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Title: Life Character: Sheppard Rating: G Spoilers: None Summary: Exploring Atlantis never gets old. Notes: Written for a challenge on 15minuteficlets. 18 minutes, 309 words, no beta or read-throughs. Exploring the city of Atlantis never got old. There was always something new to see, a new discovery to make. The scientists (who made up most of the expedition) were in a permanent state of euphoria over the technology they unearthed. John wasn’t all that interested in the new tech (though that cache of weapons they’d found was rather interesting, and the jumpers of course were the coolest things ever), but he was more than willing to help the geeks – sorry, scientific experts – explore the city. Because the city itself was more fascinating to him than anything he’d ever found on Earth. Apparently, the fascination went both ways. The city liked Major John Sheppard. It seemed almost eager to please him, to open up new paths and show him its secrets. Presumably that was because of his Ancient genes, and because he seemed to have more access to that part of him than anyone else on the team. That was, after all, why he’d been brought along. And while it was a little unnerving to have the city respond to him so easily, he found that he really didn’t mind. In fact, he liked it. There was something fulfilling about having a kind of kinship with your surroundings. Humanity seemed to have forgotten that concept. Atlantis sought to remind him of it. He stood in a room full of boxes. The boxes ranged from the size of his fingertip to doubling his height in all directions. They were all filled with . . . Life. Stilled life, perfectly preserved. In that box, a hunting cat, curled up to sleep. In that one, a young tree, green and flourishing. In that one, a vibrant yellow flower, complete with a bee gathering food from it. He reached towards that one, but his hand fell away without touching it. Some things were better left undisturbed.