Show: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight: Author's warning: While I don't consider this a death fic, as no main character dies, John and Rodney have witnessed an apocalyptic event.
Author on LJ:
cheights
Author's Website: CatHeights' Lair
Link: Make Me a Bird Not a Weapon
Why This Must Be Read:
Stranded on a planet after an apocalyptic event, John and Rodney depend on each other for solace and support while searching for a way home. This is a dark story with a thread of hope and characterizations I feel are consistent and believable as events unfold.
Excerpt:
On the hundredth day they're stranded on this damn planet, John sits by the ocean and watches a bird flying low across the water. It's the first sign of life he's seen since the initialization of the Sequetarian weapon against the Wraith. The bird banks sharply and lifts into the air, gliding effortlessly. It's one of the most beautiful things John has seen. His chest aches and he swallows hard. He wishes he had wings, wishes he was that bird, so he could fly Rodney away from here. God how he misses the feel of a Jumper at his command.
Why waste time now thinking about what he misses? It's looking like he'll have plenty of time to do that in the days to come, and Rodney's always better at voicing complaints anyway. Besides at least when Rodney does it, he can attempt to find some humor in it, and right now he has something better to do—witness flight.
John moves quickly along the rocky coast, keeping the bird in sight and choosing paths that take him higher so he has a better vantage point. A gust of wind mists him with salty water, and he laughs. It's almost like he's flying again. The wingspan of the bird is huge. In shape, it reminds him of an egret, but it's much larger. It owns the sky.
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Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight: Author's warning: While I don't consider this a death fic, as no main character dies, John and Rodney have witnessed an apocalyptic event.
Author on LJ:
Author's Website: CatHeights' Lair
Link: Make Me a Bird Not a Weapon
Why This Must Be Read:
Stranded on a planet after an apocalyptic event, John and Rodney depend on each other for solace and support while searching for a way home. This is a dark story with a thread of hope and characterizations I feel are consistent and believable as events unfold.
Excerpt:
On the hundredth day they're stranded on this damn planet, John sits by the ocean and watches a bird flying low across the water. It's the first sign of life he's seen since the initialization of the Sequetarian weapon against the Wraith. The bird banks sharply and lifts into the air, gliding effortlessly. It's one of the most beautiful things John has seen. His chest aches and he swallows hard. He wishes he had wings, wishes he was that bird, so he could fly Rodney away from here. God how he misses the feel of a Jumper at his command.
Why waste time now thinking about what he misses? It's looking like he'll have plenty of time to do that in the days to come, and Rodney's always better at voicing complaints anyway. Besides at least when Rodney does it, he can attempt to find some humor in it, and right now he has something better to do—witness flight.
John moves quickly along the rocky coast, keeping the bird in sight and choosing paths that take him higher so he has a better vantage point. A gust of wind mists him with salty water, and he laughs. It's almost like he's flying again. The wingspan of the bird is huge. In shape, it reminds him of an egret, but it's much larger. It owns the sky.
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