will not."

"How do you know?"

"He is still divided. That will make him weak. But I--" She lifted his hand from her shoulder and squeezed his fingers slightly before letting go. She could do that now. "For the first time in a long time, I am whole."

Re: whole

[tielan]

Oh, ow.

You do enjoy putting Teyla and John at clashing odds with each other - which is understandable since you do it so well!

Thank you. :)

[ryf.livejournal.com]

Too busy with genficathon story right now to even write a drabble (this was due today, right? *looks at 1,000 words...*), but congratulations on the femme_fic story!

...

I don't think I ever really posted my Rodney/Teyla fic, did I? It's Rodney POV, but it's got a bit of Teyla...

***


Rodney McKay wasn't used to attention. Well, he was, but not this kind of attention. He was used to people listening to him talk, either because of curiosity or (sometimes he thought more often) because of fear of his reaction when he realised nobody was listening. But attention to him as a person was not something he experiences regularly.

Especially not from a woman. And from a damn attractive woman at that. Teyla was certainly not the kind of woman that was usually interested in someone like him. At least in his experience.

It took his brilliant (by his own claims) brain all of two second to think this and a further ten seconds to recover from the shock enough to be able to stutter a reply.

"You... I mean, did you just..."

Teyla raised an eyebrow and looked at him intensely in a way that did nothing to ease his stuttering. “Yes, Rodney?”

Rodney’s brain was still working overtime. He opened his mouth to reply, closed it again and finally blurted out “Did you just ask me out on a date?” He knew how he sounded and he didn’t like it; women made him way too nervous and this woman… had a way of making him even more nervous than Samantha Carter. And there has been a time when he hadn’t consider that a possibility because Samantha Carter made him way too nervous just by existing.

“I believe I just did,” Teyla replied. “If this makes you uncomfortable in any way we can just forget I asked,” she added.

“No, no, no, I…,” Rodney started, then realised he didn’t know how that sentence was supposed to end. But finally, the part of his brain that was responsible for normal speech kicked in. “I didn’t think you would be… interested.” He hoped that for Athosians, asking someone out on a date like this meant that they were indeed interested. Otherwise, this would end like the time he thought his lab partner in his sophomore year had asked him out when she had only wanted to copy his notes. He had been so excited and then… He cut off this train of thought – he knew it lead nowhere.

Teyla smiled and Rodney thought his heart might skip a beat. “I think you either underestimate yourself or you do not know me that well.”

Rodney didn’t know what to reply to that and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence until Rodney realised he still hadn’t actually answered her question. “Then maybe we should get to know each other better?” His voice was too high and his words came out too fast, but there was nothing he could do about that. Rodney didn’t understand how Teyla could remain this calm. Then again, she was calm in a lot f situations in which he would be anything but calm.

“That would be wonderful. You can pick me up at my quarters at eight then.”

He nodded and smiled at her, knowing that the longer a conversation like this lasted, the higher the probability he would say something incredible stupid. And he didn’t want that.

“See you at eight, then.”

Rodney watched Teyla give him another smile and then turn and walk away. He was still a bit shocked, but also… pleased. And strangely excited.

As he wandered off in the direction of the science labs, he found himself mentally going through his wardrobe deciding on what to wear. This was indeed new.

[tielan]

*laughs*

Yes, I can see Rodney being entirely like that. Lovely characterisation and a wonderful cheer-me-up.

[never-at-home.livejournal.com]

I haven't written fanfic or anything like that in a very long time, but here goes...

Daniel looked over at the sleeping boy, all comfortably wrapped in soft blue baby blankets, his little chest rising and falling, his face almost glowing with contentment, and a slight smile on his full, red lips. He couldn’t help but think of baby Shifu, as the tiny Harsesis looked up at him with adoring, curious eyes, grasping the material of his shirt, almost begging him not to let go. He’d be safer with her, and I promised Sha’re, dear Sha’re, that he’d be safe, but I don’t want to let go of the one last…

Teyla entered the room as quietly as she could and watched the man as he watched her child sleeping. It was a sad look on his face, yet she’d come to recognize that often this man appeared sad when he thought no one else was looking.

