khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
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Gate Team 5 stared at the towel racks for a long thoughtful moment, abandoned by their native guide who had not quite ditched them in the middle of an alien jungle. An alien jungle that apparently knew how to accessorize.

"What do you suppose he meant by 'explosive growth'?"

Several fun-filled hours later they mastered the art of telling dead-and-thus-safely-inert seedpods from attractively-packaged-leafy-green-bundles-of-death. Actually, Matt had mastered the art of setting-off-explosions-from-a-distance-with-inappropriate-amounts-of-amusement, and Amy was working on poking-things-with-a-very-long-stick, in the hopes of securing a pinecone containing screws and not squirrels. Or whatever they were calling the bright orange rodents with a taste for metal and a nasty possessive streak. (Gate Team 5 had learned to stop suggesting names for wildlife in their mission reports, it just made Sam sigh heavily and pull out her red pen.)
khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: Why Botany and Xenobotany are Not The Same Thing
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
AU: Imaginary Gate Team 5
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG-13, Gen
SUMMARY: [livejournal.com profile] drabbles Day 21 Prompts: Noun/Object: Horse (Mule/Donkey/Zebra)

'I think it's a zebra.' )
khriskin: (scifi)
TITLE: By Any Other Name
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 621 words, PG, Gen
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: Sequel of sorts to Pegasus Logic for Beginners, plus obligatory cameos by Imaginary Gate Team 5. Written for the [livejournal.com profile] sga_flashfic Animal, Mineral, Vegetable challenge, but finished too late, alas.


The incoming marines aren't newbies by anyone's definition, Stargate Command knows better than to send anyone less than their best. )
khriskin: (Stargate)
TITLE: 100 Cranes (0/100)
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
AU: Imaginary Gate Team 5
LENGTH/RAITING: 140 words, PG-13
PARIING/WARNINGS: Ant/Amy, Post-death!fic
SUMMARY: Secrets she hadn’t meant anyone to see... Ant is packing Amy's things to send home to her parents when he finds something unexpected.

He hadn't meant to find them... )
khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: "Draco Fortuna Iuvat"
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
AU: Imaginary Gate Team 5
LENGTH/RAITING: 200 words, PG-13
PARIING/WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: (Title translates to Fortune Favors the Dragon, based on Fortune Favors the Bold motto of the 366th Air Expeditionary Fighter Wing.)


"Why are we doing this?"

"Uh, what?" Matt looked up from checking his gun (again) and gave McCravey a slightly worried look.

"Why are we doing," the scientist waved his arm encompassing the gateroom and Gate Team 5's assorted team members, "this?"

"Because they told us to?" Matt started to hand McCravey the extra glider kit then remembered what had happened last time and clipped it on to the geologist's rucksack himself.

"Yeah, but why?" McCravey tugged on the shoulder straps (again) and frowned as the marine finished adding an extra first aid kit beside the glider. "Ninety percent of the stuff we find out there just wants to kill us. It's like climbing mountains just to see if there's a dragon on top of them."

"I thought you liked dragons." Matt shouldered his own pack and gave Amy and Ant a ready-to-rumble nod.

"On paper--"

"Alright kids, quit griping," Trish herded her team into position as the gate whooshed open. "We've got a galaxy to explore and new and wondrous versions of space chicken to catch for dinner."

"Mmm, dragon the other other other other white meat." Matt grinned and ducked through the horizon before McCravey could retaliate.



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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: The Aliens Made Them Do It! (sorta)
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
AU: Imaginary Gate Team 5
LENGTH/RAITING: 167 words, PG-13
PARIING/WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: If only...


Trisha wonders sometimes, what it would be like. The other teams all have their stories of weird alien cultural traditions and trust rituals that end with self-depreciating laughter and a defense of 'the aliens made us do it!' She wonders what it would be like to have to make that choice, if she'd be strong enough to pick which two of her five would have to muddle their way through public embarrassment.

She wonders, but she knows it'll never happen; not to her team.

"Ooo! Pick me! Pick me!"
"You went last time Amy, it's my turn now."
"Yeah, but that was just a purification ritual, so that doesn't count. Tell him that doesn't count Trish; Matt got the last fertility rite he can't get this one too!"
"Not my fault you didn't read the fine print, this one's mine fair and square."
"Trish!"

