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Simple Truths by SylvanWitch (NC-17)
Hello, I'll be your Atlantis driver for this month. This is my first time driving for SGA :). My favorite alien in the series is Todd, so expect to see a few fics with him as a major character. I apologize for the somewhat late start; work is always crazy before a holiday. So let's buckle up and get this show on the road.
Fandom: STARGATE: ATLANTIS
Pairing: John Sheppard/Todd the Wraith
Length: 5960 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sylvanwitch
Author Website: SylvanWitch @ Wraithbait
Why this must be read:
This story takes "Common Ground" and asks "What if the wraith who claimed John's life could offer something sweet in return?" But it doesn't just retell the episode from that supposition. It delves into John's past and gives him a philosophy that not only guides his decisions in the story itself, but could quite plausibly lie behind many of his choices and actions in canon.
The development of the relationship between John and Todd is well executed, and her John voice is very good. SylvanWitch's use of language is delightful and the descriptions in this are marvelous. And yes, there is sex between Sheppard and Todd, which may be a squick for some, but the focus is on feelings and emotions rather than physical descriptions.
Note: This story was posted days after "Common Ground" aired, so Todd was nameless. In this his name's Dave.
Nothing was ever as simple as it seemed.
Naturally, since it had been true for his whole life, John knew it had to be true for the wraith in the next cell, whose name he'd culled down to Dave, since he couldn't pronounce even the first sibilant syllable of the other's real name.
Dave didn't seem to mind. He responded to the name like he responded to everything, first a stentorian breathing in the darkened corner, then legs longer than should be legal in battered leather, and then that carnival mask of a face, ritual tattoo making John flinch when he considered how it got there.
He'd never liked needles. Needles mounted to motors seemed like something out of de Sade.
What Dave had said to John before they took him out of his cage to the seventies soundstage from hell was, "Give it to me freely and it won't hurt."
John had laughed, and it had in it the same quality of sneering disbelief he'd once expressed when he was sixteen and standing in the sunlit hallway listening to the mystery woman.
It couldn't be that simple, right?
Wrong.
Simple Truths
Fandom: STARGATE: ATLANTIS
Pairing: John Sheppard/Todd the Wraith
Length: 5960 words
Author on LJ:
sylvanwitchAuthor Website: SylvanWitch @ Wraithbait
Why this must be read:
This story takes "Common Ground" and asks "What if the wraith who claimed John's life could offer something sweet in return?" But it doesn't just retell the episode from that supposition. It delves into John's past and gives him a philosophy that not only guides his decisions in the story itself, but could quite plausibly lie behind many of his choices and actions in canon.
The development of the relationship between John and Todd is well executed, and her John voice is very good. SylvanWitch's use of language is delightful and the descriptions in this are marvelous. And yes, there is sex between Sheppard and Todd, which may be a squick for some, but the focus is on feelings and emotions rather than physical descriptions.
Note: This story was posted days after "Common Ground" aired, so Todd was nameless. In this his name's Dave.
Nothing was ever as simple as it seemed.
Naturally, since it had been true for his whole life, John knew it had to be true for the wraith in the next cell, whose name he'd culled down to Dave, since he couldn't pronounce even the first sibilant syllable of the other's real name.
Dave didn't seem to mind. He responded to the name like he responded to everything, first a stentorian breathing in the darkened corner, then legs longer than should be legal in battered leather, and then that carnival mask of a face, ritual tattoo making John flinch when he considered how it got there.
He'd never liked needles. Needles mounted to motors seemed like something out of de Sade.
What Dave had said to John before they took him out of his cage to the seventies soundstage from hell was, "Give it to me freely and it won't hurt."
John had laughed, and it had in it the same quality of sneering disbelief he'd once expressed when he was sixteen and standing in the sunlit hallway listening to the mystery woman.
It couldn't be that simple, right?
Wrong.
Simple Truths