Owl Eyes (by Salieri) (PG)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Drama!
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Aiden Ford, Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir
Categories: pre-slash
Warnings: No AO3-type warnings apply
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: Outside the Box (and if the site ever goes down, here it is on Wayback)
Link: Owl Eyes
Why This Must Be Read: This fic hasn't been reccd here for 15 years, so it's time to remind people about it. A wonderfully creepy and dramatic story of John, trapped in his room and in a nightmare, being taken over by an Iratus-related creature while his team work to save him. Marvellous writing as ever, by Salieri - an excellent read.
Rodney fitted his radio into his ear. "Grodin, patch me into the mainframe," he ordered, and waited a second for Grodin's confirmation that the network was connected. Clipping leads onto the primary crystal, Rodney reeled up the scanner from the case by the cords. "Sheppard didn't lock the door," he said, holding the readout screen close to his eyes and then shifting a lead to the subsystems crystal. "The system initiated a localized quarantine protocol." His fingers tripping over the touchpad, zooming in through the shells of nested code, he kept his eyes on the screen, and not on the shadow against the door. "Shouldn't Beckett be here?"
"We've already recalled him," Elizabeth said, her voice so close to his ear that he flinched. "He's thirty minutes out by jumper. Med team's on its way."
As if on cue, the four-person medical team turned the corner, the Marines sweeping into Rodney's space to make way. There was a clatter of equipment cases and the snapping of clasps as they unpacked efficiently and silently on the far side of the doorway, ready to respond the second it opened. In his headset he could hear Beckett asking for an update, Elizabeth answering that they knew nothing except that the Major was unresponsive. Distantly noting that there were a lot of people watching him, Rodney shifted closer to the control panel, hunched over the readout on his scanner as though he could physically crawl deeper into the sensor logs.
His fingers freezing stiffly above the touchpad, he stared at it while his heart started to hammer in his chest again. "If this read-out is right, Sheppard will be dead by then." He forced his fingers to bend and tilted the screen so she could see it. "According to this, Atlantis sealed the room because there's a Wraith in there."
Rec Category: Drama!
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Aiden Ford, Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir
Categories: pre-slash
Warnings: No AO3-type warnings apply
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: Outside the Box (and if the site ever goes down, here it is on Wayback)
Link: Owl Eyes
Why This Must Be Read: This fic hasn't been reccd here for 15 years, so it's time to remind people about it. A wonderfully creepy and dramatic story of John, trapped in his room and in a nightmare, being taken over by an Iratus-related creature while his team work to save him. Marvellous writing as ever, by Salieri - an excellent read.
Rodney fitted his radio into his ear. "Grodin, patch me into the mainframe," he ordered, and waited a second for Grodin's confirmation that the network was connected. Clipping leads onto the primary crystal, Rodney reeled up the scanner from the case by the cords. "Sheppard didn't lock the door," he said, holding the readout screen close to his eyes and then shifting a lead to the subsystems crystal. "The system initiated a localized quarantine protocol." His fingers tripping over the touchpad, zooming in through the shells of nested code, he kept his eyes on the screen, and not on the shadow against the door. "Shouldn't Beckett be here?"
"We've already recalled him," Elizabeth said, her voice so close to his ear that he flinched. "He's thirty minutes out by jumper. Med team's on its way."
As if on cue, the four-person medical team turned the corner, the Marines sweeping into Rodney's space to make way. There was a clatter of equipment cases and the snapping of clasps as they unpacked efficiently and silently on the far side of the doorway, ready to respond the second it opened. In his headset he could hear Beckett asking for an update, Elizabeth answering that they knew nothing except that the Major was unresponsive. Distantly noting that there were a lot of people watching him, Rodney shifted closer to the control panel, hunched over the readout on his scanner as though he could physically crawl deeper into the sensor logs.
His fingers freezing stiffly above the touchpad, he stared at it while his heart started to hammer in his chest again. "If this read-out is right, Sheppard will be dead by then." He forced his fingers to bend and tilted the screen so she could see it. "According to this, Atlantis sealed the room because there's a Wraith in there."
