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Percentage of craters showing any ejecta morphology

Dataset selected: Mars Craters

Research Aim, Hypothesis:

To calculate the % of craters showing any ejecta morphology as a function of total number of craters to obtain the water is present in the near surface region of mars.

Secondary question: Effect of number of layers on the number of craters observed.

Literature Review:

According to the range of appearances, the Mars impact crater ejecta morphologies were classified [Head and Roth, 1976; Johansen, 1979; Mouginis‐Mark, 1979; Blasius and Cutts, 1980; Horner and Greeley, 1987; Costard, 1989; Barlow and Bradley, 1990]. To standardise the nomenclature used by the scientific community, the Mars Crater Morphology Consortium recommends a classification system [Barlow et al., 2000]. The “layered morphology”, represents the presence of one or more continuous layers of material and avoiding any implications of the processes involved in creating these morphologies. 

Several studies were reported earlier on the latitudinal distribution [Johansen, 1978, 1979; Mouginis‐Mark, 1979; Blasius and Cutts, 1980; Saunders and Johansen, 1980; Costard, 1989; Barlow and Bradley, 1990] of these layered ejecta morphologies.

Several authors Gault and Greeley [1978], Greeley et al. [1980], Mouginis‐Mark [1981], Wohletz and Sheridan [1983], Baratoux et al. [2002], and Stewart et al. [2003] have modelled the process of the single layer ejecta blankets to find the variation of subsurface H2O can accurately reproduce the qualitative and quantitative characteristics of these features. The morphology results from impact into subsurface ice and that this ice is prevalent throughout the near‐surface region of Mars.   

References:

Barlow, N. G., and T. L. Bradley, Martian impact craters: Correlations of ejecta and interior morphologies with diameter, latitude, and terrain, Icarus, 87, 156– 179, 1990.

Barlow, N. G., Updates to the “Catalog of Large Martian Impact Craters,”, Lunar Planet. Sci., XXXIV, abstract 1475, 2000.

Baratoux, D., C. Delacourt, and P. Allemand, An instability mechanism in the formation of the Martian lobate craters and the implications for the rheology of ejecta, Geophys. Res. Lett., 29(8), 1210, doi:10.1029/2001GL013779, 2002. 

Blasius, K. R., and J. A. Cutts, Global patterns of primary crater ejecta morphology on Mars, in Reports of the Planetary Geology Program 1980, NASA Tech. Memo, 82385, 147– 149, 1980.

Costard, F. M., The spatial distribution of volatiles in the Martian hydrolithosphere, Earth Moon Planets, 45, 265– 290, 1989.

Gault, D. E., and R. Greeley, Exploratory experiments of impact craters formed in viscous‐liquid targets: Analogs for Martian rampart craters? Icarus, 34, 486– 495, 1978

Greeley, R., J. Fink, D. E. Gault, D. B. Snyder, J. E. Guest, and P. H. Schultz, Impact cratering in viscous targets: Laboratory experiments, Proc. Lunar Planet. Sci. Conf 11th, 2075– 2097, 1980.

 Head, J. W., and R. Roth, Mars pedestal crater escarpments: Evidence for ejecta‐related emplacement, in Papers Presented to the Symposium on Planetary Cratering Mechanics, pp. 50– 52, Lunar Sci. Inst., Houston, Tex., 1976.

Horner, V. M., and R. Greeley, Effects of elevation and ridged plains thicknesses on Martian crater ejecta morphology, Proc. Lunar Planet. Sci. Conf. 17th, Part 2, J. Geophys. Res., 92, suppl., E561– E569, 1987.

Johansen, L. A., The latitude dependence of Martian splosh cratering and its relationship to water, in Reports of the Planetary Geology Program 1978–1979, NASA Tech. Memo., 80339, 123– 125, 1979.

Mouginis‐Mark, P., Martian fluidized crater morphology: Variations with crater size, latitude, altitude, and target material, J. Geophys. Res., 84, 8011– 8022, 1979.

