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Rec Category: Radek Zelenka
Pairing: None
Category: Atlantis, Hurt/Comfort, Radek Zelenka, Teyla Emmagan, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Friendship
Warning: None
Author on LJ:
wolejah
Author's Website: None
Link: The Boy Who Didn't Need Stories
Why This Must Be Read: Written for
atlantisbasics, this story is lyrical and soothing. As one of my friends put it, "It makes me feel quiet inside."
"The Boy Who Didn't Need Stories" is a gorgeous piece of work, with plenty of fascinating back-story about Radek and communist-controlled Czechoslovakia. It is definitely worth a read. And maybe one or two (or three) re-reads.
Excerpt: Radek starts to shake his head and immediately regrets it. His thoughts are wandering, and there isn't time for that. "I have been better." He manages a smile, and it matches the almost-grimace on Teyla's face. "You?"
"The same." She slides down the wall next to him, not close enough to touch. He doesn't know Teyla all that well; she spends more time with the social scientists and the marines than the engineering department, but he has always liked her, and more, respected her. Now, separated from McKay, Ronon, and the Colonel, her presence is a comfort.
He taps his radio. "McKay?" Static. He tries again. "McKay, come in." More static, but he thinks there's a pattern under the noise. "Pah," he mutters, and tugs off the earpiece. His vision is blurring along the periphery, which he thinks is probably a sign of concussion, but so far his hands are steady and his head does not hurt so much, really. He twists the connection and puts the earpiece back in, fiddles with the volume, and closes his eyes in relief when he tunes in to a stream of unrestrained, unhappy Rodney McKay. "Here," he says to Teyla, "give me your radio." She complies, and he starts to fiddle.
Pairing: None
Category: Atlantis, Hurt/Comfort, Radek Zelenka, Teyla Emmagan, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Friendship
Warning: None
Author on LJ:
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Author's Website: None
Link: The Boy Who Didn't Need Stories
Why This Must Be Read: Written for
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"The Boy Who Didn't Need Stories" is a gorgeous piece of work, with plenty of fascinating back-story about Radek and communist-controlled Czechoslovakia. It is definitely worth a read. And maybe one or two (or three) re-reads.
Excerpt: Radek starts to shake his head and immediately regrets it. His thoughts are wandering, and there isn't time for that. "I have been better." He manages a smile, and it matches the almost-grimace on Teyla's face. "You?"
"The same." She slides down the wall next to him, not close enough to touch. He doesn't know Teyla all that well; she spends more time with the social scientists and the marines than the engineering department, but he has always liked her, and more, respected her. Now, separated from McKay, Ronon, and the Colonel, her presence is a comfort.
He taps his radio. "McKay?" Static. He tries again. "McKay, come in." More static, but he thinks there's a pattern under the noise. "Pah," he mutters, and tugs off the earpiece. His vision is blurring along the periphery, which he thinks is probably a sign of concussion, but so far his hands are steady and his head does not hurt so much, really. He twists the connection and puts the earpiece back in, fiddles with the volume, and closes his eyes in relief when he tunes in to a stream of unrestrained, unhappy Rodney McKay. "Here," he says to Teyla, "give me your radio." She complies, and he starts to fiddle.