He looked up as she approached the two. “Teyla, I, I didn’t hear you come in.” He stood and she tried to tell it was okay, but he was too fast. “He’s asleep; fast asleep.” Daniel smiled.

“He presented no problems?” Teyla asked as she picked up some of her son’s new toys from the top of her bed, which was now quite untidy from Daniel’s time with her son. He had insisted that it was no problem to keep an eye on the infant as she attended an unexpected team meeting. She was certain she’d only be gone for a little while and then they could pick up on his interview with her about the Ring Ceremony and the Tea Ceremony and all things Athosian.

“He didn’t seem very interested in the first few pages of my geological report on M3X-328, but as soon as I started reading about your people, he was as all ears … until it was time for a diaper change, and well, you know how that goes…” Daniel smiled. Yes, he knew how to change diapers, just like he knew how to deliver babies. He suddenly grew quiet, shook his head ever so slightly, and started to pick up his papers from the bed. “Um, let me just get these in some kind of order…”

“Please, take your time. I took the liberty of bringing us something to eat,” she said as she pointed to a tray that she had placed on the table inside the door as she entered. Daniel was embarrassed that he hadn’t noticed.

“Oh!” he said as he stared at the tray. “I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“It was the least I could do for your effort…”

“No effort. I mean, no trouble at all.”

They smiled at each other as they continued to clean off the top of Teyla’s bed. She had been given larger quarters now that she was a mother. When everything was put away, Teyla brought the tray over and set it on the table near the balcony window. “We could eat outside. I believe the air is fresh and calm,” she said as she turned to look out the window. He saw it then, a sadness in her eyes as she looked out beyond the railing.

Daniel approached her slowly and then placed a hand on her shoulder as he gazed out the window from behind her. Quietly, he stood there until she turned around and looked up into his eyes. She saw familiarity with loss there. “What do you know of –“

“I know,” he replied softly as he touched his forehead to hers and they both sighed.

NOTE: I imagined that Daniel and Teyla would be able to share in a lot of things when I heard that Michael Shanks was visiting Atlantis before "The Kindred" aired. I had assumed that Teyla and her son were the last of the Athosians and that Daniel was there to record the traditions of the Athosians. I also imagined that he was looking for a history of the Ancients in the stories, traditions, and songs of the Athosians who worshipped the Ancestors.

[tielan]

Cool! I can easily see Daniel and his preoccupation with the Athosian culture. He'd definitely start with Teyla, though, even now that her people are found. She has a cultural framework of Earth from which he can more easily absorb her own culture, and then I imagine she'd take him out to her people.

I hope they do something like this in the episode in which Daniel is supposed to come to Atlantis. I don't imagine they will, though. :(

[kjog.livejournal.com]

Teyla held it in front of herself in extended arms. Her fingers gently encircled the tiny creature's rib cage and supported it under its armpits. The kitten slouched until its front paws extended straight out from face level and its orange-striped legs hung uselessly, exposing a soft white belly. Green eyes closed slowly and it purred contentedly.

"Aww, he likes you."

Colonel Sheppard had invited Teyla over to his apartment to meet 'a new friend' after their briefing at the SGC. She had walked through the front door in time to see an orange and white flash fly into the kitchen and skid to a halt in front of a bowl on the ground, meowing pitifully. Sheppard looked smitten and gave the cat a helping of fishy-smelling food.

"Yet he was attacking my hand mere seconds ago." Small red gouges marred her right hand. She handed the kitten to Sheppard and walked to the kitchen sink to rinse her hand off.

"Yeah, they do that. You've really never seen a cat before?"

"I have seen many large felines on various worlds, but none have been successfully domesticated. Many trading partners of my people keep pets, but they are similar to either Earth chickens or dogs."

