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crack_van2010-04-11 06:59 pm
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The New Frontier by Sarah T (PG)
Fandom: STARGATE: ATLANTIS
Pairing: gen
Length: 12,685 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
harriet_spy
Author Website: .sometimes you need a story.
Why this must be read:
This fic has an amazing outsider POV. Sometimes, it's easier to have an outside POV because you don't need to pay as close of attention to the characterization of a more difficult character, but the author doesn't shy away from that at all. The world this story takes place on it rich and detailed and the characters all fully conceived.
It's a fic that takes place after the war and John is wandering about by himself. John stays awhile and helps out a small settlement, only to be confronted by an enemy of his not-too-long-ago past. You only get glimpses and guesses at what happened in the final war, but this is a character study and you're left feeling alright not knowing everything that happened.
Poetic prose and with a lovely flow to it all. In the end, you're as close to the persona who is telling the story as to John. Everyone matures and changes and it's wonderful to read something that's fairly simple in plot (as in no technobabble or war strategy), but delves deep into the emotional senses.
He was still standing behind Father, and there was something odd about his stance. Something I remembered from training with him. I started to open my mouth, but he winked at me. "She can handle it," he finished, and brought the rolling pin down on Father's temple.
I gasped. Father groaned and slumped forward, the gun falling from his hand. Mother burst into the room. "John, what's going on?"
"No one can blame him for not going now." John picked up the gun and ejected the ammunition, flinging it out the window into the night.
"Y-you're going," I choked.
"Looks like it." John felt Father's pulse. "I think he'll be okay, but you'd better brew him some medicine, Malla. He's going to have a hell of a headache when he wakes up."
Mother was still frozen. Then she said, "Oh, John," and flung her arms around him, eyes glistening.
John let her hug him for a second, then straightened up. "I'd better get this over with." He gently clapped Father on the back. "Otherwise he'll be up to stop me."
"Come back to us," Mother said.
"I'm not the suicidal type." He glanced across at me. "Anjie?"
Everything was too big inside me. I couldn't tell whether I loved or hated him more for being who he was, what he was, but I had already promised myself I wouldn't run away, and I stuck to it. I just nodded at him.
He smiled. "See you later."
The New Frontier
Pairing: gen
Length: 12,685 words
Author on LJ:
harriet_spyAuthor Website: .sometimes you need a story.
Why this must be read:
This fic has an amazing outsider POV. Sometimes, it's easier to have an outside POV because you don't need to pay as close of attention to the characterization of a more difficult character, but the author doesn't shy away from that at all. The world this story takes place on it rich and detailed and the characters all fully conceived.
It's a fic that takes place after the war and John is wandering about by himself. John stays awhile and helps out a small settlement, only to be confronted by an enemy of his not-too-long-ago past. You only get glimpses and guesses at what happened in the final war, but this is a character study and you're left feeling alright not knowing everything that happened.
Poetic prose and with a lovely flow to it all. In the end, you're as close to the persona who is telling the story as to John. Everyone matures and changes and it's wonderful to read something that's fairly simple in plot (as in no technobabble or war strategy), but delves deep into the emotional senses.
He was still standing behind Father, and there was something odd about his stance. Something I remembered from training with him. I started to open my mouth, but he winked at me. "She can handle it," he finished, and brought the rolling pin down on Father's temple.
I gasped. Father groaned and slumped forward, the gun falling from his hand. Mother burst into the room. "John, what's going on?"
"No one can blame him for not going now." John picked up the gun and ejected the ammunition, flinging it out the window into the night.
"Y-you're going," I choked.
"Looks like it." John felt Father's pulse. "I think he'll be okay, but you'd better brew him some medicine, Malla. He's going to have a hell of a headache when he wakes up."
Mother was still frozen. Then she said, "Oh, John," and flung her arms around him, eyes glistening.
John let her hug him for a second, then straightened up. "I'd better get this over with." He gently clapped Father on the back. "Otherwise he'll be up to stop me."
"Come back to us," Mother said.
"I'm not the suicidal type." He glanced across at me. "Anjie?"
Everything was too big inside me. I couldn't tell whether I loved or hated him more for being who he was, what he was, but I had already promised myself I wouldn't run away, and I stuck to it. I just nodded at him.
He smiled. "See you later."
The New Frontier