Seachange, by Alysse (pg-13)
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Rec Category: Threesome
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir/McKay
Categories: Threesome. Sheppard/Weir/McKay, friendship, post-ep
Warnings: None
Author on LJ: Don't know.
Author's Website: Unconcsious Mind
Link: Seachange.
Why This Must Be Read: Another post-ep The Storm/The Eye fic, with John/Elizabeth/Rodney at the heart of it. This one is more angsty than the previous one I rec'ced. More dark. Great emotions.
"Look." The concern was back on his face and it was too much. She had to force herself to hold his gaze, not close her eyes or look away or simply topple forward and bury her face in the warmth of his black shirt and let him bear the weight of it all for a while. This time his hand did come up, resting on her arm and it was dizzying, the need to lean into that touch. "You're wet and half-frozen, Elizabeth, and I don't think Rodney is much better. It's been a rough day."
A rough day. She wondered how many he'd killed. Sixty? More?
She wondered that she didn't care.
"Why don't I go see what I can dig out from the 'jumpers. Or maybe better, maybe you should go and get some sleep in one of them." His hand squeezed her arm gently, cutting off the words she didn't want to say but felt she had to. His face was closer to her now, his voice low so that the others couldn't hear him and she was grateful for his consideration even as she tried to focus on what he was saying.
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir/McKay
Categories: Threesome. Sheppard/Weir/McKay, friendship, post-ep
Warnings: None
Author on LJ: Don't know.
Author's Website: Unconcsious Mind
Link: Seachange.
Why This Must Be Read: Another post-ep The Storm/The Eye fic, with John/Elizabeth/Rodney at the heart of it. This one is more angsty than the previous one I rec'ced. More dark. Great emotions.
"Look." The concern was back on his face and it was too much. She had to force herself to hold his gaze, not close her eyes or look away or simply topple forward and bury her face in the warmth of his black shirt and let him bear the weight of it all for a while. This time his hand did come up, resting on her arm and it was dizzying, the need to lean into that touch. "You're wet and half-frozen, Elizabeth, and I don't think Rodney is much better. It's been a rough day."
A rough day. She wondered how many he'd killed. Sixty? More?
She wondered that she didn't care.
"Why don't I go see what I can dig out from the 'jumpers. Or maybe better, maybe you should go and get some sleep in one of them." His hand squeezed her arm gently, cutting off the words she didn't want to say but felt she had to. His face was closer to her now, his voice low so that the others couldn't hear him and she was grateful for his consideration even as she tried to focus on what he was saying.