Walking Alone by A Pilgrim Soul (PG)
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Show: SGA
Rec Category: John Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Carson Beckett
Pairing: none
Het/Slash/Gen: gen
Warning: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_pilgrim_soul
Author's Website: links on side of LJ, Fanfic.net
Link: Walking Alone
Why this must be read:
For the end of our John reccing cycle this month, I bring you an AU future!John who's found his way in the Pegasus Galaxy but at a heavy price. Exiled from Atlantis, an injured John gets help from Carson as they both contemplate where their lives have led. In a world where the Wraith take everybody and John is a person without a firm home, we're left with a sense of longing for a happier times. Pilgrim Soul weaves a tale of sorrow, longing, and world-weariness that will leave you gasping. Enjoy this sad and poignant piece as it will stick you, I guarantee.
Story Summary: Carson goes offworld to treat an unexpected patient. (taken from FF.net)
“It was Ronon, wasn’t it? Who helped you escape?”
“He’s the only one who understood.” The pilot flinched more at the first prick of the needle than the whole time Carson had been working on the wound.
“Why didn’t he leave with you?”
John looked away. “Because there had to be someone I trusted to look after the people I care about.” he whispered. “I made him promise.” Carson swallowed back, concentrating on his job. There was nothing he could say to the man because he was right. John Sheppard belonged in the Pegasus Galaxy, it was part of him and he was part of it. For a long moment neither spoke, the ragged breathing of the injured man the only sound inside the hut. Carson had worried unnecessarily. Five months hadn’t changed the man; he was still there, he was just lost.
“Finished?” Carson undid the strap holding Sheppard’s arm to the bed and the Colonel flexed his hand.
“Aye. I’ll put a clean dressing on and then we’ll see about strapping your arm so as to keep it still,” the Scot sighed. “And you can put that stunner down. I’ll no be trying to take you back, son.” Sheppard laid down the weapon with a gentle nod.
Show: SGA
Rec Category: John Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Carson Beckett
Pairing: none
Het/Slash/Gen: gen
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
a_pilgrim_soulAuthor's Website: links on side of LJ, Fanfic.net
Link: Walking Alone
Why this must be read:
For the end of our John reccing cycle this month, I bring you an AU future!John who's found his way in the Pegasus Galaxy but at a heavy price. Exiled from Atlantis, an injured John gets help from Carson as they both contemplate where their lives have led. In a world where the Wraith take everybody and John is a person without a firm home, we're left with a sense of longing for a happier times. Pilgrim Soul weaves a tale of sorrow, longing, and world-weariness that will leave you gasping. Enjoy this sad and poignant piece as it will stick you, I guarantee.
Story Summary: Carson goes offworld to treat an unexpected patient. (taken from FF.net)
“It was Ronon, wasn’t it? Who helped you escape?”
“He’s the only one who understood.” The pilot flinched more at the first prick of the needle than the whole time Carson had been working on the wound.
“Why didn’t he leave with you?”
John looked away. “Because there had to be someone I trusted to look after the people I care about.” he whispered. “I made him promise.” Carson swallowed back, concentrating on his job. There was nothing he could say to the man because he was right. John Sheppard belonged in the Pegasus Galaxy, it was part of him and he was part of it. For a long moment neither spoke, the ragged breathing of the injured man the only sound inside the hut. Carson had worried unnecessarily. Five months hadn’t changed the man; he was still there, he was just lost.
“Finished?” Carson undid the strap holding Sheppard’s arm to the bed and the Colonel flexed his hand.
“Aye. I’ll put a clean dressing on and then we’ll see about strapping your arm so as to keep it still,” the Scot sighed. “And you can put that stunner down. I’ll no be trying to take you back, son.” Sheppard laid down the weapon with a gentle nod.
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