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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Carson Beckett, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Elizabeth Weir, Daniel Jackson, Jeannie McKay, Kate Heighmeyer, Major Lorne, Teyla Emmagan
Pairings: Carson Beckett/Rodney McKay
Categories: Slash, First Time, Sunday fixit, Angst AU Alternate Universe, Adult Themes, Alternate Universe, Drama, Episode Related, First Time, Hurt Comfort, Romance
Warnings: Adult themes, Character death despair
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mice1900
Author's Website: Like Cheese For Mice, Mice on LJ , Mice on AO3, Mice on Wraithbait, Mices Hole In The Wall
Link: The Burning of Your Sorrow Parts 1-4 on LJ , Link: The Burning of Your Sorrow on AO3,
Link: The Burning of Your Sorrow on Wraithbait, Link: The Burning of Your Sorrow on Mices Website
Why This Must Be Read: The Summary Says Two months after That Sunday, Rodney confronts his truth.
This fic was actually one of the very first SGA fanfics I ever read and its also one that has remained in my memory since then. I never liked that Carson was killed off but this is a Sunday Fixit story. Carson returns and has to confront the horrors of dying but Rodney is there beside him to help him and show him that he has reason to be here and how he copes with recovering from his ordeal. There is a great interaction between Carson and Rodney as they both remember and try to deal with the memories of the event that originally killed Carson.
He worked feverishly at the console until his stomach growled. The empty, slightly nauseated ache on top of the dizziness and the incipient migraine made him realize he most likely hadn't eaten anything in several hours, and losing what had been in his stomach before hadn't helped. It was a wonder he hadn't passed out from hypoglycemia or fatal brain damage. He unwrapped a PowerBar and bit into it, not really tasting it as he made mental notes on the organization of the lab and its possible uses.
Without his laptop or his tablet, he couldn't do much translating. He was working more by instinct and the seat of his pants at this point, but he thought he might be able to get an informational hologram if he worked it right. Hands moving quick as thought, he touched buttons and moved switches. A soft sound rewarded him, and he looked over his shoulder to a small, round platform near the largest bank of machinery.
A semi-transparent figure stood there, dressed in white robes. He looked middle aged, with ebony-dark skin, short wiry black hair, and nearly black eyes. The hologram gazed around the room with a puzzled expression on his face. "Oh, yeah," Rodney said, grinning. "I am a god." The hologram looked at him. Rodney walked over to it. "So, what's the function of this facility?" he asked.
The hologram raised an eyebrow. "Who are you? You are not a member of my staff." He sounded vaguely disgruntled, though how a hologram could be disgruntled, Rodney wasn't entirely sure.
"Staff? Since when does a hologram have a staff?"
The hologram gave him a disgusted look. "You are significantly in error. I am not a hologram; my name is Theon and I am the lead researcher at this facility. Again, I ask you to identify yourself, or I shall be forced to call security."
Rodney blinked. "Not a hologram? You look pretty holographic, what with the transparency thing and all." He waved a hand through Theon, who looked rather surprised at this turn of events. It tingled, jolting up Rodney's arm like electricity. Theon gave him a very perturbed glower. "Sorry! Sorry!" Rodney yelped.
"I am quite grateful that you released me from the stasis, but my patience is wearing thin." Theon crossed his arms over his chest. "Who are you?"
"Um, uh, Rodney McKay. Doctor Rodney McKay, astrophysicist." He took a cautious step backwards, away from Theon. His heart was beating fast as an oscillating quartz crystal. He felt queasy.
Theon nodded. "And how did you come here? You are not one of my people."
"It's kind of a long story," Rodney said. "And at a guess, I'd say you've been in stasis for at least ten thousand years. None of your people are actually around any more, and the few that we've run into tend to be kind of standoffish, really." He wasn't about to tell the guy that they were all devious, underhanded bastards. His head hurt enough as it was.
Rodney watched nervously as Theon looked around. A long moment later, he turned his gaze to Rodney. It was as though the man was looking through him, and Rodney wondered if the Ancient was wading around in his brain.
Theon frowned, his brow wrinkling. "If what I see is true, it has been longer than that," he said softly. "The ascension project was a success."
He gestured at Theon impatiently. "Well, obviously." Rodney would have thought an ascended Ancient would have already known that.
Theon shook his head. "You do not understand. I was the first. There were no successes before I was placed in stasis."
The information left Rodney reeling with its implications. "Wow," he whispered. "But why did they put you in stasis if it was a success?" He wondered how much he might be able to learn before Theon poofed out in a shimmer of tentacular light.
Theon smiled and shook his head. "Until you released me, I did not know we had succeeded." Rodney stared at him, stunned. "I am most grateful for what you have done. I intend to go and find my people, but I wish to give you a gift for releasing me. Is there anything you want?"
A thousand things flashed through Rodney's mind -- Nobel prizes, ridding the galaxy of the Wraith, his own intergalactic starship, how to build and recharge a ZPM. He shook his head, trying to clear it, the name coming to his lips without thought or intention. "Carson," he whispered.
It was stupid -- God it was stupid but he couldn't stop the name from falling from his mouth. Carson was the only thing he could never have. Nobels could be earned, answers to technical problems could be found, but nothing was going to bring Carson back from that grave in Scotland and that harsh truth still burned despair into him every damned day.
"Why?" Theon asked.
