FIC: Guardians of Atlantis
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shepcrewThis is just first draft stuff. Forgive the cheese factor. Even if Rodney loves cheese.
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Doctor Alysia Ornil had been in the Pegasus Galaxy for a month and had still not seen anything more fascinating than the inside of Dr. McKay's lab, which was sad, given the state of affairs. Here she was, a leading archaeologist in a place that begged to be researched, and all she had seen were the hallways of Atlantis. That wasn't to say that the Ancient city wasn't fascinating or filled with treasures beyond the wildest dreams of any archaeologist or scientist; no, the abandoned city held more than its share of secrets and wealth, but it was really nothing compared to being out in the field.
I came here to fill the same shoes that Dr. Jackson fills for SG-1 on this expedition, she thought with a sigh. Instead I get to wallow in the science labs while Dr. McKay uses me as his trained monkey. Hell, even Zalenka gets to go off world more than I do!
It was ironic, when she thought about it, seeing as how Zalenka hated going off-world and yet he had more ‘Gate time than half the Science Team combined. Alysia tapped at her keyboard diligently, though, inputting McKay's last batch of data from his most recent mission. She snorted. Hell, the way McKay carries on, sometimes, you'd think he was the one in charge of these missions.
A stream of Czech curses and insults followed by McKay's indignant, "Radek, you know I'm right!" heralded the arrival of the top two scientists in Atlantis, and the subjects of Alysia's most recent musings. She pretended to ignore them as she continued typing; she was used to the petty bickering between them by now.
"Yes, yes. Of course, you're right," Zalenka stated wryly, with an off-handed wave. "When have you ever been wrong?"
"Exactly!" McKay said with happy triumph. Alysia could imagine McKay's face as its jubilation fell into annoyed resignation. "Okay, now did you have to say it in that tone?"
"What tone?" Zalenka asked, sarcastically, feigning ignorance.
"The tone which implies that you are mocking me," McKay stated in his arrogant, matter-of-fact way. Alysia tried not to roll her eyes.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Zalenka glaring at McKay. "Right," he said, deadpan. "Because no one is allowed to mock the great Rodney McKay."
The young woman decided it was time to step in and break it up before it got ugly. "Doctor McKay?" she asked, turning in her seat to face them and effectively derailing whatever retort McKay was about to zing across the room. "Could you clarify part of your notes? I don't want to copy them incorrectly."
Alysia tried not to snort at McKay's smug little smirk as he gave Zalenka an overly pleased chuckle. "See?" the physicist said, his spirits picking up. "At least somebody here respects me enough to want to do things right, which is to say, my way."
Zalenka muttered something under his breath that sounded a little like "only because they are all terrified of you."
Alysia had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. It was true, for the most part. Rodney McKay did run the Science Department as his own private dictatorship and had everyone living in a constant state of fear and frenzy, the likes of which no amount of caffeine or narcotics could ever duplicate.
I suppose this is what I've been reduced to for the long haul. May as well get used to it. And with that final thought, Alysia settled down and prepare to placate her superior and do his bidding.
Rating: PG (for now)
Warnings: If you're not up on at least the first 2 seasons, you may be spoiled something aweful. Be warned.
Disclaimer: MGM owns the franchise, Lionsgate owns the film. I? Own nothing. Except Alysia, since she's an OC and therefore belongs to me.
Summary: Alysia is stuck at a desk job on Atlantis when she should be out in the field. Her chance to prove herself comes with an unexpected discover that could either save Atlantis, or destroy it.
Author's Notes: Yeah, sounds cliche and it probably is. I blame this plot bunny on having recently watched Atlantis: The Lost Empire after so many years. I make no apologies. Also, this story takes place very early on in Season 3. So key things that are now the norm for the Expedition that weren't at the start of the series are firmly in place and it may confuse you if you're not up on everything.
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Doctor Alysia Ornil had been in the Pegasus Galaxy for a month and had still not seen anything more fascinating than the inside of Dr. McKay's lab, which was sad, given the state of affairs. Here she was, a leading archaeologist in a place that begged to be researched, and all she had seen were the hallways of Atlantis. That wasn't to say that the Ancient city wasn't fascinating or filled with treasures beyond the wildest dreams of any archaeologist or scientist; no, the abandoned city held more than its share of secrets and wealth, but it was really nothing compared to being out in the field.
I came here to fill the same shoes that Dr. Jackson fills for SG-1 on this expedition, she thought with a sigh. Instead I get to wallow in the science labs while Dr. McKay uses me as his trained monkey. Hell, even Zalenka gets to go off world more than I do!
It was ironic, when she thought about it, seeing as how Zalenka hated going off-world and yet he had more ‘Gate time than half the Science Team combined. Alysia tapped at her keyboard diligently, though, inputting McKay's last batch of data from his most recent mission. She snorted. Hell, the way McKay carries on, sometimes, you'd think he was the one in charge of these missions.
A stream of Czech curses and insults followed by McKay's indignant, "Radek, you know I'm right!" heralded the arrival of the top two scientists in Atlantis, and the subjects of Alysia's most recent musings. She pretended to ignore them as she continued typing; she was used to the petty bickering between them by now.
"Yes, yes. Of course, you're right," Zalenka stated wryly, with an off-handed wave. "When have you ever been wrong?"
"Exactly!" McKay said with happy triumph. Alysia could imagine McKay's face as its jubilation fell into annoyed resignation. "Okay, now did you have to say it in that tone?"
"What tone?" Zalenka asked, sarcastically, feigning ignorance.
"The tone which implies that you are mocking me," McKay stated in his arrogant, matter-of-fact way. Alysia tried not to roll her eyes.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Zalenka glaring at McKay. "Right," he said, deadpan. "Because no one is allowed to mock the great Rodney McKay."
The young woman decided it was time to step in and break it up before it got ugly. "Doctor McKay?" she asked, turning in her seat to face them and effectively derailing whatever retort McKay was about to zing across the room. "Could you clarify part of your notes? I don't want to copy them incorrectly."
Alysia tried not to snort at McKay's smug little smirk as he gave Zalenka an overly pleased chuckle. "See?" the physicist said, his spirits picking up. "At least somebody here respects me enough to want to do things right, which is to say, my way."
Zalenka muttered something under his breath that sounded a little like "only because they are all terrified of you."
Alysia had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. It was true, for the most part. Rodney McKay did run the Science Department as his own private dictatorship and had everyone living in a constant state of fear and frenzy, the likes of which no amount of caffeine or narcotics could ever duplicate.
I suppose this is what I've been reduced to for the long haul. May as well get used to it. And with that final thought, Alysia settled down and prepare to placate her superior and do his bidding.
