Phantom by Kayleefaye [Reviews - 8]
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Category: Crossovers > General
Characters: Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Original Character, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan
Rating: PG
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama
Warnings: None
Series: None
Word count: 11822; Completed: Yes
Summary: Sheppard and Co. get more than they bargained for when they take in a girl raised by a Wraith. Crossover with NCIS.
One:
The air was damp and cool with a slight musty smell. Mist swirled around her ankles as she hurried through the corridor. She ran her hands over the slick material of her skirt, mindful of how she must look.
Her black hair, usually done up neatly with pins, straggled down her neck. Her face was pink with sun, and there was dirt under her fingernails and on the hem of her gown.
The last door retracted for her and she entered the laboratory. He waited for her beside the main console, his back to her as he studied the screen in front of him. As she crossed the chamber to join him, he turned to face her.
His yellow eyes looked her up and down, and she blushed, dropping her gaze. He reached over and lifted her chin with his clawed hand. "You have been in your garden," he said. It was not a question.
"Yes," she replied, hiding her stained hands behind her back.
"Good," he said briskly. "The exercise is beneficial to you."
Again, she blushed, but this time from pleasure. She grew most of her own food in her extensive gardens, cultivating various fruits, vegetables, and herbs. Everything else, Veil provided.
Veil had cared for her as long as she could remember. He was not always a compassionate guardian, but he was a dutiful one. She never wanted for anything, and he never spoke harshly or punished her, even when she disobeyed.
Which wasn't very often.
"What do you need?" she asked curiously, sneaking a look at the streaming symbols on the screen.
"It is time to evaluate your progress," Veil replied, gesturing to the examination table. "Today you are thirteen annuals old."
She lay down on the table, adjusting her gown modestly. "Is that very old?"
He chuckled deep in his throat. "Not for your kind. You are still but a child." He held a scanner over her head, and she closed her eyes against the green light. Veil passed the scanner over her entire body, concentrating on her abdomen.
Once he was done, she turned her head to look at the screen. Veil spent a moment at his console, and then told her, "You remain in good health. See that you continue to do so."
"Yes, Veil," she replied meekly. He continued with the examination, taking images of her brain, listening to her heart and lungs, and collecting blood and skin samples.
"Now you may go," he said. "I will see you this evening."
She hopped down, dipped a quick curtsy, and left the chamber. Veil liked to work alone. She had asked him once if he needed help, but he had laughed and stroked her hair, saying that she was too young. One day, she hoped, she would be old enough.
The sun was still high when she made her way back outside. Though the dim corridors of Veil's home were as familiar and comfortable as her own skin, she enjoyed being outside.
She collected her tools from where she had left them in her hurry to answer Veil's summons and continued to work where she left off. If she was not diligent, weeds would soon overtake her garden, choking out the valuable plants.
When her hands were sore and red, she left her walled-off garden and made her way through the airy forest. Veil did not keep her from wandering and exploring so long as she returned home before dark.
The stream was cool and clear, and provided all of her drinking and bathing water. She plunged her hands in, scrubbing them with sand. She patted her face and dried her hands on her skirt. It was a pleasant day, and she wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. The cold was not long distant, when she had to spend most of her time indoors.
Listening to the birds sing and chatter to each other, she dozed off in the sunshine.
***
There were days when she missed the petty squabbles of the Milky Way. Dr. Elizabeth Weir had negotiated countless treaties between the various nations of her home world. She had fended off a full-scale attack against Earth and stared down so-called gods.
And yet, all of that had not prepared her for dealing with the people who resided in the not-so-lost city of Atlantis.
She rubbed her forehead and blew out a long sigh. "Tell me again how this happened?" she asked wearily.
Dr. Rodney McKay, PhD, shot a dirty look at his companion, Dr. Radek Zelenka, PhD. Both men were covered head-to-toe with soot, as were the walls of their lab.
"Well, this wouldn't have happened if Zelenka here hadn't gone touching things I told him not to," Rodney began acidly.
Radek interrupted with an explosive—and inventive—Czech expletive (it was amazing what you learned in Pegasus). "I did no such thing," the bespectacled scientist exclaimed. "It was you who ignored my warning that we did not know what the object was for!"
