Carson in the grey-yellow uniform.
Carson in the grey-yellow uniform.
McKay: food (mostly powerbars) and his trusty life signs detector
Teyla: a little bit of everything
Ronon (if he wore one): knives I guess
Aiden: flashbangs and other explosives
Carson: first aid kit
McKay is a genius after all.
I'm not going on a diplomatic mission to another country. I'm going to another planet in another galaxy by means of a device called the Stargate. Millions of years ago there was a race of beings we call the Ancients.
Hi. So this post contains spoilers for Stargate Atlantis, episode 3x17, Sunday, just in case there is anyone still left on Earth that hasn’t seen it yet, like me. Until today. So there’s your warning.
I cannot believe I did not know this was coming. I mean, it’s not like I’ve been actively avoiding spoilers for a show that aired fourteen years ago. C’mon. How have I not seen mention of this episode in anyone’s delightful SGA commentary!? It makes me very nervous to think about what other horrors you’re all hiding from me that are about to take place as season four looms on the horizon.
My feelings. Carson Beckett is dead. Carson Beckett is dead because not a single one of his so-called friends would go fishing with him?! I hate them all. (I’m sure if he’d decided to ask, the over-enthusiastic lesbian doctor would have went with him. But. I digress.) Not even Atlantis’ own resident Bob Ross would go fishing!! (And that’s distractingly new information btw—sidebar: because now I’m picturing Radek stretched out in his quarters asking Evan to paint him like one of his French girls and what am I supposed to with that head canon now that it’s been firmly lodged in my brain).
I didn’t sign up for this.
I’ll be in my bunk. (No, not the sexytime one. The other one.) Crying and ranting into the void.
Stargate Atlantis S02 E12 | Epiphany
Emma would’ve gone fishing with Carson!
When I wake up the next morning I feel warmth and pressure next to me I turn my head and carson has his head on my shoulder I smile at him “sorry he wanted to lay with you last night so I help him in your bed” I hear Keller say “its fine” I tell her when Carson begin to wake up “how are you feeling” I ask “like I’ve been bloody stabbed” he says and I giggle a little “I’m glad to see my dark sense of homor sister is back” I hear Rodney say “Rodney we both know your happy I’m alright” I tell him “well I’m not” he says “I was aware the whole time and I could hear everything” I tell him and he looks lost “uh…well” becket interpts him “jeez you to are just alike” he says “I know and it’s worrysome” I hear Shepherd says “well a few more days and yell be good as new” Keller says and I smile six weeks later Carson is getting around a lot better and I’m now at six weeks so shepherd has taken me off the team but I stilll work in the lab most of the time I’m sitting at the desk going though calculations when I feel warm hands around me I look up to see Carson saurding me “what are you doing luv” he asks “working just let me finish this sentence” I tell him “its one am you and the baby needs sleep” he tells me “alright just give me a second” I tell as I finish it up I hear my radio crackle “Jess DO NOT MOVE there’s a wrath in your eara” I hear my brother say it must have came through Carson’s ear peace as well cause I feel him tighten behind me “ok recuse radio silence” I say into my com I slowly wiggle it of Carson’s arms to look for something to use as a weapon and nothing “what do we do” I hear him say “we stay quiet we don’t talk and we don’t fight him unless we half to” I tell him and I see the hope run out of his eyes replaced by complete fear and to be honest I can’t say I felt much better I walk over to him and give him a hug when the door nob starts to turn he try’s to get in front of me but I block him when the wrath walks in I don’t know what happened because a bright light had came out of my hand and inserated him I turn around my mouth open to see Carson looking shocked as well I reach to my radio and say “uh… guys.. I think I just… killed him” “wait how” I hear my brother ask “I’m… not sure” I tell him “WHAT do you bloody mean not sure a light came out of you hand and you inserated him” I hear Carson yell into the radio “WHAT becket how” I hear Rodney scream in the radio “I don’t know I’m taking here to the infermry” I hear him say “I’m-“ he Intuit’s me “no your going to the infermry and that’s final” I sigh When we walk to the infermry I see Rodney pacing Ford sitting on the edge of a bed teyla sitting in a chair John standing with his arms cross next to weir and she was just standing there diplomacy like always “there you are now you better be ok or-“ I interpret him “Rodney im fine please stop screaming” “your not going to pass out again are you” I hear shepherd ask “I don’t know anymore” I tell them and Rodney rolls his eyes and weir asks “how did she do that” “I have no idea” Carson says back
