"Helical" by Auburn and Eretria (mature)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Team
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Pairings: none
Categories: Gen
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
auburnnothenna eretria
Author on DW: auburn eretria
Author's Website:
Allusions: Fiction by Auburn
Eretria's Midnight Tea
Both authors are also on AO3 under the same names
Link: Helical by auburn and eretria
Summary by the authors: "Entomophobia isn't rational, but it is reasonable."
Why This Must Be Read:
This "Conversion"-related story turns from a calm, team-y off-world evening into something more dangerous and sinister with an ambiguous ending, though fortunately it leaves you free to easily imagine a positive outcome "off-screen", so to speak.
Both authors' remarkable skills of storytelling capture the characteristics and voices of the team and the description of the scenario feels real, just like being present at the events to experience and observe everything first-hand.
Great team-dynamics. A little bit more close and intimate than the series writers ever dared to go, but that's what fanfic is for, right? And a little bit of Satedan cultural background, all packed up in a story that felt like watching an episode instead of reading text.
He woke abruptly, to the distinct feeling of something off.
The feeding scar on his arm ached and he thought he'd been dreaming about the nest again, the echoes of insectile chitter still passing through his muzzy thoughts.
He blinked his eyes open and found the night pitch-black, not a single star visible any more. The air smelled heavy and cold. He shivered, pulling the sleeping roll higher one-handed. He was grateful for the warmth Teyla provided, sleeping with her head pillowed on his chest, and the furnace heat of Rodney and Ronon on either side of them. The day had been hot, but the nights in the mountains were chilly, and even here in the foothills it had cooled down surprisingly fast after sunset, much faster than during the previous night.
He glanced over his shoulder, missing the heat of the fire and its warm orange light. Apparently he had slept longer than he thought; the fire had burned out, leaving only red embers glowing under the ash which coated the last few chunks of blackened wood. Not enough light to see by, though it let him orient himself in the stifling darkness. The night was strangely quiet. A different kind of quiet than John was used to on this planet. No nocturnal animals were circling their camp, checking them out curiously. No insects chirped softly.
A gust of wind peeled back the sleeping roll and chilled his bare arms. It ruffled the scrubby trees and brush clinging tothe rocky outcrop they'd descended in the afternoon, a shoosh of leaves and creaking limbs that mimicked the sound of the surf on Atlantis. A scuff of dirt settled on his face, making John scrub at his nose. Now Teyla moved as well, slipping smoothly from under his arm to sit up. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her movements and hear the rustling noises of her clothes.
John pushed himself up on his elbows, frowning, a question on his lips. Teyla's hair flipped into his eyes, caught as the wind picked up. He felt her reach over to touch Ronon's shoulder.
Ronon growled, "It's too calm."
Rodney was awake as well now, flailing a hand over Teyla's knee and hitting John's elbow. His breathing came quick and audible over the rising wind.
John listened, but even the almost reassuring songs of the cicada-like things had stilled. There was nothing but the rush of the wind, the light, autumnal tap-click-shuffle of leaves spinning over the ground. Then a rumble rode the wind, deep and long drawn-out, distant but building and the air seemed to hum. The distinct scent of ozone filled the night.
Rec Category: Team
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Pairings: none
Categories: Gen
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
auburnnothenna eretriaAuthor on DW: auburn eretria
Author's Website:
Allusions: Fiction by Auburn
Eretria's Midnight Tea
Both authors are also on AO3 under the same names
Link: Helical by auburn and eretria
Summary by the authors: "Entomophobia isn't rational, but it is reasonable."
Why This Must Be Read:
This "Conversion"-related story turns from a calm, team-y off-world evening into something more dangerous and sinister with an ambiguous ending, though fortunately it leaves you free to easily imagine a positive outcome "off-screen", so to speak.
Both authors' remarkable skills of storytelling capture the characteristics and voices of the team and the description of the scenario feels real, just like being present at the events to experience and observe everything first-hand.
Great team-dynamics. A little bit more close and intimate than the series writers ever dared to go, but that's what fanfic is for, right? And a little bit of Satedan cultural background, all packed up in a story that felt like watching an episode instead of reading text.
He woke abruptly, to the distinct feeling of something off.
The feeding scar on his arm ached and he thought he'd been dreaming about the nest again, the echoes of insectile chitter still passing through his muzzy thoughts.
He blinked his eyes open and found the night pitch-black, not a single star visible any more. The air smelled heavy and cold. He shivered, pulling the sleeping roll higher one-handed. He was grateful for the warmth Teyla provided, sleeping with her head pillowed on his chest, and the furnace heat of Rodney and Ronon on either side of them. The day had been hot, but the nights in the mountains were chilly, and even here in the foothills it had cooled down surprisingly fast after sunset, much faster than during the previous night.
He glanced over his shoulder, missing the heat of the fire and its warm orange light. Apparently he had slept longer than he thought; the fire had burned out, leaving only red embers glowing under the ash which coated the last few chunks of blackened wood. Not enough light to see by, though it let him orient himself in the stifling darkness. The night was strangely quiet. A different kind of quiet than John was used to on this planet. No nocturnal animals were circling their camp, checking them out curiously. No insects chirped softly.
A gust of wind peeled back the sleeping roll and chilled his bare arms. It ruffled the scrubby trees and brush clinging tothe rocky outcrop they'd descended in the afternoon, a shoosh of leaves and creaking limbs that mimicked the sound of the surf on Atlantis. A scuff of dirt settled on his face, making John scrub at his nose. Now Teyla moved as well, slipping smoothly from under his arm to sit up. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her movements and hear the rustling noises of her clothes.
John pushed himself up on his elbows, frowning, a question on his lips. Teyla's hair flipped into his eyes, caught as the wind picked up. He felt her reach over to touch Ronon's shoulder.
Ronon growled, "It's too calm."
Rodney was awake as well now, flailing a hand over Teyla's knee and hitting John's elbow. His breathing came quick and audible over the rising wind.
John listened, but even the almost reassuring songs of the cicada-like things had stilled. There was nothing but the rush of the wind, the light, autumnal tap-click-shuffle of leaves spinning over the ground. Then a rumble rode the wind, deep and long drawn-out, distant but building and the air seemed to hum. The distinct scent of ozone filled the night.
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Date: 2016-03-31 02:52 pm (UTC)