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Fic: SG: Atlantis, season four speculation, Born Stubborn, PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Fandom: SG: Atlantis.
Spoilers/Speculation: Concerning a certain season 4 spoiler, and should be considered very spoilery, yes.
Genre: Gen.
Pairings: None.
Rating: PG, since there might be language.
Notes: they are spoilery, and right after the cut tag.
Born Stubborn
by ALC Punk!
Notes: I had Sam Carter on the brain, and I blame this discussion and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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This wasn't where she wanted to be. Scratch that-- Sam thought ruefully. In some ways, this was exactly where she wanted to be. On the cutting-edge of alien technology, digging deep into the mysteries of the Ancients and discovering ways of stopping the Wraith.
Atlantis.
Oh, she'd been here before, but it hadn't been the same, then. It had just been a visit, that time. A quick jaunt over to the Pegasus galaxy to set up a block to their super-gate. She'd spent almost the entire visit working. Except for the day Daniel had abandoned Vala to her care, saying he was finally sick of keeping the woman from trying to steal half the city. Vala had given him a hurt look, grinned at Sam, and then dragged her all over the city. They'd walked through dusty places, the first people to step foot in some rooms since the Ancients had left, they'd gone swimming in a tiny cove (skinny-dipping, and that had NOT gone on her report), and they'd discovered that they liked Atlantis.
It had been a little like being a kid in a candy shop.
Now, though, Vala wasn't there. Neither were Daniel, Teal'c or Cameron. And it was a little disorienting. Sam had gotten so used to living in and out of their lives over the last few years--especially Teal'c and Daniel--that not having them there was almost like having a missing limb.
Sure, there had been the stint at Area 51, but she'd known subconsciously that Daniel and Teal'c were a car drive or a phone call away. Even General O'Neill hadn't been that far, and he'd been in Washington, D.C. with a secretary who never took messages right.
Cameron had always been a postcard or a letter away, even when she couldn't tell him what she did for a living. And Vala was... Vala. Sam thought she would hate Vala when she met her. And she had, but then Vala had worked her way under Sam's skin until she couldn't quite think of SG-1 as a whole team without her there.
All of them had been left behind and Sam felt her heart give a little lurch, the way it had last year when Cassie announced she was going to Morocco for a semester abroad. They were all perfectly safe (probably), but she wasn't there to watch their backs.
Then again, they weren't here to watch hers, either.
Not that she expected SG-1 to run into much trouble now the Ori were gone--it was just a matter of mopping up the Priors and integrating the followers into a more intergalactic society. The Jaffa had some ideas on that which seemed to be working out. The Goa'uld hadn't really had a thing to say since Ba'al died and took the Trust with him. Stargate Command was still in General Landry's capable hands.
Sam just felt a little lonely. Wallowing in the feeling for a moment as she stood just outside the control room, she thought miserably that her life was going to suck here on Atlantis. And also that Cassie would mock her terribly for using 'suck' in such a way.
Right.
Squaring her shoulders and shaking off the melancholy, Sam reminded herself that she'd commanded the entirety of Area 51 for six months, SG-1 for over a year on her own and then jointly for two more. She'd been trained by Jack O'Neill and dozens of others. She could do this.
It took three steps to take her into the control room, and she watched the bustling technicians. They were still repairing the damage the replicator attack and subsequent flight had caused. Sam ignored the shudder that went through her at the thought of the replicators and concentrated instead on evaluating the people in front of her. They were efficient. Even Rodney McKay seemed to be accomplishing good, despite his occasional bickering disagreements with Dr. Zelenka.
Just like old times, she thought wryly as McKay threw his hands up in disgust.
Since no one seemed to have noticed her yet, Sam decided it was time to make her presence known. It wouldn't do for her to be invisible to the people she was supposed to be in charge of. Wishing for an instant that Dr. Weir was available to help smooth over the transition, Sam cleared her throat.
The activity stopped as they turned to look at her.