When I get ready to leave the infermy Carson walks over and kisses me on the forehead and I smile at him “well I’ll see you later” I tell him “aye” he says back and I walk out the door Rodney is going to kill me oh well I walk to the cafeteria because I know that’s were he’ll be and also I’m hungry so why not I walk in a grab a tray and put some food on it and the sit down with the team “how are you” teyla asks “better thank you” I respond and she nods and returns to eating “are you really or are you just avoiding the infermy agian” he says “well… me and becket… are uh… dating” I till him “yes I won the bet” I hear shepherd say and I just roll my eyes at him “well.. uh congratulations” he says I nod my head and start to eat when i feel a stabbing pain in my stomach I put both hands there and hold it when I hear “t-this…is…Carson…I’ve been..stabed” and I feel my heart drop to my stomach shepherd Ford and teyla stand up and start running to the onferrmy I try to do the same but I can’t move “hay Jess Jess can you hear me Jess” I hear Rodney say I try to speak but nothing comes out then I feel him help me stand up and though one of my arms over his shoulder “your going to be ok hang in there” I hear him say I try to tell him I’m fine but stilll nothing comes out when he walks in the infermry he puts me on a bed “what happened” I hear shepherd say “I don’t know she started acting like this when he got stabbed I guess” he says “how is that possible” teyla says “I don’t know” Rodney responds “how is becket anyway” he asks “he’s in surgery now but the doc thanks he’s going to make it” I then I became even more scared I just want to move and run to him but I can’t I mean I can’t even talk I’m just laying in a shell and can’t do anything about it when a doctor walks over to me and checks my vitals “we have a problem” she says “what is it” Rodney asks “she has smiler vitals as someone who’s been stabbed” she says “what are beckets vitals” he asks “I’ll go check” she says Rodney walks over to me and sits next to me “please be ok Jessica please you are always there for me when I’m diying or doing something stupid so please be ok” he keeps saying and all I want to do is hug him and tell him I’m ok instead I just stay there awake and alert but know one knows it when the doctor runs down and says “McKay her and beckets vitals are the same” and with those words he went pale and empty “well why” shepherd asks “I don’t know my guess is that there some how connected when he becomes stable I’ll see if Keller will run more tests to figure it out” she says and Rodney still looks pale I try to sigh but fail when I see a young woman with a blue scrub cap and robe “he’s out of surgery now he’ll wake up in a little bit” she says “well that’s great now can we figure out why my sister is like this” Rodney says pointing to me oh mer please don’t I’m fine I try to move my arm but I can’t at that point I just give in with everything I have to let my body do what ever then everything goes black when I wake up I hear Carson ask “how are you luv” “im fine babe” I tell him and his cheeks get red “well if you to are done flirting you to are apparently connected with pain and emotion” he says and I nod my head “so… how are you” I ask him “I’ve been better” he says I smile a little and sit up in my bed and turn my head up look at him and I rest my head on the pillow “who are you looking” he asks “you you look so cute” I tell him and he grins face getting red again “I don’t think this is the time for this” he says “I agree good night” I tell him and drift off to sleep
“It’s about time you woke up.” The sun is bright and harsh from the moment John steps outside and he has to lift a hand to help shield his face from its glow. The voice is familiar, he thinks, or it should be and it washes over him like an old song with words he can’t remember, just the melody. “You heard it, didn’t you?” A question, sure, but John thinks she already knows the answer and it’s unsettling because when he lowers his hand, eyes finally adjusted to the light, he peers into hazel eyes and realizes that she knows him. “He said that this would happen. That when it was time, she would call to you.” She holds his gaze for a moment, and she looks hopeful, like she’s just waiting for some spark of recognition, but it never comes. Her face falls just a fraction before she smiles, and he feels so wholly unworthy of that in this moment that it leaves him shifting from one foot to the next a little uncomfortably. “Well, that’s okay,” she says gently, diplomatically. “Rodney said that it was possible this would happen too. Tell me, what exactly do you remember, John?”
