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crack_van2005-10-01 08:16 am
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Owl Eyes by Salieri (PG-13)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
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troyswann
Author Website: Outside the Box
Why this must be read:
We started with a creepy, alien kind of story so it seems only fitting to end with one. I loved this from the first time I read it. There's just something about the shivers that crawl up my spine from the visceral horror that Salieri creates with her words that gets me.
Set after the first season episode 38 Minutes it uses fear of the unknown to great effect as the team -- and the reader -- try and work out what is happening to Sheppard in the room that Atlantis has locked down for safety.
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The sound was a gash of colour across Rodney's dream, an arrow fletched raggedly, arcing through the illogical logic of his subconscious. Its momentum carried him back to his bed, blinking blind in the dark, hands coming up by reflex to protect his eyes, his elbows out, warding off. It wasn't until his own arrested breathing started again that he recognized the sound as a voice, and for a moment he thought it had been his own. Then he heard it again, a three-step tone rising from gut-deep bellow to scream to shriek and then cutting off as though the pain or the terror had gone off the scale and into the silence of absolute excess. He could see in his mind's eye the mouth stretched wide and soundless.
Snapping his own jaws shut like some kind of sympathetic magic, he bit his tongue and cursed softly as he lurched out of bed and toward the door. Around him, his room started to warm with glow-worm light, Atlantis responding to his movement, casting him in benevolent gold while his heart hammer hammer hammered in his chest and his fingers fumbled numbly at the touch pad.
Ford was in the doorway when the panel slid sideways. "Bring your gear," he ordered and was already walking away, feet bare and silent on the cool tile.
"Which gear?" Rodney shouted after him. The hand bracing him on the doorframe was already aching.
"The door-opening kind," Ford called, turned the corner. He came back and pointed over his shoulder. "Major Sheppard's in trouble and we can't get to him."
Owl Eyes
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Author on LJ:
troyswannAuthor Website: Outside the Box
Why this must be read:
We started with a creepy, alien kind of story so it seems only fitting to end with one. I loved this from the first time I read it. There's just something about the shivers that crawl up my spine from the visceral horror that Salieri creates with her words that gets me.
Set after the first season episode 38 Minutes it uses fear of the unknown to great effect as the team -- and the reader -- try and work out what is happening to Sheppard in the room that Atlantis has locked down for safety.
--
The sound was a gash of colour across Rodney's dream, an arrow fletched raggedly, arcing through the illogical logic of his subconscious. Its momentum carried him back to his bed, blinking blind in the dark, hands coming up by reflex to protect his eyes, his elbows out, warding off. It wasn't until his own arrested breathing started again that he recognized the sound as a voice, and for a moment he thought it had been his own. Then he heard it again, a three-step tone rising from gut-deep bellow to scream to shriek and then cutting off as though the pain or the terror had gone off the scale and into the silence of absolute excess. He could see in his mind's eye the mouth stretched wide and soundless.
Snapping his own jaws shut like some kind of sympathetic magic, he bit his tongue and cursed softly as he lurched out of bed and toward the door. Around him, his room started to warm with glow-worm light, Atlantis responding to his movement, casting him in benevolent gold while his heart hammer hammer hammered in his chest and his fingers fumbled numbly at the touch pad.
Ford was in the doorway when the panel slid sideways. "Bring your gear," he ordered and was already walking away, feet bare and silent on the cool tile.
"Which gear?" Rodney shouted after him. The hand bracing him on the doorframe was already aching.
"The door-opening kind," Ford called, turned the corner. He came back and pointed over his shoulder. "Major Sheppard's in trouble and we can't get to him."
Owl Eyes