Fic: Wake Me Up - 1/1 - McShep
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suki_blueTitle: Wake Me Up
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney/John
Rating: R (Probably lower, but I like to be sure)
Summary: Rodney hates September. Inspired by the song Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day. Set at some point during Season 1.
Oodles and oodles of thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitty_poker1 for the main beta and to darkhavens for the canon/character beta.
Wake Me Up
Rodney hates September.
September is the No-Man’s-Land of an Earth year. It signals the end of one season and the beginning of another.
It’s very true that the sunshine and pollens and flying insects of the summer have never been a friend to Rodney, what with his sensitive skin and complete and utter belief that he could drop dead at any moment from a bite or a sting or a blade of grass floating up his nose.
But Rodney once loved the summer.
Sometimes he remembers that he still does.
Long days and warm nights and Rodney never hears the sound of silence when the sun shines full in the sky. Birds and bees, the wind in the trees, the rush of the sea and the crunch of rubber soles on pebbles; the sounds are like music and Rodney’s heart breaks ever so slightly when September comes and the soundtrack begins to fade away.
Rodney loves the winter. It’s cold, very cold and any airborne irritants and things with six or more legs are toes up and buried beneath sheets and sheets of snow and ice. It’s clean, it’s uncomplicated, it’s quiet. Rodney does his best thinking in the winter.
But September is neither here nor there. It’s in between, it’s limbo, it’s a month of nothing that isn’t summer, isn’t winter and, fuck, isn’t even really fall. It’s the sore thumb of the year and Rodney never knows where he is, never knows what to wear or what to expect. It’s unpredictable. Rain and the dark, a slippery road and faulty brakes.
Rodney has to fix things now, has to know, but he hates being lonely and he hates September.
Rodney steps through the Stargate and forgets.
It’s September and MX6-333 is shiny and hot like it’s July. It’s quiet and peaceful and when Rodney takes a deep breath he finds the air is pure and allergen free. His skin is tingling with a pleasant warmth and he’s convinced the sunscreen he applied in the Jumper is not needed.
He looks around him and sees everything at once. It’s hard to focus, but Rodney notices that the grass under his feet looks as though it would feel like silk and, by the look of wonder on Major Sheppard’s face as he bends to touch it, it does.
It’s like no place he’s ever known and he wants to give this planet a proper name. Rodney wonders if John will argue with him about it.
He’s sure he can get Ford on his side.
A bird skims past them and it’s easily the size of a Condor. It’s majestic and graceful and, as it passes, Rodney swears it salutes the Lieutenant.
“Did you see the size of that thing?!”
Ford’s voice breaks the silence and although a part of Rodney wishes to reprimand him, purely out of habit, he doesn’t.
“Huh. Big.” It’s not the most intelligent thing Rodney has ever said, but he doesn’t feel the need to say much more. “Bird,” he adds, unsure whether he’s finishing his barely-there sentence or just stating another fact.
There are deer-like creatures in the distance, a whole group. The area behind them shimmers and Rodney wonders if it’s just the heat or if there’s a beautiful big lake just waiting to be discovered. One of the alien deer dips its head as though drinking and Rodney suddenly gets the urge to skinny dip.
“It looks like a lake,” Teyla states. Just for the record.
“We should check.” Sheppard tips his head at the probably-a-lake and everybody starts walking. Rodney wonders if they should be approaching wild, unknown animals. He doesn’t care. He wonders if the others are wondering the same thing and not caring either.
The sun is so big and it feels like it should be too close, but Rodney basks in it, turning his face to the sky and opening his mouth like he wants to taste it. He breathes deep and his eyes close for just a moment while his super-sized brain processes that he hasn’t yet sneezed.
Rodney gets extra grumpy in the summer. He remembers what they used to feel like and it’s kind of like this.
He breathes again, long and deep, and he turns his head now and sees Major Sheppard doing the same. He smiles and the Major smiles back.
“How cool is this?” John says. “I’m not even breaking a sweat.”
He’s right and Rodney notices for the first time that his armpits aren’t damp and his chest isn’t heaving with the exertion of walking in intense heat. He wishes he’d brought sunglasses, but the Major is still smiling at him and holding out a spare pair.
Rodney takes them.
