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sga_flashficTitle: Playing Dead
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Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 200 years after the mission from Earth, in an Atlantis where the ATA gene is only a legend, people like John Sheppard are practically magicians . Of course, this has its own complications…
Notes: You know those long, long supernatural romance series where the heroine kicks demonic tail, and her love for the hunky hero never quite gets totally resolved despite vigorous boffing by the second book? Well, Harlequin does those too – and much to my surprise, apparently so do I.
Sort of.
Inspired by, and enthusiastically stolen from Staying Dead by Laura Anne Gilman.
Sadly the first part is going to stand alone here, because this is as far as I could get by tonight. Rest assured, though, that if more gets written, it’ll probably pop up over at Harlequin_SGA
Please be aware that this is intentionally written in the style of such books, as a lark. This in no way is my personal interpretation of the actual characters.
Back copy:
Beneath the world we know, there is another and older…
It was supposed to be an easy job – but easy jobs can end up the adventure of a lifetime when you’re dealing with hidden knowledge and mysterious alien technology.
As a Fixer, John Sheppard’s job is to find and wake the lingering traces of another, more ancient and mysterious, city under the skin of his thoroughly modern hometown Atlantis. To awaken the sleeping giant and sometimes even bend it to his will – all in secret, of course. Usually, the gig is challenging, addictive, pretty damn cool and only a little risky. But sometimes….
Well, take this case. There’s this statue, rumored to have incredible healing abilities – study it, stroke it, wake the long sleeping power within. Simple, right? Wrong. This time, John’s skills, charm and unique heritage aren’t enough , so it’s a good thing he’s got connections. Well, if by connections you mean an alien (with a disconcerting lack of clothes), a disembodied mentor who isn’t all there anymore, and anyone else he can drag in - including Rodney, his business partner (and maybe a little more?).
Sometimes a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do, even when it means facing the dark underbelly of the city of shining towers.
“Hey mister, how long are you gonna take?” John blinked up at a grubby woman in green coveralls, brought back to the real world with a thump. “Can I trim those bushes now, or do I haveta go on lunch break first?”
John got up without a word, and paced over to another vantage point in the courtyard, eyes remaining on the statue even as he moved. “Amateur,” he smirked, under his breath. That gardener had nothing on some of the people John Sheppard knew. All of his attention was on the giant winged woman in front of him, built of multicolored permaglass with a filigreed metal frame.
He could feel mechanism within her, sense the ancient workings in the statue straining to come to life, but she would not wake, not even to light the glow he knew was built into the heart of her. Touching her gently, reaching up to stroke the delicate half-opened wings, he felt a huge surge of power. A surge of power, and then nothing, as if she had exhausted all her reserves. John shrugged, and blew out a frustrated breath. There was no choice. He’d have to call his agent.
John pressed one on the speed dial of his com-bracelet and waited.
It rang twice and got answered by a quickly bitten out “Well?”
“Well, nothing. There’s something there, all right. There’s something there and it won’t wake up.”
“Won’t wake up. That’s very helpful. Won’t wake up, how? Dead, hostile, DNA locked, what?” McKay’s harried voice relaxed into the amused, if distracted, routine of talking the ‘talent’ through yet another burst of intuition.
John twisted his mouth in thought. “I don’t know. It felt…tired. Like it was trying to work, but was out of fuel. I think you should come out here with the scanning equipment. This is going to be a hard one.”
“I can’t come out right now, okay? Promise it my firstborn or something. See if that wakes it up.”
“You don’t have a firstborn, Rodney. You’d only have kids by accident, and you’re gayer than I am.”
Something went ‘bing’ in the background on the other end of the line, and McKay’s voice started getting faster again. “All the more reason to promise it. Look, this is all very fascinating, but I have a simulation about thirty two seconds from completion. Can you call me after lab hours?”
“And the client? The very rich, very impatient client?” John asked.
“Call it preliminary fact-finding and we’ll charge him extra. You’ll think of something.” And with that, he hung up.
“I’ll think of something?” John asked the silent bracelet, and then shook his head. That man definitely owed him dinner.
Further parts, if completed, would certainly involve dastardly employers, Jack O'Neill - John's newly Ascended mentor who's never been the same since that brain-sucking device, more faux-futuristic technobabble, the culture of a Pegasus Galaxy cut off from Earth for 200 years, John's hopeless crush on his agent, Rodney's hopeless crush on the talent, Kavanagh the grumpy receptionist and an Asgard informant John insists on calling "Dick".
Author:
grey_bardPairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 200 years after the mission from Earth, in an Atlantis where the ATA gene is only a legend, people like John Sheppard are practically magicians . Of course, this has its own complications…
Notes: You know those long, long supernatural romance series where the heroine kicks demonic tail, and her love for the hunky hero never quite gets totally resolved despite vigorous boffing by the second book? Well, Harlequin does those too – and much to my surprise, apparently so do I.
