(venus in furs)

But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down
Redeem the time, redeem the dream
The token of the word unheard, unspoken

Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew

And after this our exile


Nondisclosure Agreement
Twenty-five things John Sheppard doesn't tell anyone, including himself.

[ After that night in Kosovo, the night nobody who's left knows about, John made a vow -- not a promise but a vow; vows are harder to break and hurt more when you do -- that he would never kill out of anger, only out of necessity. He has broken this vow twice since then. ]

A Long Gold Sliding Into Dawn
and first you decide what you've got to do, and then you go out and do it, and maybe the most that we can do is just to see each other through it. When John came to Atlantis, he thought he was grounding himself forever. A story about what's not being said. Adult.

[ "Idiot," Rodney says and takes off his shirt, and "in the middle of something vitally important for our continued ability to breathe," Rodney says and toes off his boots, and "good thing they called me to let me know you were done trying to kill yourself by playing hero again," Rodney says and unbuttons his pants, and the shower doesn't get any less annoyingly anemic but Rodney's his own portable hurricane. ]

Freedom's Just Another Word For Nothing Left To Lose
Because the meaning of life is "do the next thing", and we all carry the seeds of the past into our future. Futurefic, Rodney-centric. Extended spoiler-laden author's DVD commentary here, but read the story first.

[ "SGC finally stops calling him by December. Rodney celebrates by writing a final exam for his relativity class so difficult that it reduces four students to tears in the exam hall. Upon reflection, he decides to be merciful and offer partial credit." ]

And The Band's Playing "Hail To The Chief"
"Freedom's Just Another Word For Nothing Left To Lose": ten years after: when I was three, my mother said to me, eat up your greens and say your grace, while on TV they put a dog in space and left her there (you shoulda seen her face)

[ Fifteen years after Rodney begins teaching at The Little State University That Could, Dr. Vail announces his retirement, and Rodney is appointed chairman of the Physics department -- for his sins, Rodney says mournfully, and Katherine, who is the only person who has managed to learn not to take him seriously, laughs. ]

The Beauty of Flight
Because the absolute worst patient is another doctor, and that's not just true in medicine. Also because I have the world's worst travel mojo.

[ "I might have mentioned," he said, slowly, "how much I despise commercial air travel." ]

City On the Edge of Forever: the pilot
SGA the way it might have been if they hadn't managed to accidentally turn on the Stupid Generator.

[ The first thing Elizabeth Weir did when she received final confirmation of the Atlantis mission was to sit down with every member of a SGC gate team who'd ever been stranded off-world for more than 48 hours and ask them one simple question: what item or items would you have needed to have brought with you, to keep yourself alive and well if Earth had never been able to come back and get ]

The Stonemason's Buildings Want For His Hands Again
It's not about being shipwrecked; it's about what happens when you have to come back. Title, inspiration, and heavy imagery drawn from the poem Possibilities of Love by Ed Kleinschmidt.


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[ He dreams of a thousand shades of blue, robin's-egg sky and sapphire water and quick, cool eyes. He has never been able to taste in dreams before, but now he wakes every morning with salt and sunwarmed sand and the bite of ripened fruit on the back of his tongue. Sometimes he must stop and rest his palms on the skin of Atlantis, feel her hum and her quiver and remind himself he has returned. ]

Rodney McKay Is A Very Bad Manager
I justify myself by saying that it was performance reviews month. Warning for gratuitous use of Word documents. For the Documentation Challenge.

dulce et decorum est pro patria caedere
For the Post Secret challenge.

Widow's Walk
Elizabeth is the one to wait, and Zelenka is the one who's done waiting. Written for the Left Behind challenge.

[ Elizabeth wonders if those fishermen's wives ever dreamed of a time when their granddaughters and great-granddaughters would hold the fate of an entire city in their hands, instead of filling their days with sewing and cooking and house-work. She is far from Provincetown now, in years and in light-years, but some things never change. ]

fic gremlins

[ Sometimes [info]frostfire_17 and I stay up too late together. All of these are cowritten with her, or, perhaps, "co-committed". ]

Blood Beat Back
Who the hell touches a Wraith? Daniel Jackson, apparently. SG-1/SGA crossover, AU.

[ Michael snarls, softly. He doesn't have the right voice to give it the true ring of terror anymore, but this mostly-human approximation can still ring dangerous when he wants it to. "Kind of hard to accept sympathy from food," he says. ]

Aliens Made Them Do It
And Rodney's really not okay with this fact.

[ John's a good enough lover, clumsy and somewhat uncertain but caring and tender anyway, and damn it, he should not know this about the man he has to work with. Every day. He's going to be looking at John across the mess hall table and remembering the splay of John's fingers across his ribs, almost-but-not-quite tickling. ]

Nothing Hurts Like Your Mouth
The one where John likes sucking cock. A lot.

[ John was pretty sure it was going to be awkward, had known even while he was too busy thinking of the taste of Rodney at the back of his tongue, but still, he bumps his shoulder against Rodney's when they're filing out and says "lunch?" and Rodney jumps like he's been electrocuted. ]

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