The lake turns out to be just that and now Teyla is smiling and holding out her palm while a young deer with big doe eyes licks it and nuzzles her wrist. “I have never known such tame creatures. They seem to be used to human contact.”
Sheppard looks around him. “Don’t see too many humans.”
He’s right again. The area is unspoiled and the land stretches far into the horizon and Rodney can’t see any evidence that anyone’s ever been here. In that moment he’s never been so sure of anything.
The planet is untouched; there is no-one else here.
“They’re not scared because they’ve no reason to be,” Rodney says.
“They’ve never seen a human,” Teyla muses. She’s still smiling and the creatures are starting to flock around her, smelling and licking and nudging at her tac vest where they can probably smell the emergency supply of power bars that she never actually needs or eats.
“Hey, Big Bird is back.” Ford points up even though it’s completely obvious where to look.
The bird is squawking now and it sounds like a song and Rodney can tell that Ford is awed, like he’s hearing his first opera.
Rodney’s arms rise from his sides to embrace the air around him. “This place…it’s… Just wait until Elizabeth hears about this.” And yeah, he can tell by all their expressions that they’ll let him be the one to tell.
And the Major won’t even interrupt. Rodney can tell this, too. John looks moved, looks like he’s been struck by a bolt of happiness, and it’s the same look that he gives Rodney every time they kiss.
And Rodney knows that he’s looking back at John with the same expression. A part of him thinks that maybe he should say something profound now, something utterly wonderful, and another part is suddenly screaming and thumping inside his skull for freedom, for escape.
“I think we’ve really found something here,” Rodney says, because he’s not listening to the panicking voice that isn’t really there anyway.
“Yeah. I think we have.” Major John Sheppard relaxes completely and lowers his P-90 and that’s when everything falls apart.
That’s the moment that Rodney watches John’s expression fall.
That’s the moment the deer turn on Teyla, their lips curling up and revealing long, razor sharp fangs that pierce her clothing and rip the skin from her body.
That’s the moment that Big Bird turns crazy and Ford starts running and falling and screaming.
That’s the moment that Rodney hears something like a shot and it’s not from John’s weapon because John is barely holding it now, his hands limp and his eyes glazed and unseeing and, oh god, Rodney realises he’s covered in John’s blood.
Everything rushes towards him then, the thick poison in the air choking him, the insects biting and stinging and fucking burrowing into his skin. Rodney just manages to catch John as he falls and he would scream, he would shout and cry hysterically, but his eyes and nose are already streaming and his throat is swollen and bleeding.
There are things growling and Rodney is scared and wondering when the vampire deer are going to turn on him, but Teyla is busy hitting them with sticks so that’s kind of okay.
Ford isn’t doing so well. He’s on his back and he’s flailing and flapping back at the bird and screaming, “Oh, god, no!” over and over and when Rodney sees the bird pulling at something that looks suspiciously like a length of intestine his survival instinct kicks in.
He snatches John’s P-90 from his still hands and pretends not to notice how pale John’s face is. Rodney does notice the blisters on his own burned hands and he quashes the urge to shout a triumphant, “I told you I burned easily!!” but he knows John can’t hear him and he pretends that he hasn’t just thought that because John not hearing him meant bad, bad, very bad things that only happened when it was September.
Rodney fires and the bird drops like a lead weight on top of him instead of Ford. Rodney is confused and he’s surprised that he’s managed to hit the thing first go. Ford is screaming at him now and Rodney doesn’t know why.
Teyla is next to him and she’s covered in more blood than Rodney would expect to see on someone that was still standing. She has her P-90 in her hands and the sticks are gone. She’s driving back the killer Bambies.
Ford was there too, crouching next to him - not an intestine, then - and Rodney wonders why he’s suddenly shouting and swearing at the Lieutenant. But Ford is trying to take John away from him, he’s pulling and taking and depriving and that’s why Rodney is freaking out.
And John isn’t moving and his lips are blue and his eyes are wide open and all Rodney has left is to hold on and never let go.
The air is getting thinner and Rodney can barely breathe; it’s like he’s sucked a whole lemon and everything is getting dimmer like the sun is setting and the lemon is falling down his throat.
But he’s still holding on and he won’t ever give up. Not ever.
