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crack_van2008-01-26 12:27 pm
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Not a Threat (but not exactly human) by Neery (PG-13)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Gen. (Could be read as McKay/Sheppard pre-slash.)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neery
Author Website: Neery's Atlantis Slash Fiction
Why this must be read: I love when I can rec a good author who hasn't hit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van's SGA list before because it means the possibility of opening up new stories for readers. If ever a fic should be turned into an episode, this is the one. I would pay money to see this episode, and the thing is, it could be done. Neery hits the right balance in the characters and their relationships, and she managed to pre-date the show on something that's now considered canon after mid-S3.
The basic premise is that Rodney's turned into a Wraith, and they've got to find a way to turn him back. The Atlantis personnel have the usual reactions to him - suspicion, hatred, pity - and yet, he's still Rodney with his bluntness and his fears and his in-spite-of-himself courage. Oh, and he's still hypoglycemic ... and he needs to eat. (Cue evil laughter!) The fic is believable, compelling, and I'd argue, not predictable. Neery humanizes the Wraith, and also lets us see what kind of sacrifices the team really would make for one another.
It's a long, satisfying read, and I highly recommend it to anyone who's a fan of the show.
John gestures to the chains. "Are you going to be okay if I unlock this? No irrepressible urge to suck the life out of me, or anything?"
"No!" Rodney says, and only then does he actually take a second to think that over, because it would just... suck, pun not intended, to be wrong about this. He concentrates on John, trying to find out if anything feels different. It's only now, when he's actually paying attention, that he notices the faint halo surrounding John -- and not only him, but all the humans in the room, too.
It's strangely pretty, a living glow of energy surrounding their bodies, colored subtly different for every one of them, so faint he almost doesn't see it even now. It... draws him, makes him want to reach out and touch, to put his hand right in the middle of that beautiful light and drink it in, take it inside himself...
"Oh God. John, I'm... maybe you'd better leave the chains on for now", he says, suddenly feeling sick.
John instantly tenses up, drawing back a little, not that Rodney could have reached him with his chained limbs, anyway.
"What is it? Are you... hungry?" He grimaces when he says it. Rodney looks away, pressing his face into the cool pillows, skin flaming with shame.
"It's... not like that, exactly. I'm not... hungry... yet, just... kind of aware that you'd make a good meal if I was, I think," he says miserably, the words sticking in his throat and choking him.
"Oh, Rodney," John says, voice miraculously full of compassion.
Read the Story / Feedback the Author: Not a Threat (but not exactly human)
Pairing: Gen. (Could be read as McKay/Sheppard pre-slash.)
Author on LJ:
neeryAuthor Website: Neery's Atlantis Slash Fiction
Why this must be read: I love when I can rec a good author who hasn't hit
crack_van's SGA list before because it means the possibility of opening up new stories for readers. If ever a fic should be turned into an episode, this is the one. I would pay money to see this episode, and the thing is, it could be done. Neery hits the right balance in the characters and their relationships, and she managed to pre-date the show on something that's now considered canon after mid-S3.The basic premise is that Rodney's turned into a Wraith, and they've got to find a way to turn him back. The Atlantis personnel have the usual reactions to him - suspicion, hatred, pity - and yet, he's still Rodney with his bluntness and his fears and his in-spite-of-himself courage. Oh, and he's still hypoglycemic ... and he needs to eat. (Cue evil laughter!) The fic is believable, compelling, and I'd argue, not predictable. Neery humanizes the Wraith, and also lets us see what kind of sacrifices the team really would make for one another.
It's a long, satisfying read, and I highly recommend it to anyone who's a fan of the show.
John gestures to the chains. "Are you going to be okay if I unlock this? No irrepressible urge to suck the life out of me, or anything?"
"No!" Rodney says, and only then does he actually take a second to think that over, because it would just... suck, pun not intended, to be wrong about this. He concentrates on John, trying to find out if anything feels different. It's only now, when he's actually paying attention, that he notices the faint halo surrounding John -- and not only him, but all the humans in the room, too.
It's strangely pretty, a living glow of energy surrounding their bodies, colored subtly different for every one of them, so faint he almost doesn't see it even now. It... draws him, makes him want to reach out and touch, to put his hand right in the middle of that beautiful light and drink it in, take it inside himself...
"Oh God. John, I'm... maybe you'd better leave the chains on for now", he says, suddenly feeling sick.
John instantly tenses up, drawing back a little, not that Rodney could have reached him with his chained limbs, anyway.
"What is it? Are you... hungry?" He grimaces when he says it. Rodney looks away, pressing his face into the cool pillows, skin flaming with shame.
"It's... not like that, exactly. I'm not... hungry... yet, just... kind of aware that you'd make a good meal if I was, I think," he says miserably, the words sticking in his throat and choking him.
"Oh, Rodney," John says, voice miraculously full of compassion.
Read the Story / Feedback the Author: Not a Threat (but not exactly human)