Mouginis‐Mark, P., Ejecta emplacement and modes of formation of Martian fluidized ejecta craters, Icarus, 45, 60– 76, 1981.

Saunders, R. S., and L. A. Johansen, Latitudinal distribution of flow‐ejecta morphology types on the ridged plains of Mars, paper presented at 3rd Colloquium on Planetary Water, NASA, Niagara Falls, N. Y., 1980. 

Stewart, S. T., and F. Nimmo, Surface runoff features on Mars: Testing the carbon dioxide formation hypothesis, J. Geophys. Res., 107(E9), 5069, doi:10.1029/2000JE001465, 2002. 

Wohletz, K. H., and M. F. Sheridan, Martian rampart crater ejecta: Experiments and analysis of melt‐water interaction, Icarus, 56, 15– 37, 1983.

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Breathe - Chapter 2

Fandom: Stargate Universe, Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Belle (Once Upon a Time)/Nicholas Rush

Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Nicholas Rush, Eli Wallace, Ronald Greer, Matthew Scott, Tamara “TJ” Johansen, The Destiny

Additional Tags: Angst, Science Fiction, AU, Smut, Violence, Character Death, Aftermath, Hurt/Comfort

Series: Part 1 of We Three

Summary: As the Lucian Alliance attack Icarus Base, Doctor Rush makes the decision that dialing back to Earth is too dangerous, though that may not at all be his reason for attempting to dial the ninth chevron, persuaded by Eli, and by something Belle had said to him previously, he substitues Earth for Icarus, and the connection is made. In spite of hurrying to urge Belle to the 'Gate room and through the 'Gate, neither he, nor anyone else believes that Belle actually made it on board Destiny...

Thanks to @xiolaperry for helping me to find a name for the series.

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[Chapter 1]

Chapter 2 - Powerplay

If chaos had a persona, or even a personality, it would be the SG team and numerous civilians that had evacuated Icarus through the ‘Gate, but chaos wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, not in this instance. It afforded Rush the opportunity to pick himself up and get his bearings in what was clearly a ship of Ancient origin.

He swore under his breath as he discovered his glasses were broken, no doubt in the none too gentle landing while making his way through the ‘Gate. Only to be expected, he supposed. The console in the ‘Gate room yielded no information that was useful, so he made he way silently up the steps to the gantry to look down upon the milling travelers.

If he were honest with himself - and why the hell should he break the habit of a lifetime now, just because he’d finally succeeded in dialing the ninth chevron address - his eyes were scanning the crowd of people for the diminutive form of Doctor French. He couldn’t see her, and a part of him felt the pain of guilt at that. If she hadn’t made it thought the ‘Gate, then she was still on Icarus, and if she stayed there…

He pushed the thought away, swallowing hard. He didn’t have time for worry, for regret - certainly not guilt. He had to get control of the ship; establish himself so that no one could push him around, especially not Colonel Young. A slow, half smile settled onto his face as he looked down on everyone, still in chaos below, then, while everyone else was still gnashing their teeth in… whatever emotion it was they were feeling, he slipped out of the ‘Gate Room, and went to try and find somewhere more amenable to concentration and establishing control.

As if to underline the thought, or in agreement, he felt the rumble of movement beneath his feet, and in the following moment, for barely an instant longer than a heartbeat, everything around him seemed to stretch, slow, and recover all at the same time. The ship was moving and, he suspected, not through normal space. Setting his thoughts in better order, he reached out a hand to place his fingertips against the gray wall of the corridor beside him.

Where are you taking us, my friend?

It didn’t take more than a few steps after that for him to realize that although the ship had a working life support, it wasn’t working very well. The air output was tepid and stale, and not the crisp cold he’d come to expect of a ship in perfect operation. No doubt he’d have to do something about that, not to mention find out where they were, because that would probably be the first question put to him, followed by, “…and how do we get back to Earth.”

That was what was wrong with these people. No fucking imagination. Christ, I need to think!

