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skidmo_fic) wrote2007-01-17 08:26 am
skidmo_fic) wrote2007-01-17 08:26 am
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This Tumult in the Clouds, pt. 1 (PG)
Title: This Tumult in the Clouds, pt. 1
Rating: PG
Pairing: Beckett/Ford
Spoilers: Home
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Carson wishes he knew what Sheppard felt when he flew. Pseudo-sequel to A Hundred Lesser Faces
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 Yeats' "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."
Dr. Beckett's hands shook as he sat in the pilot's seat of Jumper Two. He knew Lieutenant Ford thought him weak for wanting to wait the storm out, but he was a naturally cautious man. He hadn't been being modest when he'd said he wasn't a very good pilot, and he knew that his trembling hands would make him even worse. Add to that the force of the storm he'd be trying to pilot through, and he knew that he'd never make it to Atlantis in one piece.
As he sat in the jumper, with Teyla behind him and Ford to his right, and nothing to keep his mind from wandering while the tense silence stretched into infinity, he found himself thinking uncharacteristically morbid thoughts. He thought of what they would do if Atlantis were lost. How would he survive alone on the mainland with a young marine, several Athosians and only what supplies were currently in the jumper.
He'd no doubt Ford would assume command, and the thought simultaneously comforted and frightened him. The lieutenant was a brilliantly capable soldier, but he was still very young, and he tended to display a unique inability to sympathize with anyone who didn't share his viewpoint. When Carson realized that he was hoping Teyla would have a calming influence, he forced himself to think of something other than the possibility that his current company might end up being his only companions for some time to come.
He thought of what sort of things he would have done if he'd suspected this might be his last day. Sheppard had once tried to explain to Carson what he felt when he flew the puddlejumpers. He'd eventually given up and just said, "I guess it's just the feeling every pilot gets when he finds the craft he was born to fly." Carson wished he'd felt that way just once. He was surprised when this line of thought also ended up lingering on the lieutenant. Carson remembered how gentle Ford had been with him after the incident on Hoff. It was a side of him Carson wouldn't have believed existed if he hadn't seen it for himself. In fact, Carson admitted to himself, when he wasn't giving orders, he was quite a pleasant young man, and very attractive to boot. Carson had even heard some of his fellow doctors referring to him as "the pretty one."
He was very pretty. His eyes were a deep, rich brown, and they sparkled with a boyish mischief when they weren't glinting with steely determination. His lips were full and, Carson assumed, soft. His face was crossing the threshold into manhood, and while he was a very pretty youth, Carson knew he was turning into a very handsome man. Carson's thoughts were far from morbid now, but they were beginning to cause a warmth in his belly that was completely inappropriate given their current situation. He spared a glance at Ford before turning his thoughts to safer avenues.
His mum's cooking. He'd like to have tasted it once more. Risking another look at the young lieutenant at his right, he realized that if anyone other than Major Sheppard could get them out of this mess, he believed it would be Aiden Ford.
Part Two
Rating: PG
Pairing: Beckett/Ford
Spoilers: Home
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Carson wishes he knew what Sheppard felt when he flew. Pseudo-sequel to A Hundred Lesser Faces
Author's Notes: written for the
gatecreation episodes challenge. The title comes from Yeats' "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."Dr. Beckett's hands shook as he sat in the pilot's seat of Jumper Two. He knew Lieutenant Ford thought him weak for wanting to wait the storm out, but he was a naturally cautious man. He hadn't been being modest when he'd said he wasn't a very good pilot, and he knew that his trembling hands would make him even worse. Add to that the force of the storm he'd be trying to pilot through, and he knew that he'd never make it to Atlantis in one piece.
As he sat in the jumper, with Teyla behind him and Ford to his right, and nothing to keep his mind from wandering while the tense silence stretched into infinity, he found himself thinking uncharacteristically morbid thoughts. He thought of what they would do if Atlantis were lost. How would he survive alone on the mainland with a young marine, several Athosians and only what supplies were currently in the jumper.
He'd no doubt Ford would assume command, and the thought simultaneously comforted and frightened him. The lieutenant was a brilliantly capable soldier, but he was still very young, and he tended to display a unique inability to sympathize with anyone who didn't share his viewpoint. When Carson realized that he was hoping Teyla would have a calming influence, he forced himself to think of something other than the possibility that his current company might end up being his only companions for some time to come.
He thought of what sort of things he would have done if he'd suspected this might be his last day. Sheppard had once tried to explain to Carson what he felt when he flew the puddlejumpers. He'd eventually given up and just said, "I guess it's just the feeling every pilot gets when he finds the craft he was born to fly." Carson wished he'd felt that way just once. He was surprised when this line of thought also ended up lingering on the lieutenant. Carson remembered how gentle Ford had been with him after the incident on Hoff. It was a side of him Carson wouldn't have believed existed if he hadn't seen it for himself. In fact, Carson admitted to himself, when he wasn't giving orders, he was quite a pleasant young man, and very attractive to boot. Carson had even heard some of his fellow doctors referring to him as "the pretty one."
He was very pretty. His eyes were a deep, rich brown, and they sparkled with a boyish mischief when they weren't glinting with steely determination. His lips were full and, Carson assumed, soft. His face was crossing the threshold into manhood, and while he was a very pretty youth, Carson knew he was turning into a very handsome man. Carson's thoughts were far from morbid now, but they were beginning to cause a warmth in his belly that was completely inappropriate given their current situation. He spared a glance at Ford before turning his thoughts to safer avenues.
His mum's cooking. He'd like to have tasted it once more. Risking another look at the young lieutenant at his right, he realized that if anyone other than Major Sheppard could get them out of this mess, he believed it would be Aiden Ford.
Part Two