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Taste of Apples/Sacrifical Drift by Auburn (R)
Hello all. I'm Sin and I'm going to be your SGA driver for the month. It's a mixed bag of stories -- length, formats, writing styles -- that I plan on reccing, but they all have one thing in common. It's all slash, all the time, this September.
There's been a quite a trend in SGA fandom to try and dictate what constitutes good characterisation and what doesn't. So, actually, yeah, not so much different from any other fandom in that regard but the scale on which it's been done here is a little mind blowing.
And then there's the meta. We do it. A lot.
My advice? If you're new to the fandom ignore all that and concentrate on the fic, because there are some truly amazing stories out there. These are some of my favourites, so if you're interested, take the time and have a read, then decide for yourself what works or doesn't work for you.
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
auburnnothenna
Author Website: Allusions
Why this must be read:
Taste of Apples started as a gen team piece that was creepy, truly alien and sucked you in until all you wanted was for it to go on and on. With Sacrifical Drift, it retrospectively changed into pre-slash as the ramifications of the incident in Apples brought Sheppard and McKay together. But that isn't the only change that results.
These two stories are an wonderful look at the team dynamic between Sheppard, McKay, Teyla and Ford. It's something that I really wish there was more of because the give and take between them all is so very interesting, but it tends to get ignored in favour of concentrating on the Sheppard/McKayness [or other pairings] of it all.
With these stories, Auburn blends it all together until it's seamless and you couldn't possibly have one without the other.
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Elizabeth Weir stood with her arms crossed and watched all four of the team walk out of the wormhole into the gate room unharmed for once. It had become a habit to stand at the observation balcony and greet the teams whenever they returned, even when they weren't under fire or wounded. Today they looked merely tired and wet, hair plastered to their heads and shoulders slumped.
She studied them, taking advantage of a moment when they were unguarded to evaluate the expedition's first team. She could see they were wearing at the edges. Everyone was stressed but these were people out at the sharp edge with every mission. They had a lean and hungry look, like tired predators that had failed at a hunt. Teyla and Ford looked best, but they were younger and carried less responsibility. Even their bones were closer to the skin than ever before. Rodney had thinned down to muscle and feverish eyes, and John Sheppard, always thin, looked--when his masks dropped--gaunt and weary.
The moment passed, the players moved, and the roles were firmly taken up again: Ford grinned cheerfully, Teyla's posture straightened, while Rodney raised his voice in neurotic complaint and John gleefully sniped at him. The afterimage lingered only in Elizabeth's eyes.
Elizabeth leaned over the balcony railing. "Welcome back."
John raised his eyes to her and gave a minute headshake, even as he spoke.
"And so we bid farewell to the planet of wet socks. Which was pretty much a bust, except for the no one trying to kill us part."
"I liked that part," Ford agreed.
"Oh, I think we all did."
"But it did smell like one of Carson's beloved sheep," McKay commented.
"It was uncomfortable," Teyla said.
Elizabeth relaxed, despite the stab of disappointment. She forced a smile. "It's good to have you all back."
As a referesher for who is who:
Taste of Apples
Sacrifical Drift
There's been a quite a trend in SGA fandom to try and dictate what constitutes good characterisation and what doesn't. So, actually, yeah, not so much different from any other fandom in that regard but the scale on which it's been done here is a little mind blowing.
And then there's the meta. We do it. A lot.
My advice? If you're new to the fandom ignore all that and concentrate on the fic, because there are some truly amazing stories out there. These are some of my favourites, so if you're interested, take the time and have a read, then decide for yourself what works or doesn't work for you.
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Author on LJ:
auburnnothennaAuthor Website: Allusions
Why this must be read:
Taste of Apples started as a gen team piece that was creepy, truly alien and sucked you in until all you wanted was for it to go on and on. With Sacrifical Drift, it retrospectively changed into pre-slash as the ramifications of the incident in Apples brought Sheppard and McKay together. But that isn't the only change that results.
These two stories are an wonderful look at the team dynamic between Sheppard, McKay, Teyla and Ford. It's something that I really wish there was more of because the give and take between them all is so very interesting, but it tends to get ignored in favour of concentrating on the Sheppard/McKayness [or other pairings] of it all.
With these stories, Auburn blends it all together until it's seamless and you couldn't possibly have one without the other.
--
Elizabeth Weir stood with her arms crossed and watched all four of the team walk out of the wormhole into the gate room unharmed for once. It had become a habit to stand at the observation balcony and greet the teams whenever they returned, even when they weren't under fire or wounded. Today they looked merely tired and wet, hair plastered to their heads and shoulders slumped.
She studied them, taking advantage of a moment when they were unguarded to evaluate the expedition's first team. She could see they were wearing at the edges. Everyone was stressed but these were people out at the sharp edge with every mission. They had a lean and hungry look, like tired predators that had failed at a hunt. Teyla and Ford looked best, but they were younger and carried less responsibility. Even their bones were closer to the skin than ever before. Rodney had thinned down to muscle and feverish eyes, and John Sheppard, always thin, looked--when his masks dropped--gaunt and weary.
The moment passed, the players moved, and the roles were firmly taken up again: Ford grinned cheerfully, Teyla's posture straightened, while Rodney raised his voice in neurotic complaint and John gleefully sniped at him. The afterimage lingered only in Elizabeth's eyes.
Elizabeth leaned over the balcony railing. "Welcome back."
John raised his eyes to her and gave a minute headshake, even as he spoke.
"And so we bid farewell to the planet of wet socks. Which was pretty much a bust, except for the no one trying to kill us part."
"I liked that part," Ford agreed.
"Oh, I think we all did."
"But it did smell like one of Carson's beloved sheep," McKay commented.
"It was uncomfortable," Teyla said.
Elizabeth relaxed, despite the stab of disappointment. She forced a smile. "It's good to have you all back."
As a referesher for who is who:
Taste of Apples
Sacrifical Drift
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Hee. YES.
And yeah, these are great stories.
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