fic?

[tielan]

Anyone up for writing me comment-fic? Teyla or Shep/Teyla by preference.

Pwease?

Comments

[majorsamfan.livejournal.com]

What's "comment-fic"???

[tielan]

A short fic. One that fits in a comment.

[majorsamfan.livejournal.com]

I had every intent of following up your response with one of those...and got distracted. Mentalpause. Sorry!

[tielan]

It's okay. It worked out fine. :)

Thank you for being willing to!

[irony-rocks.livejournal.com]

Late at night, when Teyla curls up against John's bare chest and holds him in her sleep more securely then she would ever have held him awake, she dreams that her father disapproves. Sometimes, she can hear his voice in the recesses of her mind. It is faint, but the deep timber is entirely unmistakable. He asks her what she is doing. He asks her if she has forgotten her people. He asks her if she has mistaken strangers for her own.

Even the smallest moments of selfishness make her feel unworthy to carry the heavy mantel of leadership that she has beared since the tender age of 16. Her father had taught her the meaning of sacrifice. He taught her to catch others, even if she must fall.

When she sleeps with John, she feels like she is the one falling.

It shames her to admit that she likes the feeling.

[tielan]

Ooh. Nice! Thank you! I love the bit about catching and falling. Sweet!

Erm, just for future reference, it's "mantle", not "mantel" and "borne", not "beared".

[irony-rocks.livejournal.com]

hehe. Even for comment fics I need a beta. lol. Thanks for the tip.

[tielan]

*hugs*

Am already feeling a bit better.

[fugacious-love.livejournal.com]

*pokes muse* Must you ask for Shep/Teyla and Teyla when my mind is currently stuck in Ronon/Weir? ;)

But I'll think of something just because you ask. ^^

ooh...angst just hit me. *goes off to write*

[tielan]

*hugs*

It's mostly to do with my state of mind right now. And there's never enough Teyla fic or Shep/Teyla fic in fandom.

[fugacious-love.livejournal.com]

=/ *hugs you*

And several hours later, I have a drabble. Also, keep in mind Teyla is definitely the character I feel least comfortable writing and that it’s 4:15 in the morning here. :) And this takes place during “Conversion”.

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She remembers the Wraith taking her parents when she was not yet five years old; Charin became her guardian then, a parent of sorts, but never a replacement. For on Athos, children learned early the lessons of sacrifice and pain; it was nearly a rite of passage to lose a loved one.

Yet, Teyla had never been able to accept loss at the hands of the Wraith in the way her people had; it was in her nature to fight against them no matter what the consequences. She had led her people when they ran and hid from the Wraith’s cullings, but in her heart, she knew hiding could not last forever.

The man in front of her had changed, mutated into something barely recognizable as John Sheppard.

And she would do all she could to fight against the monster inside him, for she was not ready to lose yet another to the Wraith.

[tielan]

Oh, beautiful! Angsty and I like the reflection on Teyla's culture and the Athosians.

And your Teyla-voice sounds okay by me!

[lacenire.livejournal.com]

I cannot believe he did that.

I cannot believe he risked our future for the sake of some distant country’s policy. *We* are here *now*, and the choices made affect *us*, not some country millions of light years away!

Now…I can only stare incredulously, as he rises off the ground, as young and vigorous as before.

The Wraith said it was a Gift, the life it had returned. A gift indeed! *He* had almost ended *us* before *we* truly began!

The others rush to help him, and he focuses on everyone but me, refusing to meet the accusation in my eyes. I cannot change the way I feel, I have lost so much already; how could he have so easily given that order?

“Don’t do it!” he had shouted, and my world came crashing down.

Watching that Wraith suck the life out of him, was the hardest thing I have ever had to endure. With each feeding he died a little more, and I died with him.

And now…

Now I can only stare incredulously as he rises off the ground, as young and vigorous as before!

[tielan]

Oh, ow.

Yeah, there should be some interesting fic from Teyla and John/Teyla fans after Common Ground!

Thank you!

[ladyjax.livejournal.com]

When Teyla walks through the gate, her clothes are torn; there's a
slow-bleeding cut above one eye and her arms are scratched. Her staves are strapped across her back and a knife is clutched in one hand.

John pauses on the steps of the gate room, his eyes riveted on her battered form.

"Teyla."

He knows she hears him but Teyla keeps walking. Up the stairs, past him, to where Jinto stands in front of the amber windows.

Teyla goes to one knee before Jinto and and wipes the knife on her pants before handing it to the boy. "It is done," she says quietly.

The carefully constructed facade of young adulthood crumbles when Jinto throws his arms around her neck and lets out the first real cry that John has heard since the moment word came that Halling had been betrayed off-planet.

She rose from their bed and began to dress, eschewing her Atlantean uniform for well worn dark leather pants, a shirt made of homespun, a vest and a pair of leather boots.

