Inukshuk by murron (NC-17)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Category: Angst, Drama, Action/Adventure, Hurt/Comfort, First Time
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
murron
Author's Website: http://home.arcor.de/elfling/portal.htm
Link: Inukshuk
Why This Must Be Read:
At almost 90,000 words, this story is one you'll want to make sure you have time to read in one sitting because you won't want to stop in the middle. An isolated tribe, dangerous rituals, an Ancient outpost in the wilderness, and missing team members are only some of the elements in this fascinating adventure. It also contains wonderful elements of suspense and mystery, so I'm not going to reveal any more of the plot, just urge you to read and enjoy.
Excerpt:
The forest lay black beneath the scope of cold flat starlight. Wind blew down the mountains and sawed across the slope. Down in the foothills, trees creaked and rushed in waves like a disquieted sea. The smell of resin and juniper was strong, even up here.
Resting against the ceremony stone, he had his legs stretched out before him. The heavy fur coat protected his back and torso but couldn’t prevent the chill seeping into him from the ground. His breath crystallised into white plumes at his lips.
To his left, the ragged walls of the canyon hid the Ancient spire in shadows. All the same he knew it was there: a slender tower, rising from the rocks like a blade of black steel. He had seen the glint of setting sunlight on its metal turrets. It was there, only a few miles away.
He tried to stand up but as he dragged his heel across the gravel, strength poured out of him like water from a broken spillway. He didn’t try again.
At the canyon’s mouth, ice cracked on a frozen brook. The quiet was hypnotic, soporific. If he listened long enough, the silence would spread inside him, too. Snowflakes settled on his brow and cheeks. Slowly, he felt the sweat on his face turn to frost. Even the blood on his shirt was no longer warm. The soaked cotton stuck to his skin, spreading more coldness.
They shouldn’t have separated. It had been a mistake to let Teyla go.
He flexed his bruised fingers. By now the cold hurt worse than the cuts on his hands. He briefly wondered how much longer he would remain lucid. As yet, his aching body kept him awake but surely that would fade soon. Already the pain was dimming from his side - the wound didn’t throb that hard anymore.
He felt dizzy, though. Gut churning with nausea; he turned his head to the side and his hair rasped against the stone. Thoughts passed in and out of his mind, turning like leaves on a river’s surface. No longer able to keep a hold on them, he let them drift until they blurred. Sleep was close, and it was easy to give in to it. For the first time in a long while it was easy. It almost felt like comfort. At this point he didn’t long anymore, didn’t wish for things to have turned out another way, didn’t want to see a lost face again or go home.
Home.
Had never been a place.
...
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Category: Angst, Drama, Action/Adventure, Hurt/Comfort, First Time
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:
murronAuthor's Website: http://home.arcor.de/elfling/portal.htm
Link: Inukshuk
Why This Must Be Read:
At almost 90,000 words, this story is one you'll want to make sure you have time to read in one sitting because you won't want to stop in the middle. An isolated tribe, dangerous rituals, an Ancient outpost in the wilderness, and missing team members are only some of the elements in this fascinating adventure. It also contains wonderful elements of suspense and mystery, so I'm not going to reveal any more of the plot, just urge you to read and enjoy.
Excerpt:
The forest lay black beneath the scope of cold flat starlight. Wind blew down the mountains and sawed across the slope. Down in the foothills, trees creaked and rushed in waves like a disquieted sea. The smell of resin and juniper was strong, even up here.
Resting against the ceremony stone, he had his legs stretched out before him. The heavy fur coat protected his back and torso but couldn’t prevent the chill seeping into him from the ground. His breath crystallised into white plumes at his lips.
To his left, the ragged walls of the canyon hid the Ancient spire in shadows. All the same he knew it was there: a slender tower, rising from the rocks like a blade of black steel. He had seen the glint of setting sunlight on its metal turrets. It was there, only a few miles away.
He tried to stand up but as he dragged his heel across the gravel, strength poured out of him like water from a broken spillway. He didn’t try again.
At the canyon’s mouth, ice cracked on a frozen brook. The quiet was hypnotic, soporific. If he listened long enough, the silence would spread inside him, too. Snowflakes settled on his brow and cheeks. Slowly, he felt the sweat on his face turn to frost. Even the blood on his shirt was no longer warm. The soaked cotton stuck to his skin, spreading more coldness.
They shouldn’t have separated. It had been a mistake to let Teyla go.
He flexed his bruised fingers. By now the cold hurt worse than the cuts on his hands. He briefly wondered how much longer he would remain lucid. As yet, his aching body kept him awake but surely that would fade soon. Already the pain was dimming from his side - the wound didn’t throb that hard anymore.
He felt dizzy, though. Gut churning with nausea; he turned his head to the side and his hair rasped against the stone. Thoughts passed in and out of his mind, turning like leaves on a river’s surface. No longer able to keep a hold on them, he let them drift until they blurred. Sleep was close, and it was easy to give in to it. For the first time in a long while it was easy. It almost felt like comfort. At this point he didn’t long anymore, didn’t wish for things to have turned out another way, didn’t want to see a lost face again or go home.
Home.
Had never been a place.
...
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