[nano] Stained Glass Masquerade
Nov. 11th, 2007 10:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeTwo things she noted that she would never have thought of, and wasn't sure she had wanted to know. Three things. Firstly, that Wraith needed to sleep on any sort of similar schedule to humans, although that might have simply been the human part of Michael asserting itself more aggressively after the retrovirus. Secondly, that Wraith could have nightmares at all, although again, that might simply have been his unique state.
Thirdly, that being so near to a telepathic shriek could hurt so very much.
She tried to shake him awake again. There was very little thrashing and flailing, although his mouth was open in a soundless, wordless scream. Inside his mind, at least as much as she got through the waves of terror and grief crashing through her, it was certainly worth screaming over. There was loneliness. There was fear, the known turning against him and becoming threatening and vicious. Betrayal, and heartache, and she was reminded of the entity that had taken the form of Sheppard and wreaked so much havoc on Atlantis.
Which, in turn, reminded her of the solution. Or a solution, a possible solution and perhaps it would at least enable her to get some sleep that night. She focused on the selfish part to avoid thinking about other possible motives and other feelings.
"I wish…" she started, but didn't know how she would finish the sentence.
No need for special equipment here; she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be sucked into his nightmares.
It was easy to see why he was afraid. And it was Michael, the Michael she had first come to know, human and in the t-shirt and fatigues he had mostly worn on Atlantis, looking around with wide and frightened eyes. In the Queen's room, on a hive ship, the Queen approaching him with her hand out as if to feed. She put her hand on his shoulder, dodged easily as he tried to knock her away. The Queen gave her an irritated look but otherwise seemed to be ignoring her. And still heading for Michael.
Teyla interposed herself between the two of them. "Stop."
"T-Teyla?" And then, in her mind: What are you doing here?
The Queen did stop, too. And then started to advance again. Teyla wasn't sure what to say or do, to defeat the Queen, to enable Michael to defeat her himself to wake up. To speak to him; would he even know or be convinced that he was dreaming?
You are dreaming, Michael. This is a nightmare. You need to wake up. The Queen moved forward to sweep her out of the way, but Teyla wasn't so easily pushed aside. She was, however, a little startled by how easily the Queen was knocked back. Michael, you are dreaming! Wake up!
The world around them began to waver. Teyla felt her head resting on the surface of what seemed to be an uncomfortable bed, and yet she still felt her body standing on the floor of the Wraith ship. It was disconcerting, at the very least. And yet.
"Michael." She turned halfway, keeping an eye on the Queen as she put her hands on his shoulders and forced him to look at her. "Michael, you are dreaming. You must wake up."
"Teyla…" He looked so sad. So terrified. "What's happening to me?"
You are dreaming. This is all a dream, a nightmare. "We …"
Pain. The Queen's hand on her back, that familiar roar. She was feeding.
Teyla found herself digging her fingers into Michael's shoulders as her legs gave out from under her and she tried to remind herself that it was only a dream. A very painful, terrifying dream. Michael's dream. Wake up, please.
Thirdly, that being so near to a telepathic shriek could hurt so very much.
She tried to shake him awake again. There was very little thrashing and flailing, although his mouth was open in a soundless, wordless scream. Inside his mind, at least as much as she got through the waves of terror and grief crashing through her, it was certainly worth screaming over. There was loneliness. There was fear, the known turning against him and becoming threatening and vicious. Betrayal, and heartache, and she was reminded of the entity that had taken the form of Sheppard and wreaked so much havoc on Atlantis.
Which, in turn, reminded her of the solution. Or a solution, a possible solution and perhaps it would at least enable her to get some sleep that night. She focused on the selfish part to avoid thinking about other possible motives and other feelings.
"I wish…" she started, but didn't know how she would finish the sentence.
No need for special equipment here; she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be sucked into his nightmares.
It was easy to see why he was afraid. And it was Michael, the Michael she had first come to know, human and in the t-shirt and fatigues he had mostly worn on Atlantis, looking around with wide and frightened eyes. In the Queen's room, on a hive ship, the Queen approaching him with her hand out as if to feed. She put her hand on his shoulder, dodged easily as he tried to knock her away. The Queen gave her an irritated look but otherwise seemed to be ignoring her. And still heading for Michael.
Teyla interposed herself between the two of them. "Stop."
"T-Teyla?" And then, in her mind: What are you doing here?
The Queen did stop, too. And then started to advance again. Teyla wasn't sure what to say or do, to defeat the Queen, to enable Michael to defeat her himself to wake up. To speak to him; would he even know or be convinced that he was dreaming?
You are dreaming, Michael. This is a nightmare. You need to wake up. The Queen moved forward to sweep her out of the way, but Teyla wasn't so easily pushed aside. She was, however, a little startled by how easily the Queen was knocked back. Michael, you are dreaming! Wake up!
The world around them began to waver. Teyla felt her head resting on the surface of what seemed to be an uncomfortable bed, and yet she still felt her body standing on the floor of the Wraith ship. It was disconcerting, at the very least. And yet.
"Michael." She turned halfway, keeping an eye on the Queen as she put her hands on his shoulders and forced him to look at her. "Michael, you are dreaming. You must wake up."
"Teyla…" He looked so sad. So terrified. "What's happening to me?"
You are dreaming. This is all a dream, a nightmare. "We …"
Pain. The Queen's hand on her back, that familiar roar. She was feeding.
Teyla found herself digging her fingers into Michael's shoulders as her legs gave out from under her and she tried to remind herself that it was only a dream. A very painful, terrifying dream. Michael's dream. Wake up, please.