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16 July 2007 @ 02:43 pm
Greek, for Dear Sister  
Title: On The Darkest Night
Rating: PG
Challenge: Shooting Star - samcarter_gen #006
Character: Samantha Carter
Summary: This is my Captain; I am her Ship.

Author's Note: Ignoring SGA Season Four spoilers.

Life is too short. It takes Adelpha a long time to see that; almost too long. She was built to last, created to withstand forces that would destroy any normal being. Her lifespan, if she comes away from the battles mostly intact, will be long; far longer than that of the ones who made her. So it takes a while for her to awaken enough to realize how precious they are.

­After all, nothing lasts forever. Not even a battleship.

Her first memories are fragmented, spliced together from video feed and audio input.

“I always wanted to be an astronaut. Thought the farthest I could go was the Moon.” A soft laugh. “Look at me now; my own crew, my own command… my own ship.”

A hand touches the doorway, lingering on the gray metal as she stares at it, lost in thought.

“Let this be the start of a beautiful friendship, Adelpha.”

Eventually, over time, through numerous trips across the universe and uncountable brushes with every kind of enemy, a spark of life grows in the ship. A conscious entity slips through the computer wires and gazes at her crew through the cameras, absorbing information, data, knowledge. Love.

“Shields down to thirty percent!”

A hesitation, a bitten lip, a choice.

“Direct power from the lower decks to port thrusters and get us the hell away from here!”

“But Colonel, if we do that-

“They’ll make it! They can hold out for a few more minutes.”

A prayer, a hope.

Humans are strange, even to the one they built and unintentionally created. Each is different, unique, and together they are more powerful than any who stand against them. Like crayons in box, a metaphor she is introduced to by one of General Hammond’s granddaughters, they paint vivid images of a life, a future that they know lies ahead of them.

She could grow attached to them, grow to love them in the odd way that a supposedly inanimate object can. But their lives are too brief, too quick; she blinks and they are gone, spinning into space through the gaping hole in her side, spilling their coolants and lubricants on her in crimson sprays, vanishing and being replaced.

Like machine parts.

And yet, whenever she looks at them, proud and strong and a shield against the emptiness inside of her, as she is against the darkness outside, one always remains. Whether it’s in the middle of a pitched battle against three Ori ships or a silence that is too quiet, too silent, her Captain remains.

“Hang on, hang on, hang on.”

Bloody fingertips ghost across the panels; Adelpha shivers at the touch, at the glazed look in her Captain’s eyes.

“Hang on, hang on, hang on.”

Dead in the water, systems failing, Adelpha wonders if the mantra is meant for her or for her Captain.

It’s only after her Captain nearly dies, clinging to a shred of life with a will that would have made her former commander proud, that the Earth ship discovers how dear every second is.

Like the bright gold of her hair, Samantha Carter is brilliant, a ray of light on the darkest days. She glows like her own sun, radiating confidence and support and a smile that never seems to lose its charm. And she is the Captain, the closest thing Adelpha has to a sister, a friend, a lover.

But, like the shooting stars that steak through the night sky back at Earth, she can only shine for a brief moment before vanishing forever.

All too soon, she will be gone.

So Adelpha treasures every bit of time that she has with her, watching as her Captain blazes a path across the universe.

Jonna: Sam-pastelelfcat255 on July 16th, 2007 07:12 pm (UTC)
wow..that was cool!...A sentient ship watching her crew and captain...nice twist...well done!
grow your own damn wingssoapbox_solo38 on July 17th, 2007 08:03 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Sentient!Atlantis and Sentient!Cheyenne are also interesting stories to write. Glad you liked. :)
triplesnaptriplesnap on July 16th, 2007 10:44 pm (UTC)

The POV was so original and the language was just beautiful.

I loved it! Great job.
grow your own damn wingssoapbox_solo38 on July 17th, 2007 08:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Gunhildagunhilda on July 17th, 2007 07:03 pm (UTC)
Wow, that was very well done. I had to go back and read it twice. Very beautiful, almost poetic somehow.
grow your own damn wingssoapbox_solo38 on July 17th, 2007 08:26 pm (UTC)
Twice? I suppose that could be a good thing. :) Thank you.
Julie, betrayer of the literary traditionsplash_the_cat on July 24th, 2007 12:43 am (UTC)
Very nice!
grow your own damn wingssoapbox_solo38 on July 26th, 2007 01:18 am (UTC)
Spookywanlukereynard_muldrak on November 14th, 2007 02:38 am (UTC)
I'm seriously thinking of swapping my fav shippings to inani, due to how well you guys write....

Absolutely adore sentient!Ship fics...
grow your own damn wings: Atlantissoapbox_solo38 on November 23rd, 2007 03:12 am (UTC)

They're so much fun to read, and to write as well!
Spookywanlukereynard_muldrak on November 24th, 2007 11:36 am (UTC)
Inani is short for inanimate fiction.... just like we shorten relationship to ship.

In atlantis case - pseudo inani due to the fact the ship is alive in an odd way...