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stargateficrecHi, I'm your Team reccer for this month, and I'll be bringing you SGA teamy goodness!
Rec Category: Team
Pairing: none (gen)
Category: h/c, humor
Warning: includes images, may be slow over dial-up
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
liketheriverrun
Author's website: none (but here's liketheriver's ff.net page)
Link: So Little Space, So Much Time
Why This Must Be Read: Stuck in a crashed and sealed puddlejumper, the team slowly (and hilariously) succumb to cabin fever as they try to cope with being trapped for days in a small space with an injured team leader and only one tiny bathroom. The story is accompanied by nicely done illustrations of their various, not very successful attempts at maintaining their sanity: screenshots of Rodney's rambling mission reports; games of Minesweeper and Hangman (in which Rodney cheats by switching between Canadian and American spellings of words like "colour"); a page of Teyla's self-imposed writing therapy to sublimate her frustration and keep from beating her male teammates to a pulp. Humor is usually at its best when it's built on a serious foundation, however, and with Sheppard's injuries growing worse and their situation deteriorating as help fails to arrive, there are moments of angst and plenty of warm team fuzzies to go around. It's abundantly obvious that they really DO love each other, even when they're fighting like cats and dogs over food, annoying personal habits, or sleeping arrangements.
“Well, we could turn on the heater.” Rodney raised a finger in mock discovery that could just be made out in the faint moonlight that came through the windshield. “Oh, wait, the Jumper doesn’t work, and now that I don’t have a computer to use to fix it, since someone ran down the battery playing games, I guess I won’t be able to get it up and running again.”
“Christ, Rodney, I said I was sorry. Besides, it’s not like you were actually getting anywhere with it anyway.”
“I could have a stroke of genius in my sleep tonight, you never know… and now you never will because if I do I won’t have use of my computer to bring our salvation to fruition, now will I?”
“You could also have a stroke in your sleep tonight,” John grumbled with a frown, “and the results would probably be the same.”
“Oh, so now you want me to have a stroke?”
“Only if it affects your ability to speak,” Ronon countered from his seat in the front.
Rec Category: Team
Pairing: none (gen)
Category: h/c, humor
Warning: includes images, may be slow over dial-up
Author on LJ:
liketheriverrunAuthor's website: none (but here's liketheriver's ff.net page)
Link: So Little Space, So Much Time
Why This Must Be Read: Stuck in a crashed and sealed puddlejumper, the team slowly (and hilariously) succumb to cabin fever as they try to cope with being trapped for days in a small space with an injured team leader and only one tiny bathroom. The story is accompanied by nicely done illustrations of their various, not very successful attempts at maintaining their sanity: screenshots of Rodney's rambling mission reports; games of Minesweeper and Hangman (in which Rodney cheats by switching between Canadian and American spellings of words like "colour"); a page of Teyla's self-imposed writing therapy to sublimate her frustration and keep from beating her male teammates to a pulp. Humor is usually at its best when it's built on a serious foundation, however, and with Sheppard's injuries growing worse and their situation deteriorating as help fails to arrive, there are moments of angst and plenty of warm team fuzzies to go around. It's abundantly obvious that they really DO love each other, even when they're fighting like cats and dogs over food, annoying personal habits, or sleeping arrangements.
“Well, we could turn on the heater.” Rodney raised a finger in mock discovery that could just be made out in the faint moonlight that came through the windshield. “Oh, wait, the Jumper doesn’t work, and now that I don’t have a computer to use to fix it, since someone ran down the battery playing games, I guess I won’t be able to get it up and running again.”
“Christ, Rodney, I said I was sorry. Besides, it’s not like you were actually getting anywhere with it anyway.”
“I could have a stroke of genius in my sleep tonight, you never know… and now you never will because if I do I won’t have use of my computer to bring our salvation to fruition, now will I?”
“You could also have a stroke in your sleep tonight,” John grumbled with a frown, “and the results would probably be the same.”
“Oh, so now you want me to have a stroke?”
“Only if it affects your ability to speak,” Ronon countered from his seat in the front.