Sheppard grimaced. He'd seen the small dogs that were kept as pets throughout Pegasus; they looked like pugs and yapped like pomeranians. Sheppard had taken to calling them 'puggeranians' in his head, and avoided them whenever possible. They tended to smell like cabbage.

Convinced that the bleeding had slowed, she took the kitten back, cradling it hesitantly to her breast. It purred and nudged her chin with his wet nose. Then it flipped out of her arms and tore across the room, bouncing off the sliding glass door that led to a small patio.

"He hasn't quite figured out glass yet," Sheppard noted wryly.

The kitten jumped onto the coffee table and leaped again, landing on top of the TV. One more hop had it tottering slightly as it balanced on top of an open closet door. The look of triumph in its eyes spoke volumes of prideful accomplishment.

Teyla stared in bewilderment at the small creature, obviously the king of all within his sight. "I do not understand this animal at all."

Sheppard shrugged. "He's just having fun. He still needs a name. Do you want to give him one?"

"Naming an animal is a great honor among my people, shared only with family and close friends."

"Teyla Emmagan," Sheppard addressed her formally, "would you do me the honor of naming my cat?"

She glanced at the kitten, gazing coolly down from his lofty perch, then back to Sheppard. With a gleam in her eye, she answered.

"It would indeed be my honor. I shall name him John."

The kitten tried to stretch on his narrow strip of wood and promptly fell off the door. He bounced to his feet and started licking himself purposefully.

John turned to Teyla, glaring.

Teyla laughed.



***

First Stargate fic evar.

*runs and hides*

[tielan]

Humour! Cuteness! Catness!

Lovely! :)

[rushingwind.livejournal.com]

Teyla fic? It's short, but here you go:

Goddess in the Details (http://rushingwind.livejournal.com/37995.html).

I owed you Teyla fic from way back when, and after reading your last post I wanted to write this for you. I love Teyla as a character, and I tried to summarize my feelings for her in this.

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Here you go - hope it helps:


She's radiant when he sees her, standing atop the spoils of battle. The rest is rubble at her feet; detritus, discarded, forgotten for the moment.

A calm he would have said was impossible just an hour ago surrounds her; surrounds them all, really, but he knows - she did this, and she did this alone.

"How -" But he's speechless, otherwise; she is a goddess, triumphant, and he knows he could never do what she has done. "He's -"

"Asleep, yes."

"And Ronon?" Who's now slumped in the corner; knocked unconscious, he'd guess.

"He was in the way."

"Right."

A goddess, and his.

[tielan]

You used such an economy of words, that now I'm curious about the bigger picture!

Any more where that came from? :)

Ficlet: set during season 3's The Return

[iamza.livejournal.com]

She is Teyla Emmagan, daughter of Tagan, and, after two and half years away, she is once again reunited with her people. It is not the homecoming she had imagined.

Five weeks ago, the Ancestors returned to reclaim their city. Five weeks ago, she and her people were removed from Lantia, and resettled on a new planet -- the third in less than three years.

Five weeks ago, John and Rodney, Carson and Elizabeth were forced to return to Earth.

For five weeks, Teyla has once again woken to the sound of canvas walls bowing in the breeze, and gone to sleep with the comforting sound of Ronon sharpening his knives across the way from her.

Days have been full of the sound of children screaming and laughing, underpinned by the beat of axes and hammers as her people rebuild their homes again. Her nostrils are filled again with the scent of fresh Tuttleroot Soup, and she can almost taste the butter dripping from Meylan's hot bread.

The last of the butter will run out in a week or two from now, and with the Athosian ties to Earth cut so abruptly, they have no way to replenish their stores. Still, butter is not the only spread to be enjoyed with hot bread. The Athosians have good trading partners amongst the worlds scattered amongst the stars, and she and Halling will see their needs are met.

