fic: "The Sundered" - Week 14, 'driftwood'
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Title: The Sundered
Author:
tielan
Summary: Driftwood was once a part of a greater whole, with a purpose and a meaning.
Prompt: Week 14 - driftwood picture
Word Count: 406
Notes: I went more with the prompt of 'driftwood' than the picture, mostly because if I went with the picture it would go epic and I didn't have time. With many thanks to
ileliberte for providing elaboration on the prompt and ideas for writing. I couldn't have thought this up without her musings in our conversation!
The Sundered
Once before, Teyla stood in a city full of people she did not know, most of whom cared little for her history or her skills.
The Athosians had left for the mainland, and she had remained behind in Atlantis. And although it had been her choice to remain, still she felt adrift, cut off from the root and branch of the people to whom she had belonged, staying on strange shores to make of herself what she would.
But that was years ago.
Now, Teyla stands in a city full of people who hurry past knowing nothing of her origins or her skills.
A constant flow of noise assails her - not the sound of the wind or the trees, nor the dust skittering across the tent, nor the lap of the sea's tides, but the chatter and burble and clatter and buzz of Earth's cities, Earth's people, Earth's technology.
She stands in the middle of a street fair a solitary soul in a planet whose population is so numerous that it beggars the entire population of her home galaxy.
And in spite of the noise and the bustle and the people, she feels very much alone.
"Teyla?" John comes up to her, a worn-out Torren in his arms. A silvery balloon sails high and gleaming, attached to a string that is tied around her son's wrist. "You okay?"
In her throat lodges a sharp and sudden longing for the emptiness of Pegasus - for a city sailing on an endless sea.
Now Teyla is washed up on the shores of Earth, empty of the purpose that so drove her for all those years. Atlantis is but one more piece of technological flotsam, broken off from her purpose - to stand against the Wraith who drove the Ancestors from her halls - and although one can reason with logic, one cannot argue with a people too fearful to hope.
She swallows the bitterness that rises up within her and answers John's anxious question. "Just distracted," she says, and reaches to take her son from John's arms.
John's fingers rest on hers for a moment as they transfer a tired boy from one to another, and in the lingering warmth of his touch Teyla can sense his own isolation - the sundering of who he must be from who he had once hoped to be.
They are both of them adrift on Earth.
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Summary: Driftwood was once a part of a greater whole, with a purpose and a meaning.
Prompt: Week 14 - driftwood picture
Word Count: 406
Notes: I went more with the prompt of 'driftwood' than the picture, mostly because if I went with the picture it would go epic and I didn't have time. With many thanks to
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Once before, Teyla stood in a city full of people she did not know, most of whom cared little for her history or her skills.
The Athosians had left for the mainland, and she had remained behind in Atlantis. And although it had been her choice to remain, still she felt adrift, cut off from the root and branch of the people to whom she had belonged, staying on strange shores to make of herself what she would.
But that was years ago.
Now, Teyla stands in a city full of people who hurry past knowing nothing of her origins or her skills.
A constant flow of noise assails her - not the sound of the wind or the trees, nor the dust skittering across the tent, nor the lap of the sea's tides, but the chatter and burble and clatter and buzz of Earth's cities, Earth's people, Earth's technology.
She stands in the middle of a street fair a solitary soul in a planet whose population is so numerous that it beggars the entire population of her home galaxy.
And in spite of the noise and the bustle and the people, she feels very much alone.
"Teyla?" John comes up to her, a worn-out Torren in his arms. A silvery balloon sails high and gleaming, attached to a string that is tied around her son's wrist. "You okay?"
In her throat lodges a sharp and sudden longing for the emptiness of Pegasus - for a city sailing on an endless sea.
Now Teyla is washed up on the shores of Earth, empty of the purpose that so drove her for all those years. Atlantis is but one more piece of technological flotsam, broken off from her purpose - to stand against the Wraith who drove the Ancestors from her halls - and although one can reason with logic, one cannot argue with a people too fearful to hope.
She swallows the bitterness that rises up within her and answers John's anxious question. "Just distracted," she says, and reaches to take her son from John's arms.
John's fingers rest on hers for a moment as they transfer a tired boy from one to another, and in the lingering warmth of his touch Teyla can sense his own isolation - the sundering of who he must be from who he had once hoped to be.
They are both of them adrift on Earth.
fin
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Date: 2011-09-03 09:21 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-03 10:12 am (UTC)Very nice...
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Date: 2011-09-05 01:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-03 10:41 am (UTC)Nice!
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Date: 2011-09-05 04:38 am (UTC)Not because they don't have relatives or people elsewhere, but because that's the only place they're accepted for who and what they are.
Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2011-09-03 11:16 am (UTC)Short and powerful little story hon...thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2011-09-05 04:42 am (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2011-09-03 06:02 pm (UTC)I absolutely love Teyla, and I love this glimpse into her thoughts. Thanks!
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Date: 2011-09-04 02:17 am (UTC)Still, very nicely done.
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Date: 2011-09-05 04:44 am (UTC)They're neither of them made to live 'safe'.
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:13 pm (UTC)very reflective and beautiful.....amid many but lonely
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Date: 2011-09-05 04:45 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2011-09-05 01:03 pm (UTC)I know that feeling. It was made it even more poignant.
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