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stargateficrecShow: Stargate Atlantis
Rec Category: John Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney Mckay, OFC
Pairing: Sheppard/ McKay, Sheppard/Other
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash/Het
Warning: non-con, dark themes, original character death
Author on LJ: dancinbutterfly
Author's Website:
Link: http://dancinbutterfly.livejournal.com/103384.html
Why this must be read:
Rec Category: John Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney Mckay, OFC
Pairing: Sheppard/ McKay, Sheppard/Other
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash/Het
Warning: non-con, dark themes, original character death
Author on LJ: dancinbutterfly
Author's Website:
Link: http://dancinbutterfly.livejournal.com/103384.html
Why this must be read:
Summary: How can you be rescued if no one knows you're gone?
This is a wonderful story about how John Sheppard is taken host by a Goa'uld and his internal fight against it and against losing himself.
Excerpt:
He wrenched himself free as blood filled his mouth and then-
His entire world froze. He was still in the gory mess of Helena's bathroom, still kneeling on her floor where she lay, still dying. He just couldn't control how he sensed any of it. His hands, his legs, his vocal cords, his eyelids, the beat of his heart, the pattern of his breath—John was cut off from all of them.
Cold laughter echoed through his head as his legs moved of their own accord to lift him to his feet, stepping casually over Helena's now limp and empty body. He watched from a distance through his own eyes as something made his hand reach for one of Helena's guest towels.
Horror didn't twist his guts because he couldn't control them anymore. He didn't scream because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his lips to do anything but smirk at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
You are still there, John Sheppard, a voice, the same voice that had laughed at his helplessness, hissed through him. After all, it would be so much less enjoyable if nothing of the host survived.
His entire world froze. He was still in the gory mess of Helena's bathroom, still kneeling on her floor where she lay, still dying. He just couldn't control how he sensed any of it. His hands, his legs, his vocal cords, his eyelids, the beat of his heart, the pattern of his breath—John was cut off from all of them.
Cold laughter echoed through his head as his legs moved of their own accord to lift him to his feet, stepping casually over Helena's now limp and empty body. He watched from a distance through his own eyes as something made his hand reach for one of Helena's guest towels.
Horror didn't twist his guts because he couldn't control them anymore. He didn't scream because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his lips to do anything but smirk at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
You are still there, John Sheppard, a voice, the same voice that had laughed at his helplessness, hissed through him. After all, it would be so much less enjoyable if nothing of the host survived.
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Date: 2012-07-13 01:13 pm (UTC):: peeks dubiously at fic through mane ::