Golden Boy by chopchica (R)
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stargateficrecRec Category: John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay (pre-slash); John/OMC
Category: Slash, character study
Warning: One tiny reference to "The Game," but blink and you'll miss it.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chopchica
Author's Website: Unknown
Link: Golden Boy
Why This Must Be Read:
4000 words of John Sheppard backstory: or, why John Sheppard can never have what he really wants.chopchica summarizes this fic as "Five times John wanted to come out," and the story illustrates how seemingly-subtle experiences over the course of a lifetime can have an enduring, eroding influence.
The fic is written in reverse, which makes it even more powerful; the *inevitability* is the one constant as we peel back each layer, feeling sorrow for John all the way.
He thinks about cold that burns, even more than the heat of Afghanistan, he’d never known it could be like this, so empty and clear and nothing but his own thoughts and the open sky, still too far away. He hadn’t lied to O’Neill, he did like it there – in his own way - but you can only stay trapped in ice so long before you freeze through and through.
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay (pre-slash); John/OMC
Category: Slash, character study
Warning: One tiny reference to "The Game," but blink and you'll miss it.
Author on LJ:
chopchicaAuthor's Website: Unknown
Link: Golden Boy
Why This Must Be Read:
4000 words of John Sheppard backstory: or, why John Sheppard can never have what he really wants.
chopchica summarizes this fic as "Five times John wanted to come out," and the story illustrates how seemingly-subtle experiences over the course of a lifetime can have an enduring, eroding influence. The fic is written in reverse, which makes it even more powerful; the *inevitability* is the one constant as we peel back each layer, feeling sorrow for John all the way.
He thinks about cold that burns, even more than the heat of Afghanistan, he’d never known it could be like this, so empty and clear and nothing but his own thoughts and the open sky, still too far away. He hadn’t lied to O’Neill, he did like it there – in his own way - but you can only stay trapped in ice so long before you freeze through and through.
