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stargateficrecRec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay, Teyla/Kanaan, Ronon/OFC
Category: First Time, Established Relationship, Romance, Team, Futurefic
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
auburnnothenna
Author's Website: http://www.eternalvox.net/auburn/
Link: but the nights are better (out here)
from the edge of the green sea
Why This Must Be Read:
In beautifully descriptive language, we learn about John and Rodney and their lives on a remote planet in the Pegasus galaxy, shared with with Teyla, Kanaan, Torren, and Ronon. They've left Atlantis behind and bits of that story is interlaced with the present, as they journey across a sea for a seasonal celebration. The sequel fills in more of the back story of their exodus, filled with loyalty and love.
Excerpt:
Salt on the tongue, the sea lingered in the damp air. The lighthouse swept its beam outward over the glassy black waters, steady as the ceaseless beat of the tide, and the long moan of the foghorn echoed in melancholy counterpoint.
John pushed the heavy wooden door shut behind him, his face turned outward, breathing in. Shark sharp cold snapped at the smoke curl of his breath. He tucked his face deeper into his scarf and held in place until he felt the latch catch securely.
Hefting the lantern higher, he trudged toward the barn, encircled within its sphere of yellow light. Crisp snow crunched under his boots.
The dog that they'd never named, still long-legged and all feet though no longer a pup, paced him then bounded away impatiently. Its pale shape dissolved into the dark beyond the equipment sheds, the empty greenhouse and the deserted and crumbling fisherman's cottage.
Shadow and flame swung with the lantern, wild behind the chimney glass, while John put his shoulder to the barn's ice-locked door. The crack and creak were greeted eagerly inside. The mosken shook their great heads, shuffling in their stalls with soft snorts. Warmth folded round John as he hung the lantern on its iron hook, shed his heavy coat and gloves and began the morning routine of mucking stalls before he measured out the sweet hay and oats. The barn smelled like childhood to him and he worked, thinking to himself how strange it was to miss horses more than anything else, content in his labor.
When he'd finished, left the scents of wool and musk and levered the door shut, the dog joined him again, ears and brushy tail high. They made their careful way around and down to the boat house and dock. Toenails clicked on the wet steps carved out of the rocky outcrop that supported the lighthouse. John didn't hurry. Despite the warm current that cut through the sound between the mainland and Hæmírfara, a rime of ice always slicked the stone.
Icicles like witches' fingers clutched and caught at John's shoulders and head as he ducked under the low eaves to check that no wind or wanderer had flung open the shutters or door of the boathouse.
A knock to the big fuel tank rang it like a muffled bell. The generators had been chugging fuel hard all winter. Maybe the time had arrived to let Rodney switch the rest of the station to the tower's power source.
Like the old tower, the boat sang a little when John came near. Their second year on the island, they'd salvaged the installation's wrecked jumper and used its systems to refit the Hrafny with inertial dampeners. John had worried, but Rodney's improvements meant they could reach the mainland no matter how rough the sea, a risk they were all willing to run.
He went below deck and then up into the pilot house. The dog sat, leaning against John's knee, as he stroked his palms over the transplanted console, fairy-lit holograms winking on. There were stronger sensors in the tower, but the tower was Rodney's demesne. The boat belonged to John and he listened to what she told him before heading back to the station house.
...
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay, Teyla/Kanaan, Ronon/OFC
Category: First Time, Established Relationship, Romance, Team, Futurefic
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:
auburnnothennaAuthor's Website: http://www.eternalvox.net/auburn/
Link: but the nights are better (out here)
from the edge of the green sea
Why This Must Be Read:
In beautifully descriptive language, we learn about John and Rodney and their lives on a remote planet in the Pegasus galaxy, shared with with Teyla, Kanaan, Torren, and Ronon. They've left Atlantis behind and bits of that story is interlaced with the present, as they journey across a sea for a seasonal celebration. The sequel fills in more of the back story of their exodus, filled with loyalty and love.
Excerpt:
Salt on the tongue, the sea lingered in the damp air. The lighthouse swept its beam outward over the glassy black waters, steady as the ceaseless beat of the tide, and the long moan of the foghorn echoed in melancholy counterpoint.
John pushed the heavy wooden door shut behind him, his face turned outward, breathing in. Shark sharp cold snapped at the smoke curl of his breath. He tucked his face deeper into his scarf and held in place until he felt the latch catch securely.
Hefting the lantern higher, he trudged toward the barn, encircled within its sphere of yellow light. Crisp snow crunched under his boots.
The dog that they'd never named, still long-legged and all feet though no longer a pup, paced him then bounded away impatiently. Its pale shape dissolved into the dark beyond the equipment sheds, the empty greenhouse and the deserted and crumbling fisherman's cottage.
Shadow and flame swung with the lantern, wild behind the chimney glass, while John put his shoulder to the barn's ice-locked door. The crack and creak were greeted eagerly inside. The mosken shook their great heads, shuffling in their stalls with soft snorts. Warmth folded round John as he hung the lantern on its iron hook, shed his heavy coat and gloves and began the morning routine of mucking stalls before he measured out the sweet hay and oats. The barn smelled like childhood to him and he worked, thinking to himself how strange it was to miss horses more than anything else, content in his labor.
When he'd finished, left the scents of wool and musk and levered the door shut, the dog joined him again, ears and brushy tail high. They made their careful way around and down to the boat house and dock. Toenails clicked on the wet steps carved out of the rocky outcrop that supported the lighthouse. John didn't hurry. Despite the warm current that cut through the sound between the mainland and Hæmírfara, a rime of ice always slicked the stone.
Icicles like witches' fingers clutched and caught at John's shoulders and head as he ducked under the low eaves to check that no wind or wanderer had flung open the shutters or door of the boathouse.
A knock to the big fuel tank rang it like a muffled bell. The generators had been chugging fuel hard all winter. Maybe the time had arrived to let Rodney switch the rest of the station to the tower's power source.
Like the old tower, the boat sang a little when John came near. Their second year on the island, they'd salvaged the installation's wrecked jumper and used its systems to refit the Hrafny with inertial dampeners. John had worried, but Rodney's improvements meant they could reach the mainland no matter how rough the sea, a risk they were all willing to run.
He went below deck and then up into the pilot house. The dog sat, leaning against John's knee, as he stroked his palms over the transplanted console, fairy-lit holograms winking on. There were stronger sensors in the tower, but the tower was Rodney's demesne. The boat belonged to John and he listened to what she told him before heading back to the station house.
...
