All These Places We Have Met by Toft
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: John Sheppard and Rodney McKay
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney McKay/Other
Categories: Slash, Alternate Reality, Angst
Warnings: None
Link: All These Places We Have Met on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: Because I want everyone's heart to ache as much as mine did after I read this. Seriously, this is a beautiful fic that I don't want to spoil too much of because it's just wonderfully structured and the story develops so carefully that you really need to go in cold to appreciate it.
Although this is mainly Rodney POV, Toft does an amazing job of writing John in this; his pain and desparation is so clear throughout. Please, please read this.
“Rodney,” the person whispers, and Rodney flinches as a hand falls on his arm and feels its way up to his shoulder. He tries to edge away from it, but the wall’s in the way. “Rodney, it’s me, John.”
“I don’t know any of your names,” Rodney says, powerless to stop the hand pressing against his face through the beard - they shave him at random intervals, but it’s pretty long, now – and tracing up over his forehead, the thumb brushing the corner of his eye, devastatingly gentle, and it’s maybe the cruellest thing they’ve done to him yet. Rodney shuts his eyes, not that it makes any difference, and a tear squeezes out. He’s been crying a lot, lately. He hardly notices anymore.
“Please don’t,” he says. “I can’t – just, do whatever you’re going to do.”
“Rodney,” the voice says, fast and urgent, “Rodney, Rodney, those bastards, I’m going to – fuck, fuck, could you just remember me, just this one time?”
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: John Sheppard and Rodney McKay
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney McKay/Other
Categories: Slash, Alternate Reality, Angst
Warnings: None
Link: All These Places We Have Met on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: Because I want everyone's heart to ache as much as mine did after I read this. Seriously, this is a beautiful fic that I don't want to spoil too much of because it's just wonderfully structured and the story develops so carefully that you really need to go in cold to appreciate it.
Although this is mainly Rodney POV, Toft does an amazing job of writing John in this; his pain and desparation is so clear throughout. Please, please read this.
“Rodney,” the person whispers, and Rodney flinches as a hand falls on his arm and feels its way up to his shoulder. He tries to edge away from it, but the wall’s in the way. “Rodney, it’s me, John.”
“I don’t know any of your names,” Rodney says, powerless to stop the hand pressing against his face through the beard - they shave him at random intervals, but it’s pretty long, now – and tracing up over his forehead, the thumb brushing the corner of his eye, devastatingly gentle, and it’s maybe the cruellest thing they’ve done to him yet. Rodney shuts his eyes, not that it makes any difference, and a tear squeezes out. He’s been crying a lot, lately. He hardly notices anymore.
“Please don’t,” he says. “I can’t – just, do whatever you’re going to do.”
“Rodney,” the voice says, fast and urgent, “Rodney, Rodney, those bastards, I’m going to – fuck, fuck, could you just remember me, just this one time?”
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