A door ahead of him all but beckoned him, and he reached for the control at the side.  The door slid open, parting in the center onto a breathtaking vista. An observation room stretched out in front of him, as though it were open to whatever space they traveled through, a bench to sit on, and a railing as though to prevent an observer from falling away, out into the Ancients’ version of Faster Than Light travel.

He stepped forward slowly, for the first time realizing his insignificance, while at the same time recognizing his part in this grand tapestry. It was a dichotomy that he found comforting as much as humbling, and humble wasn’t a word he often associated with himself. He stood, staring out at the blue-white vastness, letting his mind slow, calm, and become one with it.

She should have been here.

The thought caught him off guard, along with the brief tightness it caused in his chest, and he took a breath, attempting to settle again, allowing the mesmeric passage through altered space to subsume him once more, and so he had no idea how long he’d been standing, still and silent, when the door behind him opened again.

“Sheesh… we’re on a ship?”

He couldn’t help but smile inwardly. Eli seemed to have a knack for stating the obvious. It was something that usually irritated the hell out of him, but in Eli, he found it… almost endearing.

“The design is clearly Ancient, in the truest sense of the word.” His voice came from somewhere inside of himself and he didn’t take his eyes from their unfocused gaze out into the voice. “Launched… hundreds of thousands of years ago.”

“Doctor Rush?” Lieutenant Scott’s voice drew him back closer to reality, and his voice took on emotion once again - a sense of wonder.

“Faster than light… Yet not through hyperspace.”

“What are you doing?”

“Who knows how far it’s traveled?”

“Doctor Rush,” Scott repeated, proving his earlier thoughts with the next words from his mouth. “We’ve got a lot of wounded. We need to get home.”

He blinked, sighing, but remained where he was, making no response, not even starting in surprise when Scott’s radio crackled to life, and the man answered, receiving the news from Miss Johansen - the expedition medic - because that was what this was now, an expedition, like any other.

We’ve got a problem. One of the air vents just shut down in here.

“Copy that,” Scott answered with a sigh.

“Yeah, the air’s getting pretty thin in here too,” Eli said, and he found himself surprised that they were only just noticing that now.

“What does that mean,” Scott asked.

“That the life support system is failing,” Rush said, hating to state the obvious himself, but since Scott was asking, and Eli was making the observations, he felt it necessary. He started to turn as he finished, “And we should probably do something about that.”

To his great relief, Scott left him to get on with the business of doing just that once they’d reached a room where there were a number of consoles like the one in the ‘Gate room, and to Eli’s credit - though he annoyingly watched every single button press and read every single screen too closely over his shoulder - he too allowed him to get on with his work.

All just as well, really. It was one thing having the luxury of time in which to translate Ancient texts and to make sense of the syntax, to parse the full meaning of what was there, it was quite something else to do so ‘live’ and under pressure, as it were.  This was why he’d needed a linguist… and why he still needed one. Damn the woman! Why didn’t she listen to me?

Had he been too hard on her? She’d called him arrogant, and maybe she was right, but he was right too - he’d been called worse - and he truly did see it as confidence; a confidence born of having to fight his way up from the gutters of Glasgow, to prove his own worth at Oxford and afterwards, until coming to the attention of the Stargate Program, ironically in very much the same sort of way as he’d found Eli, and in much the same way that he’d recruited Miss French. That was not lost on him.

He remembered, then, as he struggled with the Ancient, the moment they’d first met. He hadn’t been exactly cordial, but then again, he hadn’t been anything other than himself either. Waiting for her to arrive in the lecture hall where she’d been informed that she’d have to give her lecture. He’d arranged that, of course; pulled strings so that he would meet the woman on his territory, put her on the back foot right away. He had to have her agreement, by fair means or foul.

“I’m sorry,” she called out and it sounded to him as though she were trying not to appear irritated. She hadn’t succeeded in that. “Excuse me, but I think there’s been some kind of a mistake.”