Nights are filled with weary bodies lounging around campfires, soft-voiced discussions of tasks completed and plans for the future. And songs -- Teyla has missed the sound of singing, voices raised in praise and joy and celebration, in sorrow and despair. Rock and roll and Johnny Cash have no place here, and, truthfully, she misses neither.

She is home again, surrounded by familiar faces and sounds and scents, and it feels almost like she never left. But occasionally, she hears thunder, and it sounds like waves crashing against distant piers, or Ronon swipes his knife just so, and in her mind a metal door slides open.

And always, she finds herself looking around for faces that are no longer there: a group of children dancing around Carson's ghost; Elizabeth, standing watch by the stargate as they return from a trade; Rodney's twisted sneer as he focuses on his tablet; and the warmth of John's breath as he touches his forehead to her own.

She is home with her people, but it is like huge pieces of her are missing. It is not the homecoming Teyla had imagined.

Re: Ficlet: set during season 3's The Return

[tielan]

Oh that's perfect. I love how she both misses and doesn't miss them - that she's home, but there are things that just aren't there. You did a fantastic job of putting it all together.

*is awed*

[renisanz.livejournal.com]

It's 7:38am and my brain's not really working to come up with any Teyla awesomeness at the moment (I'm actually lying in bed with my laptop), but I still want to help. . . so, here's an excerpt of a scene from this story I wrote ("Making Up the Past"):

Teyla Emmagan was now entering her sixth month of pregnancy. Today she was scheduled to visit Dr. Keller to confirm the continued health of her baby. Her appointment was not until the afternoon, however, and she had no immediate plans for the day, save for a meditation session with Ronon. It had been some time since the restless man had joined her, so she was surprised when he had suddenly requested to resume their sessions. It was possible he missed sparring with her, so meditation was the next best thing. Whatever the reason, Teyla was looking forward to the time with her friend.

The stirring baby in her belly made a point that the first thing on Teyla's agenda would be food. Rubbing her hand over her abdomen in a calming gesture, she made her way to the mess hall. The line was not terribly long, and after a few minutes, she emerged from the breakfast buffet with a bowl of oatmeal and an assortment of fruits, as well as a generous serving of bacon.

Teyla scanned the room for a suitable place to sit. She saw none of the members of her team with whom she usually dined. It was a lovely morning, so she decided that dining outside on the balcony would be quite refreshing. At first it seemed that no one else had taken advantage of the outdoor seating. Then a she heard what sounded like a sniffle from her left. Curiosity taking over, she rounded the corner of the balcony to see investigate.

“Dr. Keller?”

The young woman, jumped, slightly startled. “Oh, hey Teyla,” she smiled.

Though she smiled as warmly as she could manage, Teyla could tell that Dr. Keller was upset about something. Though she may have felt differently at some point, Teyla had learned from experience that it was beneficial to have a listening ear available with which to share one's problems. That is, if the person desired to talk. She could at least offer Jennifer her company.

“Good morning, Doctor,” Teyla greeted with her warmest smile. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked, indicating the chair across from the doctor.

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Teyla's the only other character whose POV I wrote from. Now I realize that I really should write her more, but I'm afraid of not getting her right, ya know (cuz I really do love her character).

[tielan]

I'll keep an eye out for the rest of this. Ronon/Keller, I'm guessing?

Honestly, I'd rather you tried, failed, and learned from the experience than not try at all. One of the reasons so few people write Teyla is because they "have no experience of being her" - they stick with what they know. Of course, then they never learn how to write her and the excuses just grow.

[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

Gorrin found Teyla still awake when the sun began to stretch over the ruins. She grasped a mug tight in her hands even though the tea was long gone. He smiled.

"You need not do this."

Teyla looked up at him, her eyes sunken and rimmed red. "While my father is ill, I must do what he would."

"Little girls shouldn't stay up all night."

Teyla lifted her small chin, her lips in a stubborn line. "The Ancestors gave me a gift. It is my duty to keep vigil while my father is ill."