"Hi." Sam tried for authority, but her voice squeaked. And she made a face. "Colonel Samantha Carter. I'm reporting for duty, here." She ignored the unsteadiness of her nerves and focused on one of the technicians by the communications board, "Is the PA system still operational?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, looking a little surprised.
"Good. Could you patch me into it, please?"
He shrugged, made a few adjustments, then pulled a small radio from the station and held it out to her.
"Thank you." Sam settled the earpiece on her right ear and pressed the button. She half-smiled, and began, "Hello, Atlantis. This is Colonel Carter. As I'm sure most of you know, Dr. Weir's injuries are going to mean a long recovery. Because of that, the IOA--" Sam's tone shifted, filling with her own annoyance for the oversight committee. "--has decided that Atlantis needs a new commander. Namely, me. And while many of you may not want me here, I am here for the foreseeable future. I will tell you, quite frankly, that I am not here to replace Elizabeth Weir. Once she is back on her feet, and able to stand the stress of the job, she will be replacing me."
A snort escaped Sam, "Think of me as the rebound date, if you want. I don't intend to make changes to Dr. Weir's schedules or routines, but I will be in charge."
Glancing around the control room, Sam noted that most of the people there still seemed somewhat skeptical. Well, she'd expected that. "I need all department heads to report to me within the next forty-eight hours with details on the current conditions and needs of your departments. Meanwhile, Dr. Weir is currently getting the best care we can provide her. There are no plans to move her back to Earth, since the doctors are convinced the move would be worse for her in the long run. Thank you."
Sam reached up and turned the radio off.
There was silence in the control room for a moment; the people there seemed to need to assimilate the data they'd been given before they reacted for good or bad.
It was Rodney McKay who eventually broke the silence, his tone almost serious rather than sarcastic. "Welcome to Atlantis, Colonel Carter."
"Thank you, Dr. McKay." Sam gave them all a smile and then turned and walked towards Dr. Weir's office. The sooner she got reading the other woman's notes, the better. Sam hated paperwork, but in this instance, it would help her to understand the people under her command. Hopefully.
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Fandom: SG: Atlantis.
Spoilers/Speculation: Concerning a certain season 4 spoiler, and should be considered very spoilery, yes.
Genre: Gen.
Pairings: None.
Rating: PG, since there might be language.
Notes: they are spoilery, and right after the cut tag.
Born Stubborn
by ALC Punk!
Notes: I had Sam Carter on the brain, and I blame this discussion and
annerbhpThis wasn't where she wanted to be. Scratch that-- Sam thought ruefully. In some ways, this was exactly where she wanted to be. On the cutting-edge of alien technology, digging deep into the mysteries of the Ancients and discovering ways of stopping the Wraith.
Atlantis.
Oh, she'd been here before, but it hadn't been the same, then. It had just been a visit, that time. A quick jaunt over to the Pegasus galaxy to set up a block to their super-gate. She'd spent almost the entire visit working. Except for the day Daniel had abandoned Vala to her care, saying he was finally sick of keeping the woman from trying to steal half the city. Vala had given him a hurt look, grinned at Sam, and then dragged her all over the city. They'd walked through dusty places, the first people to step foot in some rooms since the Ancients had left, they'd gone swimming in a tiny cove (skinny-dipping, and that had NOT gone on her report), and they'd discovered that they liked Atlantis.
It had been a little like being a kid in a candy shop.
Now, though, Vala wasn't there. Neither were Daniel, Teal'c or Cameron. And it was a little disorienting. Sam had gotten so used to living in and out of their lives over the last few years--especially Teal'c and Daniel--that not having them there was almost like having a missing limb.
Sure, there had been the stint at Area 51, but she'd known subconsciously that Daniel and Teal'c were a car drive or a phone call away. Even General O'Neill hadn't been that far, and he'd been in Washington, D.C. with a secretary who never took messages right.
Cameron had always been a postcard or a letter away, even when she couldn't tell him what she did for a living. And Vala was... Vala. Sam thought she would hate Vala when she met her. And she had, but then Vala had worked her way under Sam's skin until she couldn't quite think of SG-1 as a whole team without her there.