Sort of.
Inspired by, and enthusiastically stolen from Staying Dead by Laura Anne Gilman.
Sadly the first part is going to stand alone here, because this is as far as I could get by tonight. Rest assured, though, that if more gets written, it’ll probably pop up over at Harlequin_SGA
Please be aware that this is intentionally written in the style of such books, as a lark. This in no way is my personal interpretation of the actual characters.
Back copy:
Beneath the world we know, there is another and older…
It was supposed to be an easy job – but easy jobs can end up the adventure of a lifetime when you’re dealing with hidden knowledge and mysterious alien technology.
As a Fixer, John Sheppard’s job is to find and wake the lingering traces of another, more ancient and mysterious, city under the skin of his thoroughly modern hometown Atlantis. To awaken the sleeping giant and sometimes even bend it to his will – all in secret, of course. Usually, the gig is challenging, addictive, pretty damn cool and only a little risky. But sometimes….
Well, take this case. There’s this statue, rumored to have incredible healing abilities – study it, stroke it, wake the long sleeping power within. Simple, right? Wrong. This time, John’s skills, charm and unique heritage aren’t enough , so it’s a good thing he’s got connections. Well, if by connections you mean an alien (with a disconcerting lack of clothes), a disembodied mentor who isn’t all there anymore, and anyone else he can drag in - including Rodney, his business partner (and maybe a little more?).
Sometimes a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do, even when it means facing the dark underbelly of the city of shining towers.
“Hey mister, how long are you gonna take?” John blinked up at a grubby woman in green coveralls, brought back to the real world with a thump. “Can I trim those bushes now, or do I haveta go on lunch break first?”
John got up without a word, and paced over to another vantage point in the courtyard, eyes remaining on the statue even as he moved. “Amateur,” he smirked, under his breath. That gardener had nothing on some of the people John Sheppard knew. All of his attention was on the giant winged woman in front of him, built of multicolored permaglass with a filigreed metal frame.
He could feel mechanism within her, sense the ancient workings in the statue straining to come to life, but she would not wake, not even to light the glow he knew was built into the heart of her. Touching her gently, reaching up to stroke the delicate half-opened wings, he felt a huge surge of power. A surge of power, and then nothing, as if she had exhausted all her reserves. John shrugged, and blew out a frustrated breath. There was no choice. He’d have to call his agent.
John pressed one on the speed dial of his com-bracelet and waited.
It rang twice and got answered by a quickly bitten out “Well?”
“Well, nothing. There’s something there, all right. There’s something there and it won’t wake up.”
“Won’t wake up. That’s very helpful. Won’t wake up, how? Dead, hostile, DNA locked, what?” McKay’s harried voice relaxed into the amused, if distracted, routine of talking the ‘talent’ through yet another burst of intuition.
John twisted his mouth in thought. “I don’t know. It felt…tired. Like it was trying to work, but was out of fuel. I think you should come out here with the scanning equipment. This is going to be a hard one.”
“I can’t come out right now, okay? Promise it my firstborn or something. See if that wakes it up.”
“You don’t have a firstborn, Rodney. You’d only have kids by accident, and you’re gayer than I am.”
Something went ‘bing’ in the background on the other end of the line, and McKay’s voice started getting faster again. “All the more reason to promise it. Look, this is all very fascinating, but I have a simulation about thirty two seconds from completion. Can you call me after lab hours?”
“And the client? The very rich, very impatient client?” John asked.
“Call it preliminary fact-finding and we’ll charge him extra. You’ll think of something.” And with that, he hung up.
“I’ll think of something?” John asked the silent bracelet, and then shook his head. That man definitely owed him dinner.
Further parts, if completed, would certainly involve dastardly employers, Jack O'Neill - John's newly Ascended mentor who's never been the same since that brain-sucking device, more faux-futuristic technobabble, the culture of a Pegasus Galaxy cut off from Earth for 200 years, John's hopeless crush on his agent, Rodney's hopeless crush on the talent, Kavanagh the grumpy receptionist and an Asgard informant John insists on calling "Dick".
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Date: 2005-09-18 08:32 am (UTC)Hey, nice to see ya!
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Date: 2005-09-26 03:33 am (UTC)Crack? What is that crack you speak of? *looks innocent* I need to go kick some of my bunnies after I clean my apartment and go see Serenity again. They've been getting particularly cracky. Now I'm writing Mitchell/Sheppard and desperately wishing for Caldwell/Sheppard...
P.S.Oh, did you hear about the con in DC in 2006?
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