"Ill or not, your father will be awake now." Gorrin knelt down and pried the tea mug away from Teyla. "You've done well. Sleep now so that you may keep vigil again."

"But--"

"I will be a very careful guard."

Teyla smiled at him and then yawned. "Thank you." Gorrin watched her return to their tents; she would make a good leader one day. He sat the mug down where Teyla had been sitting and kept watch as the sun rose.

[tielan]

Ouch. I can totally see Teyla as a serious girl, taking her responsibilities seriously.

Lovely.

[greenconverses.livejournal.com]

Since I have to go class in a few and won't have to time to write you a drabble today, I'll post a little something from one of my Teyla the Vampire Slayer prequels that will never be finished. Figure you might need some inspiration for the team_sga fic. :D


He still had his back to her, a clear gesture of how much of a non-threat he thought her to be. He was wearing a dark shirt and jeans, and there didn’t appear to be a coat nearby. Then again, he probably didn’t need one. She slid onto the barstool next to him, immediately swiveling the seat so she could glare at him.

“Care to give me a reason why I should not stake you tonight?”

“Well, for one, it’s rude to dust someone in the middle of a drink,” Sheppard drawled, keeping his gaze straight ahead. He was staring at his non-reflection in the mirror above the bar. “Bloody Mary, extra blood. Want one?”

“Funny,” Teyla said, narrowing her eyes as he took a drink. She couldn’t smell any blood, so he was just trying to get a rise out of her. “Tell me what you are doing here.”

“Checking out the Colorado Springs singles scene,” he sighed melodramatically, swirling his drink. “Eternal existence just isn’t the same without someone to share it with.”

“That is rather sleazy of you,” she sniffed. “Most of the girls here are how many years younger than you?”

“Two hundred and forty-five,” Sheppard said automatically, taking a long swallow of his drink.

Teyla arched an eyebrow, filing away that bit of information for Sam and Liz to digest later. Sheppard was much older than any of them had anticipated; he’d be hard to beat in a fight if it came to that.

“Yes, that is incredibly sleazy. Not to mention illegal. But when are you vampires not?”

“Being nice takes the fun out of things,” he replied. “I see you found yourself a date tonight. Admirable young man, asking the scary Slayer out for Valentine’s – ”

“If you even think of hurting him – ”

“Hey, it’s not me you have to worry about,” Sheppard said, surprisingly defensive. He twisted on his seat, looking at her at last. “You better hope your boy can defend himself, otherwise he’s going to make one tasty snack for Michael and his buddies. Does he know about your Slayer gig?”

Teyla did not meet his eyes, ashamed of being chastised by a vampire, of all people, and he snorted.

“You should know better, getting him involved without letting him know the risks. Do you think it’s fair to let him risk his life just so you can have your very own boy toy?”

“It isn’t, but neither is telling me that I must go without romance for the rest of my short life,” she said quietly. “If I choose to keep seeing him, I will bear the burden of my choices and protect him.”

Sheppard downed the last of his drink and leaned over the counter, looking for a bartender. He caught the attention of a sweaty, nervous looking one and waved him over.

“I’d like a Budweiser,” Sheppard said. The waiter nodded and scrambled back to the middle of the bar. “You’re not going to stay with him, you know.”

“You know what they say about people who assume,” Teyla replied, affronted by his attitude. “You barely know me, let alone Evan.”

“But I know Slayers.”

That he did. Liz had discovered that Sheppard had killed at least three Slayers in his time, more than most vampires in the books. Knowing that she had allied herself with someone who could and had overpowered women like her before made Teyla deathly nervous. If she had known what she was getting into when she had agreed to be his ally…

“You’re all alike. You say you want a nice boy, one who hasn’t been exposed to the violence of your lifestyle, but then when you get that boy, you realize what a drag it is. Protecting him, shielding his innocence from all the bad things in the world,” Sheppard was smirking now, the expression twisting his features. “Soon enough, you’ll dump that nice boy and turn to the man who can fight, who can handle your strength and worships you for it. You want a man who has a little bit of darkness in him, just like...”

