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11/07/2005: "Nano Day 4-6"

music: "Ride Forever" Paul Gross
mood: hurried

Day 5 definitely went by without anything being written, as that was the most intensive day for filming. It was also International Drink Stupid Ex-Boyfriends Off Your Mind night. Day 4 could've in fact been what I posted for Day 3. WHoops. Oh well. Day 6 doesn't have as much written for that, but I blame that on Little Hal's habit of going "Oh wait, I'm not plugged in... even though I am! XD"

Stupid Hal.

So yeah, low word count. I think if I double my word count the next few days I'll catch up (and subsequently leave little Miss DD in the dust. Nyehhhh! (She'll eventually find this journal).

Oh yes, and I opened up Gateworld with the specific goal of figuring out if the thing in "Trinity" was Project Arcturus or spelled some other way. So that's probably another glaring error, if any of you SGAHC people find this place.

And now, I am officially caught up on blogging. (Hopefully) Tonight's writings will be added tomorrow.

Word Count: 987
Total Word Count (according to Word): 6199

Chapter Three:

“You can’t seriously believe he is some ten thousand year folk hero,” Rodney scoffed.

“He may not be the Shaffer of long ago, but they bear such a close resemblance. Perhaps he is a reincarnation.”

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Please.”

Teyla put a hand out to stop McKay before he caused an interplanetary incident. “I believe what Dr. McKay is trying to say is that we find it difficult to believe Colonel Sheppard is the man your legends speak of, whether he is the reincarnation or the original.”

“I just said that, didn’t I?” Rodney muttered to Sheppard, who gave him a glare that clearly told him to shut up. McKay clenched his jaw and started staring at the decorations on the wall again. Project Arturo had created sore feelings not only for Sheppard, but him as well. It was hard being treated like a fifth wheel again, despite his desire to redeem himself in his friend’s eyes. Maybe treated was too harsh a word, but the cold attitude was really starting to get old.

His eyes wandered through the pots, clay slabs, and stone carvings again, until they rested on the odd piece of the collection he had spotted earlier. It was smoother than the other objects on the wall, and was familiar. It was hard to make out what it was at this distance. He squinted, trying to get a better look, ignoring the conversation his team was having, since it didn’t seem he was allowed to be part of it anyway.

“We realize that your people are in a dire situation, just as the rest of the galaxy. I am sure that after discussing the situation over with our leader we can come up with some sort of way to provide you with assistance,” Teyla continued, “but we do not wish to mislead you. Colonel Sheppard is a normal man, just like any of your people. It is unfair to think he can save your people because he resembles the man of your legends.”

“I understand this Miss Emmagen, but you must understand that to my people he represents hope. I am unsure that they will be able to see him in another light.”

“Whoa whoa, let’s not start talking about me like I’m not here,” Sheppard interjected, much to Teyla’s annoyance. She tried not to let her mask of patience slip, but Colonel Sheppard had not proven to be very skilled at negotiations thus far. “Elder Barclay, let us return to the Stargate so we can talk to our people.”

Barclay looked stricken. “You wish to leave already?”

“No no, we won’t leave – yet. But we have to talk with our leader. She is expecting us back in a few hours, so we need to get in touch with her anyway. We have to get any trade or alliance agreements approve by her.”

“I understand,” he agreed reluctantly. “During your absence, I will try to talk to my people. I am sure they will be willing to accept any help your people are willing to offer.”

Silently, McKay rose from the table, stepping away even as Sheppard made a move to grab him. With an annoyed sigh he let his hand drop. He seriously needed to invest in a leash specifically designed for cranky wandering astrophysicists. Raising his head he shot the scientist a glare. “McKay, you mind?”

“What’s this?” McKay pointed to the piece that had caught his eye, as he continued to approach. He suddenly stopped eyes widening. “Where’d you get this.”

Barclay frowned. “It was found in the ruins of the old capital.”

“McKay.” When Sheppard said the name it was both a question and a demand for whatever was on the scientist’s mind.

McKay lightly touched the piece on the wall. “It’s Ancient.”

“Ancient?” Barclay echoed confused. “Well yes it is very old, but I don’t understand…”

“It looks like an interface for something. I’ve seen millions of these within the walls of…” McKay trailed off, realizing he was about to give away the location of their origin. He shook his head, trying to recover. “I’ve seen them before. Classic Ancient design.”

“So…” Sheppard waved a hand, waiting for McKay to get to the point.

“Those energy readings I was getting earlier might be some Ancient device. Tell me,” he turned to Barclay, “did any of the people of Atlantis, other than that statue guy, come here?”

Barclay’s eyes widened in understand. “Ah, yes. There were several inhabitants of Atlantis that visited our planet, even a few that had residences here. Are these the Ancients that you speak of?”

“Yes yes. I need to get to the city, ten to one that’s where those energy readings again.”

“McKay.” It was spoken as an annoyed statement again.

“It is possible to visit the ruins. My people do not out of respect for our ancestors… but if it would please Colonel Sheppard, I think we can arrange for a guide.”

Sheppard squirmed uncomfortably, covering it up by glaring at McKay, who stared back, nonplussed.

“I can go with them, check out this energy reading. Who knows what it could be, maybe something important—”

“Like Arturus?”

McKay visibly flinched at that, but didn’t acknowledge it. “Like maybe a reason why it’s taken the Wraith so long to find this place. I don’t see why I can’t do that while you go hike back to the gate to tell Weir about your new found fame.”

Sheppard let out an annoyed breath. “Because you wandering off alone always leads to trouble.”

“Then let Ronon or Teyla come with me. You don’t need two body guards to fend off your adoring public. Besides,” McKay’s confident gaze softened to something akin to pleading, “anything that can deter the Wraith from a planet would be a benefit to everyone in Pegasus.”

“He is right Colonel,” Teyla agreed softly.