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Carson Beckett, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Elizabeth Weir, Daniel Jackson, Jeannie McKay, Kate Heighmeyer, Major Lorne, Teyla Emmagan
Pairings: Carson Beckett/Rodney McKay
Categories: Slash, First Time, Sunday fixit, Angst AU Alternate Universe, Adult Themes, Alternate Universe, Drama, Episode Related, First Time, Hurt Comfort, Romance
Warnings: Adult themes, Character death despair
Author on LJ:
mice1900Author's Website: Like Cheese For Mice, Mice on LJ , Mice on AO3, Mice on Wraithbait, Mices Hole In The Wall
Link: The Burning of Your Sorrow Parts 1-4 on LJ , Link: The Burning of Your Sorrow on AO3,
Link: The Burning of Your Sorrow on Wraithbait, Link: The Burning of Your Sorrow on Mices Website
Why This Must Be Read: The Summary Says Two months after That Sunday, Rodney confronts his truth.
This fic was actually one of the very first SGA fanfics I ever read and its also one that has remained in my memory since then. I never liked that Carson was killed off but this is a Sunday Fixit story. Carson returns and has to confront the horrors of dying but Rodney is there beside him to help him and show him that he has reason to be here and how he copes with recovering from his ordeal. There is a great interaction between Carson and Rodney as they both remember and try to deal with the memories of the event that originally killed Carson.
He worked feverishly at the console until his stomach growled. The empty, slightly nauseated ache on top of the dizziness and the incipient migraine made him realize he most likely hadn't eaten anything in several hours, and losing what had been in his stomach before hadn't helped. It was a wonder he hadn't passed out from hypoglycemia or fatal brain damage. He unwrapped a PowerBar and bit into it, not really tasting it as he made mental notes on the organization of the lab and its possible uses.
Without his laptop or his tablet, he couldn't do much translating. He was working more by instinct and the seat of his pants at this point, but he thought he might be able to get an informational hologram if he worked it right. Hands moving quick as thought, he touched buttons and moved switches. A soft sound rewarded him, and he looked over his shoulder to a small, round platform near the largest bank of machinery.
A semi-transparent figure stood there, dressed in white robes. He looked middle aged, with ebony-dark skin, short wiry black hair, and nearly black eyes. The hologram gazed around the room with a puzzled expression on his face. "Oh, yeah," Rodney said, grinning. "I am a god." The hologram looked at him. Rodney walked over to it. "So, what's the function of this facility?" he asked.
The hologram raised an eyebrow. "Who are you? You are not a member of my staff." He sounded vaguely disgruntled, though how a hologram could be disgruntled, Rodney wasn't entirely sure.
"Staff? Since when does a hologram have a staff?"
The hologram gave him a disgusted look. "You are significantly in error. I am not a hologram; my name is Theon and I am the lead researcher at this facility. Again, I ask you to identify yourself, or I shall be forced to call security."
Rodney blinked. "Not a hologram? You look pretty holographic, what with the transparency thing and all." He waved a hand through Theon, who looked rather surprised at this turn of events. It tingled, jolting up Rodney's arm like electricity. Theon gave him a very perturbed glower. "Sorry! Sorry!" Rodney yelped.
"I am quite grateful that you released me from the stasis, but my patience is wearing thin." Theon crossed his arms over his chest. "Who are you?"
"Um, uh, Rodney McKay. Doctor Rodney McKay, astrophysicist." He took a cautious step backwards, away from Theon. His heart was beating fast as an oscillating quartz crystal. He felt queasy.
Theon nodded. "And how did you come here? You are not one of my people."
"It's kind of a long story," Rodney said. "And at a guess, I'd say you've been in stasis for at least ten thousand years. None of your people are actually around any more, and the few that we've run into tend to be kind of standoffish, really." He wasn't about to tell the guy that they were all devious, underhanded bastards. His head hurt enough as it was.
Rodney watched nervously as Theon looked around. A long moment later, he turned his gaze to Rodney. It was as though the man was looking through him, and Rodney wondered if the Ancient was wading around in his brain.
Theon frowned, his brow wrinkling. "If what I see is true, it has been longer than that," he said softly. "The ascension project was a success."
He gestured at Theon impatiently. "Well, obviously." Rodney would have thought an ascended Ancient would have already known that.
Theon shook his head. "You do not understand. I was the first. There were no successes before I was placed in stasis."
The information left Rodney reeling with its implications. "Wow," he whispered. "But why did they put you in stasis if it was a success?" He wondered how much he might be able to learn before Theon poofed out in a shimmer of tentacular light.
Theon smiled and shook his head. "Until you released me, I did not know we had succeeded." Rodney stared at him, stunned. "I am most grateful for what you have done. I intend to go and find my people, but I wish to give you a gift for releasing me. Is there anything you want?"
A thousand things flashed through Rodney's mind -- Nobel prizes, ridding the galaxy of the Wraith, his own intergalactic starship, how to build and recharge a ZPM. He shook his head, trying to clear it, the name coming to his lips without thought or intention. "Carson," he whispered.
It was stupid -- God it was stupid but he couldn't stop the name from falling from his mouth. Carson was the only thing he could never have. Nobels could be earned, answers to technical problems could be found, but nothing was going to bring Carson back from that grave in Scotland and that harsh truth still burned despair into him every damned day.
"Why?" Theon asked.
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Date: 2014-01-23 08:36 pm (UTC)I enjoyed reading all your SGA fic. I didnt realise you as mice