He looked up at her then, and his eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t known what to expect - the picture in her file had been from many years previous - first year of college, maybe - and she had her doctorate now. He hadn’t expected such stunning beauty, nor the inescapable pull of her deep blue eyes, even narrowed as they were, in suspicion. He took a breath, and carefully schooled his face into his usual, sardonic expression.

“No,” he said “I don’t think so.”

“Oh, really?” she said, coming to a halt and folding her arms across her breasts. “And how do you figure that?”

“Belle French, isn’t it?” he asked, with exaggerated patience.

She blinked, and he watched as many emotions flashed through her eyes, eventually settling into a kind of worried panic, before she squeaked out, “My father...!”

“Moe French?” He didn’t go on until she nodded her confirmation, and when he did, he didn’t hold back his opinion of the man. “Useless waste of space by all accounts. You on the other hand--”

“I beg your pardon!” she snapped.

“Oh, come now, Miss French,” he scoffed with brittle, dry sarcasm, “Let’s not start lying to one another now . You have a very low opinion of your father.”

“That may be true,” she admitted curtly, “but that doesn’t give you free reign to speak ill of him. If there’s any of that to be done, I’ll be the one to call him out.” He sighed, and watched her bristle even more before she demanded, “Who the hell are you anyway?”

“Rush,” he said. “Doctor Nicholas Rush.”

“And I suppose you’re going to tell me that this is your lecture hall, and that I’m going to have to go find some place else?”

“It used to be mine, but not any more,” he said, starting to peel himself from the chalkboard, and walking her way for just a couple of steps.

“Used to be?” she snapped with a frown.

“I used to work here,” he said as though it were obvious.

“Well, I’m sure this little tour of nostalgia is all well and good,” she told him, “but I’m due to give a lecture in here in…” she looked at her watch and her frown deepened. He knew she would, by now, have seen that it was actually past time for her lecture to have begun, and of course, there were no students in attendance. Nor would there be; another thing he’d arranged.

“There won’t be a lecture, Miss French,” he said, and set down the to-go coffee cup on the desk where he’d earlier set the file containing the images of the Ancient texts and artifacts.

“No lecture?” she demanded, “What—”

“Your students have been told that you’re feeling unwell and—”

“How dare you!” she tried to interject, but he just continued talking.

“—my friend and I would very much like to have a word with you, if you don’t mind.  It is rather urgent.”

He shook his head at the memory, and at the following one of their confrontation in the mess hall, trying to push thoughts of her from his mind before he ended up lost in their last encounter, in his quarters on board the Hammond.

He grasped her wrists, tugging her closer and trapped her arms between them. She gasped as he did, cutting off what she’d been saying.  He dipped his head, crushing his mouth to hers, unable not to, her inner fire calling to him. She stiffened, but only for a heartbeat, before she opened to his kiss, kissing him back with equal want - equal passion even as she tried to wrest her hands from his tight grasp.

He leaned back for a moment to stretch out a kink in his back from hunching close to the console to compensate for not having a working pair of spectacles.

Damn it! He needed her now; her expertise. Why had he not insisted she go through the ‘Gate with him, dragged her through if necessary.

He navigated to another screen on the display, running tired and gritty eyes rapidly over the Ancient text, guessing at unfamiliar terms from context and what he did remember of the lexicon in his head until some of it finally started to make sense, and he made keystrokes, and swipes on the screen to enable him to reach the reset dialog for the life support system.

“What are you doing?” Eli’s hushed, and worried accusation was like a slap to the side of his face.

“What do you mean, what am I doing?” he demanded, “I’m doing as I said I would and trying to fix the life support.

“But…” Eli stammered, “but that’s not right, what you’re doing there, that screen says—”

Anger flared from deep inside his belly. How dare this young upstart question him, question his actions.

“You have no idea what the screen says,” he argued, starting to raise his voice, but Eli matched him, and somewhere in the back of his head he started to hear measured footsteps becoming hurried ones.

“I read it over your shoulder,” Eli protested, also raising his voice, “And I’m telling you this is the wrong—”

“You have neither the knowledge, not the experience—” Rush started, before Master Sergeant Greer’s voice cut across their verbal sparring.

