Night Watch by Pilgrim Soul (PG)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Original Character
Pairing: None
Category: Original Character, Character Study, John Sheppard
Warning: None
Author on LJ: http://a-pilgrim-soul.livejournal.com/
Author's Website: None
Link: http://a-pilgrim-soul.livejournal.com/2871.html
Why This Must Be Read: I love stories about the military members of the Atlantis expedition. This is a lovely little piece from the first-person-perspective of a newbie Marine on night watch on a lonely pier of Atlantis. A conversation with a melancholy Sheppard, also out in the dark watching the water, reveals as much about the isolated colonel as it does the lieutenant.
A snippet of the story...
I don’t care what anyone says, this place is eerie at night. I think Major Lorne knows it creeps me out, that’s why he gave me watch out on the west pier on my own. I knew Sergeant Gibson was only a few hundred yards away if I needed him but standing out there in the middle of the night, listening to the sea crashing against the walls below, it feels like you’re alone in the universe and it’s all too easy to imagine monsters crawling their way out of the black water. My mind conjured up an endless parade of horrors out there in that endless ocean and I found myself gripping my P-90 a little tighter.
And just as my brain was inventing a man-eating shark/squid hybrid, that’s when I saw the movement. It was further down the pier, where a warehouse cast a deep shadow, blocking out the light from the living parts of the city. Perhaps it’s just shadows, I thought, just my mind playing tricks, but the more I looked the more uncertain I became. I tried to convince myself that I had imagined it. But no, I saw it again; something moving down by the dock. By this time I was gripping my weapon so tightly my knuckles had turned white. I crept a little further down the pier whilst trying to decide if I should call Gibson? My first thought was no; if it was nothing, if it was just something blowing in the wind and I freaked out over I, I’d never live it down. But by this time I’m certain there’s something there, crouched in the shadows; I can see it clearly. I whisper a “damn it!” under my breath. At least, I said something like that - it may not have been quite so polite. I figured it was better to make an ass of myself than risk a security breach just because I didn‘t want to look bad in front of the guys. My hand reached for my radio but it stopped dead when the dark shape in the shadows spoke.
“Lieutenant, if I really were an intruder I’d have slit your throat ten minutes ago.”
Pairing: None
Category: Original Character, Character Study, John Sheppard
Warning: None
Author on LJ: http://a-pilgrim-soul.livejournal.com/
Author's Website: None
Link: http://a-pilgrim-soul.livejournal.com/2871.html
Why This Must Be Read: I love stories about the military members of the Atlantis expedition. This is a lovely little piece from the first-person-perspective of a newbie Marine on night watch on a lonely pier of Atlantis. A conversation with a melancholy Sheppard, also out in the dark watching the water, reveals as much about the isolated colonel as it does the lieutenant.
A snippet of the story...
I don’t care what anyone says, this place is eerie at night. I think Major Lorne knows it creeps me out, that’s why he gave me watch out on the west pier on my own. I knew Sergeant Gibson was only a few hundred yards away if I needed him but standing out there in the middle of the night, listening to the sea crashing against the walls below, it feels like you’re alone in the universe and it’s all too easy to imagine monsters crawling their way out of the black water. My mind conjured up an endless parade of horrors out there in that endless ocean and I found myself gripping my P-90 a little tighter.
And just as my brain was inventing a man-eating shark/squid hybrid, that’s when I saw the movement. It was further down the pier, where a warehouse cast a deep shadow, blocking out the light from the living parts of the city. Perhaps it’s just shadows, I thought, just my mind playing tricks, but the more I looked the more uncertain I became. I tried to convince myself that I had imagined it. But no, I saw it again; something moving down by the dock. By this time I was gripping my weapon so tightly my knuckles had turned white. I crept a little further down the pier whilst trying to decide if I should call Gibson? My first thought was no; if it was nothing, if it was just something blowing in the wind and I freaked out over I, I’d never live it down. But by this time I’m certain there’s something there, crouched in the shadows; I can see it clearly. I whisper a “damn it!” under my breath. At least, I said something like that - it may not have been quite so polite. I figured it was better to make an ass of myself than risk a security breach just because I didn‘t want to look bad in front of the guys. My hand reached for my radio but it stopped dead when the dark shape in the shadows spoke.
“Lieutenant, if I really were an intruder I’d have slit your throat ten minutes ago.”
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