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FIC: Harper of Athos [SGA/Andromeda]
Not even really a "fic." More like just a "let."
Title: Harper of Athos
Author: Feygan
Fandom: SGA/Andromeda
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atantis or Andromeda
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: Waking up in strange places is always just a little... well, strange.
Water. His mouth was full of salt water and he was coughing and choking, trying to breathe.
He dragged himself further onto land, his arms shuddering with weakness. He finally collapsed, turning his head at the last moment to keep from pressing his face into the sand.
He lay there for an indeterminate length of time, just breathing and living.
Eventually, though, he ha to return to the reality end of things. His brain had to wake back up and he began to wonder where he was and how he had gotten here.
The last thing he remembered was a bright blast of light swallowing him whole and the knowledge that he was dead. Only that must not have been true, because here he was, wherever this was.
He knew he should get up and find some answers, but he was too weak, too tired. All he could do was lie there and breathe the miracle of air. And finally he just drifted completely and the darkness swallowed him away from himself.
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Warm blankets pressing around him, letting hte last bit of near-drowning iciness out of his veins. For the first time in what felt like forever he was actually comfortable--not baking in heat, not cake-mouthed with thirst, not emotionally stripped by the acid-wash of supposed-friends turning on him.
He was surprised to find how good he actually felt. Seventeen years growing up in the hell that was Boston. Five years scrounging around the galaxy as a crewmember aboard the Eureka Maru. Four years aboard the Adromeda Ascendant. Then five years on Seefra. One more year aboard Andromeda and on the various Seefras, but no days as bright as those original Andromeda years, never feeling quite as happy or loved. And now he was here, wherever here might be.
"Ah, so you are finally awake."
Seamus Zelazny Harper, self-proclaimed "frickin' genius," turned his head to look at the bearded man that had entered.
"Who are you?"
The guy smiled at him. "Greetings, I am Halling."
"O-kay." Harper shifted on the suddenly lumpy feeling bed. "Where am I? How did you bring me here?"
He distinctly remembered he had been about to die. So the fact he was still alive meant someone had done something on the hinky end of things.
"I do not understand," Halling said. "Some children found you washed up on the shore. Do you not come from Atlantis?"
"Atlantis? Where's that?"
Halling suddenly looked worried. "You are not from Atlantis? Then how do you come here?"
"That's what I want to know," Harper said. "One minute I'm thinking I'm about to end up one dead super genius. The next I'm wakig up in," he looked around himself, "a tent being asked how I got here by a complete stranger."
"You are among my people. We are the Athosians."
"Super," Harper said.
"Are you sure you are not from Atlantis?" Halling asked. "You sound as some of their people do. Most strange."
"That's me. Most stranger of the strange."
Harper was glad to be alive, but he had wonder where he was and what it meant. Like maybe Trance had once again done something weird.
Title: Harper of Athos
Author: Feygan
Fandom: SGA/Andromeda
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atantis or Andromeda
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: Waking up in strange places is always just a little... well, strange.
Water. His mouth was full of salt water and he was coughing and choking, trying to breathe.
He dragged himself further onto land, his arms shuddering with weakness. He finally collapsed, turning his head at the last moment to keep from pressing his face into the sand.
He lay there for an indeterminate length of time, just breathing and living.
Eventually, though, he ha to return to the reality end of things. His brain had to wake back up and he began to wonder where he was and how he had gotten here.
The last thing he remembered was a bright blast of light swallowing him whole and the knowledge that he was dead. Only that must not have been true, because here he was, wherever this was.
He knew he should get up and find some answers, but he was too weak, too tired. All he could do was lie there and breathe the miracle of air. And finally he just drifted completely and the darkness swallowed him away from himself.
.
Warm blankets pressing around him, letting hte last bit of near-drowning iciness out of his veins. For the first time in what felt like forever he was actually comfortable--not baking in heat, not cake-mouthed with thirst, not emotionally stripped by the acid-wash of supposed-friends turning on him.
He was surprised to find how good he actually felt. Seventeen years growing up in the hell that was Boston. Five years scrounging around the galaxy as a crewmember aboard the Eureka Maru. Four years aboard the Adromeda Ascendant. Then five years on Seefra. One more year aboard Andromeda and on the various Seefras, but no days as bright as those original Andromeda years, never feeling quite as happy or loved. And now he was here, wherever here might be.
"Ah, so you are finally awake."
Seamus Zelazny Harper, self-proclaimed "frickin' genius," turned his head to look at the bearded man that had entered.
"Who are you?"
The guy smiled at him. "Greetings, I am Halling."
"O-kay." Harper shifted on the suddenly lumpy feeling bed. "Where am I? How did you bring me here?"
He distinctly remembered he had been about to die. So the fact he was still alive meant someone had done something on the hinky end of things.
"I do not understand," Halling said. "Some children found you washed up on the shore. Do you not come from Atlantis?"
"Atlantis? Where's that?"
Halling suddenly looked worried. "You are not from Atlantis? Then how do you come here?"
"That's what I want to know," Harper said. "One minute I'm thinking I'm about to end up one dead super genius. The next I'm wakig up in," he looked around himself, "a tent being asked how I got here by a complete stranger."
"You are among my people. We are the Athosians."
"Super," Harper said.
"Are you sure you are not from Atlantis?" Halling asked. "You sound as some of their people do. Most strange."
"That's me. Most stranger of the strange."
Harper was glad to be alive, but he had wonder where he was and what it meant. Like maybe Trance had once again done something weird.