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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Team
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan, various Atlantis staff and "Ten" (no, not the Doctor *g*, an OC)
Pairings: none
Categories: gen, friendship, drama
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kristen999
Author's Website: fanfic master list
Link: Tin Man by Kristen999
Why This Must Be Read:
Summary by the author:
Visiting an abandoned outpost leads to some amazing discoveries but with dire consequences. Rodney and the team battle a racing clock as they begin to lose Sheppard a little at a time.
The concept of "Ten" is a fascinating idea and Kristen does a great job to make him likeable even though we can't approve of his actions. I find him endearing and creepy at the same time - especially when the success of his actions starts to show and reaching the goal comes closer step by step. It's a lesson in perspective - how judgment of actions and attitude very much depends on our own point of view and who is the person judged.
Kristen shows each teammember's typical reaction to ten in an excellent way, how they deal with the result of his actions and how they stick together in this situation.
Particularly Rodney being torn between fascination and necessity is spot on illustrated.
This story has the flair of classic science-fiction and would have made a wonderful episode.
Traveling in the jumper, away from prying questions and beeping machines should have given John a reason to be excited. Instead, he was a knot of tension and misery. Being relegated to the co-pilot’s seat only rubbed him the wrong way as he scowled at Lorne, who kept giving him weary looks. McKay sat directly behind John, which really bugged the shit out of him. He could practically feel the man’s eyes drill holes into the back of his skull.
“Will you stop it,” he snapped at him.
“Stop what?”
John dug his fingers the armrest.
“The weather should be pleasant,” Teyla spoke from the back. “It is the height of spring on the planet.”
John wasn’t in the mood for idle discussion of the weather or crop yields. His knee bounced impatiently, and he found himself leaning forward to inspect the stars. The Goft were real assholes for not allowing them through the gate on their world until they were officially allies, which forced them to travel to a nearby space gate in a neighboring system. Travel time was short, less than an hour there, but the seconds crawled by like millions of ants across his skin.
“You alright, sir?” Lorne asked.
“Fine.”
“You’re kind of fidgeting.”
“It’s a bit stuffy in here,” John replied, undoing the first button of his uniform.
“Environmental controls are normal, sir.”
“Are you feeling alright, John?” Teyla inquired.
Just dandy, how are you? But John kept his bark in place. “I’m good. Just…you know. Want to get this over with.”
Unraveling right before the mission wouldn’t be a good thing, so John bit his tongue when Lorne entered the atmosphere at a sharper angle than he preferred. John practically punched holes through the armrest at the mediocre landing. If they ever got some of his marbles back, he was going to order his XO to complete a refresher course on jumper piloting after today's sloppy performance.
It wasn’t very spring like when they disembarked into the balmy midday air, and John swatted irritably at a buzzing insect near his ear.
Teyla walked beside him as they neared the path toward town. “We will not be long. You are not required to do anything more than sign the treaty and shake hands with Almar.”
“Got it. No sightseeing,” he smiled breezily at her.
Ronon hung back in the rear, his looming presence like an oppressive weight across John's shoulders. Rodney flanked his other side, face pinched in worry. It was suffocating.
A wall ten meters high protected the square and they walked a few hundred meters through a guarded entrance. The town was robust for Pegasus, brick-and-mortar shops and businesses made up the center, small homes farther south. A population of thousands were spread out over an area the size of a small state, and John wondered how long their steam-powered little slice of heaven would escape the eye of the Wraith.
An entourage greeted them outside of a building ordained by statues and plush gardens. Almar was a squat, little man with long, braided hair and a fake smile. When the head of their council stuck out his hand in greeting, John resisted the urge to punch him in the face.
Gentle fingers gave his shoulder a squeeze. Teyla. For a second, John felt himself beginning to snap like a rubber band, but the sun felt nice on his face and the pounding of an impending migraine receded. The moment Teyla broke contact, another damn insect buzzed around his face, and all John wanted to do was swat it into oblivion.
----
The ceremony was blissfully simple and to the point. John scribbled his name on a thick piece of parchment paper and clanked glasses of bubbly wine. They were given a copy of the treaty, and a small troupe of people started singing and dancing. Almar came up behind John and clapped him on the back, laughing a cloud of smoke from a putrid cigar.
Something snapped inside. John poured out his glass and almost broke it over the man's head when he turned around.
Ronon came out of nowhere, twisted John's wrist and knocked the glass out to the ground. “It's time to leave.”
None of the team questioned why and they hurried out of the meeting room, passing dozens of happy and cheerful people as news spread of the new alliance. John's pulse raced. How many other treaties had hinged on this one, and how many had died waiting for the agreement?
“Ronon, what is wrong?” Teyla asked, eyes on alert for danger.
“Can we use the ring now?” was Ronon's reply.
Lorne had taken point was they were outside of town. “Yes.”
“I'm taking Sheppard back to Atlantis,” Ronon announced. “We'll meet the rest of you there.”
