Sweetness and Like

Prologue

AN: An idea came to me randomly at about two AM this morning. I wrote it down. I'll continue it as and when I get time, but feed back would greatly help me do so. Enjoy and review, please!

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A girl stood in the middle of the Atlantis corridor.

Eight years old, not much more. Eyes as dark as the shadows that clouded them, hair the colour of copper hanging in loose braids down her back. Fear played with curiosity on her softened, little-girl features, her hands plucking at the clothes she wore, drowning her slight frame within them.

The boy, a few years older, blinked at her in confusion. Grey-green eyes under a mop of black, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. The girl would have laughed, but she was confused and unsure and anyway, she didn't know this boy who stared at her so.

After a few seconds, the boy began patting at his clothes, examining his hands, his pockets. A radio buzzed in the eerie quiet, making them both jump. The girl brought her hands up automatically, cowering behind her elbows.

The boy quickly picked up the radio he had dropped, to check it for damage, then shook his head. The was insane. Completely… totally…

"Don't… don't be scared," the chirruping treble of a ten year old, higher than he remembered. He reached for the trembling girl, finding his arms shorter than he had calculated, "don't be scared, Teyla."

The voice buzzed on the radio again, "Major? Major Sheppard? This is Weir, report please."

The boy took a deep breath, and pressed the receive button on the radio, "… this is Sheppard…"