Trisha looked up at the sky, counted to ten, and wished yet again that she knew what the other team leaders felt like.


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: M1J-936: Now With More Zombies! (or: Why Steven is not an Archaeologist)
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
AU: Imaginary Gate Team 5
LENGTH/RAITING: 1,692 words, PG-13 (cursing)
PARIING/WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: The first time Steven met Matt (pre-GT5).


There was just enough light to make out shadows in the darkness, but not enough to see, not really. Even though the rational part of his mind knew it was pointless Steven found himself staring into the darkness, trying to pull details from the shadows. Trying to force his mind to admit that the walls he felt closing in around them weren't really moving. No, not 'room', his subconscious stubbornly insisted, 'mausoleum'.

Crypt.

Tomb.

Earthen tunnel shorn up with brick and ancient timbers, walls lined with shelf after shelf of bones and leathery skin.

He was surrounded by a city's worth of really old, really dead people, and that was Not Okay. It was Not Okay in a new and exciting definition of Not Okay. He was never volunteering for another 'peaceful trading mission' again. Ever. No matter how much Rodney mocked him for spending all his time in the lab analyzing samples other people had collected, or how fun Parish made being out in the field again sound. Never. Again.

Steven knew he was hyperventilating, but his heartbeat was loud, so loud, and if the Wraith didn't hear him maybe the dead would. Zombies. Mummies. He was surrounded by miles and miles of tunnels with nothing living in them and a fleet of space vampires tromping overhead. It was every nightmare he'd ever had as a kid all rolled up into one brain-shorting epic.

He could handle the dark and the tunnel, he was a geologist after all, and the threat of imminent death, because botany wasn't a walk in the park either. But the undead? Not so much.

"McCravey." The lone marine who'd made it into the tunnels with him sounded more amused then annoyed. He should know the guy's name, he really should, but everything's focused on trying to see and all Steven can remember is this was one of the newer ones. He thinks. But the marine doesn't seem phased by the dark or the dead or the Wraith, so maybe he isn't so new. "Close your eyes."

Three words and suddenly the room was a lot smaller.

"What?" Steven was proud he only sounded like a partially dying duck, because as if things weren't bad enough, now the marine was going crazy on him.

There was an amused snort from the marine and Steven could see him shift slightly, leaning back against one of the walls, gun hanging by his side and arms crossed. Leaning back against shelves full of dead people. Steven chalked up another point in his favor for not collapsing into hysterical gibbering as the fact the Marine was in direct contact with mummified corpses percolated through his brain.

"Close your eyes. Seriously, it'll help."

"How can it help." He whispered back, furious that the marine was a) using the dead as a backrest and b) talking loud enough that the Wraith might hear them. Although b might not be that important because there was a lot of earth between them and the surface. Actually, quite a lot of earth if you took the collapsed entrance into account, but there had to be other ways into the tunnels. Because if the Wraith had a way in, then they had a way out, and if the Wraith didn't have a way in--

"Close your eyes and think happy thoughts," the marine coaxed, as if he was talking to a five year old. "Come on, you've seen Peter Pan, right?"

For a moment Steven was tempted to explain that he was almost forty which was apparently a good deal older than the marine, and not only had he seen the overly saccharin Disney movie, he'd also read the books. More than once.

But even in his head the rant sounded too much like Rodney and damned if he was going to perpetuate the myth that all scientists were that unbearable.

"I think," he said as politely as he could manage, "we're in the wrong galaxy for Neverland, besides you'd need fairy dust and happy thoughts, not just happy thoughts. And maybe you haven't noticed, but we're stuck in a hole in the ground with a truly insane amount of dead people while the Wraith wreck merry havoc above us? Because personally, I've noticed."

"I noticed you noticed," even in the dark Steven could see the grin. "I know it sounds stupid, but give it a try. Right now you've got about two minutes before I give up hope and trank you in self-defense."

"WHAT?"

"Just close your eyes McCravey, like this."

There was a long pause. Steven couldn't tell if the marine was actually standing there in the dark, eyes closed, but he wouldn't put it past him either. After a moment of mounting panic at being forced to choose between standing in a tunnel of dead people with his eyes closed and lying unconscious in a tunnel of dead people, Steven went with the voluntary blindness.