“What’s going on in here?” he demanded, as he and Scott, and Brody and Park besides, hurried in.

“The life support system is on,” he told them, explaining as if to a group of three year olds, “but for some reason, it’s not working properly. I’m attempting to reset it.”

He watched, feeling a sharp pang of betrayal as Eli turned to Lieutenant Scott and said, “He has no idea what he’s doing.”

In that moment the room descended into chaos and he frowned as he found himself staring down the business end of Greer’s weapon in the instant before he started arguing with Eli about what the boy thought he read on the screen. To his credit, Eli was arguing robustly, even if he were wrong, which in all honesty, he had to admit to himself, he wasn’t entirely convinced he was. A lull in their argument was followed by another flare of tension as the volatile sergeant threatened him with violence if he did what he had to do and reset the life support system.  It was a stand off, and an uncomfortable one at that, until even he finally had enough of the testosterone overload, not to mention the crushing headache he was beginning to suffer, from the combined lack of oxygen, and eyestrain.

“I am gonna press that button. It’s gonna fix the life support,” he said with a calm he did not truly feel, “and then you and I, and everyone else, will be able to breathe, and think much better.” He gave Greer a sour look, truly at the end of his rope with the man who had been locked up on Icarus for a previous altercation between the two of them, in which the sergeant had well and truly been in the wrong - and thank God Colonel Young had seen it that way too - but here, now, though the man was only probably in the wrong, he really didn’t have time for his macho bullshit.

“Now, you can shoot me for that if you like,” he said, adding sarcastically, “But if, however, there are any negative consequences in resetting the system, I suggest you might still need me… to help resolve them.”

As he expected, Greer didn’t listen, leaving it up to Scott to finally pull his finger out of his arse and use his authority to order the man to put down his fucking gun and act like a reasonable adult and not like an adolescent locked into a permanent tantrum.

It took a while, the two of them continuing their staring match even as Lieutenant Scott moved to give that order, and keep a downward pressure on Greer’s arm until, with an almost maniacal chuckle, still not breaking eye contact with Rush, the man finally complied. Only then did Rush, as Greer had already done, lower his gaze to watch as he engaged the reset button on the console.

There was an almost squeaky click as he depressed the button, holding his breath, though he would never admit that to another living soul, and then…

…nothing.

Inside, as Eli stepped forward to examine the display, to read for himself what he had already figured out the moment his finger left the button, a knot tightened inside of him. Frustration warred with feelings of anger; at himself, at the ship… the situation - everything.

“So?” Scott asked, and he could have screamed.

Instead he set his calmest, most sour expression on his face, and with as much sarcasm as he had the energy for and could muster, said, “Well, I suppose that would have been too simple,” before he simply turned and walked away.

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FRIENDS. As you may know, I’ve been doing this remix project where I write an alternative version of defunct author cleanwhiteroom’s Stargate Universe fic Force over Distance. This remix has everything: psychic bond, posthumanism, M-theory, enemies to lovers, an AI that sometimes looks like Daniel Jackson and sometimes like John Sheppard, an ancient alien form of proto-Latin that I’m conlanging up...

Have you thought: MAN, I wish I could read this remix, but unfortunately I have never read nor will I ever in ten million years read this fic? GOOD NEWS: I am now writing from the beginning, so you can read along without any prior knowledge!

Have you thought: MAN, I wish I could read this fic, but unfortunately I am not a Stargate Universe fan (IS ANYONE), GOOD NEWS: you don’t have to be— especially because the fic is quite divergent from the show. Here is a complete guide to the important characters and concepts, for anyone who might be interested in joining me on this posthumanist psychic bond ancient alien journey:

The concept of Stargate Universe is that a ragtag bunch of humans are gated onto a million-year-old Ancient spaceship that is constantly traveling through a region of space impossibly distant from Earth. To understand that, you have to understand both the idea of a stargate (a magic circle that you “dial” to create a wormhole through space that transports you to another planet) and the Ancients (literally Ancient Aliens who looked like humans and interbred with humans and AS PART OF A PLOT TO CAUSE MY EARLY DEATH THROUGH STROKE spoke Latin-ish, and who were super technologically advanced and were responsible for the stargates and the city of Atlantis). A long time ago the Ancients died of a plague, and those who didn’t die figured out how to ascend (transform themselves into pure energy in order to exist on another plane).

