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As Far As it Takes by Eildon Rhymer (PG-13)
Hoping my internet connection stays on long enough for this to post. And I apologize profusely if this has been recced here before. I couldn't see that it had but I was rather hurrying along in the hope my still wonky connection would hold long enough for me to post.
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: None
Length: 17k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rhymer23
Author Website: http://www.rhymer.org.uk/
Why this must be read:
Although the author claims this is just a self indulgent story with gratuitous whump, I beg to differ. Besides I like some gratuitous whump. But there's some great character-driven scenes in this too and some wonderful dialogue and friendship moments.
"I'm not giving up," Sheppard whispered.
"Really?" Rodney laughed harshly. "Because from where I'm standing…"
"Not giving up." Sheppard's voice was a thread of straw in the wind. "Just… changing tactics."
"Which is a ridiculous thing to say." Rodney scraped at his face again. Were those tears? No, of course not, because he never cried. But he thought of sitting here in the darkness, watching Sheppard die, and then dying himself from the poison. He thought of the bad guys catching up with them, and Sheppard wasn't going to be any use now, and Rodney couldn't hold off half a dozen of them with just one antiquated gun. But the Gate was how many hours away, and he'd probably die of poison long before he reached it. If he was going to die anyway, then it was better to die here.
Sheppard's lips tightened in something that could almost, in some sick, heartbreaking way, be seen as a smile. "Stay positive, Rodney."
"Oh. Oh. Like you are?" But he scraped the heel of his hand over his eyes, because in the crazy place that was Sheppard World, he guessed that Sheppard was. If Sheppard believed that Rodney was doomed to die of the poison, then there was no point in sending him on. Sheppard was sending him away because he still thought that Rodney could be saved. "But I don't do optimism, Colonel," Rodney said, "and it does hurt, and I… I think my legs are going numb, and I haven't eaten or drunk anything for hours, and, you know, hypoglycaemia." But he found himself standing up. "I'm probably going to die long before I reach the Gate."
Sheppard said nothing, and his eyes were closed. Rodney crouched down and touched his throat. Still alive for now, but barely, the pulse fast and shallow, and the skin like ice. "So long, John," he murmured, and he thought that perhaps there was a slight twitching of the muscles around Sheppard's eyes, to show that he had heard, but perhaps it was just his imagination.
As Far As It Takes
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: None
Length: 17k
Author on LJ:
rhymer23Author Website: http://www.rhymer.org.uk/
Why this must be read:
Although the author claims this is just a self indulgent story with gratuitous whump, I beg to differ. Besides I like some gratuitous whump. But there's some great character-driven scenes in this too and some wonderful dialogue and friendship moments.
"I'm not giving up," Sheppard whispered.
"Really?" Rodney laughed harshly. "Because from where I'm standing…"
"Not giving up." Sheppard's voice was a thread of straw in the wind. "Just… changing tactics."
"Which is a ridiculous thing to say." Rodney scraped at his face again. Were those tears? No, of course not, because he never cried. But he thought of sitting here in the darkness, watching Sheppard die, and then dying himself from the poison. He thought of the bad guys catching up with them, and Sheppard wasn't going to be any use now, and Rodney couldn't hold off half a dozen of them with just one antiquated gun. But the Gate was how many hours away, and he'd probably die of poison long before he reached it. If he was going to die anyway, then it was better to die here.
Sheppard's lips tightened in something that could almost, in some sick, heartbreaking way, be seen as a smile. "Stay positive, Rodney."
"Oh. Oh. Like you are?" But he scraped the heel of his hand over his eyes, because in the crazy place that was Sheppard World, he guessed that Sheppard was. If Sheppard believed that Rodney was doomed to die of the poison, then there was no point in sending him on. Sheppard was sending him away because he still thought that Rodney could be saved. "But I don't do optimism, Colonel," Rodney said, "and it does hurt, and I… I think my legs are going numb, and I haven't eaten or drunk anything for hours, and, you know, hypoglycaemia." But he found himself standing up. "I'm probably going to die long before I reach the Gate."
Sheppard said nothing, and his eyes were closed. Rodney crouched down and touched his throat. Still alive for now, but barely, the pulse fast and shallow, and the skin like ice. "So long, John," he murmured, and he thought that perhaps there was a slight twitching of the muscles around Sheppard's eyes, to show that he had heard, but perhaps it was just his imagination.
As Far As It Takes