There was another pause.

"It's not working you know." Not that Steven had expected it to work; he'd always been lousy at mediation and 'finding his happy place'.

"Hmm," the marine sounded theatrically thoughtful, "are you thinking happy thoughts?"

"Of course! Anything is better than thinking about where I am now, ergo: happy thoughts."

The marine laughed, but quietly enough to sooth Steven's nerves. "So what are you thinking about?"

Dead people. "Uh-- puppies," and didn't that sound inane, but at least it sounded better than the truth.

"What kind of puppies?"

Dead puppies? Which was a dementedly amusing image, zombie puppies. After a moment he realized he'd never answered the question. "Corgis?"

"Are you asking me?" Yes, the marine was definitely laughing at him now. "Because damned if I know what kind of puppies you're thinking of."

"Well fine," Steven snapped, "what are you thinking about then?"

"My job."

"How is that a happy thought."

"I like my job." Steven couldn't see the grin this time, but he could hear it.

"All you do is shoot things, I really don't see how that counts as a 'happy thought'." He was trying not to be dismissive, but the old ranged verse hand-to-hand combat debate was ingrained. Fun was in the contest of skills, sword to sword, not in the one sided battle where there was no defense, no parry, just the random luck of not being in the right place at the right time.

"Have you ever shot anything?" At least the marine didn't sound insulted.

"Uh, no-- wait what does that have to do with anything?"

"Shooting things is a highly underrated pastime. Which you'd know, if you'd try it."

"By that logic it should have been obvious I haven't shot anything, so why bother asking?"

"Some people don't like the noise."

"I've heard louder," historically accurate canons were not known for their silence. "And just for clarification when you said 'anything' I thought you meant 'anyone'. I went through the basic firearms training with everyone else, but I still don't think you should be equating happy thoughts and firearms."

"I'll keep that in mind." There was another lull in the conversation. "You still got your eyes closed?"

Steven was surprised to realize he actually did. Not that it mattered, there was next to no light in the tunnels anyway. "Why?"

"Just wondering if you were still thinking of puppies, that's all."

"Corgi puppies?" Zombie Corgi Puppies!

"Of course."

"Actually I was thinking of that tech-a-ma-bob from two rooms back." Not that he had any clue what it was beyond 'Ancient-looking', but there had to be some sort of silver lining to the whole fiasco.

"The what?"

For a moment he wasn't sure if the marine was kidding, it was sort of hard to miss a three foot tall lump of matte silver that practically screamed anachronism. Then his brain clicked over and he realized the marine meant the term and not the object. "Tech-a-ma-bob? Oh, uh, it's just easier than calling them 'random piece of alien technology'."

"I like it."

Steven opened one eye, trying to gauge if the marine was being sarcastic, "I'll be sure to let Rodney know the military approves of our use of inappropriate nicknames."

"Matt."

"What?"

"I'm not 'the military', I'm Matt."

"Oh, um, nice to meet you?" And it was, in an odd trapped-together-underground-with-dead-people-and-impending-death-by-Wraith kind of way.

"Likewise."

"Sergeant Tanner, you still awake down there?" A chipper voice crackled over the radio and Steven was amazed that she sounded completely unfazed by the attack. "Because I've got two lifesigns and Lieutenant Cadman's got a shitload of explosives and you know how happy it makes her to watch things go boom."

"Let's keep Cadman happy then, shall we?" Matt radioed back, "We're far enough back, so boom when you're ready."

"Booms in five then, I take it you had to trank the Thundercat?"

"Nope, and now it's your job to explain the nickname." Matt wasn't quite laughing and Steven wasn't sure if he should be offended. "See you in five." Matt snapped the radio back onto his vest and moved a little further away from the entrance, tugging at Steven's sleeve to get the scientist follow.

"Thundercat?"

"Amy explains Amy's nicknames, it's not for mere mortals like us to comprehend." He grinned and motioned for Steven to cover his nose and mouth with his undershirt. "She's dubbed me Silverhawk if it makes you feel any better."

"Not really," but now Steven was wondering what Rodney's nickname was. The few 80's cartoon shows he remembered were the one's his niece had made him sit through. The sudden image of Rodney as a My Little Pony was disturbing. Amusing, but disturbing.

