crack_van | Postcards to Jeannie by Friendshipper (PG)

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: none gen. Characters: Teyla, Jeannie, Rodney, John, Ronon
Length: Long, several pages
Author on LJ:

friendshipper
Author Website: City on the Ocean's Edge

Why this must be read:
Styled similar to Griffin and Sabine books— stories that aren't just prose. Right from the get go, Postcards, takes off and pulls you into Teyla and Jeannie’s respective worlds and surroundings. The art is exquisite and humorous. Epic in detail, where you quickly discover you're on emotional journey between friends that leaves you grinning happily for days. Normally I'm a slasher, my preferred genre, but Postcards literally blew me away on every level. Go discover it for the first time, or go and revisit-- remember and cherish this superb treasure.

Authors Summary: Teyla starts sending postcards to Jeannie on Earth. Soon the whole gang gets into the act.

There was no light in Teyla's quarters, and Rodney stood outside for a long time, raising his hand to knock, then lowering it again. Several times he turned to leave, then hesitated, turned back, lifted his hand and once again let it fall.

He must have stood there for close to a half-hour, dithering and starting to leave and turning back again, when the door opened. Teyla stood blinking in the light of the hallway, wearing a loose flowing shirt with a robe pulled over it. "Come in, Rodney," was all she said, before turning back to the dimly lit interior of her quarters.

He followed her inside, very awkwardly. He'd never actually been in Teyla's quarters, and certainly not at two in the morning. "How'd you know I was there?"

A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth, the first smile that Rodney could remember seeing on her face in days. "I could hear you."

"I was quiet." He hit the button to close the door, then had to stop himself from lunging to open it again. He was in Teyla's quarters. At night. With the door shut. Hopefully nobody had seen him. He'd never live it down.

Her smile only deepened a bit. But it was a genuine smile, and it even reached her eyes. "Sit down. I will make us tea."

"What? I was quiet!" Still feeling monumentally awkward, he sat down on a low, backless wicker chair beside her bed, and cast nervous glances around. He felt like an intruder, but couldn't help being curious. Teyla's quarters were so different from anywhere else on Atlantis that they might as well be on another planet. Draperies of dark, rich fabric covered the walls, and the only light came from a candle on her bedside table, casting the corners of the room into shadow. It was very much like being in some kind of primitive hut; the sense of the exotic was heightened further by a faint, spicy scent on the air -- some kind of incense? The few technological touches in the room -- a laptop on a wicker table in the corner, an electric teakettle which she had just plugged in -- looked as out of place as a Maori tribesman at a Fortune 500 board meeting.

"I can see that Ronon and I have much to teach you about stealth, Rodney." Teyla poured hot water into two cups and spooned a dark substance from a small, clay pot. The musky scent of the tea mingled with the spicier undertones of incense or whatever it was that she used to make her quarters smell this way.

Rodney accepted the handleless cup from her, with a certain amount of relief that at last his hands had something to do other than fidget in his lap. "Okay, so, uh."

"Indeed." Teyla seated herself on the bed and tucked her feet up under her.

Postcards to Jeannie