Kate Heightmeyer Drabble-a-thon: Day 13

prompt: words are swords, wield them carefully

Self-Inflicted Wounds

Kate stepped out onto the hospital roof and walked across to the parapet. The icy wind whipped her hair back from her face. She didn't smoke but, right now, a cigarette seemed like a really good idea. Or maybe a gun. Not that she was suicidal, but knowing she'd never again be able to inflict that level of pain on a patient with one misplaced word would be a good thing.

"Hey, thought I might find you up here." Doctor Paige, her supervisor, appeared at her shoulder. "You just have to remember how many patient you've made things better for...."

Kate Heightmeyer Drabble-a-thon: Day 14

prompt: honor

For Auld Lang Syne

Kate made it her business to perform one kind act every day that the recipient didn't expect.

An invitation to a lost-looking new arrival to Atlantis to sit with her at dinner; or taking an interest in someone's hobby, family or (far too often!) pet theory; or a publicly spoken word of praise for a thankless task.

It was something Carson had managed to do every day, just by being who he was. And now he was gone. So Kate honored his memory by trying to spark something of the bright flame that had, all too soon, been snuffed out.

Kate Heightmeyer Drabble-a-thon: Day 15

prompt: Kate & Teyla; chick flicks

A Matter Of Taste

"Ronon and I have watched several Earth movies with Colonel Sheppard and Doctor McKay." Teyla sounded like she'd been less than enthralled by the experience.

Kate rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me. Explosions? Fights? Lots of gore?"

Teyla nodded. "When I asked if all Earth movies were like this, he said something uncomplimentary about... chick flicks, I believe he called them."

Kate grimaced. "Yeah, well, maybe he has a point. Some of those are just... bad. But there's plenty of good stuff." She grinned. "Let's go see what's in Atlantis's DVD library – there must be a few classics in there."