Nothing. He remembers a whole lot of nothing and he thinks, based on the look she’s giving him, she already knows that. “Listen, I’d really like to stay and chat, but I’ve got somewhere I need to be.” “Oh really?” She asks, eyebrow raised. “And where’s that?” Okay, she’s got him there. “I can help you, John. That’s why I’m here, to do just that. To help you try to remember. But in order for me to do that, you’re going to have to trust me a little.” Trust. It feels foreign to him, but in the same way that he knows that she’s familiar, he knows that he can trust her. Like maybe he has, before. He thinks back to the voice that spoke to him in the hut, the one that she seems to know. Had she heard it too, then? “Elizabeth,” he says and for a second, her eyes light up and she gives him a smile so genuine that something shifts inside of him. “Yes, that’s right. Very good, John. I’m Elizabeth and a very long time ago, we used to work together. On Atlantis.” Atlantis. Home. Those two words are synonymous with each other, John knows, and it’s the first thing since he woke up that he can be sure of. “Why am I here?” He asks. “Where exactly is here?” Elizabeth gestures for him to follow and from where he’s standing, it’s not like he’s got much of a choice. He has no idea where –-or who—he is, and she seems to be the only one who can provide him with some answers. At least for now, where she goes, he has no choice but to follow. --- They don’t walk for very long. She leads him down to the tree line he hadn’t noticed when he’d first stepped out into the light. There’s a large tree, and it looks like maybe it’s a place she comes often. There are a few logs that she leads him over to and as she sits, she gestures for him to do the same. “Your name,” she says, “is Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard of the United States Airforce. We met when you joined the Atlantis Expedition.” She pauses for a moment and he tries to remember, but it’s all still blank. “You were my military commander, leader of our Alpha Gate Team and you were... well, you were my friend.” She gives a small smile, one that seems sad. “We’ve been through a lot together, John. The Pegasus Galaxy, as beautiful as it is, came with plenty of dangers that we were not prepared for. Dangers that we never even saw coming.” “Immediately after arriving in Atlantis, you and a team led by Colonel Marshall Sumner traveled to a nearby planet through what we call a Stargate. It was there that for the first time, we encountered the Wraith. It was then that we... well. I suppose for many, that would’ve been the beginning of the end. But not for you.” Elizabeth is quiet for a moment, lost in her own thoughts like she’s a million miles away. “Elizabeth?” He prompts. “We lost a lot of good people,” she says and her voice is hoarse, thick with emotion. When she glances back up at him, there are unshed tears in her eyes, but she swipes them away almost angrily. “We spent nearly three years fighting the Wraith, doing what we could to protect the people of Atlantis—to protect Earth but it wasn’t... It was never going to be enough.” “Three years after waking the Wraith, after fighting them off of our doorstep more times than we could count, they were bearing down on us. We evacuated the city, got as many people out as we could.” “But we didn’t win.” John doesn’t need his memory to know that; he can see it written all over her face. “No,” she agrees. “No, we did not win. But we didn’t lose, either. Not yet.” John’s not sure what she means by that but before he gets a chance to ask, she’s speaking again. “We are on M7-X732, otherwise known as the Planet of the Cloister,” she says. “It had been abandoned for about a year before we brought you here.” In the sky, the sun is fading and there’s a chill that fills the air. He can feel it, but Elizabeth doesn’t even seem to notice. “You were mortally wounded during the last stand in Atlantis, John. Rodney had come up with a plan in the eleventh hour, like he
always did. The Wraith had woken because we’d inadvertently woken their Queen. They wake when she wakes, they slumber when she slumbers. He needed more time though. You were the one to give it to him and you nearly paid for it with your life.” Hazel eyes flicker to meet his. “That was nearly one hundred years ago.” “That’s not possible,” John rasps and Elizabeth gives him the smallest of smiles. “I can assure you, John, had you not lost your memories, you would know very well that it is. Anything is possible when it comes to Rodney.” She gestures around them. “You got trapped here once. A time dilation field. By the time Rodney had figured it out, you’d spent six months with the people of the Cloister and it was a world where we knew you’d be safe.” “This doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense.” “I know,” Elizabeth says. “And I’m sorry for that.” She reaches for him then, thin fingers curling around his wrist. “You were put into Stasis, John. The intention was to keep you there until the very last moment, to give you the time you needed to heal. Rodney ensured that no one would find this place, that you would be left undisturbed until it was time for you to wake.” “Wake for what? You said he figured it out, right? This Rodney guy. What do you need me for?” “As we speak, Rodney is back on Atlantis in a Stasis pod of his own. It was a design