“You?” Teyla suggested dryly, watching his expression cloud. “Sorry, but I do not date out of my species.”

[tielan]

“You?” Teyla suggested dryly, watching his expression cloud. “Sorry, but I do not date out of my species.”

*LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS*

That last line made me roffle. Perfectly Teyla.

Now I hate you. I still want to write my version of Teyla-the-Vampire-Slayer. :)

whole

[harriet-spy.livejournal.com]

John stood awkwardly in the doorway with empty hands, watching her. "You don't have to do this."

She brutally cut into her hair with the scissors. Where she was going, she would not have the luxury of caring for it. "Yes, I do."

"This--this wasn't your fault."

There was conviction in his voice, but she did not know how there could be. He had to know the truth as well as she did. "I did not protect my people. Instead, I brought down catastrophe upon them, then sat idly by, safe while they suffered. In the end, I could do nothing to save them. They look at me as a stranger, and they are right."

She cut another long tendril loose. It fell to the ground with a slight thump. John winced at the sound. "They'll change their minds, Teyla. They've been through a lot."

"Even if they would have me, I could not return to them, John. Kanaan is lost. My child is gone from me. I only want one thing now; to see my enemy dead at my feet."

"Isn't--" John looked down, and then up again, dark eyes suddenly making a guarded appeal. "Isn't there anything on Atlantis you want?"

From him, it hurt worse than mockery. They had played the games of children when they were well past the age for it, and Athos had paid. And even now, he thought they could continue. "Atlantis once offered me promise, John, but like most promises, it has proven as empty as the air it was spoken with."

John's expression darkened. "Well, then, maybe you should go."

She brushed the last hair off her shoulders and shouldered her pack. "There is no maybe about it."

As she went past him in the doorway, he grabbed her shoulder. "Teyla. He'll kill you."

In truth, she did not know what the end of her journey would be, but she would not tell him that. "No, he will not."

"How do you know?"

"He is still divided. That will make him weak. But I--" She lifted his hand from her shoulder and squeezed his fingers slightly before letting go. She could do that now. "For the first time in a long time, I am whole."

Re: whole

[tielan]

Oh, ow.

You do enjoy putting Teyla and John at clashing odds with each other - which is understandable since you do it so well!

Thank you. :)

[ryf.livejournal.com]

Too busy with genficathon story right now to even write a drabble (this was due today, right? *looks at 1,000 words...*), but congratulations on the femme_fic story!

...

I don't think I ever really posted my Rodney/Teyla fic, did I? It's Rodney POV, but it's got a bit of Teyla...

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Rodney McKay wasn't used to attention. Well, he was, but not this kind of attention. He was used to people listening to him talk, either because of curiosity or (sometimes he thought more often) because of fear of his reaction when he realised nobody was listening. But attention to him as a person was not something he experiences regularly.

Especially not from a woman. And from a damn attractive woman at that. Teyla was certainly not the kind of woman that was usually interested in someone like him. At least in his experience.

It took his brilliant (by his own claims) brain all of two second to think this and a further ten seconds to recover from the shock enough to be able to stutter a reply.

"You... I mean, did you just..."

Teyla raised an eyebrow and looked at him intensely in a way that did nothing to ease his stuttering. “Yes, Rodney?”

Rodney’s brain was still working overtime. He opened his mouth to reply, closed it again and finally blurted out “Did you just ask me out on a date?” He knew how he sounded and he didn’t like it; women made him way too nervous and this woman… had a way of making him even more nervous than Samantha Carter. And there has been a time when he hadn’t consider that a possibility because Samantha Carter made him way too nervous just by existing.

“I believe I just did,” Teyla replied. “If this makes you uncomfortable in any way we can just forget I asked,” she added.