All of them had been left behind and Sam felt her heart give a little lurch, the way it had last year when Cassie announced she was going to Morocco for a semester abroad. They were all perfectly safe (probably), but she wasn't there to watch their backs.
Then again, they weren't here to watch hers, either.
Not that she expected SG-1 to run into much trouble now the Ori were gone--it was just a matter of mopping up the Priors and integrating the followers into a more intergalactic society. The Jaffa had some ideas on that which seemed to be working out. The Goa'uld hadn't really had a thing to say since Ba'al died and took the Trust with him. Stargate Command was still in General Landry's capable hands.
Sam just felt a little lonely. Wallowing in the feeling for a moment as she stood just outside the control room, she thought miserably that her life was going to suck here on Atlantis. And also that Cassie would mock her terribly for using 'suck' in such a way.
Right.
Squaring her shoulders and shaking off the melancholy, Sam reminded herself that she'd commanded the entirety of Area 51 for six months, SG-1 for over a year on her own and then jointly for two more. She'd been trained by Jack O'Neill and dozens of others. She could do this.
It took three steps to take her into the control room, and she watched the bustling technicians. They were still repairing the damage the replicator attack and subsequent flight had caused. Sam ignored the shudder that went through her at the thought of the replicators and concentrated instead on evaluating the people in front of her. They were efficient. Even Rodney McKay seemed to be accomplishing good, despite his occasional bickering disagreements with Dr. Zelenka.
Just like old times, she thought wryly as McKay threw his hands up in disgust.
Since no one seemed to have noticed her yet, Sam decided it was time to make her presence known. It wouldn't do for her to be invisible to the people she was supposed to be in charge of. Wishing for an instant that Dr. Weir was available to help smooth over the transition, Sam cleared her throat.
The activity stopped as they turned to look at her.
"Hi." Sam tried for authority, but her voice squeaked. And she made a face. "Colonel Samantha Carter. I'm reporting for duty, here." She ignored the unsteadiness of her nerves and focused on one of the technicians by the communications board, "Is the PA system still operational?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, looking a little surprised.
"Good. Could you patch me into it, please?"
He shrugged, made a few adjustments, then pulled a small radio from the station and held it out to her.
"Thank you." Sam settled the earpiece on her right ear and pressed the button. She half-smiled, and began, "Hello, Atlantis. This is Colonel Carter. As I'm sure most of you know, Dr. Weir's injuries are going to mean a long recovery. Because of that, the IOA--" Sam's tone shifted, filling with her own annoyance for the oversight committee. "--has decided that Atlantis needs a new commander. Namely, me. And while many of you may not want me here, I am here for the foreseeable future. I will tell you, quite frankly, that I am not here to replace Elizabeth Weir. Once she is back on her feet, and able to stand the stress of the job, she will be replacing me."
A snort escaped Sam, "Think of me as the rebound date, if you want. I don't intend to make changes to Dr. Weir's schedules or routines, but I will be in charge."
Glancing around the control room, Sam noted that most of the people there still seemed somewhat skeptical. Well, she'd expected that. "I need all department heads to report to me within the next forty-eight hours with details on the current conditions and needs of your departments. Meanwhile, Dr. Weir is currently getting the best care we can provide her. There are no plans to move her back to Earth, since the doctors are convinced the move would be worse for her in the long run. Thank you."
Sam reached up and turned the radio off.
There was silence in the control room for a moment; the people there seemed to need to assimilate the data they'd been given before they reacted for good or bad.
It was Rodney McKay who eventually broke the silence, his tone almost serious rather than sarcastic. "Welcome to Atlantis, Colonel Carter."
"Thank you, Dr. McKay." Sam gave them all a smile and then turned and walked towards Dr. Weir's office. The sooner she got reading the other woman's notes, the better. Sam hated paperwork, but in this instance, it would help her to understand the people under her command. Hopefully.
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For some reason, I really like this line. It's humorous, but no-nonsense. Of course Sam's in charge! But she's definitely been trained by Jack. "Rebound date."
