Imaginary Boys (by busaikko) (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: POV - stories where the POV adds something special
Characters/Pairings: John Sheppard, Cameron Mitchell - John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell, Rodney McKay/Jennifer Keller
Categories: slash
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW:busaikko
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Imaginary Boys on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is really well written, like everything by busaikko, and the alternating POV shifts between John, Cam, and John as Shannon add a lot to our understanding of the characters. In this story John's trans, and the prompt busaikko followed was "What is it like to transition in a small closed community where everyone knows you?" Hard hitting and angsty but ultimately hopeful - very much recommended.
Shannon's flown everything Colson Alien produces and most of the prototypes as well. She's good with unconventional methods of convincing people to commit to research funding, and she works best outside the tedious constraints of PowerPoint presentations. Nasrin knows this, and says, "Be back by one," with a significant raise of her perfect eyebrows as she mouths Area 51 at Shannon over Cam's shoulder.
Cam follows Shannon, through security and out to parking. She walks a pace ahead so she can look helpful while making any conversation awkward. Cam doesn't say anything about the crappy car Shannon drives; he just gets in and buckles up. The stereo comes on, Dolly Parton singing loudly about her nine to five job. Shannon turns it down some but is grateful for the noise. She's never been one for talking.
"Jesus Christ, John," Cam says as Shannon pulls out onto the access road.
She jabs a finger at him. "Next time you say that, I hit you. Fair warning."
Cam drops his head back against the seat back and shuts his eyes. "Been looking for you for three years," he says. "In between boldly going and making new alien friends, you know how it is."
"I really," Shannon says, snagging her sunglasses from the divider and sliding them on, "do not want to talk old times. With you," she clarifies.
"I owe you an apology," Cam says, turning to face her.
There's no good reply to that. Shannon doesn't want his fucking apology, except for the traitor part of her that does.
Rec Category: POV - stories where the POV adds something special
Characters/Pairings: John Sheppard, Cameron Mitchell - John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell, Rodney McKay/Jennifer Keller
Categories: slash
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW:
busaikko Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Imaginary Boys on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is really well written, like everything by busaikko, and the alternating POV shifts between John, Cam, and John as Shannon add a lot to our understanding of the characters. In this story John's trans, and the prompt busaikko followed was "What is it like to transition in a small closed community where everyone knows you?" Hard hitting and angsty but ultimately hopeful - very much recommended.
Shannon's flown everything Colson Alien produces and most of the prototypes as well. She's good with unconventional methods of convincing people to commit to research funding, and she works best outside the tedious constraints of PowerPoint presentations. Nasrin knows this, and says, "Be back by one," with a significant raise of her perfect eyebrows as she mouths Area 51 at Shannon over Cam's shoulder.
Cam follows Shannon, through security and out to parking. She walks a pace ahead so she can look helpful while making any conversation awkward. Cam doesn't say anything about the crappy car Shannon drives; he just gets in and buckles up. The stereo comes on, Dolly Parton singing loudly about her nine to five job. Shannon turns it down some but is grateful for the noise. She's never been one for talking.
"Jesus Christ, John," Cam says as Shannon pulls out onto the access road.
She jabs a finger at him. "Next time you say that, I hit you. Fair warning."
Cam drops his head back against the seat back and shuts his eyes. "Been looking for you for three years," he says. "In between boldly going and making new alien friends, you know how it is."
"I really," Shannon says, snagging her sunglasses from the divider and sliding them on, "do not want to talk old times. With you," she clarifies.
"I owe you an apology," Cam says, turning to face her.
There's no good reply to that. Shannon doesn't want his fucking apology, except for the traitor part of her that does.
