"A significant change in the metabolic rate is not uncommon for Terran women of an age comparable to your own."
"I'm working on it," she said, already thinking of how to explain transporter technology to someone who might not know what it was in a language she had thought dead not two hours ago.
The first time he melded with her it was an accident. They were in his quarters at the Academy, stealing time amongst her classes and his duties. The day was relatively warm and sunlight, reflected off the fountain outside his window, dappled the ceiling.
Spock didn't wait for a greeting as he entered Nyota's quarters. "I have searched the database for your previous reference. Those records which I found were not illuminating."
She closed the door and turned. "My previous reference? Spock, considering how you remember details, that might be anything."
Nyota twirls the stylus once, twice, around and around her finger, but the answer does not come to her. You, she thinks, stabbing at the crossword puzzle on her padd, should not be so difficult. She rests her chin in her palm, fingers tapping one-two-three at her lower lip, then sneaks a look over her shoulder at Spock, source of all her miseries.
As Lt. Colonel John Sheppard, Joe Flanigan had led the Stargate Atlantis team through the gate for the past five years. With January's series finale, his Stargate journey has seemingly come to an end -- at least until Stargate: Extinction, the first Atlantis movie!
GateWorld caught up with Joe during 2009's Official Stargate SG-1 / Atlantis Convention in Vancouver, hosted by Creation Entertainment! We had just a few fleeting minutes in between events, during which Flanigan talked about the show's cancellation, Season Five's "Vegas," and Sheppard's journey over the course of the series. He also shares his enthusiasm about shooting an Atlantis movie.
“Here, stand still,” Dean says and Castiel obeys him without question, his body becoming utterly still. He is very good at this, at standing without moving, without allowing a flicker of flesh. Dean blinks and adds, “I mean, get into a comfortable pose, then stand still.”
“A comfortable pose?”
“Yeah, like… never mind. I just want to take a picture.” The day is grey and, he supposes, cold. Dean keeps shivering when he thinks Castiel is not looking.
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