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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Elizabeth Weir
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard
Het/Slash/Gen: Het
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anr
Author's Website:
Link: come close and then even closer
Why This Must Be Read: INSTA-REC! Damn. I'm not sure anything I could say wouldn't be damning this fic with faint praise, because the author's story speaks for itself. Lyrical and fast-moving, with great plot and even greater instances of characterization and interaction, it builds quite a lovely story. What happened to the alt!version of Sheppard's team in "This Mortal Coil"? Find out what happens in the next fifty years or so, as Anr explore 63 things that happen to this group of unique survivors.
30.
There's an accident. He doesn't want to remember details; filters them into a subdirectory he will never, ever access.
"Talk to me?" she asks quietly, eyes closed as she lies on the bed after, her nanites busily working to repair her body. "The silence -- Tell me a story, or something. I don't care."
Once upon a time he, she -- they had lived.
Once upon a time there was a group of people -- humans -- from a planet called Earth who had their consciousness copied into organic clones. They died.
Once upon a time there was a group of machines who made those same humans into nanite replicas. They survived. They survived, and they escaped the destruction of the replicator homeworld only to realise they had different ideas about what to do now that they were the only nanite-forms left in the galaxy. One took the 'ship and went with a handful of survivors in search of a higher plane of existence upgrade, while the others decided to create their own home and wait for the heat to die down.
Once upon a time we were living in our self-created Atlantis on this planet our human-selves had lived on for three years before they abandoned it. We were only days away from destroying our Stargate -- so that we could wait, undetected and undisturbed, for the day when we could resume kicking wraith ass into oblivion without being considered an enemy in our own right -- when we discovered that you had been spaced by our human-selves and were out there, drifting, alone...
He clears his throat. "How do you feel about elephant jokes?"
31.
He and Teyla have a race to see who can free-climb the side of one of the towers the fastest.
"Best two out of three," he says, after.
32.
"Best three out of five?"
33.
Once, Elizabeth recreates Gone With the Wind from memory.
He writes down every dirty limerick he can remember.
McKay turfs out three autobiographies. In hex.
Teyla records songs into their database.
"What?" asks Ronon.
34.
He does not make a puddlejumper.
He does, however, find another bay under the pier to their right. He doesn't power any of the half-dozen 'jumpers up, doesn't even go inside, but he does stand in the bay entrance, looking and remembering. He misses flying.
35.
The explosion rocks the city.
"Oh, like you're the only one who knows how to use C4," says McKay smugly.
"McKay," he sighs, watching debris from the 'jumper bay float away, "no Stargates."
36.
When it's storming, he and Elizabeth sit in front of their ocean-facing windows and watch the waves break over the city.
"I told them everything," she says once. "The real yous. Atlantis."
He looks at her.
"Well," she amends, "almost everything."
Rec Category: Elizabeth Weir
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard
Het/Slash/Gen: Het
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
anrAuthor's Website:
Link: come close and then even closer
Why This Must Be Read: INSTA-REC! Damn. I'm not sure anything I could say wouldn't be damning this fic with faint praise, because the author's story speaks for itself. Lyrical and fast-moving, with great plot and even greater instances of characterization and interaction, it builds quite a lovely story. What happened to the alt!version of Sheppard's team in "This Mortal Coil"? Find out what happens in the next fifty years or so, as Anr explore 63 things that happen to this group of unique survivors.
30.
There's an accident. He doesn't want to remember details; filters them into a subdirectory he will never, ever access.
"Talk to me?" she asks quietly, eyes closed as she lies on the bed after, her nanites busily working to repair her body. "The silence -- Tell me a story, or something. I don't care."
Once upon a time he, she -- they had lived.
Once upon a time there was a group of people -- humans -- from a planet called Earth who had their consciousness copied into organic clones. They died.
Once upon a time there was a group of machines who made those same humans into nanite replicas. They survived. They survived, and they escaped the destruction of the replicator homeworld only to realise they had different ideas about what to do now that they were the only nanite-forms left in the galaxy. One took the 'ship and went with a handful of survivors in search of a higher plane of existence upgrade, while the others decided to create their own home and wait for the heat to die down.
Once upon a time we were living in our self-created Atlantis on this planet our human-selves had lived on for three years before they abandoned it. We were only days away from destroying our Stargate -- so that we could wait, undetected and undisturbed, for the day when we could resume kicking wraith ass into oblivion without being considered an enemy in our own right -- when we discovered that you had been spaced by our human-selves and were out there, drifting, alone...
He clears his throat. "How do you feel about elephant jokes?"
31.
He and Teyla have a race to see who can free-climb the side of one of the towers the fastest.
"Best two out of three," he says, after.
32.
"Best three out of five?"
33.
Once, Elizabeth recreates Gone With the Wind from memory.
He writes down every dirty limerick he can remember.
McKay turfs out three autobiographies. In hex.
Teyla records songs into their database.
"What?" asks Ronon.
34.
He does not make a puddlejumper.
He does, however, find another bay under the pier to their right. He doesn't power any of the half-dozen 'jumpers up, doesn't even go inside, but he does stand in the bay entrance, looking and remembering. He misses flying.
35.
The explosion rocks the city.
"Oh, like you're the only one who knows how to use C4," says McKay smugly.
"McKay," he sighs, watching debris from the 'jumper bay float away, "no Stargates."
36.
When it's storming, he and Elizabeth sit in front of their ocean-facing windows and watch the waves break over the city.
"I told them everything," she says once. "The real yous. Atlantis."
He looks at her.
"Well," she amends, "almost everything."
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Date: 2010-11-12 12:03 pm (UTC)