There was a thunderous kaboom from the far end of the tunnel, followed by a wave of dust and light. And he was not going to think about how much of that dust was rock and how much of it was dead people, he just wasn't.

"You did good McCravey," and with what Steven assumed was a congratulatory back-pat Matt was heading out of the cave, leaving him to follow.

And maybe trading missions weren't that bad after all.

Except for the zombies.


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: Forgotten Rainbows
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
OC: Ant and Amy from Imaginary Gate Team 5
LENGTH/RAITING: 115, PG
PAIRING: Ant/Amy
SUMMARY: [livejournal.com profile] occhallenge Challenge #49 Colors


There are some colors he never wants to see again. Red for blood and black for mourning, those he keeps as old companions. They are steady, constant, anchoring him to the life he left behind.

It's blue that's changed. At home it was the sky, the lake, but here... Here blue is the gate, the shield, the sea, her eyes. It is life and death in one; a thousand hues wound 'round that central paradox.

And blue is blue.
And blue is red.
And blue is black.

And those times, when blue is all he sees, she frowns, then smiles and drags him off on yet another mad adventure... and gives him his colors back.


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
Return to M7G-512
A Radio Play in One Act

Narrator: In search of 'Really Big Ommlettes'--
Rodney (from a distance): ZPMS!
Narrator: --our intrepid adevnturers return to the jungle planet M7G-512...

[Loud growling sounds, radio static and a slight cave-like echo accompany each comment]

Matt: You know, this would make a pretty good movie.
Ant: Wait, what?
Matt: Seriously, I mean we have a dragon--
Stephen: Yangchuanosaurus.
Matt: --a dragon and a maiden in distress--
Stephen: Amy is hardly--
Amy (from a distance): Hey!
Stephen: --in distress.
Ant: Good save.
Matt (louder): --a maiden in potential distress--
Amy: Only if you keep shouting like that.
Matt: I'm not shouting!
Yangchuanosaurus: Grrr!
Matt: Shit.
Amy: A dragon and three farmboys in distress.
Trish: And one cavalry. [Insert appropriate zoom-zoom jumper-saving-the-day noises here] Come on boy, lookit the jumper, good little Yangchu-whatzits.
Stephen: Not to spoil the moment Trish, but since when can you fly jumpers?
John: I'd be the one flying the jumper; she'd be the one leaning out the back dangling half a cow in front of-- whoops, [loud teeth-on-metal noises and enthusiastic muffled cursing from Trish] bad dragon, no eating the cavalry.
Matt: I told you we needed more C4.

Narrator: Imaginary Gate Team Five, brought to you by Joe's Dino Chow: Recommended by four out of five paleozoologists. Now in new five ton bags!
khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: Apples to Oranges
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
AU: Imaginary Gate Team 5
LENGTH/RATING: 200 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: She swallowed the spider to catch the fly...


It was odd what people would trade for. Then again, hiding from the Wraith did necessitate a lot of time spent underground, so Trisha could understand why they were so desperate for something to do. Still, she felt a little silly reporting to Elizabeth they'd traded the natives of PX3-872 sixteen packs of playing cards, three sets of dice, a translated copy of Ant's AD&D Handbooks, and three days spent teaching the natives every card game the team could remember.

Add to that the fact they had traded the aforementioned goods in exchange for four near-sheep (one ram, three ewes) and a grumpy not-buffalo bull... which they then traded to PX4-992 for nine baskets of not-corn seed, four young not-horses, and one small bag of not-morphine flower bulbs. The horses went straight into MX2-761's breeding program in exchange for mining rights on the uninhabited eastern island chain (which went to MX5-250) and the seed corn was spread across seven different settlements mostly just to keep them in the trading loop.

The not-morphine went straight to Parrish, who suffered quietly Carson hovering over him asking if they were 'done yet' at least twice a day for two months until they bloomed.


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khriskin: Angst Muse (Angst Muse)
TITLE: Fairer Than Death
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 100 words
MOOD/RATING: PG-13, Dark, DeathFic
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: "Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all." -- The Princess Bride


Amy never got the hang of death. The firefight, the triage, those first few hours of adrenaline and tears, those she knew inside and out. But here, now, sitting alone in the dark of an ancient city, it didn't seem real.

