| 013. Yellow; The Festival |
[Jul. 1st, 2009;08:33 pm] |
Title: The Festival [1/3]
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Amelia Banks
Prompt: 013 Yellow
Word Count: 974
Rating: PG – minor swearing.
Summary: I’d never considered myself a country girl and now I find myself stranded on a planet with farms for as far as the eye can see.
Notes: LDT. Okay, so, I haven’t actually written anything new in a while.. Hence my long breaks between posts *hides* So going against what I said before, I’m going to go out of order *shock to the OCD system* and post my multichaps that I’ve finished. So here’s part 1 of a short series. Probably going to be a 3parter – haven’t decided on a fourth yet or not. And I haven’t really decided what this verse will be called yet so I’m open to ideas :D.
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I’ve never considered myself a country kind of girl. Hell, I’ve never even been to a farm. Kind of a jump actually – coming straight from my hometown to arrive here, in the Pegasus Galaxy. I’d never even really been out of the country before and now I find myself on a whole other planet. A planet with farms as far as the eye can see - a planet that has no DHD.
I’m stuck here for another two weeks until the Deadalus finally arrives.
But I pride myself on my adaptability. I feel like the little train that could with the same mantra running through my head. I think I can...
What makes it worse is that everyone else who is stranded with me seems to be fine. They are earning their keep and doing the chores that are needed to allow us to stay on this one particular farm owned by the nicest people. But it’s not the people or the work or even the setting that’s getting to me. It’s the... well it’s not one particular thing, just the general ugliness of the situation. I don’t want to be here.
“Amelia, would you mind passing me that bale?” a soldier that had accompanied them on this particular recon asks of me and I realise as I do it that I don’t even know his name. He has blonde hair that is slowly becoming a dirty brown as the days go on and he has dark eyes. But apart from his physical appearance, which is obvious to anyone walking by, I don’t know a thing about him. It’s sad really.
It’s some sort of festival tonight – I’m not sure about the name since it’s something I’m sure most of us Earthlings can’t even pronounce. But there’s a warm bonfire and good food so I’m in.
I’m so lost in the flames of the fire that I jump when he sits next to me on the log. He has a plate of food in his hands and I must have looked slightly confused at the amount since he quickly explains that he hasn’t seen me eat and thought I would like some.
“I could use some of that drink.” My throat is parched and it feels good when I take a sip. It has an odd taste but it’s hard to expect a planet like this would have a top quality water purifying system so I don’t complain. He drinks the last little bit when I hand him back the cup and then throws it into the fire since they are only made of wood.
I can’t help but grin when a villager starts to play a set of drums that he obviously had made himself. A local woman comes around to them and takes the hand of the soldier next to her and places it with her own. She calls out for us to dance and I feel my cheeks flush despite the innocence of the action.
The village woman doesn’t stay long. She’s off to match other couples and soon many of them are dancing around the bonfire. I’m shocked to see Dr Fry, a rather up tight scientist leading the movement.
“Well,” He says, startling me out of my day dreaming. He coughs when I just look at him and soon enough I realise that we’re still holding hands. I want to snatch it away and apologise but he doesn’t let me. He puts his food on the ground, stands up and asks me to dance. To say I was shocked about that is an understatement. I must have looked like a fish the way my mouth just opened and shut the way it did with little sound coming out. But he was good about it. He just smiled and pulled me up.
Now, I know I’ve said that I’m not a country kind of girl but the bonfire dancing was kind of fun. Soon enough I’m jumping around like a crazy person and I can’t stop smiling. The blonde soldier starts to twirl me around and I trip – even though I assure you that I am no klutz – and I’m on the ground laughing so much that I can’t get up again.
Maybe there was something in that water...
In the morning, I wake up to the smell and sounds of a dying fire and I see when I sit up that most of the village stayed out by the bonfire like I did. Some, when too tired to keep dancing, just slept where they stood. I am not ashamed to admit that I was one of those.
“Ah, the bride is finally up!” It’s the villager that forced me to start dancing last night and at first I didn’t know who she was talking too. That was until she started walking towards me. I felt all the colour draining from my face.
“I’m sorry?”
“You are the one that got married last night, no?”
“Ah, no. I think you’re mistaken.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I just nod, understanding how she might have gotten it mixed up – it was dark and I’m pretty sure that some of us had a bit too much of that funny water. The woman bites her lip, showing me that she has something else to say and I urge her to speak her mind. “But you and the tall man with the yellow hair... you drank from the same cup and then threw it into the fire – a symbol of the bonding. And then you danced together and...” She nodded to me and I wasn’t sure what exactly she was doing until I felt something move beside me.
“Oh, morning Amelia...”
He sat up from his place beside me with tired eyes and a large yawn and my jaw just fell open, surely hitting the floor.
oh shit.
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