Rec Category: Team
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan, various Atlantis staff and "Ten" (no, not the Doctor *g*, an OC)
Pairings: none
Categories: gen, friendship, drama
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
kristen999Author's Website: fanfic master list
Link: Tin Man by Kristen999
Why This Must Be Read:
Summary by the author:
Visiting an abandoned outpost leads to some amazing discoveries but with dire consequences. Rodney and the team battle a racing clock as they begin to lose Sheppard a little at a time.
The concept of "Ten" is a fascinating idea and Kristen does a great job to make him likeable even though we can't approve of his actions. I find him endearing and creepy at the same time - especially when the success of his actions starts to show and reaching the goal comes closer step by step. It's a lesson in perspective - how judgment of actions and attitude very much depends on our own point of view and who is the person judged.
Kristen shows each teammember's typical reaction to ten in an excellent way, how they deal with the result of his actions and how they stick together in this situation.
Particularly Rodney being torn between fascination and necessity is spot on illustrated.
This story has the flair of classic science-fiction and would have made a wonderful episode.
Traveling in the jumper, away from prying questions and beeping machines should have given John a reason to be excited. Instead, he was a knot of tension and misery. Being relegated to the co-pilot’s seat only rubbed him the wrong way as he scowled at Lorne, who kept giving him weary looks. McKay sat directly behind John, which really bugged the shit out of him. He could practically feel the man’s eyes drill holes into the back of his skull.
“Will you stop it,” he snapped at him.
“Stop what?”
John dug his fingers the armrest.
“The weather should be pleasant,” Teyla spoke from the back. “It is the height of spring on the planet.”
John wasn’t in the mood for idle discussion of the weather or crop yields. His knee bounced impatiently, and he found himself leaning forward to inspect the stars. The Goft were real assholes for not allowing them through the gate on their world until they were officially allies, which forced them to travel to a nearby space gate in a neighboring system. Travel time was short, less than an hour there, but the seconds crawled by like millions of ants across his skin.
“You alright, sir?” Lorne asked.
“Fine.”
“You’re kind of fidgeting.”
“It’s a bit stuffy in here,” John replied, undoing the first button of his uniform.
“Environmental controls are normal, sir.”
“Are you feeling alright, John?” Teyla inquired.
Just dandy, how are you? But John kept his bark in place. “I’m good. Just…you know. Want to get this over with.”
Unraveling right before the mission wouldn’t be a good thing, so John bit his tongue when Lorne entered the atmosphere at a sharper angle than he preferred. John practically punched holes through the armrest at the mediocre landing. If they ever got some of his marbles back, he was going to order his XO to complete a refresher course on jumper piloting after today's sloppy performance.
It wasn’t very spring like when they disembarked into the balmy midday air, and John swatted irritably at a buzzing insect near his ear.
Teyla walked beside him as they neared the path toward town. “We will not be long. You are not required to do anything more than sign the treaty and shake hands with Almar.”
“Got it. No sightseeing,” he smiled breezily at her.
Ronon hung back in the rear, his looming presence like an oppressive weight across John's shoulders. Rodney flanked his other side, face pinched in worry. It was suffocating.
A wall ten meters high protected the square and they walked a few hundred meters through a guarded entrance. The town was robust for Pegasus, brick-and-mortar shops and businesses made up the center, small homes farther south. A population of thousands were spread out over an area the size of a small state, and John wondered how long their steam-powered little slice of heaven would escape the eye of the Wraith.
An entourage greeted them outside of a building ordained by statues and plush gardens. Almar was a squat, little man with long, braided hair and a fake smile. When the head of their council stuck out his hand in greeting, John resisted the urge to punch him in the face.
Gentle fingers gave his shoulder a squeeze. Teyla. For a second, John felt himself beginning to snap like a rubber band, but the sun felt nice on his face and the pounding of an impending migraine receded. The moment Teyla broke contact, another damn insect buzzed around his face, and all John wanted to do was swat it into oblivion.
----
The ceremony was blissfully simple and to the point. John scribbled his name on a thick piece of parchment paper and clanked glasses of bubbly wine. They were given a copy of the treaty, and a small troupe of people started singing and dancing. Almar came up behind John and clapped him on the back, laughing a cloud of smoke from a putrid cigar.
Something snapped inside. John poured out his glass and almost broke it over the man's head when he turned around.
Ronon came out of nowhere, twisted John's wrist and knocked the glass out to the ground. “It's time to leave.”
None of the team questioned why and they hurried out of the meeting room, passing dozens of happy and cheerful people as news spread of the new alliance. John's pulse raced. How many other treaties had hinged on this one, and how many had died waiting for the agreement?
“Ronon, what is wrong?” Teyla asked, eyes on alert for danger.
“Can we use the ring now?” was Ronon's reply.
Lorne had taken point was they were outside of town. “Yes.”
“I'm taking Sheppard back to Atlantis,” Ronon announced. “We'll meet the rest of you there.”
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