The light fades completely and Rodney hears the distant whoosh of the Stargate. He never lets go. He holds John tight and together they touch and kiss and tell each other over and over how much they love the other. And that part is a dream and weirdly it’s the part that Rodney desperately wants to wake up from because it can’t be real and it’s not fair to be taunted like this.
Dream Rodney does cry then and he doesn’t care if anyone hears because why the fuck shouldn’t he cry?
Because it was all fucking gone.
Rodney hates September.
And he tells John that when he wakes. He’s been in a coma, John tells him, and Rodney isn’t sure he believes that. He’s confused and scared and relieved and he wishes he had any amount of strength because he can feel his hand in John’s and he wants to hold on tighter.
The others are apparently okay and John looks good, even with the huge bandage taped around his neck. He tells Rodney what happened, or at least tells him what he’s been told because John apparently can’t remember a lot either.
The wonderful, looks-and-feels-like-silk grass actually turned out to be bastard-squirt toxic-chemicals-in-your-face grass.
Carson Beckett floats by and tells them the grassland was only defending itself. Rodney can barely move and it hurts to talk but he totally gives Carson a piece of his mind about that.
And what a pity the MALP didn’t register a damn thing when it scouted ahead and rolled only onto the paved area around the Stargate. Rodney’s thinking that MALPs are useless and he’s not going to take that thought back until he absolutely has to.
John is looking tired and Rodney reaches out and touches around the edges of the bandage. Now he’s wondering again how much was real and how much was in his head. The only thing that Rodney can remember was a feeling of complete loss and a pain more intense than if his legs had been ripped to shreds by Big Bird.
“So, you’re okay?” Rodney asks and he can’t say what he really feels because no words have ever been created to adequately convey what’s trapped inside his chest right at that moment. Rodney decides to create new words because the English language sucks. Just as soon as he can convince someone to bring him his…
“My laptop!”
John just rolls his eyes and squeezes Rodney’s hand. “I’m fine and your laptop is safe, sound, scratch free and right here.”
The touch anchors him and Rodney floats, knowing that neither he nor John, or the laptop, will be going anywhere.
With a whisper, because John knows how Rodney feels about September and it’s a private thing, he tells Rodney that it’s October 1st.
Rodney loves October.
The End.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney/John
Rating: R (Probably lower, but I like to be sure)
Summary: Rodney hates September. Inspired by the song Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day. Set at some point during Season 1.
Oodles and oodles of thanks to
kitty_poker1 for the main beta and to darkhavens for the canon/character beta. Wake Me Up
Rodney hates September.
September is the No-Man’s-Land of an Earth year. It signals the end of one season and the beginning of another.
It’s very true that the sunshine and pollens and flying insects of the summer have never been a friend to Rodney, what with his sensitive skin and complete and utter belief that he could drop dead at any moment from a bite or a sting or a blade of grass floating up his nose.
But Rodney once loved the summer.
Sometimes he remembers that he still does.
Long days and warm nights and Rodney never hears the sound of silence when the sun shines full in the sky. Birds and bees, the wind in the trees, the rush of the sea and the crunch of rubber soles on pebbles; the sounds are like music and Rodney’s heart breaks ever so slightly when September comes and the soundtrack begins to fade away.
Rodney loves the winter. It’s cold, very cold and any airborne irritants and things with six or more legs are toes up and buried beneath sheets and sheets of snow and ice. It’s clean, it’s uncomplicated, it’s quiet. Rodney does his best thinking in the winter.
But September is neither here nor there. It’s in between, it’s limbo, it’s a month of nothing that isn’t summer, isn’t winter and, fuck, isn’t even really fall. It’s the sore thumb of the year and Rodney never knows where he is, never knows what to wear or what to expect. It’s unpredictable. Rain and the dark, a slippery road and faulty brakes.
Rodney has to fix things now, has to know, but he hates being lonely and he hates September.
Rodney steps through the Stargate and forgets.
It’s September and MX6-333 is shiny and hot like it’s July. It’s quiet and peaceful and when Rodney takes a deep breath he finds the air is pure and allergen free. His skin is tingling with a pleasant warmth and he’s convinced the sunscreen he applied in the Jumper is not needed.
He looks around him and sees everything at once. It’s hard to focus, but Rodney notices that the grass under his feet looks as though it would feel like silk and, by the look of wonder on Major Sheppard’s face as he bends to touch it, it does.