*snort*
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Oh, and Sam and Vala exploring Atlantis. I loved that.
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Great fic. :-)
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*g*
Thank you. =)
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Yes, well, I'm quite happy at the idea of Sam exploring. Part of it is that I really hope the writers will continue their promise of the last Lantis season, and do a good job of meshing their ensemble cast. Part of it is that, dude, Sam. In charge. Part of it is, Sam, Teyla, Weir, Dr. Jewel. Four women. One show.
They totally did, dammit. Because Liz insisted they all needed a bit of time after the Super-Gate thing, and Cam wanted to go fishing...
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*crosses fingers*
Thank you =)
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That was awesome! I've been skulking about various Atlantis comms and I've seen quite a bit of very bitter, nasty, and, frankly, unrealistic fic dealing with the transition (not to mention this
And, yay, for McKay not being a total ass. I think strangely he may end up being the one to make Sam feel more welcome.
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Dude, that comm is frightening. I mean. She's a CHARACTER. GET OVER IT. er. Preaching an' all. Also. You think someone should tell 'em Splash made that icon?
The thing is, Rodney has kinda grown on Atlantis. He can still be an enormous dick, but in some ways, he might be the best person to help her transition (other than Elizabeth Weir, of course. Sigh.)
Now, if the writers actually remember that Rodeny is not annoying anymore, maybe we'll get good interaction from them.
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And yep. That's my Sam Carter. :)
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Most especially for reminding me that I am not the only person in fandom who's dreading Sam's arrival in s4.
Despite what certain members of my f-list would have me believe.
I plan on being terribly obnoxious and spamming SGA fandom with millions of Sam icons come September.
Just because I can. >:)
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Yay!
The second halves of both seasons were actually pretty damned decent. They had their painful moments, but over-all, the writing was quite lovely.
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YOU'RE WELCOME.
Oh, I'll admit, in the beginning, I was kind of "...can't you guys let her retire? Sheesh." But the way Sam's been in SG-1, and the general run of writing on both shows (I need to meta about Lantis and its ensemble, at some point) has made me hopeful.
Plus, fandom is being so OBNOXIOUS about her moving over that I just want her to be completely and utterly awesome to spite them.
I mean, I love and adore Liz, but if they were planning on replacing her, they couldn't have picked a better candidate.
GOOD.
Mmm. I will look quite forward to it. =)
Thank you =)
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My favorite part was her thinking about what she's left behind. It's so sad to me...SG-1 without Sam? Sam without SG-1? That's just wrong. (actually, I think it should be kinda fun to watch, but I can't imagine it'll be fun for her.)
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Um,...
Just like old times, she thought wryly as McKay through his hands up in disgust.
threw?
:D
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I am really really hoping that it will be a good ensemble choice. That the stuff they've been doing in the last half of the season will still be there, and we'll get awesome character stuff from everyone.
She's already had to be without them, a bit, though. So this will just be Area51, but... slightly different. ;]
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Thank you =)
(Spellcheck doesn't catch everything at three in the morning *g* *fixes*)
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In all honesty, Weir has tried to rein Shep in, and every single time, he walks right over the line claiming. "OMG I AM MILITARY."
I blame the writers.
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Stargate Command was still in General Landry's capable hands.
Is it wrong that this made me giggle? Because I don't generally think of Landry as capable. Hee. Of course, that could be because I find his character rather annoying...
and now I'm envisioning Sam in charge of the SGC, which is where she's headed after her time in Atlantis...right? In the magical, happy, we-love-Sam-Carter-world of fandom?
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Er. Yes.
Thank you =)
See, and the funny thing is, I don't like Landry much, nor do I think he's all that great--in fact, I think I was being sarcastic with that line. I STILL MISS HAMMOND.
Ronon/Keller? *blinks* I... guess? It makes sense. They're not the juggernaut what ate fandom pairing, and this way, they don't have to write Sam Carter getting her vagina all over their show. (I'm sorry, that was crass)
I've seen fic with her in charge, and it is awesome. YES.