The Destiny (the million-year-old Ancient spaceship) is reachable only by dialing a Very Special nine-chevron stargate address. Because of this, the secret Earth Air Force program responsible for the stargates established a base called Icarus (GREAT WORK GUYS! A+ NAMING!) on a planet they could use for fuel to dial the address. However, the base was attacked by evil space empire the Lucian Alliance just as Nicholas Rush figured out how to do the dialing. Rather than evacuate everyone to Earth or another location, Rush decided to dial the nine-chevron address rather than lose his chance to do so. That meant everyone who evacuated got stuck on Destiny, because they had no way to dial home. Their only contact with Earth is through the Ancient communication stones, a set of magic rocks that, because the Stargate writers don’t understand that Cartesian Dualism Is Bad, can switch a person’s consciousness with a person at the other end of the device on Earth.

Characters:

Nicholas Rush (Robert Carlyle): Rush is a surly Glaswegian mathematician who is constantly engaged in about thirty-seven secret plots at any one time. He tragically suffers from Dead Wife Syndrome, a serious disorder afflicting men on our TV sets. His wife, Gloria, was a concert violinist who died of cancer. For a while, Destiny’s computer was appearing to him as her. One time Colonel Young left Rush on an alien planet for dead after Rush framed him for murder. Then Rush got picked up by the Nakai, who put him a wetsuit (good work, guys) and tortured him (bad work, guys) until he escaped (good work, Nick).

Everett Young (Louis Ferreira): Young is “”in charge”” of the Destiny, except for when people are trying to mutiny against him. His principal character trait is Military Guy. He split up with his wife, Emily, after having an affair with TJ, but then they kind of got back together, but then Telford split them up again, and oh my god this plotline was so stupid that remembering it is sending me into a coma. Also this one time Young had to mercy-kill the wounded Hunter Riley, As Men Do.

Tamara “TJ” Johansen (Alaina Huffman): an Air Force medic who ended up being de facto doctor on the Destiny. She was pregnant with Young’s child (a daughter she was planning to call Carmen), but then either miscarried OR something spooky and mysterious transported the baby to another dimension and oh my god I thought I had come out of my coma but it was just a dream and I am in hell. She also found out through time shenanigans that she is going to develop ALS in the future and die from it. 

David Telford (Lou Diamond Philips): a sinister, devious, and super hard-core Air Force colonel whose loyalties are always slightly unclear. (For a while he was brainwashed by the Lucian Alliance.) He wasn’t part of the Destiny crew, but he ended up on Destiny a few times due to various shenanigans. One time future!Rush killed Telford, then downloaded an Ancient database into his head and committed suicide. So they have a totally normal relationship.

Ronald Greer (Jamil Walker Smith): a soldier with a temper/self-control problem who, despite having no character traits except for being angry, is actually really fun to watch.

Chloe Armstrong (Elyse Levesque): the daughter of a senator, who was working as his aide when they ended up on Destiny. He died. She got abducted by the Nakai, who genetically altered her, which made her dangerous (which got fixed) and a math genius (which didn’t). 

Eli Wallace (David Blue): a nerd self-insert OCn MIT dropout who solved an impossible math problem in a video game. That won him an involuntary trip to Icarus Base, which is how he ended up on the Destiny. 

Camile Wray (Ming-Na Wen): an International Oversight Advisory (the UN body overseeing the stargate stuff) politician who ends up in charge of non-military stuff on Destiny. She has a girlfriend back on Earth.

