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Noon Bright - Stargate: Atlantis - Gen (Sheppard's Team & Lorne's Team) - Words: ~800
Sequel to Dark and Light, Day and Night
Summary: After a while, Evan Lorne decided that reality was simply overrated.
Content Notes: None. PG.
Author Notes: For camshaft22, who wanted to know that they were all alright.
Evan wasn't sure how long he'd been walking, moving with slow shuffling steps that made his knees and back ache as he tried to avoid walking into an open pit, when he saw the faintest glimmer of light. At first, he wasn't even sure that he was seeing anything, the persistent and engulfing grayish-black leaving him disoriented and wondering if he even had his eyes open at all. But the air was changing as well, damper with just a hint of salt; sea water. He tried his flashlight again, as he had every so often, though he wasn't sure how long the intervals were even though he'd been trying to keep track by counting in increments of one hundred. The light still wasn't working, but it didn't really matter because he could start to make out the walls of the cave.
He walked toward the light, moving a little faster now that he could see the floor, blackened sections that dropped away into nothingness surrounding him on either side. For a moment he wondered how much of the path he'd taken looked like that, how close he'd been to falling and how many times he must have nearly stepped over an edge without even knowing it, but quickly decided not to dwell. If he had made it, the rest of his team had to as well. And if they had, then Sheppard's team would be just fine. Colonel Sheppard had about the worst luck of anyone Evan had ever seen, but they always came back in one piece, more or less.
By the time he reached the last incline, the light now bright enough to make out the individual rocks in the cave, Evan could hear the crash of waves. He rushed through the last section, stumbling out onto a beach as he was nearly blinded by the sun. His eyes had adjusted a little, but it was still a shock to go from complete darkness into direct sunlight.
"Nice of you to join us, Major." Sheppard's voice called from somewhere to Evan's left and he turned toward it unsteadily. "We were about to send out a team to come looking for you."
Evan blinked several times, not really believing what he was seeing. Colonel Sheppard was standing on the beach; barefoot, shirtless, and with his pants soaked like he'd been running around in the ocean. Something that looked suspiciously like a surfboard was propped up in the sand next to him. "Sir?" Evan finally asked, walking towards him.
"Yeah, we've got no idea. As far as we can tell, we started out in the middle of a continent and wound up on a beach. Rodney's got some theories," John jerked his thumb to a grove of trees and an occupied hammock, "but we're not really sure. They'll find us when they send a jumper, assuming they don't send another team into those caves."
Evan nodded, still feeling a little discombobulated. He was half wondering if he'd actually fallen back in the cave and was either asleep or had a concussion. Or maybe there was some kind of psychic creature in the cave that was generating some kind of mass hallucination; stranger things had happened. A shout caught his attention and he turned to see Coughlin, Reed, and Ronon frolicking in the water. He took a a closer look around and found Teyla relaxing near McKay's hammock in the shade. Further in the trees he could see the top of a waterfall; all in all, it was pretty much a tropical paradise.
"What's the plan, sir?" Evan asked.
Sheppard shrugged. "My suggestion is to kick off your shoes, enjoy the water, and try some of the fruit that Parrish found on the trees. It's like a cross between a mango and a banana. Maybe with a bit of kiwi too." After a twist of a smile, Sheppard loosened his board from the sand and walked towards the water.
"Here, you look thirsty," David said, coming up to stand next to Evan. He also had his shoes and shirt off and was already starting to look a little bit pink on his shoulders.
Evan set his pack on the ground at his feet and accepted the odd bright pink fruit that David handed him, sniffing it a little before biting into it. Sheppard was right, it did taste a little like a mango. "We sure this is real?" Evan asked.
David shrugged and took a bite of his own piece of fruit. "Nope. But I'm sure we'll figure it out soon enough if it isn't. Besides, I think we're all owed a little bit of vacation time."
Deciding that this was true enough, Evan sat down on the warm sand and started to unlace his boots, listening the sound of the waves crash and a whoop from Sheppard as he caught a wave on his board. A little bit of vacation sounded just about perfect.
