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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Elizabeth
Characters: John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir, Rodney McKay, Evan Lorne, Carson Beckett, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Pairings: John/Elizabeth
Categories: gen, hurt/comfort
Warnings: writers warnings: chose not to use reccers warnings: quite a few detailed mentions of blood/injuries etc.
Author on Ao3: water_4_willows
Link:
There But for the Grace
Why This Must Be Read: First rec, yay! This fic is an older one, but still one of my favourites. The author writes the story like it was one of the episodes, all the characters are true to life and their reactions/interactions are spot on! While the fic is from Elizabeth's point of view, all the characters are given their moments to shine. Enjoy! :)
She stands in a sea of chaos, the blue of the event horizon catching the streaming patches of morning sunlight and reflecting them off in every direction to mingle with the military and infirmary personnel milling about. The added light makes the bodies around her seem to move faster as if the very particles in the air are charged with anticipation of what is on its way through the wormhole at this very moment. She knows it's just a trick of the light, that she moves at normal speeds and that no amount of wishing or hoping will get this over with faster.
As if to pull her from her meandering thoughts, the first vague figure emerges from the gate. A vested back the first glimpse she gets of what is happening half in her world and half in another. In an inversion of the chaos of earlier, the figure seems to emerge slowly, almost as if the gate is reluctant to release the matter it has consumed but eventually Major Lorne is through and the first thing she notices is the roughhewn wooden handles of a makeshift stretcher clutched in his white knuckled hands. The occupant of the stretcher reenters Atlantis feet first and the watery event horizon slowly pulls back to reveal torn flesh, charred cloth, and an oxygen masked man that cannot possibly be John Sheppard.
Rec Category: John/Elizabeth
Characters: John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir, Rodney McKay, Evan Lorne, Carson Beckett, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Pairings: John/Elizabeth
Categories: gen, hurt/comfort
Warnings: writers warnings: chose not to use reccers warnings: quite a few detailed mentions of blood/injuries etc.
Author on Ao3: water_4_willows
Link:
There But for the Grace
Why This Must Be Read: First rec, yay! This fic is an older one, but still one of my favourites. The author writes the story like it was one of the episodes, all the characters are true to life and their reactions/interactions are spot on! While the fic is from Elizabeth's point of view, all the characters are given their moments to shine. Enjoy! :)
She stands in a sea of chaos, the blue of the event horizon catching the streaming patches of morning sunlight and reflecting them off in every direction to mingle with the military and infirmary personnel milling about. The added light makes the bodies around her seem to move faster as if the very particles in the air are charged with anticipation of what is on its way through the wormhole at this very moment. She knows it's just a trick of the light, that she moves at normal speeds and that no amount of wishing or hoping will get this over with faster.
As if to pull her from her meandering thoughts, the first vague figure emerges from the gate. A vested back the first glimpse she gets of what is happening half in her world and half in another. In an inversion of the chaos of earlier, the figure seems to emerge slowly, almost as if the gate is reluctant to release the matter it has consumed but eventually Major Lorne is through and the first thing she notices is the roughhewn wooden handles of a makeshift stretcher clutched in his white knuckled hands. The occupant of the stretcher reenters Atlantis feet first and the watery event horizon slowly pulls back to reveal torn flesh, charred cloth, and an oxygen masked man that cannot possibly be John Sheppard.
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