Hegira (by Kellifer_fic) (M)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA/SG1
Rec Category: Drama!
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Sam Carter, Jack O'Neill, Carson Beckett
Categories: M/M
Warnings: Canon-level violence, but no AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:kellifer
Author's Website: Kellifer_fic on AO3 and kellifer_fic on LJ
Link: Hegira on LJ (Part one and links to the other 8 parts)
Why This Must Be Read: I recently discovered this fic which I'd never read before. It's very much an AU with Rodney doing science for the NID and then rescuing John (product of an NID experiment) from them. Through most of the story they're on the lam, pursued by Jack who's in ruthless special ops mode (remember this is an AU but not to worry, Jack-fans, he redeems himself!) The author doesn't call it a crossover but I think it is (in an AU way) as Jack (and Sam to a lesser degree) have prominent roles. It's mostly a non-Stargate, Earth-based story but it eventually intersects with canon. I found it gripping and an excellent read. By the way, 'Hegira' has a specific Islamic meaning, but in a general sense it means a journey to escape danger.
He stood, crossed to John’s bed and sank down on it. He moved a hand underneath the single, scratchy sheet and brushed fingers over John’s chest. Underneath the smattering of hair, it was smooth and perfect... and cold. Almost like marble. He moved his hand and splayed his fingers slightly off-centre where he should have been able to feel the steady thump of a heartbeat and the rhythmic rise and fall of the chest beneath his palm.
There was nothing.
Rodney'd lost count of the number of times he had thought John wouldn't wake up in the morning, but he always did. Goose flesh rose on Rodney’s arm and he realised that touching John was leeching the warmth from his skin.
The only thing he was sure of was that John seemed unchangeable. John sometimes cut his skin or his hair, saying that he wanted to try something different, give himself character. The cuts healed fast, the hair grew back even faster. The first time John had shaved his head and had woken up the next day with the same damn cowlick, he hadn’t said a word, simply stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door and hadn’t emerged for three hours.
The sun had gone down while he was lost in thought and when Rodney looked at John again, green eyes were slitted open, searching Rodney’s face, trying to capture a stray thought.
"You sleep like the dead," Rodney deadpanned.
"Very funny," John sighed.
Rec Category: Drama!
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Sam Carter, Jack O'Neill, Carson Beckett
Categories: M/M
Warnings: Canon-level violence, but no AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:
kellifer Author's Website: Kellifer_fic on AO3 and kellifer_fic on LJ
Link: Hegira on LJ (Part one and links to the other 8 parts)
Why This Must Be Read: I recently discovered this fic which I'd never read before. It's very much an AU with Rodney doing science for the NID and then rescuing John (product of an NID experiment) from them. Through most of the story they're on the lam, pursued by Jack who's in ruthless special ops mode (remember this is an AU but not to worry, Jack-fans, he redeems himself!) The author doesn't call it a crossover but I think it is (in an AU way) as Jack (and Sam to a lesser degree) have prominent roles. It's mostly a non-Stargate, Earth-based story but it eventually intersects with canon. I found it gripping and an excellent read. By the way, 'Hegira' has a specific Islamic meaning, but in a general sense it means a journey to escape danger.
He stood, crossed to John’s bed and sank down on it. He moved a hand underneath the single, scratchy sheet and brushed fingers over John’s chest. Underneath the smattering of hair, it was smooth and perfect... and cold. Almost like marble. He moved his hand and splayed his fingers slightly off-centre where he should have been able to feel the steady thump of a heartbeat and the rhythmic rise and fall of the chest beneath his palm.
There was nothing.
Rodney'd lost count of the number of times he had thought John wouldn't wake up in the morning, but he always did. Goose flesh rose on Rodney’s arm and he realised that touching John was leeching the warmth from his skin.
The only thing he was sure of was that John seemed unchangeable. John sometimes cut his skin or his hair, saying that he wanted to try something different, give himself character. The cuts healed fast, the hair grew back even faster. The first time John had shaved his head and had woken up the next day with the same damn cowlick, he hadn’t said a word, simply stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door and hadn’t emerged for three hours.
The sun had gone down while he was lost in thought and when Rodney looked at John again, green eyes were slitted open, searching Rodney’s face, trying to capture a stray thought.
"You sleep like the dead," Rodney deadpanned.
"Very funny," John sighed.
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