He sat up, the sheet pooling around his waist as he watched her take the staves out of the rack.

"I want to go with you," John said. Teyla didn't turn around.

"You cannot."

John slipped out of bed. When he reached her, he pulled her back against him, holding her tight.

"Then come back to me."

It feels like a lifetime until Jinto masters his tears, pressing his forehead against Teyla's. Only when the two separate and Teyla gets to her feet does John walk back up the stairs to stand beside her.

He gently slips the staves from their harness and and holds out his hand.

When Teyla's fingers grasp his own, John knows she's home.

[tielan]

Love it. The angst, the revenge scenario, John being willing to sit back and let her do what she has to...

*huge hugs*

Thank you!

[ladyjax.livejournal.com]

I don't know what it is but something about the image of Teyla on the vengence trail facinates me.

Glad you liked!

[monanotlisa.livejournal.com]

Great snippet.

Not a J/T shipper, but I simply adored this side of Teyla. I remember Trinity -- her words, her *understanding* of Ronon's revenge -- and this just fits, so very well.

[ladyjax.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'm not all that big a J/T shipper either so I have to work hard at it.

I like this side of Teyla also: the one that will go out and dispense justice as she sees fit, who understands when and why you would do so.

[snoggingpicard.livejournal.com]

Okay, here goes!

He stares at the muddy pool of gravy, rivulets of it wending their way through a mountain of pasty mashed potatoes, imitation carrots, and a craggy slab of meatloaf. He's not hungry, and he isn't there by choice, which makes the food that much more unappetizing.

Carson had finally sent him away from the infirmary, having tired of both his pacing and his endless barrage of questions. John supposed he could have caused a scene and flat-out refused to leave, but it wouldn't have helped the situation. The doctor was tense enough, and they needed him with the clearest head possible right now.

The mess hall is empty and silent, which leaves him alone with his thoughts and memories as he waits for news.

He would have preferred company.

It's all too easy to remember this way. The mingled sound of gunfire and her screams. The stark tactile contrast of slick blood, hair, and flak jacket. The heavy deadweight of Teyla and Carson's peppering questions.

Too much blood too much too much too much.

IVs and transfusions, scissors and bone, sutures and screams.

toomuch toomuch toomuch

He presses his palms to his eyes, biting his tongue to keep from screaming, his pulse hammering through his veins. One mistake. And now this.

Light footfall by the doorway reaches his ears, and his head snaps up to greet Carson, who's making his way across the empty room toward his table. John can't read his expression, and he isn't sure he wants to. He steels himself for whatever news he is about to receive as the doctor slides into the seat across from him. At that moment he's not sure what is louder -- the blood rushing through his ears or the echo of her screams.

toomuchtoomuchtoomuch.

[tielan]

Ow. That's nasty.

*g*

Thanks, hon. :)

[cherryblosomjen.livejournal.com]

Are you still in the mood for more ficlets?

[tielan]

I'm always in the mood for ficlets!

Got anything you wanna put forth? *g*

Early Morning Voices

[cherryblosomjen.livejournal.com]

Disclaimer: Keep in mind this is my first Stargate fic. ever. I'm more of a reader than a writer for the fandom and am doing this mostly because I read so much of your stuff, it's only fair to give back -- however pathetic. *Deep breath* Here it is.

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John crept onto the balcony just before the dawn's light could peak over the horizon.

It was his favorite time of day and was worth the twenty minutes of tossing in bed he lost to be able to see it. When the expedition first arrived -- unsure of what lied ahead in this entirely new galaxy -- seeing the hues of gold and pink and orange slowly flood the city, which then sparkled like stars after emerging from the sea, had answered any question in John's mind about the journey being worth the trip.

"It's beauty never fades, does it?"

John turned at the sound of her voice. He'd thought he was alone.

"No, it doesn't."

She sat curled up on the bench, a large mug in her hands. He could smell the musky blend of the Athosian tea as he moved to sit beside her.

"You come here often?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

She smiled. "Not as often as you. But, at times." She paused and shifted her gaze back to the horizon. "When I need to think, or rather when I'd prefer not to think."

He sank into the bench. "I know the feeling."

"Beckett keeps telling me I need to sleep. But every time I do I hear Job's voice in my head."

Teyla's brow furrowed. "Job?"

"My name for the Wraith who.. you know."

"Ah."

"I never found out his name. When we met, I didn't exactly have plans to ask him. Now I wish I had, so I could tell him to shut up. I can't close my eyes without hearing 'There is much you do not know about the Wraith.'" John deepened his voice in imitation and Teyla smiled awkwardly.

"I sometimes see Michael in my dreams."

He felt something strange clench inside him, not sure what to think of that. Michael was another subject John did not like to think about. Michael and Teyla least of all.