we took from the Aurora, a sort of shared consciousness so to speak. A virtual reality. For the last one hundred years, he’s shared a reality with the hibernating Wraith Queen, keeping her from waking, keeping the hives from waking.” “He’s losing, John. She’s figured it out, Rodney always knew she would, but he’d hoped it would give you enough time to heal.” “I don’t-- what am I supposed to do?” He can’t even remember his own favorite color, how was he supposed to remember how to find Atlantis, how was he supposed to remember what to do? “Find him,” Elizabeth says. “Find them. Even now, if Rodney’s theories were right, there are sixty hive ships in hibernation just outside of Lantea’s orbit. Find Atlantis. Control the chair. Destroy them all while they sleep.” Well, doesn’t sound like that’s asking for too much. Given the fact that, you know, these things apparently almost killed him a century ago. “And what if I can’t do what you’re asking? If I couldn’t do it before, what makes you think I can do it now?” “When you and Rodney made your last stand, you two were alone, John.” Elizabeth stands and for a moment, turns her back to him. “Spread across four worlds, you will find sarcophagi containing exactly what you need. It would be reckless to try to return to Atlantis now, without your weapons, without your memories. Find each sarcophagus and save our home.” She turns and John is taken aback by how much older she looks now. How... frail she appears. “And what... what about you?” She gives him a rueful smile. “I’ve done my part, John. I’ve watched and I’ve waited for a very long time; I’m very tired now.” She sits down on the log and John pitches forward off of his own, gripping her shoulders gently to keep her upright. “Elizabeth...” “It’s alright.” A wrinkled hand comes up to rest on his cheek and it’s so familiar that John closes his eyes, savoring it for half a second. “I would tell you to be brave, but that’s all you’ve ever been.” “I don’t know where to go,” he says, and there’s panic rising in his chest with each passing moment as she fades away. “Climb the mountain. Go through the cave. I’ll keep the door open long enough for you to pass through. Let... Let Atlantis guide you.” It’s time to go, John. The voice in his head is gentle, mournful and he wonders if Elizabeth can hear it too. He shifts on his knees and he reaches for her, guiding her into his arms carefully before he lays her down against the soft grass. “I’m so sorry, Elizabeth,” because he knows, somehow in his heart, that it’s his wakening that’s caused this. Hazel eyes meet his one last time as a peaceful smile touches her
lips. “When you... find Rodney,” she manages, voice so soft that he almost can’t hear, “tell him... I always knew... it would work.” And then, in much the same way as it was when he awoke in that hut, John Sheppard is alone.
AN: I took some liberties with a few things, mostly the time dilation field and you know, the whole One Wraith Queen to rule them all thing, but I figured since it's an AU... well. Forgive me, please.
As I’m sitting down at my desk I feel a hand on my shoulder I look up and see Carson standing there “you should take a break” he says “what are you doing here” I ask “I came to check on you” he says I sigh and say “I’m fine becket” when I’m reality I’m not all I want to do is kiss him but he doesn’t even know how I feel about him I look up at him and smile when I hear my radio go off and hear Rodneys voice “Jess we have a problem we need you in the control you” he says “Carson I have to go to the control room” I tell him “I’ll go with you with them all up there somethings bond to go wrong” he says with a sigh I get up and we walk towards the control room together when we get there I ask “what’s wrong” “the city is about to blow up” I hear Ford say “well why can’t some one blow off the anttina to shut it off” I ask “it’s to risky” Rodney says “we have 59 seconds before we all die” I hear zelinka say I look around at all of them knowing this will be my last time seeing them then I get the dumbest idea ever I look at Carson and take a deep breath I walk over to him and kiss him at first he’s shocked then he gives in i back up and head towards the jumber bay letting him stand there when I get there I walk in the jumber and start to fly it when I hear the radio go off I take my com of and open the jumper bay doors and fly towards the antina as the radiation go’s up I fly over to it and I fire the weapons at it intill it blows up then I run like a bay out of hell when I get back to the bay I walk out and I hear Rodney say “what the hell were you thinking you could have dead” and then everything goes back when I wake up I’m in the infermy I feel a warm hand on mine when I looked it was Carson’s hand and he was holding it “I’m glad your awake” he says “I’m so-“ he interiors me mied sentence and says “I like you a lot to don’t apologize” “so then maybe we could go out” I ask and he smiles while patting my hand “I would like that” he says and I grin
Stargate Atlantis “Rising”
Summary: SGA/Breath of the Wild AU.
Nearly killed in battle 100 years ago, John Sheppard wakes up alone with no memory of who he is, knowing only that there's something he's meant to do. Guided by a voice he'll always associate with home and those he'd lost along the way, he fights to return home and to free Atlantis once and for all.
