The Ghost by Selenic76 (PG13)

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Show: SGA

Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: John Sheppard Rodney McKay
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Categories: Alternate Universe Halloween Pre-Slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ: selenic76
Author's Website: Fly Me to The Moon
Link: Ghost

Why This Must Be Read: The Summary says: John shivered despite his warm coat, the cold October air seeping into his bones. He quickened his pace; he was already late for his night shift at the mortuary.

This is only a little fic but a lovely, sweet one. John has been kicked out of the Air Force and is now studying and working in the local mortuary at nights. It’s Halloween, the time for ghosts and ghouls to appear and suddenly one appears right in the middle of the mortuary. For some reason in all these type of AU stories where John's life has left him alone with shattered dreams I just want to give him a big hug and find him someone to make him happy.

This is for me one of those fics where I want to read a sequel and know what happens with the characters next. Perhaps if I grovelled…?





John left the studying for nights, it helped pass the time. He already knew everything there was to know about airplanes in theory, but getting discharged from the Air Force had put a serious dent in his plans to become a fighter pilot. Guess he wasn’t cut out to take stupid orders from incompetent sergeants. But soon he’d have enough money saved to pay for flying lessons, and then he would be one more step closer to his dream; setting up his own air charter company.

Finally at his destination, John searched for his keys, and barely managed to pick the right one and use it, his fingers numb from the cold. Pushing through the first pair of heavy double doors, John welcomed the warm air rushing to meet him.

“Sorry I’m late, Jimmy!” he shouted as he removed his coat and hurried along the dimly lit hallway. “The damn bus was late, and full of people in Hallo—“ stepping through the inner doors, he was met with a horrifying sight. “—ween, costumes...” his voice trailed of, echoing in the silence. Jimmy lay on the floor in a dark puddle of blood, face contorted into a mask of sheer terror.

The world seemed to spin for a moment. The bright orange of the cheap Halloween paper streamers hung everywhere created a macabre contrast to the ghastly green and red of the stained linoleum floor, making John feel sick. And then...

Comments

[selenic76.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you so much for this! *hugs* And you don't have to grovel, all you have to do is ask :) It really would be fun to do a sequel, but so far the muses haven't provided me with one *sigh* The story was born with such speed, I didn't have time to think about what happens afterwards! But it's nice to know someone would read it if it ever gets done ^_^

[melodysparks.livejournal.com]

Youre welcome and l would ceetainly read it.