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Working title: A path through the blizzard (Part 3)
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starrylizard
Characters: Beckett, Weir
Rating: This part Teen, for other warnings see Part 1
Author notes: Thanks torinkle for beta-reading. Sorry this is a little short. I meant to post the next part with it too, but I haven't managed to get it beta-read just yet.
Rodney looked terrified, yet still managed to scowl, as he was held tight between two village ruffians; a rudimentary, yet no doubt effective, firearm was aimed squarely at his temple. Sheppard had stopped fighting then. Standing still, adrenaline and effort making his chest heave with each breath, he shook with fury, but he couldn’t risk the death of a team member – of a friend. He lowered his weapon in surrender.
The moment they stepped through the event horizon, several sets of hands grabbed at them none too gently. Looking around, Carson noted that the hands belonged to several men and a woman, all dressed in the same warm fashion as the man who had brought them here. Carson noted with some surprise that the temperature here was not overly cool. Though it was noticeably more comfortable than the sticky heat of the previous planet, he was quite warm still in his off world uniform, his jacket tied around his waist. Yet these people wore clothes that suggested they had come from a very cold climate.
None of the Telesians spoke, but at a signal, they all obediently turned their backs on the gate and the DHD, as the same man that had collected them moved back toward the gate. Carson and Elizabeth were turned around as well and held with them, powerless to see the symbol address that they could now plainly hear being typed into the DHD. Obviously this was not there home world. The thought made Carson’s shoulders slump a little more, as his mind took in this new information and processed it ruthlessly. If Atlantis tried to find them, they could probably find someway to get the gate address to this planet from the villagers, or one of the scientists might manage to obtain the information from the DHD itself. From there though, it would become progressively harder to track them and with who knows how many gate addresses there were in this galaxy alone…
Carson shook his head feeling weary and defeated, but trying not to show it just yet. Elizabeth still stood with her back straight, looking almost regal were it not for the bonds and hands that held her captive. He had always known she was a strong-willed woman, but this experience was proving that beyond a doubt.
There was a whoosh of air and sound from behind them, as the wormhole initiated with a flash of brilliant blue that could be seen in the corner of his vision. Their handlers turned them back around to face the gate and they once again stepped through it. Three gate-hops later, the same procedure carried out at each stop, the Telesian woman hefted off the pack she carried and brought out two large coats of the type that flowed down to one’s ankles. They put Carson in mind of Ronon’s coat, though the fur lining in these would make them much warmer than the one Ronon wore.
“Put these on. You will need them,” the woman instructed, then fell silent once more. It was creepy the way these people remained silent unless absolutely necessary. If they had joked and chatted among themselves, it might have taken his mind off their predicament a little, allowed him to learn something about the people that now held them captive. Instead all he had was silence and too much time with his own thoughts and anxieties. By now, Carson was wound up so tight, he could feel every muscle in his aching body and he shook slightly with the useless overload of adrenaline his system was producing in preparation to fight or run, neither of which was currently possible.
Carson had already put on his own jacket against the evening chill of the world they now stood on. Elizabeth had refused his offer of it to her. He now pulled the heavy coat over the top, immediately feeling overly warm and flushed. He then helped Elizabeth settle the other coat over her shoulders, her good arm going into the sleeve, before he buttoned it up, thinking the whole time so this is the last stop then. Heaven help us.
They were turned around once more to face away from the DHD, as the leader entered the gate address and the wormhole engaged a final time.
They stepped through.
Author:
starrylizardCharacters: Beckett, Weir
Rating: This part Teen, for other warnings see Part 1
Author notes: Thanks to
rinkle for beta-reading. Sorry this is a little short. I meant to post the next part with it too, but I haven't managed to get it beta-read just yet. Rodney looked terrified, yet still managed to scowl, as he was held tight between two village ruffians; a rudimentary, yet no doubt effective, firearm was aimed squarely at his temple. Sheppard had stopped fighting then. Standing still, adrenaline and effort making his chest heave with each breath, he shook with fury, but he couldn’t risk the death of a team member – of a friend. He lowered his weapon in surrender.
The moment they stepped through the event horizon, several sets of hands grabbed at them none too gently. Looking around, Carson noted that the hands belonged to several men and a woman, all dressed in the same warm fashion as the man who had brought them here. Carson noted with some surprise that the temperature here was not overly cool. Though it was noticeably more comfortable than the sticky heat of the previous planet, he was quite warm still in his off world uniform, his jacket tied around his waist. Yet these people wore clothes that suggested they had come from a very cold climate.
None of the Telesians spoke, but at a signal, they all obediently turned their backs on the gate and the DHD, as the same man that had collected them moved back toward the gate. Carson and Elizabeth were turned around as well and held with them, powerless to see the symbol address that they could now plainly hear being typed into the DHD. Obviously this was not there home world. The thought made Carson’s shoulders slump a little more, as his mind took in this new information and processed it ruthlessly. If Atlantis tried to find them, they could probably find someway to get the gate address to this planet from the villagers, or one of the scientists might manage to obtain the information from the DHD itself. From there though, it would become progressively harder to track them and with who knows how many gate addresses there were in this galaxy alone…
Carson shook his head feeling weary and defeated, but trying not to show it just yet. Elizabeth still stood with her back straight, looking almost regal were it not for the bonds and hands that held her captive. He had always known she was a strong-willed woman, but this experience was proving that beyond a doubt.
There was a whoosh of air and sound from behind them, as the wormhole initiated with a flash of brilliant blue that could be seen in the corner of his vision. Their handlers turned them back around to face the gate and they once again stepped through it. Three gate-hops later, the same procedure carried out at each stop, the Telesian woman hefted off the pack she carried and brought out two large coats of the type that flowed down to one’s ankles. They put Carson in mind of Ronon’s coat, though the fur lining in these would make them much warmer than the one Ronon wore.
“Put these on. You will need them,” the woman instructed, then fell silent once more. It was creepy the way these people remained silent unless absolutely necessary. If they had joked and chatted among themselves, it might have taken his mind off their predicament a little, allowed him to learn something about the people that now held them captive. Instead all he had was silence and too much time with his own thoughts and anxieties. By now, Carson was wound up so tight, he could feel every muscle in his aching body and he shook slightly with the useless overload of adrenaline his system was producing in preparation to fight or run, neither of which was currently possible.
Carson had already put on his own jacket against the evening chill of the world they now stood on. Elizabeth had refused his offer of it to her. He now pulled the heavy coat over the top, immediately feeling overly warm and flushed. He then helped Elizabeth settle the other coat over her shoulders, her good arm going into the sleeve, before he buttoned it up, thinking the whole time so this is the last stop then. Heaven help us.
They were turned around once more to face away from the DHD, as the leader entered the gate address and the wormhole engaged a final time.
They stepped through.