“Hurry! Come on, we don’t have much time!” There’s the sound of fabric rustling mixing with heavy breathing. There’s another voice then, not as harsh, but equally as worried. “Are you sure this is going to work?” “No. No, I’m not sure of anything anymore except if we don’t do this, he is dead. We have no choice.”There’s a pause, the sound of fingers snapping rapidly. “There,” the voice says. “Put him there and stand back.” Another pause. “Now, not next year!” There’s something cold, uncomfortable, and the sound of fingers clicking harshly against a hard surface. “Now, once I hit the switch, we’ll have about five minutes to get back to the exit before the door to the sanctuary closes again. Once we go through… we can’t come back through again. Not until it’s time.” “I understand.” “Do you though?” There’s no response to be heard, and not long after, there’s the sound of rushing water. As he starts to sink down into it, warm and safe, there’s a heavy hand on his shoulder. “This is… I suppose this is goodbye then. For now. I’m trusting you to find me… when it’s time.” The hand falls away and the last thing he hears are quiet footfalls and a quiet sigh. “Remember. I’ll… I’ll be waiting. Find me, John.” John. John. Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Wake up, John.
The warmth is receding as he comes to, green eyes blinking up at the dim light overhead. It’s slow going, finding the strength to sit up, but he manages, one hand coming up to press against his forehead, the other helping to steady him on the slab within the large basin that he’d found himself laid out on. What a weird dream… one so familiar and yet… the voices. Where had he heard them before? John moves to the edge of the basin and slowly climbs out, holding onto the edge for support and for one brief moment, the world seemingly tilts threatening to tip him right over. It takes a moment for him to gather himself and he takes the time to glance around the room he finds himself in. It’s small and it’s bare, the one window on the opposite side covered with a tattered cloth, blocking much of the light from the outside. In the corner, there’s a table, a tiny cloth package seemingly beckoning him. It takes another moment or two before he’s feeling up to standing, and when he does, it’s on wobbly legs. He doesn’t remember going to sleep, doesn’t remember… well, anything, but he figures it must have been awhile. It’s the only thing to explain the weakness he feels and he thinks maybe he should sit back down for just a moment, but that packaging is seemingly calling to him. He takes one step and then another and as he reaches the table to unwrap the cloth, the voice calls out to him again, soothing and warm, and while he can’t place it, not really, he feels an overwhelming sense of home that very nearly leaves him breathless. That is a DHD crystal. Take it. You will need it after your long slumber. He lifts the… crystal and turns it over in his hands, the weight heavy and familiar in his hand but for the life of him, he can’t remember what it’s for. All he knows is that the voice told him to keep it, so he reaches for the cloth and wraps it up again, holding tight. In the corner, a chair with a pair of pants and a plain black shirt draped over the back. On the floor beside it is a sack that from here, appears to be empty, and a pair of black boots. He realizes now that he’s naked, save for a pair of old underwear and while the temperature within the room is comfortable, he’s anxious to dress. John foregoes the shirt and pants for a moment, grabbing the sack to tuck the crystal safely into it before he moves to dress. Such a simple task shouldn’t leave him quite so winded, but it does, so he sinks down onto the chair for a moment to catch his breath. John. You must find her. Find Elizabeth. She will show you the way. “I don’t know who the hell that is,” he answers, voice hoarse with disuse and he frowns because he has no idea what the hell is going on here. Where is that voice coming from? How does it know who he is when he can’t even remember? Is his name even actually John? John. It’s more insistent now, and something shifts in his chest at that. He can feelthe urgency coursing through him, seemingly thrumming through his veins and without really understanding why, he finishes lacing up his boots and he stands, throwing the strap of the sack of his shoulder, crystal still tucked safely inside. “Alright, alright. I’m up. Now what?” Find Elizabeth. She will sh--. “Yeah, yeah. She’ll show me the way. The way where though?” Home. It’s a single word, but his breath catches. Home. He has no recollection of it, not really. He can’t picture where or what home actually is, but there’s an emptiness inside him now that, despite his lack of memory, he knows wasn’t there before. At least not for a very long time. “Home,” he murmurs. “Home. Okay, yeah. Find Elizabeth. She’ll show me the way.” He repeats it, first out loud and then in his head, like maybe he’s using the words to steel himself against the unknown. Or maybe to try to coax the voice to speak to him again, but for this moment, it’s—she’s—silent and he knows if he wants to find her, he needs to move. So he does. He scans the room again, looking to see if there’s anything he can use or take with him, but there’s nothing
else and so, despite his trepidation, John closes the distance between himself and door, pausing for only a moment to glance back over his shoulder at the basin he’d woken up in. He takes a deep breath and with no further hesitation, he opens the door and steps outside. “It’s about time you woke up.”
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