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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Team
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir, various OCs
Pairings: none
Categories: gen
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sholio
Author's Website: City on the Ocean's Edge
Link "The Light of a Fading Sun" by Sholio
Author's notes:
This story is somewhat darker and heavier than what I normally write. Just so you know. But if you've read my other stories, you also know how much I love writing friendship ... so keep that in mind, too.
Why This Must Be Read:
I don't want to give away too much and spoil the story. It's an AU-story, revolving around the events on Doranda and developing into an unexpected direction. It has very interesting team dynamics which are pretty dark and depressing in the beginning (see author's notes on that) but then things happen and it changes the relationships within the team. To tell you why and how would give away too much.
The team-related theme is embedded in a thrilling adventure-plot that easily could have been an actual episode and also serves as a catalyst for the change of the team-dynamics.
A long and engrossing read that is well worth hanging on through the somewhat dark first part.
They walked in silence for a while. The voices of the others had faded almost completely; the only sounds were the sounds of the sea -- wind, surf, the distant cries of birds that were almost but not quite like gulls.
"Do you ever wonder if they made it back?" Sheppard said at last.
McKay made a soft hmph noise. After a long pause, watching the surf pound against the white sand beach, he said, "Yeah. Sometimes."
"Think they did?"
"I don't know, Colonel. I'm not Physics Google." He didn't speak for a moment, then bent over and picked up a flat piece of shale from the water's edge. A flick of his wrist hurtled it straight into an oncoming wave, where it vanished immediately.
"Yep, that's some technique you got there, McKay."
"Don't blame me if some of us prefer to reserve our brainpower for more noble purposes than learning to throw rocks."
"That and tunneling under other countries' borders in the dead of the night."
McKay jumped and looked guilty. "I, uh ... I thought you weren't checking the game room anymore. Since ... you know, last year. When we stopped."
"So I figured, when I noticed that you'd taken advantage of my absence to start encroaching on my borders."
"I just wanted to see how the game simulation was running," McKay said defensively.
"Seriously," Sheppard said, "when did you start checking it again?"
McKay looked away, staring out at the waves. A light blush colored his cheekbones. "Oh, I don't know. Couple of months ago. You?"
"Month or so. Couldn't tell you exactly."
If McKay noticed that this happened to coincide perfectly with his recent brush with Ascension and near-death, he didn't say anything about it. "So I'm sure you know nothing about the defensive fortifications that have been springing up along my borders."
"Hey, the simulation did that. I had nothing to do with it." Sheppard threw another rock. Three skips. "Well ... maybe I did push it along a little, once I noticed it was already happening."
"Ha! You admit it." McKay brushed his hands against his pants, wiping sand off the palms, and cleared his throat. "You know, whenever we're done with our little tour in day-off Purgatory here, I was thinking about maybe hitting the game room ... you know, if nothing urgent and life-threatening has come up in our absence. Of course, if you're busy, and I imagine you are --"
"Funny," Sheppard said, cleaning off a bright shell with his thumb and slipping it into his pocket to take back to Elizabeth. "I was thinking of doing the same thing. Taking advantage of the day off to see how the game's running."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rodney smile.
Rec Category: Team
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir, various OCs
Pairings: none
Categories: gen
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
sholioAuthor's Website: City on the Ocean's Edge
Link "The Light of a Fading Sun" by Sholio
Author's notes:
This story is somewhat darker and heavier than what I normally write. Just so you know. But if you've read my other stories, you also know how much I love writing friendship ... so keep that in mind, too.
Why This Must Be Read:
I don't want to give away too much and spoil the story. It's an AU-story, revolving around the events on Doranda and developing into an unexpected direction. It has very interesting team dynamics which are pretty dark and depressing in the beginning (see author's notes on that) but then things happen and it changes the relationships within the team. To tell you why and how would give away too much.
The team-related theme is embedded in a thrilling adventure-plot that easily could have been an actual episode and also serves as a catalyst for the change of the team-dynamics.
A long and engrossing read that is well worth hanging on through the somewhat dark first part.
They walked in silence for a while. The voices of the others had faded almost completely; the only sounds were the sounds of the sea -- wind, surf, the distant cries of birds that were almost but not quite like gulls.
"Do you ever wonder if they made it back?" Sheppard said at last.
McKay made a soft hmph noise. After a long pause, watching the surf pound against the white sand beach, he said, "Yeah. Sometimes."
"Think they did?"
"I don't know, Colonel. I'm not Physics Google." He didn't speak for a moment, then bent over and picked up a flat piece of shale from the water's edge. A flick of his wrist hurtled it straight into an oncoming wave, where it vanished immediately.
"Yep, that's some technique you got there, McKay."
"Don't blame me if some of us prefer to reserve our brainpower for more noble purposes than learning to throw rocks."
"That and tunneling under other countries' borders in the dead of the night."
McKay jumped and looked guilty. "I, uh ... I thought you weren't checking the game room anymore. Since ... you know, last year. When we stopped."
"So I figured, when I noticed that you'd taken advantage of my absence to start encroaching on my borders."
"I just wanted to see how the game simulation was running," McKay said defensively.
"Seriously," Sheppard said, "when did you start checking it again?"
McKay looked away, staring out at the waves. A light blush colored his cheekbones. "Oh, I don't know. Couple of months ago. You?"
"Month or so. Couldn't tell you exactly."
If McKay noticed that this happened to coincide perfectly with his recent brush with Ascension and near-death, he didn't say anything about it. "So I'm sure you know nothing about the defensive fortifications that have been springing up along my borders."
"Hey, the simulation did that. I had nothing to do with it." Sheppard threw another rock. Three skips. "Well ... maybe I did push it along a little, once I noticed it was already happening."
"Ha! You admit it." McKay brushed his hands against his pants, wiping sand off the palms, and cleared his throat. "You know, whenever we're done with our little tour in day-off Purgatory here, I was thinking about maybe hitting the game room ... you know, if nothing urgent and life-threatening has come up in our absence. Of course, if you're busy, and I imagine you are --"
"Funny," Sheppard said, cleaning off a bright shell with his thumb and slipping it into his pocket to take back to Elizabeth. "I was thinking of doing the same thing. Taking advantage of the day off to see how the game's running."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rodney smile.
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