“No, no, no, I…,” Rodney started, then realised he didn’t know how that sentence was supposed to end. But finally, the part of his brain that was responsible for normal speech kicked in. “I didn’t think you would be… interested.” He hoped that for Athosians, asking someone out on a date like this meant that they were indeed interested. Otherwise, this would end like the time he thought his lab partner in his sophomore year had asked him out when she had only wanted to copy his notes. He had been so excited and then… He cut off this train of thought – he knew it lead nowhere.

Teyla smiled and Rodney thought his heart might skip a beat. “I think you either underestimate yourself or you do not know me that well.”

Rodney didn’t know what to reply to that and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence until Rodney realised he still hadn’t actually answered her question. “Then maybe we should get to know each other better?” His voice was too high and his words came out too fast, but there was nothing he could do about that. Rodney didn’t understand how Teyla could remain this calm. Then again, she was calm in a lot f situations in which he would be anything but calm.

“That would be wonderful. You can pick me up at my quarters at eight then.”

He nodded and smiled at her, knowing that the longer a conversation like this lasted, the higher the probability he would say something incredible stupid. And he didn’t want that.

“See you at eight, then.”

Rodney watched Teyla give him another smile and then turn and walk away. He was still a bit shocked, but also… pleased. And strangely excited.

As he wandered off in the direction of the science labs, he found himself mentally going through his wardrobe deciding on what to wear. This was indeed new.

[tielan]

*laughs*

Yes, I can see Rodney being entirely like that. Lovely characterisation and a wonderful cheer-me-up.

[never-at-home.livejournal.com]

I haven't written fanfic or anything like that in a very long time, but here goes...

Daniel looked over at the sleeping boy, all comfortably wrapped in soft blue baby blankets, his little chest rising and falling, his face almost glowing with contentment, and a slight smile on his full, red lips. He couldn’t help but think of baby Shifu, as the tiny Harsesis looked up at him with adoring, curious eyes, grasping the material of his shirt, almost begging him not to let go. He’d be safer with her, and I promised Sha’re, dear Sha’re, that he’d be safe, but I don’t want to let go of the one last…

Teyla entered the room as quietly as she could and watched the man as he watched her child sleeping. It was a sad look on his face, yet she’d come to recognize that often this man appeared sad when he thought no one else was looking.

He looked up as she approached the two. “Teyla, I, I didn’t hear you come in.” He stood and she tried to tell it was okay, but he was too fast. “He’s asleep; fast asleep.” Daniel smiled.

“He presented no problems?” Teyla asked as she picked up some of her son’s new toys from the top of her bed, which was now quite untidy from Daniel’s time with her son. He had insisted that it was no problem to keep an eye on the infant as she attended an unexpected team meeting. She was certain she’d only be gone for a little while and then they could pick up on his interview with her about the Ring Ceremony and the Tea Ceremony and all things Athosian.

“He didn’t seem very interested in the first few pages of my geological report on M3X-328, but as soon as I started reading about your people, he was as all ears … until it was time for a diaper change, and well, you know how that goes…” Daniel smiled. Yes, he knew how to change diapers, just like he knew how to deliver babies. He suddenly grew quiet, shook his head ever so slightly, and started to pick up his papers from the bed. “Um, let me just get these in some kind of order…”

“Please, take your time. I took the liberty of bringing us something to eat,” she said as she pointed to a tray that she had placed on the table inside the door as she entered. Daniel was embarrassed that he hadn’t noticed.

“Oh!” he said as he stared at the tray. “I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“It was the least I could do for your effort…”

“No effort. I mean, no trouble at all.”

They smiled at each other as they continued to clean off the top of Teyla’s bed. She had been given larger quarters now that she was a mother. When everything was put away, Teyla brought the tray over and set it on the table near the balcony window. “We could eat outside. I believe the air is fresh and calm,” she said as she turned to look out the window. He saw it then, a sadness in her eyes as she looked out beyond the railing.