Matthew Scott (Brian J. Smith): a young soldier whose main character trait is that he’s dating Chloe.

The Science Team: Brody (laid back dude who makes moonshine as a hobby), Volker (hapless guy whom Rush hates), and Park (sweet woman who is dating Greer) work on the Destiny science team, which exists for Rush to yell at sometimes. Dr. Franklin used to work on the science team, until they discovered a neural interface chair on the ship— the Ancients use to build these interfaces that would allow the user to do stuff like download a database of knowledge or fly a city or interface with weapons and stuff— and it fried his brain and uploaded his consciousness to the ship.

The Lucian Alliance: a bunch of Lucian Alliance people boarded Destiny at one point. Imagine a bunch of D-list actors dressed in leather pretending to be space mercenaries. A couple of them were “good” in the sense that they were “morally not terrible:” Ginn (a young hacker whom Eli fell in love with, but then who got killed later, but her consciousness got uploaded to Destiny’s computer, and it’s SO not worth going into) and Varro (a dude TJ fell in love with despite the fact that he looks like a weird muscular bird).

The Nakai: blue insectoid aliens who are always chasing Destiny and trying to conquer it. They mentally torture/interrogate anyone they come in contact with, preferentially by sticking them in tanks full of water with psychic transmitters on their heads.

Also: remember Daniel Jackson, from SG-1? Keep him in mind.

John Sheppard and Rodney McKay, too.

In conclusion,

(I could not find a source for that gif of Rush, so let me know if it’s yours.)

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Breathe - Chapter 5

Fandom: Stargate Universe,Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Belle (Once Upon a Time)/Nicholas Rush

Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Nicholas Rush, Eli Wallace, The Destiny, Ronald Greer, Matthew Scott, Tamara "TJ" Johansen

Additional Tags: Angst, Science Fiction, AU, Smut, Violence, Character Death, Aftermath, Hurt/Comfort

Series: Part 1 of We Three

Summary: As the Lucian Alliance attack Icarus Base, Doctor Rush makes the decision that dialing back to Earth is too dangerous, though that may not at all be his reason for attempting to dial the ninth chevron, persuaded by Eli, and by something Belle had said to him previously, he substitues Earth for Icarus, and the connection is made. In spite of hurrying to urge Belle to the 'Gate room and through the 'Gate, neither he, nor anyone else believes that Belle actually made it on board Destiny...

Thanks to xiolaperry for helping me to find a name for the series.

Read Previous chapters on AO3

Breathe - Chapter 5

If Belle had felt breathless before, what she felt now was that feeling, to a magnitude of… she couldn’t even begin figure a number. Numbers weren’t her thing, Languages were. Numbers were Rush’s.

She growled softly to herself. This hologram in front of her - hologram of an Ancient, no less, had just revealed a whole other level narrative to her, and all she could think of was that arrogant, bad tempered, son-of-a—

“You have a connection to him, none the less.” The hologram whose name, she remembered, was Myana. Belle made a face, and Myana frowned in confusion. “Why is this distasteful to you? I don’t understand. The two of you have given and taken of each other. He is in you.”

“What!” Belle leaped to her feet as if somehow moving would shake Rush out of her. “I… he…”

“As you are him,” Myana said. Belle felt a little better at that, but not by much.

“W…what… do you mean by that?” she asked, tilting her head a little to the side, the way she always did when she was considering something. She tried not to feel the patronized or humored when Myana answered.

“When two people share intimacy on that level, a bond is created,” Myana said. “It was ever so among Alterans, my people.”

“But we…” Belle stammered. “I wouldn’t exactly call what he and I did—”

“Then what would you call it?” Myana asked.

“We were… we were angry,” she said. “It was… just another extension of our fight; a way to gain power over the other. We just…” she trailed off, unable to even bring herself to say the word that was in her head to describe the sex that she and Rush had shared.