They had spaceships. Ray guns. Teleporters. All trappings of the future laid out like toys, just waiting for someone to turn them on. And Miri, who'd carried a butterfly net instead of a gun, Miri was lying in the infirmary, waiting for Elizabeth to sign the order and pull the plug. Because of an arrow.

They had fucking spaceships.


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: Skittles, A Bag of Gummi Bears, and Thou
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 100 words
MOOD/RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: Floriography, GT5 style.


On Earth they sent flowers to signify love, condolences, and a hundred other things. On Atlantis GT5 sends candy.

The colors are the same, red for love, green for good fortune, yellow for friendship and orange for passion. Purple is for sorrow; tempered with yellow or red becomes a candy condolence slipped across the table by a friend. Blue, a subtle proposition, easily accepted or passed by. A shared language of Skittles and M&Ms, scavenged from the various MREs.

And they don't quite laugh when Rodney and John, clueless as ever, argue if blue Jell-O is inherently better than red.


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: Never Say Wombat
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 445 words
MOOD/RATING: PG
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: It's GT5. In the snow. And what else can I say? I blame my SillyMuse. ^_^


"I can't believe we are going to die in a blizzard, it's so cliché." Steven was curled into the smallest ball he could manage, wrapped up like a baked potato in his thermal blanket. And his sleeping bag. And his parka.

"We're not going to die." Amy leaned over and poked the fire with one of the longer sticks, coaxing the smoking log back into flame. "We're fine."

"Says the person with a broken leg."

"Fine then, I'm not going to die, you go right ahead."

"Children." Trisha, ducked in through the entry flap to the hastily constructed snowcave, a brace of something vaguely rat-like over her shoulder.

"He started it."

"We've got another day or so until the storm breaks, don't suppose you two can act civil until then?" The lieutenant dumped her meat next to the fire and poked her two sleeping teammates with a boot-toe. "Hey, up and at'em."

Matt muttered something suitably profane and burrowed deeper into his sleeping bag. Ant just yawned and rolled over so he could look up at Trisha.

"Mmm?" Which was about as much coherence as you could expect from an Ant on a non-combat morning. "Wassatfood?"

"Yeah, more of the rat-things, and I caught one of the weasel-things so I need you to run a tox on it. Think you're up to that?"

"Mmmratforbreakfast..." Which was followed by more slightly more coherent noises as he redressed inside the sleeping bag, then crawled out to find his medkit.

Trisha poked Matt again and got a slightly more creative stream of cursing. Which translated roughly into: 'Yes I'm alive and unless we are getting eaten by rabid wombats lemme sleep.' And, as there was a distinct lack of rabid wombattery, she left him alone.

~*~*~*~*~

Of course, GT5 stubbornly maintained that the very fact that Matt had mentioned the Unholy Wombats was directly to blame for the mad rush of grumpy snow-turtles the next day. A claim the marine strong denied, insisting that it was Steven's utterance of 'What else can go wrong?' approximately half-an-hour before the attack that was the real cause of their injuries. The ensuing debate took up about half of the six-page mission report.

John made a note to start requiring Gate Team 5 to turn in everything in bright orange folders, so that he could easily file them in the 'SGC shall never hear of this' cabinet Elizabeth had hidden behind a plant in her office. Although he had to admit the betting pool about what innocent animal-variant would pummel GT5 next was rather amusing. He had his money on Goldfish, but Rodney seemed rather positive the odds were leaning towards Butterflies...


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: Sprechen Sie Stew?
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 100 words
MOOD/RATING: PG
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: Not everyone can save the world, GT5 just saves their tastebuds.


If you followed GT1 around you'd think the entire Pegasus Galaxy spoke English. After all, you don't waste the city's best and brightest on worlds where there isn't a ZPM and negotiations are in languages Teyla doesn't understand. If they'd had any common sense at all GT1 would have kept its collective butt safe on Atlantis, but Steven had learned to keep that opinion to himself. The scientist sighed, ate his stew, and tried to look interested in the slow process of learning yet another language.... or enough of it so they could trade for whatever was in this stew.


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: Atlantis Butterflies
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 100 words
MOOD/RATING: PG
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: 1st Lt. "Trisha" Patricia Newton character study.


