Enmity Act 3

Title: Enmity
Rating: R (mature readers)
Spoilers:Spoilers for S1-4, (specifically Michael (but who hasn't seen that by now?) and some episodes from the beginning of the official season 5
Summary: As the team continues to battle a powerful Wraith faction, Teyla wakes in the infirmary on Atlantis. She has no memory of what Michael has done to her; knows only one thing... he has her son. Upset by repeated attempts at debriefing, because she cannot - or will not, as certain expedition members insist - tell them what happened, what will she do when Woolsey pushes her too hard... too far?
Disclaimer:MGM own Stargate: Atlantis. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no revenue is being made from copyright material. No infrigement intended.

Act 1, Act 2 and Act 3 now available.

Author's Note: Only thing I really want to note here, for now at least, is that I thought long and hard about it, and finally made the decision to change the name of Teyla's son. This was done in order to create a little distance from the TV Season 5. Oh, and I should probably also give warning of a character death in this story.

Previous Episodes:
Harm's Way (1) and Chain of Command (2) can be accessed here.

A Fitting Time To Begin.

I have a journalling book here, it's called Life's Companion - Journal Writing as a Spiritual Quest. and it's by Christina Baldwin. I thought I'd work through it, see what it brings up. I've had the book for a while, but have never had the desire to work with it - until now. So as I'm doing this NaBloWriMo thing... I thought it could be my prompts. One of the first exercises says is to make a collage of the day's events... Well, hard to do a collage on LJ, but this is my version of it...

Local


New theatre opens to the public - The project is part of Leicester City Council's regeneration scheme Leicester's £61m Curve theatre opens its doors to the public this weekend.

I'm a part of this project, along with some of the children from my school... we're singing with Sharon D Clarke - a famous (over here) actress/singer. I'm looking forward to our turn, which starts in a little over a weeks time, to perform in the new theatre - and yeah, I'm doing that before Dominic does. *thumbs nose playfully at the Stoneygate Preppie*

The full story is here

National

Dorset get Cowgirl on the Range - A former nurse from Lancashire is saddling up for her first day as a cowgirl, herding cattle in Dorset. Lisa Hawthornthwaite got the job after seeing off competition from as far afield as ranches in South America.

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International

US campaign enters final weekend - The two men seeking to become president of the United States have entered the final weekend of campaigning.

Those of you in the USA can see how the UK's BBC report your elections here

Weather
Currently in Leicester we have heavy rain... yes, I know nothing unusual about it raining in the UK. Rain is some of my favourite weather though, I don't know why. I love to be inside in the the rain, and outside if the rain is a warm rain. I rarely carry an umbrella because I don't like them. There are of course exceptions to all that.

I remember getting soaked on the way to a show, which ironically was called Rain. It was kind of cold. Still - looking back - I think it enhanced the experience. The show was excellent too. Never seen it rain on a stage before...

I Kept This Separate Because It's Important To Me...

This morning, I'd been asleep for only a few hours, when the phone rang. Before I opened my eyes, I knew it was Mir - and when I looked at the phone and saw her name on the phone, I knew she was calling to tell me about Patches.

I couldn't say much on the phone, because I was very upset - more upset than I thought I would be - after my boy, I didn't think I could be as upset again. But I am.

It's odd... I know rats are short lived... compared to say, a cat, or a dog, but I've never been prepared for the death of any of the ones I've known personally or gotten close to.

Click was the first. She was an amazing little rat. She waited for me to come 'home' and be there with her before she died. There was something very touching in that. Amazing... really. I still miss her. I look at her picture that is on my classroom wall - the one that Mir uses as her icon, and I talk to her often, when I need a 'girl's' perspsective on something.

The one I talk to the most, though, is Flash. He's on my classroom wall - he's my boy, even though he's gone. He would talk to me on the telephone, chittering, whoofling, making those little happy sounds... and telling me, "Mummy, my ear hurts." He had trouble with his ears. He waited for me as well... in fact he hung on like /crazy/ right until the end, and we were holding him when he finally let go. My sweet boy. I miss him.

And now Patches... one of the five boys that Flash made with Zip - one of the three we kept. So smart, and so cute... you could say to them, "Come on Boyz..." and they'd come running, and Patches would usually be one of the first to reach you - well at least with me. And you'd tell them "Kiss Kiss," and they'd do just that, then run away cutely. Then he got sick...

No one knows what happened, whether he had a cerebral even, or whether a tumour or something was pressing against his brain, but suddenly she couldn't do things any more, and then he didn't know which way was up. I spent a lot of time with him when I went home last... holding him and feeding him, and talking to him, telling him what a good boy he was, and watching him rustling around in his pentepus when it was time to hold his brothers and sisters. I felt very close to him. I still do, except that now he's gone.

I'm going to miss his sweet face, his little kisses, the intelligent way he would figure out how to get the fruit out of the baskets or take a treat and keep it to himself... I loved him very much.

He's with his daddy now.