It’s like no place he’s ever known and he wants to give this planet a proper name. Rodney wonders if John will argue with him about it.
He’s sure he can get Ford on his side.
A bird skims past them and it’s easily the size of a Condor. It’s majestic and graceful and, as it passes, Rodney swears it salutes the Lieutenant.
“Did you see the size of that thing?!”
Ford’s voice breaks the silence and although a part of Rodney wishes to reprimand him, purely out of habit, he doesn’t.
“Huh. Big.” It’s not the most intelligent thing Rodney has ever said, but he doesn’t feel the need to say much more. “Bird,” he adds, unsure whether he’s finishing his barely-there sentence or just stating another fact.
There are deer-like creatures in the distance, a whole group. The area behind them shimmers and Rodney wonders if it’s just the heat or if there’s a beautiful big lake just waiting to be discovered. One of the alien deer dips its head as though drinking and Rodney suddenly gets the urge to skinny dip.
“It looks like a lake,” Teyla states. Just for the record.
“We should check.” Sheppard tips his head at the probably-a-lake and everybody starts walking. Rodney wonders if they should be approaching wild, unknown animals. He doesn’t care. He wonders if the others are wondering the same thing and not caring either.
The sun is so big and it feels like it should be too close, but Rodney basks in it, turning his face to the sky and opening his mouth like he wants to taste it. He breathes deep and his eyes close for just a moment while his super-sized brain processes that he hasn’t yet sneezed.
Rodney gets extra grumpy in the summer. He remembers what they used to feel like and it’s kind of like this.
He breathes again, long and deep, and he turns his head now and sees Major Sheppard doing the same. He smiles and the Major smiles back.
“How cool is this?” John says. “I’m not even breaking a sweat.”
He’s right and Rodney notices for the first time that his armpits aren’t damp and his chest isn’t heaving with the exertion of walking in intense heat. He wishes he’d brought sunglasses, but the Major is still smiling at him and holding out a spare pair.
Rodney takes them.
The lake turns out to be just that and now Teyla is smiling and holding out her palm while a young deer with big doe eyes licks it and nuzzles her wrist. “I have never known such tame creatures. They seem to be used to human contact.”
Sheppard looks around him. “Don’t see too many humans.”
He’s right again. The area is unspoiled and the land stretches far into the horizon and Rodney can’t see any evidence that anyone’s ever been here. In that moment he’s never been so sure of anything.
The planet is untouched; there is no-one else here.
“They’re not scared because they’ve no reason to be,” Rodney says.
“They’ve never seen a human,” Teyla muses. She’s still smiling and the creatures are starting to flock around her, smelling and licking and nudging at her tac vest where they can probably smell the emergency supply of power bars that she never actually needs or eats.
“Hey, Big Bird is back.” Ford points up even though it’s completely obvious where to look.
The bird is squawking now and it sounds like a song and Rodney can tell that Ford is awed, like he’s hearing his first opera.
Rodney’s arms rise from his sides to embrace the air around him. “This place…it’s… Just wait until Elizabeth hears about this.” And yeah, he can tell by all their expressions that they’ll let him be the one to tell.
And the Major won’t even interrupt. Rodney can tell this, too. John looks moved, looks like he’s been struck by a bolt of happiness, and it’s the same look that he gives Rodney every time they kiss.
And Rodney knows that he’s looking back at John with the same expression. A part of him thinks that maybe he should say something profound now, something utterly wonderful, and another part is suddenly screaming and thumping inside his skull for freedom, for escape.
“I think we’ve really found something here,” Rodney says, because he’s not listening to the panicking voice that isn’t really there anyway.
“Yeah. I think we have.” Major John Sheppard relaxes completely and lowers his P-90 and that’s when everything falls apart.
That’s the moment that Rodney watches John’s expression fall.
That’s the moment the deer turn on Teyla, their lips curling up and revealing long, razor sharp fangs that pierce her clothing and rip the skin from her body.
That’s the moment that Big Bird turns crazy and Ford starts running and falling and screaming.
That’s the moment that Rodney hears something like a shot and it’s not from John’s weapon because John is barely holding it now, his hands limp and his eyes glazed and unseeing and, oh god, Rodney realises he’s covered in John’s blood.