Sequel to Dark and Light, Day and Night
Summary: After a while, Evan Lorne decided that reality was simply overrated.
Content Notes: None. PG.
Author Notes: For camshaft22, who wanted to know that they were all alright.
Evan wasn't sure how long he'd been walking, moving with slow shuffling steps that made his knees and back ache as he tried to avoid walking into an open pit, when he saw the faintest glimmer of light. At first, he wasn't even sure that he was seeing anything, the persistent and engulfing grayish-black leaving him disoriented and wondering if he even had his eyes open at all. But the air was changing as well, damper with just a hint of salt; sea water. He tried his flashlight again, as he had every so often, though he wasn't sure how long the intervals were even though he'd been trying to keep track by counting in increments of one hundred. The light still wasn't working, but it didn't really matter because he could start to make out the walls of the cave.
He walked toward the light, moving a little faster now that he could see the floor, blackened sections that dropped away into nothingness surrounding him on either side. For a moment he wondered how much of the path he'd taken looked like that, how close he'd been to falling and how many times he must have nearly stepped over an edge without even knowing it, but quickly decided not to dwell. If he had made it, the rest of his team had to as well. And if they had, then Sheppard's team would be just fine. Colonel Sheppard had about the worst luck of anyone Evan had ever seen, but they always came back in one piece, more or less.
By the time he reached the last incline, the light now bright enough to make out the individual rocks in the cave, Evan could hear the crash of waves. He rushed through the last section, stumbling out onto a beach as he was nearly blinded by the sun. His eyes had adjusted a little, but it was still a shock to go from complete darkness into direct sunlight.
"Nice of you to join us, Major." Sheppard's voice called from somewhere to Evan's left and he turned toward it unsteadily. "We were about to send out a team to come looking for you."
Evan blinked several times, not really believing what he was seeing. Colonel Sheppard was standing on the beach; barefoot, shirtless, and with his pants soaked like he'd been running around in the ocean. Something that looked suspiciously like a surfboard was propped up in the sand next to him. "Sir?" Evan finally asked, walking towards him.
"Yeah, we've got no idea. As far as we can tell, we started out in the middle of a continent and wound up on a beach. Rodney's got some theories," John jerked his thumb to a grove of trees and an occupied hammock, "but we're not really sure. They'll find us when they send a jumper, assuming they don't send another team into those caves."
Evan nodded, still feeling a little discombobulated. He was half wondering if he'd actually fallen back in the cave and was either asleep or had a concussion. Or maybe there was some kind of psychic creature in the cave that was generating some kind of mass hallucination; stranger things had happened. A shout caught his attention and he turned to see Coughlin, Reed, and Ronon frolicking in the water. He took a a closer look around and found Teyla relaxing near McKay's hammock in the shade. Further in the trees he could see the top of a waterfall; all in all, it was pretty much a tropical paradise.
"What's the plan, sir?" Evan asked.
Sheppard shrugged. "My suggestion is to kick off your shoes, enjoy the water, and try some of the fruit that Parrish found on the trees. It's like a cross between a mango and a banana. Maybe with a bit of kiwi too." After a twist of a smile, Sheppard loosened his board from the sand and walked towards the water.
"Here, you look thirsty," David said, coming up to stand next to Evan. He also had his shoes and shirt off and was already starting to look a little bit pink on his shoulders.
Evan set his pack on the ground at his feet and accepted the odd bright pink fruit that David handed him, sniffing it a little before biting into it. Sheppard was right, it did taste a little like a mango. "We sure this is real?" Evan asked.
David shrugged and took a bite of his own piece of fruit. "Nope. But I'm sure we'll figure it out soon enough if it isn't. Besides, I think we're all owed a little bit of vacation time."
Deciding that this was true enough, Evan sat down on the warm sand and started to unlace his boots, listening the sound of the waves crash and a whoop from Sheppard as he caught a wave on his board. A little bit of vacation sounded just about perfect.
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