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What Is Lost by kiku65 (PG-13)
Fandom: STARGATE: ATLANTIS
Pairing: none
Length: <2000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kiku65
Author Website: kiku65 @ ff.net
Why this must be read:
Sheppard has been hurt – damaged is probably a better word, actually – and found by Todd. The focus of the story is on Todd caring for Sheppard and how Todd feels about Sheppard. Todd's characterization is quite lovely. And the way it's written, alternating between past and present, heightens the mystery of what the heck happened to Sheppard.
There is a difference between rescuing someone and freeing them. Todd was only just starting to realise that.
Rescue had not been his intention. Nor salvation. If he had done things differently; if he had walked down another corridor, left his lab earlier, left it later, hadn’t kept putting off feeding because of his work, had decided to put it off a little longer... if things had just been different, just the slightest bit different, then he never would have had those intentions at all.
He wonders, sometimes, if it would have been kinder to have kept on walking.
*
Sheppard had hardly split any of the mashed-grain porridge when Todd returned, but he had still managed to spread it over most of his face. It was a vast improvement; a few lunar months ago by Lantean time most of it would have ended up on the floor, and only weeks before that Todd had had to carefully spoon it into Sheppard’s mouth himself. The Wraith wiped the mess away wordlessly, because there was nothing to be said.
The human wriggled delightedly under the damp cloth, leaning his face upwards with his eyes tightly closed, and hugged him after he was done. As it often did the hug turned into something fiercer, as though he was frightened Todd might be taken away. Perhaps that was even what he thought. The Wraith let him cling a little longer (and if he drew comfort burying his face in that mop of dark hair then who was to know?), before gently picking him up and sitting down on his bed with the human cradled in his lap, the crown of his head tucked safely under Todd’s chin.
He sat still and waited until Sheppard was asleep, then sat still a little more until merciful oblivion took him.
What Is Lost and its sequel What Is Looked For (Read the header info on this one)
Pairing: none
Length: <2000 words
Author on LJ:
kiku65Author Website: kiku65 @ ff.net
Why this must be read:
Sheppard has been hurt – damaged is probably a better word, actually – and found by Todd. The focus of the story is on Todd caring for Sheppard and how Todd feels about Sheppard. Todd's characterization is quite lovely. And the way it's written, alternating between past and present, heightens the mystery of what the heck happened to Sheppard.
There is a difference between rescuing someone and freeing them. Todd was only just starting to realise that.
Rescue had not been his intention. Nor salvation. If he had done things differently; if he had walked down another corridor, left his lab earlier, left it later, hadn’t kept putting off feeding because of his work, had decided to put it off a little longer... if things had just been different, just the slightest bit different, then he never would have had those intentions at all.
He wonders, sometimes, if it would have been kinder to have kept on walking.
Sheppard had hardly split any of the mashed-grain porridge when Todd returned, but he had still managed to spread it over most of his face. It was a vast improvement; a few lunar months ago by Lantean time most of it would have ended up on the floor, and only weeks before that Todd had had to carefully spoon it into Sheppard’s mouth himself. The Wraith wiped the mess away wordlessly, because there was nothing to be said.
The human wriggled delightedly under the damp cloth, leaning his face upwards with his eyes tightly closed, and hugged him after he was done. As it often did the hug turned into something fiercer, as though he was frightened Todd might be taken away. Perhaps that was even what he thought. The Wraith let him cling a little longer (and if he drew comfort burying his face in that mop of dark hair then who was to know?), before gently picking him up and sitting down on his bed with the human cradled in his lap, the crown of his head tucked safely under Todd’s chin.
He sat still and waited until Sheppard was asleep, then sat still a little more until merciful oblivion took him.
What Is Lost and its sequel What Is Looked For (Read the header info on this one)