Everything rushes towards him then, the thick poison in the air choking him, the insects biting and stinging and fucking burrowing into his skin. Rodney just manages to catch John as he falls and he would scream, he would shout and cry hysterically, but his eyes and nose are already streaming and his throat is swollen and bleeding.
There are things growling and Rodney is scared and wondering when the vampire deer are going to turn on him, but Teyla is busy hitting them with sticks so that’s kind of okay.
Ford isn’t doing so well. He’s on his back and he’s flailing and flapping back at the bird and screaming, “Oh, god, no!” over and over and when Rodney sees the bird pulling at something that looks suspiciously like a length of intestine his survival instinct kicks in.
He snatches John’s P-90 from his still hands and pretends not to notice how pale John’s face is. Rodney does notice the blisters on his own burned hands and he quashes the urge to shout a triumphant, “I told you I burned easily!!” but he knows John can’t hear him and he pretends that he hasn’t just thought that because John not hearing him meant bad, bad, very bad things that only happened when it was September.
Rodney fires and the bird drops like a lead weight on top of him instead of Ford. Rodney is confused and he’s surprised that he’s managed to hit the thing first go. Ford is screaming at him now and Rodney doesn’t know why.
Teyla is next to him and she’s covered in more blood than Rodney would expect to see on someone that was still standing. She has her P-90 in her hands and the sticks are gone. She’s driving back the killer Bambies.
Ford was there too, crouching next to him - not an intestine, then - and Rodney wonders why he’s suddenly shouting and swearing at the Lieutenant. But Ford is trying to take John away from him, he’s pulling and taking and depriving and that’s why Rodney is freaking out.
And John isn’t moving and his lips are blue and his eyes are wide open and all Rodney has left is to hold on and never let go.
The air is getting thinner and Rodney can barely breathe; it’s like he’s sucked a whole lemon and everything is getting dimmer like the sun is setting and the lemon is falling down his throat.
But he’s still holding on and he won’t ever give up. Not ever.
The light fades completely and Rodney hears the distant whoosh of the Stargate. He never lets go. He holds John tight and together they touch and kiss and tell each other over and over how much they love the other. And that part is a dream and weirdly it’s the part that Rodney desperately wants to wake up from because it can’t be real and it’s not fair to be taunted like this.
Dream Rodney does cry then and he doesn’t care if anyone hears because why the fuck shouldn’t he cry?
Because it was all fucking gone.
Rodney hates September.
And he tells John that when he wakes. He’s been in a coma, John tells him, and Rodney isn’t sure he believes that. He’s confused and scared and relieved and he wishes he had any amount of strength because he can feel his hand in John’s and he wants to hold on tighter.
The others are apparently okay and John looks good, even with the huge bandage taped around his neck. He tells Rodney what happened, or at least tells him what he’s been told because John apparently can’t remember a lot either.
The wonderful, looks-and-feels-like-silk grass actually turned out to be bastard-squirt toxic-chemicals-in-your-face grass.
Carson Beckett floats by and tells them the grassland was only defending itself. Rodney can barely move and it hurts to talk but he totally gives Carson a piece of his mind about that.
And what a pity the MALP didn’t register a damn thing when it scouted ahead and rolled only onto the paved area around the Stargate. Rodney’s thinking that MALPs are useless and he’s not going to take that thought back until he absolutely has to.
John is looking tired and Rodney reaches out and touches around the edges of the bandage. Now he’s wondering again how much was real and how much was in his head. The only thing that Rodney can remember was a feeling of complete loss and a pain more intense than if his legs had been ripped to shreds by Big Bird.
“So, you’re okay?” Rodney asks and he can’t say what he really feels because no words have ever been created to adequately convey what’s trapped inside his chest right at that moment. Rodney decides to create new words because the English language sucks. Just as soon as he can convince someone to bring him his…
“My laptop!”
John just rolls his eyes and squeezes Rodney’s hand. “I’m fine and your laptop is safe, sound, scratch free and right here.”
The touch anchors him and Rodney floats, knowing that neither he nor John, or the laptop, will be going anywhere.
With a whisper, because John knows how Rodney feels about September and it’s a private thing, he tells Rodney that it’s October 1st.
Rodney loves October.
The End.
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Date: 2006-07-04 09:50 pm (UTC)Stoopid MALP. Not very helpful.
