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liketheriver (T - rated by author)
So nice to be back here driving the van for the Stargate franchise. Starting off with an SGA one.
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: None
Length: 15, 900 words in 2 parts
Author on LJ:liketheriver
Author Website: liketheriver
Why this must be read: The opening lines sucked me into this straight away. Just the idea of Rodney being so bereft at the loss of his friends that he'd do anything to get them back resonated really strongly with me. Added to that, this is Rodney being the one who has to rescue the others, at least to begin with and I was head over heels for this story.
Summary: When the team becomes trapped in an Ancient prison, it's up to Rodney to bust them out of their individual cells. The problem is, it's all in their minds.
Ironically, it was Rodney who first realized something wasn’t right. He simply turned to the Russian scientist working on the naquadah generator beside him and said, “I’ll do whatever you want, just, please give them back to me.”
The woman blinked in confusion, started to ask what he was talking about, but McKay cut her off. “They’re real, I know they’re real and I’m not entirely sure, but I think you’re not. So whatever you want from us, I’ll do it. Just give me my team back.”
Every night for the past two weeks, Rodney had dreamed of them– three people, two men and a woman, who felt so familiar that he could feel the ache of them not being there when he woke in the morning. Rodney wasn’t the type to have close friends, not since childhood, and even those friendships had been precarious at best. And moving around like he had for most of his career, didn’t lead to many chances at lasting or even meaningful relationships. Which was why he was so convinced that these people were real… his imagination wasn’t nearly good enough to have dreamed up their names much less his feelings for them, especially considering who they were. An air force pilot and two aliens from fairly primitive societies in another galaxy? Not exactly his type, that was for damn sure. But in his dreams he could recognize them from the pattern of their breathing alone, tell which one was behind him without turning around, and trusted them with his life just as much as they seemed to trust him.
Prison Break
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: None
Length: 15, 900 words in 2 parts
Author on LJ:
liketheriverAuthor Website: liketheriver
Why this must be read: The opening lines sucked me into this straight away. Just the idea of Rodney being so bereft at the loss of his friends that he'd do anything to get them back resonated really strongly with me. Added to that, this is Rodney being the one who has to rescue the others, at least to begin with and I was head over heels for this story.
Summary: When the team becomes trapped in an Ancient prison, it's up to Rodney to bust them out of their individual cells. The problem is, it's all in their minds.
Ironically, it was Rodney who first realized something wasn’t right. He simply turned to the Russian scientist working on the naquadah generator beside him and said, “I’ll do whatever you want, just, please give them back to me.”
The woman blinked in confusion, started to ask what he was talking about, but McKay cut her off. “They’re real, I know they’re real and I’m not entirely sure, but I think you’re not. So whatever you want from us, I’ll do it. Just give me my team back.”
Every night for the past two weeks, Rodney had dreamed of them– three people, two men and a woman, who felt so familiar that he could feel the ache of them not being there when he woke in the morning. Rodney wasn’t the type to have close friends, not since childhood, and even those friendships had been precarious at best. And moving around like he had for most of his career, didn’t lead to many chances at lasting or even meaningful relationships. Which was why he was so convinced that these people were real… his imagination wasn’t nearly good enough to have dreamed up their names much less his feelings for them, especially considering who they were. An air force pilot and two aliens from fairly primitive societies in another galaxy? Not exactly his type, that was for damn sure. But in his dreams he could recognize them from the pattern of their breathing alone, tell which one was behind him without turning around, and trusted them with his life just as much as they seemed to trust him.
Prison Break