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Entry tags:
Folie a Deux by mad_maudlin (R)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings:
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mad_maudlin
Author's Website:
Link: Folie a Deux
Why This Must Be Read:
In this dark amnesia story, Rhe and Ja have been deprived of most of their past, but not each other. All they know is that they have to get out of their prison...together. Grim, tension-filled, sad, it is a wonderful story about two indomitable spirits who struggle regain their identities and their freedom.
Excerpt:
He wakes up screaming, but he doesn't even know why; he sits up and thrashes off the blankets, but he can't get his bearings, he waits for recognition to set in and it doesn't. This place is wrong, all wrong, dirty cement and iron bed frames and a urine-like smell in the corners, but he doesn't know what's right, he doesn't know, he does not know--
"Hey. Hey!" A hand closes on his arms and he throws out a hand, not even pretending to make it a proper punch, just trying to get away. There's a rattling sound and then another hand catches his other arm and somebody says, "Calm the fuck down already. You look like you're gonna stroke out."
He shuts his eyes and breathes and thinks of blue skies and prime numbers. Surprisingly, it helps. When he opens his eyes, there are still hands on his arms, and there's a man—a skinny man with a crown of wild dark hair who's looking at him, staring at him without blinking. "Get your hands off me," he blurts, trying to muster something other than cold fear.
"You done freaking out?" Dark Hair asks.
"Who are you?" he asks instead, in a tone that's distinctly shriller than he was aiming for. "Where am I? What the hell is going on?"
Dark Hair just looks down, at his hands, and says, "You ask a lot of questions," in a tone of voice that's not fooling anybody.
He looks down and realized they're both wearing shackles, with long chains trailing from their wrists.
xxx
You are in the House of Renewal. You have been cleansed of your sins. Here you will learn to live free and virtuous lives unencumbered by your past mistakes. When you leave this place you will be a new and better person.
xxx
They call him Rhe. He's not sure why. Tall, dark and skinny is Ja, which makes about as much sense. They are given thin baggy clothes and thin fuzzy socks and fresh sheets every morning before breakfast.
When Rhe demands to know why he's even here, the staff look at him sadly and say, "It doesn't matter now."
But it does matter, he wants to shout. It matters like a hole in the head, because that's what it is: a hole, a wound, a fissure. He can feel out the raw edges where his memories have been cut to pieces, the sudden blanks where the film breaks and he is left flailing on the edge of words. It actually physically hurts, but nobody seems to believe him, except Ja, who rubs his own forehead when he thinks nobody is watching.
The other...patients or inmates or penitents or whatever the fuck they are...the others don't care. They shuffle around in their fuzzy socks with big bland cow-eyes and nobody seems worried, nobody seems hurt. They are blandly compliant with their keepers and sometimes Rhe wants to shake them by the shoulders and ask What's the matter with you? Don't you understand? Aren't you angry about what's been done to you? But the one time he does ask, they all stare at him blankly, as if it is Rhe who doesn't understand.
...
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings:
Author on LJ:
mad_maudlinAuthor's Website:
Link: Folie a Deux
Why This Must Be Read:
In this dark amnesia story, Rhe and Ja have been deprived of most of their past, but not each other. All they know is that they have to get out of their prison...together. Grim, tension-filled, sad, it is a wonderful story about two indomitable spirits who struggle regain their identities and their freedom.
Excerpt:
He wakes up screaming, but he doesn't even know why; he sits up and thrashes off the blankets, but he can't get his bearings, he waits for recognition to set in and it doesn't. This place is wrong, all wrong, dirty cement and iron bed frames and a urine-like smell in the corners, but he doesn't know what's right, he doesn't know, he does not know--
"Hey. Hey!" A hand closes on his arms and he throws out a hand, not even pretending to make it a proper punch, just trying to get away. There's a rattling sound and then another hand catches his other arm and somebody says, "Calm the fuck down already. You look like you're gonna stroke out."
He shuts his eyes and breathes and thinks of blue skies and prime numbers. Surprisingly, it helps. When he opens his eyes, there are still hands on his arms, and there's a man—a skinny man with a crown of wild dark hair who's looking at him, staring at him without blinking. "Get your hands off me," he blurts, trying to muster something other than cold fear.
"You done freaking out?" Dark Hair asks.
"Who are you?" he asks instead, in a tone that's distinctly shriller than he was aiming for. "Where am I? What the hell is going on?"
Dark Hair just looks down, at his hands, and says, "You ask a lot of questions," in a tone of voice that's not fooling anybody.
He looks down and realized they're both wearing shackles, with long chains trailing from their wrists.
xxx
You are in the House of Renewal. You have been cleansed of your sins. Here you will learn to live free and virtuous lives unencumbered by your past mistakes. When you leave this place you will be a new and better person.
xxx
They call him Rhe. He's not sure why. Tall, dark and skinny is Ja, which makes about as much sense. They are given thin baggy clothes and thin fuzzy socks and fresh sheets every morning before breakfast.
When Rhe demands to know why he's even here, the staff look at him sadly and say, "It doesn't matter now."
But it does matter, he wants to shout. It matters like a hole in the head, because that's what it is: a hole, a wound, a fissure. He can feel out the raw edges where his memories have been cut to pieces, the sudden blanks where the film breaks and he is left flailing on the edge of words. It actually physically hurts, but nobody seems to believe him, except Ja, who rubs his own forehead when he thinks nobody is watching.
The other...patients or inmates or penitents or whatever the fuck they are...the others don't care. They shuffle around in their fuzzy socks with big bland cow-eyes and nobody seems worried, nobody seems hurt. They are blandly compliant with their keepers and sometimes Rhe wants to shake them by the shoulders and ask What's the matter with you? Don't you understand? Aren't you angry about what's been done to you? But the one time he does ask, they all stare at him blankly, as if it is Rhe who doesn't understand.
...