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11/22/2005: ""

The last of the original write-a-thon, before I took off on a different tangent today (that has produced eight pages. Yeah baby! Maybe I'm back on track? ) Anyhoo, this whole part will have to be rewritten, but I'll still include it for now.

Ronon is now officially written out of the grand adventures to the past, but that's all right. I'm sure he'll have a lot more fun in the present kicking peasant ass--er-- I mean, teaching everyone how to fight. I'm currently gmailing everything back and forth to myself so I have access to the story at whatever computer I'm at (will have to change that for Wednesday... or print out the in-progress part and *shudder* physically write things)

But speaking up for this part, I do like Teyla's reaction, even if for some reason it wasn't jiving well either. There was just too much panic on both sides for it to work for me, but in reality I know I'd be all "OMGWTF!" if, well, anything from SGA happened. Bad example.

But really liking my current tangent, it provides a lot more whumping opportunities, and everyone's not so sugar coated. That, and my snark meter was up to the max tonight. Will post probably tomorrow or before airplane adventures begin on Wednesday. Woo! Fun!

Word Count: 591
Total Word Count Before I Got Derailed and Hopped on Another Track: 15,336

Her legs ached with the effort, and her chest burned as she ate up the space between her and the gate. Finally she slowed her pace, only so she would not collapse before she was able to deliver her message. As she slowed she took note of her surroundings, altering her course so she would not wind up wasting valuable time.

Even though she traveled slower, the scenery still passed by at almost a blur. Finally though, she arrived at the Stargate, coming to rest at the DHD. She didn’t waste time catching her breath, but instead punched in the address to Atlantis as quickly as she could.

The swoosh of the engaging wormhole rushed past her. Still breathing heavily she keyed in her IDC, hearing the confident voice of Dr. Weir sound over her radio.

“This is Atlantis. Teyla, good to hear from you, although I was expecting the call later today. Did you find out what you needed?”

“No,” Teyla keyed her radio so she could be heard, her breathing audible over the line, “something has gone terribly wrong Dr. Weir. Colonel Sheppard, Dr. McKay and Ronon… they have disappeared…”

“Disappeared?”

“I believe the Colonel activated the machine that Dr. McKay and Ronon found. There was a bright flash of light, and when it disappeared, they were gone.”

“Gone?”

“I checked everywhere, they were not in the city, and there was no way they could have traveled to the village without me knowing. It is like they vanished.”

“It’s all right Teyla, we’ll find them. I’ll organize a team and send them immediately.”

“Thank you Dr. Weir.”

“And Teyla?”

“Yes?” The Athosian panted.

“You can breathe. Don’t worry, they can’t have gone far.”

Teyla nodded wearily, leaning against the DHD. “I hope you are right.”

* * * * *

Rodney didn’t like it. Not that he liked many of the situations they found themselves in, but this one was certainly ranking high on the suck-o-meter. They had been flung ten thousand years into the past, which apparently wasn’t far enough to find any other people with scientific knowledge or skills, and to top it off, he was hungry. He had decided he was going to take a lunch break before Sheppard got all touchy-feely and tossed them into another millennia.

What he also didn’t like was that he wasn’t getting any readings close to those before the device had been activated. In fact, he wasn’t getting any energy signatures at all, which could mean several things, many of them bad, not being limited to the machine somehow breaking upon their arrival in this lovely century.

He didn’t care for their current company either. While he was glad they weren’t falling down at Sheppard’s feet, he also didn’t appreciate their lack of grooming, or the evil gtare that one lady kept giving him. He gave her his best unimpressed stare, but his heart wasn’t really into it. He wanted to get to the Stargate, not chat with the locals to confirm what he already knew.

Up ahead, Sheppard was hiding his unease better, but he was no more happy with their predicament than McKay. The first thing for them to do was to ease the mind of the locals here, who were very obviously not the same ones they encountered before (which didn’t help Ronon’s theory on things). The next step after that was to get to the Stargate and dial Atlantis. If McKay was right, then at the very least they’d get a hold of the Ancients themselves.