Dancing On Air
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Stargate: SG-1 › Stargate Atlantis
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,381
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Stargate Atlantis, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Jeannie
This was not good. Rodney looked into the empty room, his eyes wide with terror. Where was she? He sent his mind searching for her, but all he could hear was a faint humming, a light song. He left their rooms, heading down to where Ronon’s rooms were.
Ronon lifted his head off the bed at the chiming from the door, slowly pulling out from underneath Jaian to pad across the floor to the door. Manually opening the door, he cocked his head at Rodney.
“Why’re you here?” He asked, and in response, the scientist walked in, his hands in whitened fists.
“Rose is gone.” The words weren’t out of his mouth before Jaian was sitting up on the bed, his face tense. “I can feel that she’s alive, but nothing else.”
“What do you think’s wrong?” Jaian asked. Rodney winced, and winced hard.
“Rose and I have another sibling, Jeannie. Jeannie rejected us on this date ten years ago. She’s of the belief that Linked Twins that choose to use, instead of reject their gifts are damned.” Rodney blanched. “Rose and Jeannie were real close, and when Jeannie called Rose and I the spawn of the devil, Rose went a little bit crazy. I’d never used our bond against Rose before, but I did that day.” Rodney frowned. “Rose nearly killed herself. I haven’t spoken to Jeannie since.”
“Nearly?” Ronon questioned.
“Rose, I found her later that night with a knife against her wrists. I overpowered her mind, and we spent the next few weeks on leave, working out certain impulses. I’ve gently stopped staying in her mind, and I haven’t been there at all since we got to Atlantis. This city seems to have healed her.”
“The night is beautiful” Rose spoke softly into the wind, her eyes thick with tears as she gazed down at the water below. Her mind hummed with the power of the block she had placed over her bond with Rodney—she had worked on creating it for several months, and had finally created it. It could be slid on and off at will. She had used it a few times before, but it was only to practice a gift that was nely manifesting. Tonight, she would see if she could manipulate the winds to hold her up, above the waves below.
Rosalyn hummed softly, a ditty that she remembered an aunt singing to her once…
“The sky fell and rose again…” She sang the notes, calling the winds around her, cocooning her and lifting her above the sea. From the balcony of Ronon’s room, Jaian let out a gasp of air at the figure levitating above the ocean, her body swirling, stepping, dancing on the air. He went to the window and gestured for Ronon and Rodney.
“She found it, then.” Rodney spoke, his voice relieved.
“Found it?” Ronon asked.
“We had an aunt, on our father’s side, she married his younger brother. She used to dance on air. She’d pick us up in her arms, and dance with us when we were little. Said that, when she died, one of us would get the gift, of dancing on air.”
Ronon lifted his head off the bed at the chiming from the door, slowly pulling out from underneath Jaian to pad across the floor to the door. Manually opening the door, he cocked his head at Rodney.
“Why’re you here?” He asked, and in response, the scientist walked in, his hands in whitened fists.
“Rose is gone.” The words weren’t out of his mouth before Jaian was sitting up on the bed, his face tense. “I can feel that she’s alive, but nothing else.”
“What do you think’s wrong?” Jaian asked. Rodney winced, and winced hard.
“Rose and I have another sibling, Jeannie. Jeannie rejected us on this date ten years ago. She’s of the belief that Linked Twins that choose to use, instead of reject their gifts are damned.” Rodney blanched. “Rose and Jeannie were real close, and when Jeannie called Rose and I the spawn of the devil, Rose went a little bit crazy. I’d never used our bond against Rose before, but I did that day.” Rodney frowned. “Rose nearly killed herself. I haven’t spoken to Jeannie since.”
“Nearly?” Ronon questioned.
“Rose, I found her later that night with a knife against her wrists. I overpowered her mind, and we spent the next few weeks on leave, working out certain impulses. I’ve gently stopped staying in her mind, and I haven’t been there at all since we got to Atlantis. This city seems to have healed her.”
“The night is beautiful” Rose spoke softly into the wind, her eyes thick with tears as she gazed down at the water below. Her mind hummed with the power of the block she had placed over her bond with Rodney—she had worked on creating it for several months, and had finally created it. It could be slid on and off at will. She had used it a few times before, but it was only to practice a gift that was nely manifesting. Tonight, she would see if she could manipulate the winds to hold her up, above the waves below.
Rosalyn hummed softly, a ditty that she remembered an aunt singing to her once…
“The sky fell and rose again…” She sang the notes, calling the winds around her, cocooning her and lifting her above the sea. From the balcony of Ronon’s room, Jaian let out a gasp of air at the figure levitating above the ocean, her body swirling, stepping, dancing on the air. He went to the window and gestured for Ronon and Rodney.
“She found it, then.” Rodney spoke, his voice relieved.
“Found it?” Ronon asked.
“We had an aunt, on our father’s side, she married his younger brother. She used to dance on air. She’d pick us up in her arms, and dance with us when we were little. Said that, when she died, one of us would get the gift, of dancing on air.”