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stargateficrecRec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Category: AU, angst, romance
Warning: Graphic Sex
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anuna_81 and alternate0ego
Author's Website: N/A
Link: Long Lost Friend.
Why This Must Be Read: This fic was written for the SGA Big Bang, and like any other fics written for it, it's a perfect fic. Anuna and Alternate0ego changed SGA ep Tabula Rasa slightly in this search and rescue Elizabeth fic. They bring back past characters, as John is struggling to remember who he is and his friends. This is a very moving fic, written beautifully and though it's pretty long, you can't stop reading before the end .
"He's playing it again," whispered Rodney as his expression changed from annoyed to painfully upset.
"What? Who is playing what?" asked Ronon leaning slightly forward, and Rodney ducked his head slightly.
"Can you talk any louder?!" hissed the scientist through his teeth. "Sheppard! Look at him," hissed Rodney switching back from worry to his well known annoyed state of mind. "It's pathetic. And depressing. Someone should tell him to stop it," muttered Rodney and Ronon's face turned grim as he tried not to look toward the far end of the mess hall, where John sat alone, cradling the guitar in his hands and picking a sorrowful tune.
"I'm sick of his beloved Johnny Cash and that pathetic song, damn it," added Rodney for a good measure and Teyla could feel the overall mood sinking. She sighed inwardly, this was happening often, way too often; and they never quite found a way out of this. It went unsaid that when John got upset Ronon made sure Rodney wasn't around and John simply fled somewhere where he couldn't be found. Then, when the team minus John gathered, they would usually end up fighting, Rodney being rude to Ronon and Telya trying to get them to calm down.
"Well then maybe you should tell him to stop it," glared Ronon, obviously loosing his patience. Everybody seemed to be on a short fuse these days, as Evan put it. She looked at the Major who was still trying to draw her face, but he gave up on his attempts when his eyes met hers. The sudden, cold tension was palpable all around them, falling on the table like a thick shroud full of suffocating dust.
Lorne looked at them, placing his drawing pencils on the table. He probably realized that that this wasn't the first time the three of them were having this conversation. Teyla shot them both an exasperated look as they tried to quiet their voices. She had enough of this. Something needed to be done. "Have you ever lost someone, McKay?" asked Ronon with a glare.
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Category: AU, angst, romance
Warning: Graphic Sex
Author on LJ:
anuna_81 and alternate0egoAuthor's Website: N/A
Link: Long Lost Friend.
Why This Must Be Read: This fic was written for the SGA Big Bang, and like any other fics written for it, it's a perfect fic. Anuna and Alternate0ego changed SGA ep Tabula Rasa slightly in this search and rescue Elizabeth fic. They bring back past characters, as John is struggling to remember who he is and his friends. This is a very moving fic, written beautifully and though it's pretty long, you can't stop reading before the end .
"He's playing it again," whispered Rodney as his expression changed from annoyed to painfully upset.
"What? Who is playing what?" asked Ronon leaning slightly forward, and Rodney ducked his head slightly.
"Can you talk any louder?!" hissed the scientist through his teeth. "Sheppard! Look at him," hissed Rodney switching back from worry to his well known annoyed state of mind. "It's pathetic. And depressing. Someone should tell him to stop it," muttered Rodney and Ronon's face turned grim as he tried not to look toward the far end of the mess hall, where John sat alone, cradling the guitar in his hands and picking a sorrowful tune.
"I'm sick of his beloved Johnny Cash and that pathetic song, damn it," added Rodney for a good measure and Teyla could feel the overall mood sinking. She sighed inwardly, this was happening often, way too often; and they never quite found a way out of this. It went unsaid that when John got upset Ronon made sure Rodney wasn't around and John simply fled somewhere where he couldn't be found. Then, when the team minus John gathered, they would usually end up fighting, Rodney being rude to Ronon and Telya trying to get them to calm down.
"Well then maybe you should tell him to stop it," glared Ronon, obviously loosing his patience. Everybody seemed to be on a short fuse these days, as Evan put it. She looked at the Major who was still trying to draw her face, but he gave up on his attempts when his eyes met hers. The sudden, cold tension was palpable all around them, falling on the table like a thick shroud full of suffocating dust.
Lorne looked at them, placing his drawing pencils on the table. He probably realized that that this wasn't the first time the three of them were having this conversation. Teyla shot them both an exasperated look as they tried to quiet their voices. She had enough of this. Something needed to be done. "Have you ever lost someone, McKay?" asked Ronon with a glare.
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