"Oh, that is so wrong!"
Before the shouting match could find its stride, Elizabeth put her hands up. "Gentlemen, please," she said firmly. "I don't care whose fault it was. Just clean up this mess and for Pete's sake be more careful in the future." She leveled a flat stare at McKay. "I'd hate to have this solar system blown up, too."
Rodney blushed beneath the grime and muttered under his breath. Satisfied the scientists were sufficiently cowed, she turned on her heel and marched out the door, nearly colliding with her Military commander in the hallway.
"Whoa," John said, grabbing her elbows to steady her. "Sorry about that."
"It's fine," she said quickly, smoothing her dark hair and straightening her uniform. John cocked an eyebrow, his expression unconvinced.
"Long day?" he asked dryly.
She waved her hand in the lab's direction. "Have you seen what those two have been up to? I swear they're kids in high school chemistry."
He smirked. "Aw, c'mon. They're just having fun."
She sighed again. "Sometimes I do not understand how you can have Rodney on your team."
John shrugged fluidly. "He's not all that bad." Then he smiled wickedly. "And if all else fails, I just have Ronon knock him around a bit."
That earned a smile. John fell in step as she headed back to her office. "So what do you have planned for today?" she asked.
"Lorne and I are taking the fresh blood out to the mainland to get a taste of Pegasus field exercises." He shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned. She examined the Lt. Colonel out of the corner of her eye. John was fiercely protective of everyone under his care, but he was not above making some of their lives miserable.
"Have fun," she told him.
"Oh, we will."
Just then, John's XO popped out of a side corridor. "The Jumpers are ready to go, sir," Major Lorne told John, and then he nodded to Elizabeth. "Ma'am."
"Major," she nodded back. She looked at John. "Tell me about it when you get back."
He tossed her a mock-salute. "Will do. C'mon, Lorne. Let's go kick some ass."
Elizabeth smiled and shook her head as she entered the gate room. She wouldn't trade Atlantis for the world. Any of them.
Chapter or Story - Text Size +
Category: Crossovers > General
Characters: Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Original Character, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan
Rating: PG
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama
Warnings: None
Series: None
Word count: 11822; Completed: Yes
Summary: Sheppard and Co. get more than they bargained for when they take in a girl raised by a Wraith. Crossover with NCIS.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Chapter 1: Phantoms
One:
The air was damp and cool with a slight musty smell. Mist swirled around her ankles as she hurried through the corridor. She ran her hands over the slick material of her skirt, mindful of how she must look.
Her black hair, usually done up neatly with pins, straggled down her neck. Her face was pink with sun, and there was dirt under her fingernails and on the hem of her gown.
The last door retracted for her and she entered the laboratory. He waited for her beside the main console, his back to her as he studied the screen in front of him. As she crossed the chamber to join him, he turned to face her.
His yellow eyes looked her up and down, and she blushed, dropping her gaze. He reached over and lifted her chin with his clawed hand. "You have been in your garden," he said. It was not a question.
"Yes," she replied, hiding her stained hands behind her back.
"Good," he said briskly. "The exercise is beneficial to you."
Again, she blushed, but this time from pleasure. She grew most of her own food in her extensive gardens, cultivating various fruits, vegetables, and herbs. Everything else, Veil provided.
Veil had cared for her as long as she could remember. He was not always a compassionate guardian, but he was a dutiful one. She never wanted for anything, and he never spoke harshly or punished her, even when she disobeyed.
Which wasn't very often.
"What do you need?" she asked curiously, sneaking a look at the streaming symbols on the screen.
"It is time to evaluate your progress," Veil replied, gesturing to the examination table. "Today you are thirteen annuals old."
She lay down on the table, adjusting her gown modestly. "Is that very old?"
He chuckled deep in his throat. "Not for your kind. You are still but a child." He held a scanner over her head, and she closed her eyes against the green light. Veil passed the scanner over her entire body, concentrating on her abdomen.
Once he was done, she turned her head to look at the screen. Veil spent a moment at his console, and then told her, "You remain in good health. See that you continue to do so."
