Closer by Nemesis
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Title: Closer
Author: Nemesis,
rogue_planet
Character: John
Rating: PGish?
Length: 106 words
Spoilers: Vague ones for Hive
Summary: John fails
When John was at RPI, he’d lived with a girl named Natasha for almost two years. She was an English major at the college at the bottom of the hill and she spun words like John wove numbers. She’d read aloud to herself and the words nestled in John’s brain beside Stokes' theorem. There just never seemed to be enough paper in the apartment so they’d both taken to writing on the walls during finals, equations and quotations creeping across the living room, Aeschylus and Fermat twining together on the walls. Quagmires of illogic happened when they didn’t start far enough apart. Sometimes, if 1 / (k + 1)< x < 1 / k, then G (x) = Gilgamesh, and “Their ancient happiness of early days was happiness indeed; but now |Fn(x)-F(x)|."
He’d been two weeks from his defense when she’d left him. There’d been no note, no hint that anything was wrong. It would have been kinder if she’d cut his heart out with a spoon. He’d gotten drunk for three days, then he’d thrown four coats of paint on the walls, covering the notes for her honors project and the calculus problems he’d worked out for the undergrad class he’d been teaching. The day after the last coat dried, still covered in the green paint that was now everywhere in the apartment, he’d walked into an Air Force recruitment office and enlisted. He’d do like his father had and fly away from all his problems. John promised he’d never let anyone get that close again.
It wasn’t until Ford’s men took Rodney away he realized he’d failed. Miserably.
Notes: Vaugely Mcshepish, but also contains references to het. Also, very short and meant to be that way. SGA is my drabble fandom
Author: Nemesis,
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Character: John
Rating: PGish?
Length: 106 words
Spoilers: Vague ones for Hive
Summary: John fails
When John was at RPI, he’d lived with a girl named Natasha for almost two years. She was an English major at the college at the bottom of the hill and she spun words like John wove numbers. She’d read aloud to herself and the words nestled in John’s brain beside Stokes' theorem. There just never seemed to be enough paper in the apartment so they’d both taken to writing on the walls during finals, equations and quotations creeping across the living room, Aeschylus and Fermat twining together on the walls. Quagmires of illogic happened when they didn’t start far enough apart. Sometimes, if 1 / (k + 1)< x < 1 / k, then G (x) = Gilgamesh, and “Their ancient happiness of early days was happiness indeed; but now |Fn(x)-F(x)|."
He’d been two weeks from his defense when she’d left him. There’d been no note, no hint that anything was wrong. It would have been kinder if she’d cut his heart out with a spoon. He’d gotten drunk for three days, then he’d thrown four coats of paint on the walls, covering the notes for her honors project and the calculus problems he’d worked out for the undergrad class he’d been teaching. The day after the last coat dried, still covered in the green paint that was now everywhere in the apartment, he’d walked into an Air Force recruitment office and enlisted. He’d do like his father had and fly away from all his problems. John promised he’d never let anyone get that close again.
It wasn’t until Ford’s men took Rodney away he realized he’d failed. Miserably.
Notes: Vaugely Mcshepish, but also contains references to het. Also, very short and meant to be that way. SGA is my drabble fandom
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Date: 2005-11-16 04:05 am (UTC)I try
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Date: 2005-11-16 04:27 am (UTC)... I hope you don't mind if I point out a typo? "walked into an Air Force [office]", I think.
Poor broken-hearted John and the equations all over the walls.
*fixed*
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Date: 2005-11-16 11:32 am (UTC)*hurts*
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Date: 2005-11-16 10:35 pm (UTC)This is beautiful and pithy and a nice suckerpunch at the end. Thanks!
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Date: 2005-11-16 10:41 pm (UTC)Sometimes, if 1 / (k + 1)< x < 1 / k, then G (x) = Gilgamesh, and “Their ancient happiness of early days was happiness indeed; but now |Fn(x)-F(x)|."
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Date: 2005-11-18 06:42 am (UTC)“Their ancient happiness of early days was happiness indeed; but now |Fn(x)-F(x)|."
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Date: 2005-11-18 03:15 pm (UTC)go Engineers
Date: 2005-11-20 09:25 am (UTC)Re: go Engineers
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Date: 2005-11-25 04:59 pm (UTC)Okay, I gotta admit I'm not a fan of slash in the least, but the summary got me interested, so I took a look, and I gotta say I did like it. I adore the math/quotations mix you did. It's... inventive. Original. Unless you had something like that happen to you, writing on walls and such, in which case maybe I should be a little bit afraid of you. ;-)
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Date: 2006-09-25 09:06 pm (UTC)I love the imagery and the idea of them both writing on the walls, and the fact that John had to cover those walls in four coats of paint before he left, summarily burying his past. Though I can't help but wonder what Santilli would think of it. She might like the idea of math and English breeding on the walls like that, but your vision of Gilgamesh would break her.
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:31 am (UTC)This story is one of my favorite background pieces to Truth. Glad you liked.