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crack_van2010-04-15 06:41 pm
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Stargate: Atlantis/Stargate: SG1 (NC-17)
Title: At The Hour When We Are Trembling by frostfire
Pairing: John Sheppard/Daniel Jackson
Length: 36,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
frostfire_17
Author Website: fanfiction by frostfire
Why this must be read:
The only fic I've read this pairing in, I know at first I was cautious. If I'm not reading McShep, I'm usually reading John/Cam or John/Lorne. I like the flyboys together. But the author makes some lovely parallels between Rodney and Daniel and the setup makes the pairing very realistic. The two didn't know each other so the story weaves the connection for you without ignoring the past. It's a unique look at Daniel, too. I think most of us liken Sheppard to O'Neill, but this author captures the differences nicely, just in the interpretation of the archeologist.
It's an apocalypse-on-Earth fic with John longing for Atlantis and the Wraith destroying the SGC and Area 51. It's sad and desolate. It's a wonderful psychological look at our heroes we don't often get. Even in some of the most tragic apocalypse fics where lovers and brothers die, somehow, our heroes keep going on. And sure, we're worried they'll crack. But the author makes it clear and somehow so much more real in this fic than many others. The boys aren't going to die by running out of food or because of a virus. They're going to crack, plain and simple. But still, there's hope.
“This sucks,” he says to Daniel by their campfire in Missouri, after the day of three—three—Wraith attacks (only one casualty, but one was enough. And it was Michalowski. John liked Michalowski).
Daniel raises his eyebrows. “Yes,” he says, in his duh voice. John is becoming familiar with that voice, and it sometimes causes him to wonder why no one, on any of the other sides or on this one, has killed Dr. Jackson before now. (Possibly it has something to do with the fact that Daniel really is supernaturally good-looking, especially for a geek. John can’t help looking, sometimes, the same way he occasionally notices Ronon’s shoulders, or Teyla’s legs, or even Elizabeth’s mouth or Rodney’s ass. It’s instinct, and it’s not like he’s getting any anywhere else. And it’s a distraction from their situation, which, after all, sucks.)
At The Hour When We Are Trembling
Pairing: John Sheppard/Daniel Jackson
Length: 36,000 words
Author on LJ:
frostfire_17Author Website: fanfiction by frostfire
Why this must be read:
The only fic I've read this pairing in, I know at first I was cautious. If I'm not reading McShep, I'm usually reading John/Cam or John/Lorne. I like the flyboys together. But the author makes some lovely parallels between Rodney and Daniel and the setup makes the pairing very realistic. The two didn't know each other so the story weaves the connection for you without ignoring the past. It's a unique look at Daniel, too. I think most of us liken Sheppard to O'Neill, but this author captures the differences nicely, just in the interpretation of the archeologist.
It's an apocalypse-on-Earth fic with John longing for Atlantis and the Wraith destroying the SGC and Area 51. It's sad and desolate. It's a wonderful psychological look at our heroes we don't often get. Even in some of the most tragic apocalypse fics where lovers and brothers die, somehow, our heroes keep going on. And sure, we're worried they'll crack. But the author makes it clear and somehow so much more real in this fic than many others. The boys aren't going to die by running out of food or because of a virus. They're going to crack, plain and simple. But still, there's hope.
“This sucks,” he says to Daniel by their campfire in Missouri, after the day of three—three—Wraith attacks (only one casualty, but one was enough. And it was Michalowski. John liked Michalowski).
Daniel raises his eyebrows. “Yes,” he says, in his duh voice. John is becoming familiar with that voice, and it sometimes causes him to wonder why no one, on any of the other sides or on this one, has killed Dr. Jackson before now. (Possibly it has something to do with the fact that Daniel really is supernaturally good-looking, especially for a geek. John can’t help looking, sometimes, the same way he occasionally notices Ronon’s shoulders, or Teyla’s legs, or even Elizabeth’s mouth or Rodney’s ass. It’s instinct, and it’s not like he’s getting any anywhere else. And it’s a distraction from their situation, which, after all, sucks.)
At The Hour When We Are Trembling
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