The only thing that Rodney can remember was a feeling of complete loss and a pain more intense than if his legs had been ripped to shreds by Big Bird.
Aww, poor Rodney. His worst nightmare seemed to have come true. Hopefully, John will comfort him and make sure he loves October even more. *g*
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Date: 2006-07-05 04:11 pm (UTC)~smacks MALP~ Grrr.
Ooooh, yes, gotta have the H/C. You know me and H/C!!!
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Date: 2006-07-04 10:24 pm (UTC)“So, you’re okay?” Rodney asks and he can’t say what he really feels because no words have ever been created to adequately convey what’s trapped inside his chest right at that moment. Rodney decides to create new words because the English language sucks. Just as soon as he can convince someone to bring him his…
“My laptop!”
And I so love that bit. So Rodney! Great job darlin! Congrats!
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Date: 2006-07-05 04:14 pm (UTC)LOL! They were supposed to be scary vampire deer!!!! Heeeeeeee!!
And the laptop is top priority, aside from John's safety, of course ;o)
Thanks, luv! So glad you enjoyed ~hugs~
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Date: 2006-07-04 10:51 pm (UTC)Thankyou for sharing this.
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Date: 2006-07-05 04:16 pm (UTC)It's the sort of place that you'd like to go for a break away from the hustle and bustle of life, isn't it? Well, aside from the vampire deer and bastard birds ~g~
Thanks for the feedback!
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Date: 2006-07-04 10:57 pm (UTC)Rodney has the most important things in his life by his bedside - his laptop and John, and not necessarily in that order. ;)
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Date: 2006-07-05 04:17 pm (UTC)Thanks for your help with this. luv. It was most appreciated ~hugs~
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Date: 2006-07-04 11:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-05 04:20 pm (UTC)Oh my goodness, I could never have left the bois dead, no way. I would have devastated myself. LOL!
Dunno about a sequel, though. My muse is already skipping away. Hee!!
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Date: 2006-07-05 01:00 am (UTC)I was basking in their pleasure - innocently thinking to myself that, finally, here was a mission that didn't immediately turn to shit. At first I was a little tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but you completely lulled me into a false sense of security. *eyes you* I literally jumped in my seat when it all went bad - I was so startled! Sheesh! I did love your Rodney POV...you did a very nice job with his voice. :) It's hard to believe that you're such a recent convert. *g* This, though...love it:
He holds John tight and together they touch and kiss and tell each other over and over how much they love the other. And that part is a dream and weirdly it’s the part that Rodney desperately wants to wake up from because it can’t be real and it’s not fair to be taunted like this.
Dream Rodney does cry then and he doesn’t care if anyone hears because why the fuck shouldn’t he cry?
*pets Rodney*...*hugs Suki*
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Date: 2006-07-05 04:23 pm (UTC)I think I startled myself with this fic, too. I don't usually write a lot of angst - I love my fluff - so it was kinda unusual for me to go with a slightly darker piece. Mind you, I don't get much darker! Hee!!!
~hugs you back~
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Date: 2006-07-05 01:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-05 04:33 pm (UTC)It's really a wonderful series and the dynamic between John and Rodney is amazing. They play so well off each other - real chemistry. It's all so very slashy ;o)
Okay, for a start, have a look here:
http://suki-blue.livejournal.com/139170.html?nc=28 Loads of links that I was given when I put out my initial feelers.
Also:
http://www.stargatehandbook.org/sga/
http://community.livejournal.com/newbieguide/9140.html
And these are the scripts in case you'd like to read the episodes: http://twiztv.com/scripts/atlantis/
Hope that will start you off nicely. Let me know if you need anything else ;o)
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Date: 2006-07-06 04:36 pm (UTC)Also, I completely agree with Rodney here: Rodney loves the winter. It’s cold, very cold and any airborne irritants and things with six or more legs are toes up and buried beneath sheets and sheets of snow and ice.
Fantastic work, hon! Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2006-07-06 04:59 pm (UTC)I agree with that statement too. The best thing about winter is the lack of creepy crawlies! Hee!
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Date: 2006-07-18 10:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-18 04:36 pm (UTC)Yep, I definitely plan to write more SGA fics. In fact, I've already started a slightly longer one that I'll work on once I've returned from
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