“You bandy words, Belle French,” Myana said calmly, “And in spite of your vulgarity, when you ‘fucked’ Doctor Rush, you became connected.” Belle blushed scarlet to the tips of her ears, to hear her thought coming from the Ancient’s holographic mouth, color that drained in the next moment when she went on to add, “And you have feelings for him, as he for you.”

She sat down, heavily, in the chair once again. More like falling into it than sitting.

“Through you, we too are bonded,” Myana offered with a slight note of questioning, as if to offer comfort in that. “That… is important. As is this: you must go to him.”

“No,” she said outright. “Trust me, that is the last thing that any of us need right now.  He needs to focus; he needs to get the life support system fix, and he needs to get us home.

Myana fell to silence and, becoming uncomfortable, Belle looked up at her. When she still hadn’t spoken in many long minutes, Belle demanded, “What?”

“You’re not going home,” Myana said simply.

Belle looked on her, horror dawning on her face. “No, you’re wrong,” she protested, “He’ll do it, he can do– He’ll take us home. He–”

“This is your home, Belle French,” Myana said, “Destiny was always meant to be your home.”

“But that’s ridiculous,” Belle protested, “before I met Doctor Rush I hadn’t even heard of… of any of this.”

“It… is a curious thing...” The hologram faded, just for a moment and Belle felt the same, brief dislocation, the same, disorienting stretching feeling that she had first noticed not long after she had come on board. It momentarily distracted her, and when she refocussed she realized that she may have missed some of what Myana had said. “...at just because you do not know of something, a truth concerning that which you do not know cannot be true.”

“Wait, what?” she frowned and pointed at the hologram. “You said what now?”

“You may not believe in Destiny, Belle French, but Destiny Believes in you.” Myana waved her hand and a perfect image of Doctor Rush appeared beside her on the platform. “You, this man, our people, we all share a common–”

“Wait, our people?” Belle sidled away from the too still, translucent form of Nicholas Rush. “You said our people.”

“I did.”

“But I– you–”

“You share a common genetic marker with the Alterans,” Myana said as though it were obvious, “By what other means did you think you were so able to communicate with Destiny.”

“Communicate?” Belle frowned and moved closer to the hologram.

“Touch the console,” Myana instructed, gesturing toward the closest one to where Belle stood.

She did, albeit hesitantly.  When her fingers touched the smooth, glasslike surface the console came to life beneath her fingers. Text scrolled across the darkened, screenlike section of it, ancient text. Belle ran her eyes over it, and looking up at the Ancient said, “We’ve stopped.”

“We have,” Myana gestured with a hand to the expansive viewscreen in front of them, and to the planet that hung beneath them as if it were some kind of element in a child’s mobile. “And on this world, if they prove of worth, they will find the means by which Destiny can be repaired.

“Wait a minute,” Belle felt defensiveness flare within her, “‘Prove their worth?’ Excuse me?”

Myana turned a look of regret her way; regret mingled with sympathy. “You, and Doctor Rush were the only ones Destiny predicted would be needed to complete our journey - our mission.  The others are here by chance.  If they are to remain–”

“We came here,” defensiveness became anger in Belle and she pointed at the hologram, her voice and her posture both harsh and unforgiving, “because the energy needed to open the stargate was only available on a world that got… attacked by some pretty nasty people, and those out there… whom you’re insisting must prove their worth?  They’re here because they had no place else to go!  They would have died if they didn’t come here.”

“They may still,” Myana said calmly, and it only further infuriated Belle to the point where she felt tears of anger prickle at the back of her eyes.

“No. That’s not–”

“You said, ‘a world’,” Myana interrupted. “You did not travel to Destiny from Terra?”

“What?” Belle began, then realized from her reading that the Ancient meant Earth. “No, we didn’t.  We came from–”

“Curious,” Myana said. “That we did not foresee.”

“Yeah, it seems to me that most of your foresight is pretty lacking if you ask me,” Belle snapped.

“Nevertheless,” the Ancient hologram turned a fervent expression her way, “you and Doctor Rush must survive. Go to him.”

Before Belle could answer, the light from the projector faded, and Myana blinked away out of sight.