SGA Drabbles

Main Team:

John

He sits with his hands between his knees. The view hadn't been expected, but it was beautiful. The long red bridge with swoops and arches. It was beautiful. It welcomed him, home. Why the weight inside of his chest, then? Why the longing for something else, someplace else, the place they had been? He'd caught glimpses from his left and right, all faces immersed in their own reveries. Did any of them feel the same hook deep inside, pulling them back, and back, and back? Homeworld Command will beckon soon. The debriefing will occur at 1800 hours. And he waits…

Ronon

So this is it. This is what their world looks like outside and from afar. This land of hotel rooms with televisions, different clothes, and weird customs. He feels a small desire to explore, and then the overwhelming need to get back to the fight rises like an inferno inside of him. The Wraith are still out there, and now that this galaxy is safe, for now, what about his? He squeezes Amelia tightly as they both take in the beauty of her home country, but they have to go back, and soon. Surely everyone knows the sooner, the better…

Teyla

She misses him, already. She knows that he is safe and with his father, with their people back in Pegasus. Her people. She is their absentee leader. She should be with them right now, with her friends here, protecting them, and the rest of the galaxy – her galaxy. If they are lucky, all of the Wraith that received the location of Earth were destroyed, and there is nothing for these people to fear. They will never know the horrors of culling, never feel the loss. So far, the Ancestors blessed them with luck, but luck can fade. This, she knows…

Rodney

He can't believe Zelenka was actually able to perfect the wormhole drive that he created in a state of enhanced genius years ago. Well, "perfect" is the wrong word. Finishing touches, really. And as a matter of fact, where is Zelenka? He should come up for air to see this view. Nevermind that, or even what's ahead. He looks down into Jennifer's eyes as she looks up into his, her arm wrapped tightly around him. This is the view that matters to him. But how much juice did that drive take? Do they have enough to get back home… soon?

Carson

He looks down the line at the lot of them. A fine bunch if there ever was any. He suspects there will be wounded to treat from this last battle, but a very few, and only if they survived a hit to their planes. The staff already here can tend to that, but he's still got work to do with the effects of the Hoffan drug turned weapon in the galaxy they just left. He's done well this past year since his condition had been remedied after coming out of stasis. Now, if only he could remedy some other things…

Woolsey

He stepped off of the balcony and walked back to his office. The sight of home had been nice, and not… He sits down behind his desk and already he has messages. One is flagged from Homeworld Command. It's General O'Neill. In a time soon, there will be a meeting, a debriefing, at 1800 hours: See details below. He reads the rest of the short message as his stomach starts to knot. For a moment, whilst looking at the serene views of the coastline and the Golden Gate Bridge, the knot had eased for a bit, but that's over now…