An Awfully Big Adventure (G)
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skidmo_ficTitle: An Awfully Big Adventure
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Spoilers: Childhood's End
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Ford was at an odd age.
Author’s Notes: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
gatecreation episodes challenge. The title comes from J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan
Ford was at an odd age.
At twenty-five he was equal parts boy and man. There were times when he still felt like a kid, and he knew that most of his COs had thought of him that way. Hell, Sheppard’d said it once. That was why he had cultivated his “command voice,” as he called it. It was deeper than his normal speaking voice, with just a touch of the gruffness he’d so often admired in superior officers.
But he was also a lieutenant in the U.S. Marine Corps. And that meant that he outranked any number of people. At the SGC, he’d found himself called upon several times to give orders to men more than old enough to be his father. (Women too, but he found that disturbing for completely different reasons.)
He’d thought that his biggest problem in Atlantis was Sergeant Bates. He knew that Bates looked at him like a replacement for his kid brother, and he often thought of Bates as a sort of role model. That made it difficult for both of them when Ford had to give Bates a direct order. Yup, if you’d asked him a week ago he would have said that the biggest problem with being twenty-five was dealing with Bates.
Now he knew differently. The biggest problem with being twenty-five was M7G-677. A planet that seemed to be inhabited by children and governed by a suicide pact. Ford had never felt so old in his life.
It was definitely weird, and he could tell that his teammates were weirded out by it as well. The thing that bothered him most though, wasn’t that these kids were killing themselves, or even that as the youngest member of his team he was still one of the four oldest people on this planet.
The thing that bothered him most was the questions he couldn’t help asking himself.
Like, if he believed that allowing himself one more year of life would mean that the Wraith would come to Atlantis, would he be able to participate in the ritual? Would his hand shake as he held the knife? Would he be one of those who needed help to do what they all believed was necessary?
And if someone came along and told him that he didn’t need to kill himself, that it wouldn’t keep the Wraith away, would he leap at the opportunity to save himself? Or would he, like Keras, have the strength to carry on for the sake of his people?
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Spoilers: Childhood's End
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Ford was at an odd age.
Author’s Notes: written for the
gatecreation episodes challenge. The title comes from J.M. Barrie's Peter PanFord was at an odd age.
At twenty-five he was equal parts boy and man. There were times when he still felt like a kid, and he knew that most of his COs had thought of him that way. Hell, Sheppard’d said it once. That was why he had cultivated his “command voice,” as he called it. It was deeper than his normal speaking voice, with just a touch of the gruffness he’d so often admired in superior officers.
But he was also a lieutenant in the U.S. Marine Corps. And that meant that he outranked any number of people. At the SGC, he’d found himself called upon several times to give orders to men more than old enough to be his father. (Women too, but he found that disturbing for completely different reasons.)
He’d thought that his biggest problem in Atlantis was Sergeant Bates. He knew that Bates looked at him like a replacement for his kid brother, and he often thought of Bates as a sort of role model. That made it difficult for both of them when Ford had to give Bates a direct order. Yup, if you’d asked him a week ago he would have said that the biggest problem with being twenty-five was dealing with Bates.
Now he knew differently. The biggest problem with being twenty-five was M7G-677. A planet that seemed to be inhabited by children and governed by a suicide pact. Ford had never felt so old in his life.
It was definitely weird, and he could tell that his teammates were weirded out by it as well. The thing that bothered him most though, wasn’t that these kids were killing themselves, or even that as the youngest member of his team he was still one of the four oldest people on this planet.
The thing that bothered him most was the questions he couldn’t help asking himself.
Like, if he believed that allowing himself one more year of life would mean that the Wraith would come to Atlantis, would he be able to participate in the ritual? Would his hand shake as he held the knife? Would he be one of those who needed help to do what they all believed was necessary?
And if someone came along and told him that he didn’t need to kill himself, that it wouldn’t keep the Wraith away, would he leap at the opportunity to save himself? Or would he, like Keras, have the strength to carry on for the sake of his people?
