December 23rd, 2006
|sinanju||01:02 pm - [Chloe] Ebil! Awakens!|
Who: Chloe Sullivan
Where: The Gate Room, Atlantis
When: Approx. two hours after SG-23's arrival
Invited: Anyone and everyone
Chloe walked out of her newly assigned quarters in a giddy mood. Atlantis was amazing! It was incredible, in fact. It was hard to accept that the city was as old as it was known to be. It seemed brand new, as if even the Atlantis expedition had just moved in and hadn't had time to scuff the floors. Chloe reminded herself that the city was actually several million years old and giggled. Incredible!
It wasn't exactly homey, though. It was a cold city in many ways. Not very inviting or comfortable looking, though the human-occupied areas were nice enough. On the other hand, compared to that ice palace of Clark's--and presumbly to Krypton as a whole, at leas before it was destroyed--it was positively warm and cuddly.
Using the transporter closet--(The T.C.,) Chloe thought and laughed to herself--was mildly amusing. Not as frightening as gating all the way to Atlantis, not as exciting as the ring transporters. But it got her back to the center of the city very quickly. Chloe stepped out of the T.C. and looked around.
A handful of Marines stood guard here and there. Lots of people in Atlantis jumpsuits hurried to and fro, though a few sauntered instead. They were probably off duty, Chloe guessed. The stargate--which looked very different from the gate at the SGC was inactive at the moment. Overhead, the high ceiling provided room for Puddle Jumpers to swoop down from their bays and fly through the gate.
Chloe was about to go in search of the commissary when she saw a woman not wearing the Atlantis uniform walking by. Teyla Emmagen. Native of the Pegasus galaxy and a kick-ass warrior by all accounts. But nothing in the briefings Chloe had read had indicated just how hot she was, not even the photographs. "Teyla? Teyla Emmagen?"
Teyla stopped and looked at her. "Yes. You are Chloe Sullivan? Of SG-23?"
"Yes!" Chloe said, approaching her. She felt unreasonably pleased that Teyla knew who she was. "I just...I saw you walking by, and...and...." Chloe reached out to grab her arms and lay a big kiss on her. Teyla parried her easily, automatically, looking surprised.
Chloe tried again. Teyla evaded her again, a tiny frown line appearing on her brow. "Miss Sullivan, this is not..." she said, but Chloe wasn't listening. She had to kiss Teyla. She had to. For a start. There were a lot of things she suddenly wanted to do to Teyla, and she knew Teyla would like them if she'd simply go along with it.
Chloe lunged at her again. "Teyla, just--I only want to..." Teyla parried her again. Chloe tried to counter her, but even a couple of years of training made her no match for Teyla. What made it especially humiliating--and embarrassment and anger began to erode her initial lusty impulses--was that Teyla clearly wasn't even trying hard. She wasn't even really thinking about it when she reacted.
Chloe felt her anger mounting rapidly. She continued struggling fruitlessly, panting and growling. She wasn't trying to kiss the woman any longer. Now she wanted to strike her, hurt her. Teyla parried her a couple more times, then resorted to a pain compliance hold. It hurt, but Chloe ignored it. Let Teyla dislocate her shoulder--it would heal before she finished punching Teyla out!
More hands seized Chloe now. She struggled, screaming at them, cursing. In her frenzy, Chloe managed to wrench one arm free long enough to grab a Marine's sidearm. Before she could use it, something struck her arm hard enough to break it an instant before she went down under a pile of bodies, immobilized by their sheer weight.
"Take her to Dr. Beckett," Chloe heard Teyla say. "Confine her until he can determine what is wrong with her."
Current Mood: infuriated
Current Music: NIne Inch Nails, "Closer"
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 04:33 pm (UTC)|| |
Kenzaki was getting increasingly annoyed by Sheppard's words, but was determined not to show it. But he wasn't going to the infirmary, he didn't need to take up space if people were hurt. The weak and the wounded were going to be enough without adding a perfectly healthy (if in need of a wash) him. "I don't need to be there. I'm fine." His tone was as calm as he could make it, figuring nothing would be accomplished by shouting.
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 05:09 pm (UTC)|| |
Daniel caught Jon's eye and gave his head a subtle tilt to indicate Kenzaki. He knew that Sheppard might or might not understand Daniel's meaning, but Jon would read him loud and clear. He also thought as loudly as he could, (I think that we might have another infected.) Daniel that Kenzaki could be stubborn, but not so much as to argue a direct order from a superior officer.
"Kenzaki," Daniel slipped into his 'diplomat' voice, "You may physically be well, but clearly there are those, including Faith," Daniel paused, watching two marines hoist the unconscious Slayer carefully out of the door, "who are not. We've all possibly been exposed to something and we need to be checked. This is routine, and you know the drill.
"Stop arguing with direct orders. We're guests here and we really don't want to upset the chain of command," Daniel added in Japanese. (Although it sounds like we may have already done that. Cameron, Sam and Teal'c?) He made a mental note to visit his teammates as soon as he got checked out and figuratively knocked some sense into Kenzaki.
|Date:||December 29th, 2006 12:27 am (UTC)|| |
Kenzaki glowered at Sheppard, but considered what he'd heard. Sheppard was ordering him to go, and there were still Marines nearby with stunners. They wouldn't knock him out, but they would make him very woozy, giving Sheppard all the excuse he needed to send Kenzaki to the infirmary.
On the other hand, if he went to the infirmary of his own free will, he'd be able to convince them he was fine. And while he was under observation, he'd be able to absorb energy and heal faster.
"Wakarimashita," he said, dipping into his own native language, and adding the English translation. "I understood."