Patricia wasn't a geek the same way she wasn't infantry, caught up in nuisances that didn't matter here. In Atlantis everyone fought, and everyone geeked, and no one was just one or the other in that first frantic year. So she went from a combat engineer with a talent for making things run on duct tape and curses, to the head of a Gate Team that kicked its own share of butt on the long list of planets that weren't important enough to risk other teams on. They'd never be GT1, but they did just fine... except for the sheep.


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: Geek Team 5
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 210 words
MOOD/RATING: PG
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: My fandom can beat up your fandom. (I blame my SillyMuse... no, wait, I blame GT5.)


"So are we allowed to call you Anakin or just MacGyver?" Steven watched fascinated as Trisha repaired the makeshift wagon with what amounted to bailing twine and chewing gum.

"Come to the Dark Side," Amy intoned ominously from her position up front, keeping the two massive draft animals somewhat still. "We have punch and pie!"

"MacGyver could kick Anakin's butt."

Steven and Amy looked over at Matt in horror. "WHAT?"

"Seriously," Matt chewed thoughtfully on a twig. "He escaped every single episode, right? Never got seriously hurt?" Amy and Steven nodded reluctantly. "So I think that trumps Mr. Third Degree Burns, light sabers or no light sabers."

"I'd settle for a sonic screwdriver right about now." Trisha wiggled out from under the cart and gave her team and unimpressed look. "So, do I have to say 'Engage' or can we get back to work?"

"I wouldn't mind a quick Charge of the Light Brigade myself." Ant jogged back into earshot. "There's a merchant train daycamp up the road about two miles, and they've got a spare axel we can trade for."

"Alright then," Trisha waved a hand dramatically, "Engage!"

At which point Steven and Amy started humming the Imperial Death March and things more or less went downhill from there.


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: God Bless the SCA
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 100 words
MOOD/RATING: PG
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: Dr. Steven McCravey character study.


Steven isn't McKay, and he isn't Zelenka, and he still hasn't gotten used to being McCravey. But he isn't a nerd, he's a geek and a geek's what you need in Atlantis. Sometimes it's hard to tell if his years in the SCA and the Boy Scouts are more useful than his doctorates in geology and botany. Because science saved their lives more than once, but being able to heft a sword, step into the ring, and still be standing after the traditional three challengers isn't too shabby either.

Now if he could just get Amy to stop yelling Thundercats Ho!...


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: I Call It Lunch
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 100 words
MOOD/RATING: PG
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: GT5 vs The Smeerps! (I blame the Turkey City Lexicon. *nod**nod* And my SillyMuse 'o course. ^_~)


[Scene: Peaceful meadow on M37-965, GATE TEAM 5 strolls along a dirt path on their way back to the stargate. Small fuzzy brown smeerps hop blissfully among the flowers.]

Amy: Look! Bunnies!
Steven: What? Where-- oh. Those aren't bunnies.
Amy: They’re bunny-shaped, bunny-acting, therefore they’re bunnies.
Steven: But--
Trisha: Look, we can't keep naming everything we see, just call them bunnies.
Steven: But--
Matt: If they're bunnies, can we eat them?
Amy: Hey!
Matt: I'm hungry.
Ant: Can we at least make sure they aren't poisonous first?
Trisha: Good point.
Steven: Does it worry anyone else that we’re eating random alien wildlife?
Matt: Alien bunnies.
Amy: Bunnies. In. Spaaaaaaaace!
Trisha: You realize this is why we get all the boring missions, right?
Matt: (sings) Kill da Wabbit! Kill the Wabbit!
Trisha: *sighs*

[And fade to black...]


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khriskin: (Imaginary Gate Team 5)
TITLE: History Always Repeats
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 100 words
MOOD/RATING: PG
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: Sgt. "Ant" Antoine Bellany character study.


Halfway through his residency Ant walked out of the ER, away from the hours and the heartbreak of healing wounds he could have prevented, and in on the Marines. He threw himself into becoming something no one thought he had in him, looking for purpose in keeping them safe. Then in Afghanistan, when the Doc was down and his squad was dying, he shifted back into the person he'd left behind and kept them alive.

When the call came down his CO put Ant's name in the hat, because the SGC needed the best and Bellamy-past and Bellamy-present were it.


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