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stargateficrec2007-08-24 08:48 pm
sholio) wrote in stargateficrec2007-08-24 08:48 pm
Entry tags:
More Than Just Pretty Faces by Tipper [T]
Rec Category: Team
Pairing: none
Category: Atlantis, action/adventure, h/c, gen
Warning: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tipper_green
Author's Website: Tipper's Stargate Atlantis Fic
Link: More Than Just Pretty Faces
Why This Must Be Read: A mission gone wrong (and when do they go right?) leaves Rodney seriously injured and the rest of the team forced to rely on what they've learned from him over the years in order to figure out how to fix malfunctioning Ancient technology and get themselves home before he dies. This is a good, solid teamwork story with h/c that's enough to satisfy my cravings but not so much that it overwhelms the rest of the story. I really enjoy plots that force the characters out of their comfort zone, and it's nice to see that Rodney's teammates are "more than pretty faces" and can do more than shoot their way out of a problem when the situation calls for it.
Frowning, Sheppard forced himself to stay focused and stood up again, still holding the scanner. Shaking it to get rid of some excess water droplets, he aimed it towards the waterfall and studied the blinking screen.
It was currently reading life signs. Not too helpful. Okay...he could do this. McKay had shown him how to work the scanner to do other things...like find energy signatures. He just had to remember how.
Wiping his free arm across his forehead and fighting back a short wave of dizziness, he pressed a couple of buttons on the scanner...and found himself looking at a datascreen filled with Ancient.
Shit.
Maybe it was a menu?
Hitting a few more buttons, the screen changed...and showed life-signs again. Crap. Crap, crap, crap. McKay made this look easy.
"Telling you anything?" Ronon asked, honestly curious. Sheppard scowled, hitting more buttons.
"Not really. I can't seem to...ha!" He found himself looking at another screen.
There were things blipping all over it—not life signs, so...what the hell was he looking at now?
Local restaurants? Area attractions? Why did he feel like Pac Man was about to show up and eat all these stupid little dots up?
His face fell. This was useless.
"You don't know what you're doing, do you?" Ronon said.
Pairing: none
Category: Atlantis, action/adventure, h/c, gen
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
tipper_greenAuthor's Website: Tipper's Stargate Atlantis Fic
Link: More Than Just Pretty Faces
Why This Must Be Read: A mission gone wrong (and when do they go right?) leaves Rodney seriously injured and the rest of the team forced to rely on what they've learned from him over the years in order to figure out how to fix malfunctioning Ancient technology and get themselves home before he dies. This is a good, solid teamwork story with h/c that's enough to satisfy my cravings but not so much that it overwhelms the rest of the story. I really enjoy plots that force the characters out of their comfort zone, and it's nice to see that Rodney's teammates are "more than pretty faces" and can do more than shoot their way out of a problem when the situation calls for it.
Frowning, Sheppard forced himself to stay focused and stood up again, still holding the scanner. Shaking it to get rid of some excess water droplets, he aimed it towards the waterfall and studied the blinking screen.
It was currently reading life signs. Not too helpful. Okay...he could do this. McKay had shown him how to work the scanner to do other things...like find energy signatures. He just had to remember how.
Wiping his free arm across his forehead and fighting back a short wave of dizziness, he pressed a couple of buttons on the scanner...and found himself looking at a datascreen filled with Ancient.
Shit.
Maybe it was a menu?
Hitting a few more buttons, the screen changed...and showed life-signs again. Crap. Crap, crap, crap. McKay made this look easy.
"Telling you anything?" Ronon asked, honestly curious. Sheppard scowled, hitting more buttons.
"Not really. I can't seem to...ha!" He found himself looking at another screen.
There were things blipping all over it—not life signs, so...what the hell was he looking at now?
Local restaurants? Area attractions? Why did he feel like Pac Man was about to show up and eat all these stupid little dots up?
His face fell. This was useless.
"You don't know what you're doing, do you?" Ronon said.