Daniel approached her slowly and then placed a hand on her shoulder as he gazed out the window from behind her. Quietly, he stood there until she turned around and looked up into his eyes. She saw familiarity with loss there. “What do you know of –“

“I know,” he replied softly as he touched his forehead to hers and they both sighed.

NOTE: I imagined that Daniel and Teyla would be able to share in a lot of things when I heard that Michael Shanks was visiting Atlantis before "The Kindred" aired. I had assumed that Teyla and her son were the last of the Athosians and that Daniel was there to record the traditions of the Athosians. I also imagined that he was looking for a history of the Ancients in the stories, traditions, and songs of the Athosians who worshipped the Ancestors.

[tielan]

Cool! I can easily see Daniel and his preoccupation with the Athosian culture. He'd definitely start with Teyla, though, even now that her people are found. She has a cultural framework of Earth from which he can more easily absorb her own culture, and then I imagine she'd take him out to her people.

I hope they do something like this in the episode in which Daniel is supposed to come to Atlantis. I don't imagine they will, though. :(

[kjog.livejournal.com]

Teyla held it in front of herself in extended arms. Her fingers gently encircled the tiny creature's rib cage and supported it under its armpits. The kitten slouched until its front paws extended straight out from face level and its orange-striped legs hung uselessly, exposing a soft white belly. Green eyes closed slowly and it purred contentedly.

"Aww, he likes you."

Colonel Sheppard had invited Teyla over to his apartment to meet 'a new friend' after their briefing at the SGC. She had walked through the front door in time to see an orange and white flash fly into the kitchen and skid to a halt in front of a bowl on the ground, meowing pitifully. Sheppard looked smitten and gave the cat a helping of fishy-smelling food.

"Yet he was attacking my hand mere seconds ago." Small red gouges marred her right hand. She handed the kitten to Sheppard and walked to the kitchen sink to rinse her hand off.

"Yeah, they do that. You've really never seen a cat before?"

"I have seen many large felines on various worlds, but none have been successfully domesticated. Many trading partners of my people keep pets, but they are similar to either Earth chickens or dogs."

Sheppard grimaced. He'd seen the small dogs that were kept as pets throughout Pegasus; they looked like pugs and yapped like pomeranians. Sheppard had taken to calling them 'puggeranians' in his head, and avoided them whenever possible. They tended to smell like cabbage.

Convinced that the bleeding had slowed, she took the kitten back, cradling it hesitantly to her breast. It purred and nudged her chin with his wet nose. Then it flipped out of her arms and tore across the room, bouncing off the sliding glass door that led to a small patio.

"He hasn't quite figured out glass yet," Sheppard noted wryly.

The kitten jumped onto the coffee table and leaped again, landing on top of the TV. One more hop had it tottering slightly as it balanced on top of an open closet door. The look of triumph in its eyes spoke volumes of prideful accomplishment.

Teyla stared in bewilderment at the small creature, obviously the king of all within his sight. "I do not understand this animal at all."

Sheppard shrugged. "He's just having fun. He still needs a name. Do you want to give him one?"

"Naming an animal is a great honor among my people, shared only with family and close friends."

"Teyla Emmagan," Sheppard addressed her formally, "would you do me the honor of naming my cat?"

She glanced at the kitten, gazing coolly down from his lofty perch, then back to Sheppard. With a gleam in her eye, she answered.

"It would indeed be my honor. I shall name him John."

The kitten tried to stretch on his narrow strip of wood and promptly fell off the door. He bounced to his feet and started licking himself purposefully.

John turned to Teyla, glaring.

Teyla laughed.



***

First Stargate fic evar.

*runs and hides*

[tielan]

Humour! Cuteness! Catness!

Lovely! :)

[rushingwind.livejournal.com]

Teyla fic? It's short, but here you go:

Goddess in the Details (http://rushingwind.livejournal.com/37995.html).

I owed you Teyla fic from way back when, and after reading your last post I wanted to write this for you. I love Teyla as a character, and I tried to summarize my feelings for her in this.