"Sometimes in the dream he is human and we spar or talk like trusted friends. But more often than not, he is Wraith."

She closed her eyes and sipped at her tea before continuing. "What disturbs me most is that in the dream it does not matter. Whether he appears Human or Wraith -- our relationship is the same -- we eat, we joke, we fight, it is a... a friendship."

John could see her jaw clench with the last words.

Being haunted by the concept that the Wraith were people, or at least somehow worthy of life, was eerie to him. What must it be like for her, who spent her life hating them, fighting them, running from them?

The sun, now placed firmly in the sky, beat down on them -- beautiful in a sense but not consoling in the way the early dawn had been.

"You know what we need, don't you?"

Teyla looked at him, quzzically.

"Pancakes. Hot off the griddle and smothered in maple syrup. And Butter."

She smiled, despite herself. "That does sound appetizing. Perhaps we should make our way to the mess hall?"

John followed her from the balcony, stealing one last look at the view. He hoped to leave the questions roaming in his head behind the doors.

Re: Early Morning Voices

[tielan]

Hey, it was fine! Thoughtful and nicely introspective, but not too much - which is just right for John. Thanks for the fic. *hugs*

And, since I might as well:

unsure of what lied ahead in this entirely new galaxy - should be "unsure of what lay ahead..."

And it would be "Its beauty never..." - no apostrophe.

Re: Early Morning Voices

[cherryblosomjen.livejournal.com]

*beams* Thanks.

In the unlikely event that I write another Atlantis piece -- will you beta for me?

Re: Early Morning Voices

[tielan]

Sure! :)

Re: Early Morning Voices

[nath-42.livejournal.com]

This is good. A glimps of their thoughts in the early morning, common thoughts I might say ; they both shared 'friendship' with a wraith (in a way).

[doxymom.livejournal.com]

Hey, Tielan, do you mind if I post a link to this thread on the JT fic lists so others can read the ficlets too? :-) I'm trying to come up with one for you also, but my muse hasn't been very cooperative lately.

Doxymom

[tielan]

Sure you can! They should get feedback for some lovely work!

[doxymom.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'll post now so others can come and read. I see you've been busy writing. Yay! I'll try to read them all as I get spare time.

:-) Have a wonderful night!

Doxy

Loving all the pieces here

[(Anonymous)]

Loving all the pieces that has been put up here,,,
Well done all of you...
There just isn't enough John/Teyla or Teyla fics out there,,
wish there could be more,,,since John and Teyla are two of my biggest favorites on the show...

So thanks to all for posting something for our two lovely characters...

Nina

[rushingwind.livejournal.com]

You write such pretty fic yourself that I will write my first ever Shep/Teyla fic for you (even if it is an entire month after you posted). ^_^ I'm normally a Shep/Weir fan, but I sat down a few weeks ago to try to understand Shep/Teyla, and I swear to god the ship is starting to take me over. ^_^

Also, do you mind if I friend you?

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Teyla tipped her head curiously. "Why is this structure upside down?"

John flicked a piece of popcorn up in the air, valiantly attempting to catch it in his mouth--but failing. After wasting two more golden kernels, he turned his head towards her. "Well it's the 'Believe it or Not' museum. They specialize in weird."

Her lips curled into a smile. "I thought you were going to take me to Disneyworld?"

He choked on his popcorn. "Ah, well..." He laughed nervously. "See, there was a completely unforseeable issue that involved the Magic Kingdom being closed today..."

She knew full well that what he actually meant was 'I didn't check ahead and I'm sorry.' Her face lit up, especially when he gave her his trademark innocent look. "I'm sure it was unavoidable," she managed to say in a steady voice.

"Hey, give me a break! I was in another galaxy." John gave her a look of mock injury, but then he paused for a few seconds. When he turned back to her, his face was tinged with slight embarrassment. "Um...sorry?"

She gave him a lopsided smile before turning back to the peculiar building with interest. Looking down at the Orlando tourist book that John had purchased for her, she silently read the header: Ripley's Believe it or Not! Be shocked, be amazed! Believe the unbelievable!

"To be honest, I am quite curious as to some of these exhibits."

He perked up immediately. "Really? Hey, there's lots of cool stuff in there, you know. And--."

She held up a hand to stop him, her eyes still glued to the tourist guide. "John...?"

"Mmm?"

Her face twitched in horror. "What is an Aztec Shrunken Head?"

[tielan]

That? Is totally adorable. I love it!

Honestly, I'm okay with John and Teyla just as friends, too - it doesn't have to be directly romantic. In fact, in a lot of cases, I prefer it when it's friends-with-a-little-UST. Weird, I know!

Thank you for the ficlet! And yes, people are free to friend me. I'm not big on the automatic friending, though, although when people comment on my LJ, I'm more likely to go have a look at their journal from time to time as an irregular thing.