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Amnesiac by Cesperanza (NC-17)
Hey, SGA fans! It's been a few years since I drove the van for SGA, so I'm going to be rec'cing mostly older/classic fics (from when I was more active in the fandom) and maybe a few new gems. I'm a McKay/Sheppard girl, so most of the fare will be that pairing, and I thought we'd have some fun with tropes this time out.
This week: Amnesia! So maybe you don't like amnesia stories - or maybe you've just forgotten that you like them! Either way, this is a good chance to revisit, as if for the first time, these great examples of the trope.
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Length: ~ 4000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cesperanza
Author Website: Speranza's fiction
Why this must be read: There's a reason that amnesia fics work. Imagine waking up without a clue who you are or what the circumstances of your life are, and then having to puzzle out all the subtleties of relationships with nothing more to go on than how other people react to you. If you're John Sheppard and you work in Atlantis, this process is far more fraught than it is for normal people.
"I thought I'd go shower, change, get some dinner," the Canadian replies.
"Sounds great; can I come?" he asks.
"For a shower?" the Canadian asks with all the sarcasm he can muster, which turns out to be a lot, so he cuts the legs out from under him by just saying, "Yeah."
"What's wrong with your shower?" the Canadian inquires.
"Nothing," he replies, and that's true; the only problem is that he doesn't know where it is.
The Canadian stares for a long moment, then shrugs and gestures to a door two doors down, which opens as they near it. "Go ahead," the Canadian says; he strips off his jacket and heads straight for a bullet-shaped coffee machine that's started burbling, apparently triggered by their entry into the room. "It's all yours."
He stands there and watches the Canadian pour a cup, add milk, add sugar, and then he closes his eyes and wills himself to remember who he is and what he's doing.
~~~
But he can't, and when he hears the Canadian say, "Are you okay? What's wrong with you?" he opens his eyes and takes the cup of coffee out of the Canadian's hand before he kisses him. So far he's been right about everything, and he's right about this, too, because the Canadian snakes a warm arm around his neck, and pulls him in, and opens his mouth. The kiss is long and sweet and hot enough that he's hard by the end of it, and he's just about to suggest a before-dinner quickie when the Canadian pulls away and squints up at him, and says, a little breathlessly, "You hit your head, didn't you?"
Read the story / Feedback the author: Amnesiac
This week: Amnesia! So maybe you don't like amnesia stories - or maybe you've just forgotten that you like them! Either way, this is a good chance to revisit, as if for the first time, these great examples of the trope.
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Length: ~ 4000 words
Author on LJ:
cesperanzaAuthor Website: Speranza's fiction
Why this must be read: There's a reason that amnesia fics work. Imagine waking up without a clue who you are or what the circumstances of your life are, and then having to puzzle out all the subtleties of relationships with nothing more to go on than how other people react to you. If you're John Sheppard and you work in Atlantis, this process is far more fraught than it is for normal people.
"I thought I'd go shower, change, get some dinner," the Canadian replies.
"Sounds great; can I come?" he asks.
"For a shower?" the Canadian asks with all the sarcasm he can muster, which turns out to be a lot, so he cuts the legs out from under him by just saying, "Yeah."
"What's wrong with your shower?" the Canadian inquires.
"Nothing," he replies, and that's true; the only problem is that he doesn't know where it is.
The Canadian stares for a long moment, then shrugs and gestures to a door two doors down, which opens as they near it. "Go ahead," the Canadian says; he strips off his jacket and heads straight for a bullet-shaped coffee machine that's started burbling, apparently triggered by their entry into the room. "It's all yours."
He stands there and watches the Canadian pour a cup, add milk, add sugar, and then he closes his eyes and wills himself to remember who he is and what he's doing.
~~~
But he can't, and when he hears the Canadian say, "Are you okay? What's wrong with you?" he opens his eyes and takes the cup of coffee out of the Canadian's hand before he kisses him. So far he's been right about everything, and he's right about this, too, because the Canadian snakes a warm arm around his neck, and pulls him in, and opens his mouth. The kiss is long and sweet and hot enough that he's hard by the end of it, and he's just about to suggest a before-dinner quickie when the Canadian pulls away and squints up at him, and says, a little breathlessly, "You hit your head, didn't you?"
Read the story / Feedback the author: Amnesiac
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