In fact, his annoyance flowered into pleasure, a fearsome pleasure at the feel of their bodies against his: Teyla's head against his shoulder, Ronon's hand on his back, and John's hands on Rodney's around the LSD. They all crowded around Rodney, pressing against him as if personal boundaries didn't exist for them and, after his first flash of irritation, Rodney realized such boundaries no longer did exist for them, nor did he mind. Ronon released his hold and landed lightly beside Rodney, peering into the LSD. But there is something, a strong regular energy pulse." "Or at least that's what we thought it said - you know those Ancients. "That a great civilization governed near here?" "What did the database say?" Teyla asked. Ronon pushed past Rodney to swing easily up the side of the gate, holding himself in a way Rodney was sure was impossible. "Nothing visual," he announced, pulling from a vest pocket the life signs detector. Then he lost his footing and stumbled again to the dusty apron of the gate. He wondered if they were communicating and, if so, with whom. The world, Rodney discovered, was silent but for the soughing of the grasses as they moved in rhythms strange. He heard Ronon shift impatiently, but no one else spoke. He twisted to look behind the gate, and to either side. Plumes of green and tassels of gold undulated in graceful waves as the light breeze rolled over them, tracing patterns Rodney could not decipher. Ignoring the familiar if disquieting sensation, Rodney stared out at this grassy world. The ring felt hot in his hands, though he knew it wasn't heat but naquadah, its molecules vibrating as if sentient beneath his hands. He let go of Teyla and walked back to the stargate, awkwardly climbing the weathered steps to the base of the ring and then, clinging to the ring itself, pulled himself higher. John glanced back at them, sliding his dark glasses down his nose enough that Rodney could see his eyes. He put a hand on Teyla's shoulder and rose to his toes, hoping to see more. The grass was taller than Teyla, tall enough that Rodney's horizon was absurdly limited as if they stood on a tiny asteroid and not a world as large as Earth. "Huh," Ronon said again, and pushed forward to stand beside John. Beyond him, Rodney saw nothing but grass. His damp black tee-shirt clung to his skinny frame revealing a line of blue plaid boxers above his trousers. Rodney started to explain why but John said, "Whoa," and he turned to look for John. "I have never experienced such passage through the gate," she said. Water dripped from the beads in his beard.īeside him, Teyla wrung out her hair, ice crackling. Rodney tumbled out the wormhole, shockingly cold, ice encrusted, and then Hawaii warm as he staggered onto the new world.
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