"Yes, Veil," she replied meekly. He continued with the examination, taking images of her brain, listening to her heart and lungs, and collecting blood and skin samples.
"Now you may go," he said. "I will see you this evening."
She hopped down, dipped a quick curtsy, and left the chamber. Veil liked to work alone. She had asked him once if he needed help, but he had laughed and stroked her hair, saying that she was too young. One day, she hoped, she would be old enough.
The sun was still high when she made her way back outside. Though the dim corridors of Veil's home were as familiar and comfortable as her own skin, she enjoyed being outside.
She collected her tools from where she had left them in her hurry to answer Veil's summons and continued to work where she left off. If she was not diligent, weeds would soon overtake her garden, choking out the valuable plants.
When her hands were sore and red, she left her walled-off garden and made her way through the airy forest. Veil did not keep her from wandering and exploring so long as she returned home before dark.
The stream was cool and clear, and provided all of her drinking and bathing water. She plunged her hands in, scrubbing them with sand. She patted her face and dried her hands on her skirt. It was a pleasant day, and she wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. The cold was not long distant, when she had to spend most of her time indoors.
Listening to the birds sing and chatter to each other, she dozed off in the sunshine.
***
There were days when she missed the petty squabbles of the Milky Way. Dr. Elizabeth Weir had negotiated countless treaties between the various nations of her home world. She had fended off a full-scale attack against Earth and stared down so-called gods.
And yet, all of that had not prepared her for dealing with the people who resided in the not-so-lost city of Atlantis.
She rubbed her forehead and blew out a long sigh. "Tell me again how this happened?" she asked wearily.
Dr. Rodney McKay, PhD, shot a dirty look at his companion, Dr. Radek Zelenka, PhD. Both men were covered head-to-toe with soot, as were the walls of their lab.
"Well, this wouldn't have happened if Zelenka here hadn't gone touching things I told him not to," Rodney began acidly.
Radek interrupted with an explosive—and inventive—Czech expletive (it was amazing what you learned in Pegasus). "I did no such thing," the bespectacled scientist exclaimed. "It was you who ignored my warning that we did not know what the object was for!"
"Oh, that is so wrong!"
Before the shouting match could find its stride, Elizabeth put her hands up. "Gentlemen, please," she said firmly. "I don't care whose fault it was. Just clean up this mess and for Pete's sake be more careful in the future." She leveled a flat stare at McKay. "I'd hate to have this solar system blown up, too."
Rodney blushed beneath the grime and muttered under his breath. Satisfied the scientists were sufficiently cowed, she turned on her heel and marched out the door, nearly colliding with her Military commander in the hallway.
"Whoa," John said, grabbing her elbows to steady her. "Sorry about that."
"It's fine," she said quickly, smoothing her dark hair and straightening her uniform. John cocked an eyebrow, his expression unconvinced.
"Long day?" he asked dryly.
She waved her hand in the lab's direction. "Have you seen what those two have been up to? I swear they're kids in high school chemistry."
He smirked. "Aw, c'mon. They're just having fun."
She sighed again. "Sometimes I do not understand how you can have Rodney on your team."
John shrugged fluidly. "He's not all that bad." Then he smiled wickedly. "And if all else fails, I just have Ronon knock him around a bit."
That earned a smile. John fell in step as she headed back to her office. "So what do you have planned for today?" she asked.
"Lorne and I are taking the fresh blood out to the mainland to get a taste of Pegasus field exercises." He shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned. She examined the Lt. Colonel out of the corner of her eye. John was fiercely protective of everyone under his care, but he was not above making some of their lives miserable.
"Have fun," she told him.
"Oh, we will."
Just then, John's XO popped out of a side corridor. "The Jumpers are ready to go, sir," Major Lorne told John, and then he nodded to Elizabeth. "Ma'am."
"Major," she nodded back. She looked at John. "Tell me about it when you get back."
He tossed her a mock-salute. "Will do. C'mon, Lorne. Let's go kick some ass."
Elizabeth smiled and shook her head as she entered the gate room. She wouldn't trade Atlantis for the world. Any of them.