My Soul From Out That Shadow, by Frostfire
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Author: Frostfire
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Poisoning the Well
Notes: Right. First story. *deep breaths* Unbeta'd because I know exactly zero people in fandom. Feel free to come over to my LJ and help change that.
Also, title from "The Raven"
Summary: Steve has some issues.
Major Sheppard has not come yet today.
He paces his cell. The Lieutenant, the young one, has been standing among the regular guards. He does not know why this person was placed here, just as he does not know why Major Sheppard comes more often, and he does not know why they have been taking tissue samples from his body.
Often, he finds it difficult to care.
He thinks, when he can think. They are conducting experiments. They are researching his body. They are—
—they stand so close. The regular guards will stay far away, as far from him as they can go and remain in the chamber. He sneers at them as he makes a turn; he can smell their fear, see it in their nervous glances as they hug the wall and their pathetic weapons. The Sergeant, when he comes, will step up to the wall, but only for a minute. The Lieutenant stands there, watching him, young and frightened and so close so close he could reach through the bars and have him—
Were it not for the force field, of course.
He remembers the force field. He knows it is there. It is merely…sometimes difficult to concentrate.
He paces. Three angry strides, or five calm ones, and he moves from force field to force field. The Lieutenant remains where he is, and the hunger waxes and wanes as he moves from one end of the cell to the other.
And Major Sheppard…
Major Sheppard speaks to him from barely a hand’s length away. Major Sheppard taunts, and teases, and paces around and around and around his blue-lit world until he thinks he will batter himself against the field until he is unconscious. So close.
The guards he would feed on for revenge, and for nourishment. The young Lieutenant he would savor, each second of feeding, each year of life, correspondent to each hour he has spent staring at the dark face beyond the bars. Major Sheppard…
He wants Major Sheppard under his hand like he has wanted no other. Had he fed on hundreds, were he sated enough to last for a thousand years, he would fight to the death for the privilege. Were he starving, he would give up dozens of easy victims for one chance—so close, so close—
When the Major arrives, he no longer steps up to the cell’s edge to speak with him. He does not think he could control himself; he does not think he would remember the force field, with Sheppard’s face so close to his. He forgot himself once, in a fit of rage as much as hunger, and he will not risk it again.
For the Major teases, and taunts. And if Sheppard knew how the hunger multiplies whenever he steps into the room, how staying in the middle of the cell is an ordeal almost unendurable—
“Hi, Steve.”
So close.
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Date: 2005-04-05 08:09 am (UTC)*waves*
And now you know one person in this fandom! *g*
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Date: 2005-04-05 02:50 pm (UTC)*waves back* You are the first person to comment on my first posted fic. You get a special place in my memory. Yay!
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Date: 2005-04-05 08:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-04-05 08:24 am (UTC)Nice work :)
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Date: 2005-04-05 05:19 pm (UTC)*sparkles* I'm lyrical! Yay.
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From:(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-05 08:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-05 05:24 pm (UTC)...heh. I'm creepy. Go me.
Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2005-04-05 09:02 am (UTC)I loved this bit especially:
He thinks, when he can think. They are conducting experiments. They are researching his body. They are—
—they stand so close. The regular guards will stay far away, as far from him as they can go and remain in the chamber. He sneers at them as he makes a turn; he can smell their fear, see it in their nervous glances as they hug the wall and their pathetic weapons. The Sergeant, when he comes, will step up to the wall, but only for a minute. The Lieutenant stands there, watching him, young and frightened and so close so close he could reach through the bars and have him—
Were it not for the force field, of course.
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Date: 2005-04-05 05:26 pm (UTC)Yeah, I was happy with that part, too, especially the "They are--they stand so close" transition.
So glad you liked it!
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Date: 2005-04-05 09:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-05 05:30 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it! (you said it was fabulous! *swoons from praise* Yay.)
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Date: 2005-04-05 10:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-05 05:31 pm (UTC)...glad you liked it. ^_^
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Date: 2005-04-05 01:50 pm (UTC)...and now I'm hungry.
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Date: 2005-04-05 05:44 pm (UTC)Also glad you liked it. And now that I've (finally) delurked myself, fandom-wise, may I say that you are an absolutely fabulous writer? I've loved your stories for awhile now.
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From:(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-05 02:01 pm (UTC)the eroticization of the hunger; the concept of incorporating your respected enemy and taking his life inside of you; the way he reads Sheppard's bravada as both taunt and challenge;... wonderful voice and pointr of view!
thanks for taking the plunge and sharing this!
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Date: 2005-04-05 05:48 pm (UTC)And believe me, seeing as you are the...*counts*...*twelfth* person who's responded positively, I can safely say: the pleasure's all mine. ^_^
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Date: 2005-04-05 02:25 pm (UTC)He wants Major Sheppard under his hand like he has wanted no other. Had he fed on hundreds, were he sated enough to last for a thousand years, he would fight to the death for the privilege.
The hunger/need/desire was wonderfully erotic. thanks.
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Date: 2005-04-05 05:52 pm (UTC)And believe me, you're quite welcome.
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From:(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-05 03:44 pm (UTC)I like the perspective. and I think your version of Steve is probably spot on.
This is Really good stuff :)
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Date: 2005-04-05 11:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-05 03:48 pm (UTC)The Wraith are creepy enough when all they do is feed to live. But that bone-deep intensity of wanting is absolutely terrifying.
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Date: 2005-04-05 11:14 pm (UTC)Heh.
Go me.
*bows* Glad I could terrify. Very glad that you liked it.
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Date: 2005-04-05 07:33 pm (UTC)He wants Major Sheppard under his hand like he has wanted no other.
There is something about Sheppard. Steve has mentioned it in PTW, there is something special. I've always wondered if it's something else than the attraction we're all feeling towards him - something really special in his genes, some secret.
And if Sheppard knew how the hunger multiplies whenever he steps into the room
I know! But I think Sheppard knows, too. It's eerie to think about the fact that Sheppard taunts the Wraith like he would taunt women. Or maybe taunt is the wrong word. Tantalize, seduce. He knows he's gorgeous and he uses it without scruples.
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Date: 2005-04-05 11:20 pm (UTC)And Sheppard's *totally* tantalizing. When I was watching the ep, I got shivers watching him stand there and slowly, deliberately, drive Steve insane. Jesus *Christ*.
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From:(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-05 07:48 pm (UTC)Anyway. Excellent! Do it again! =)
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Date: 2005-04-05 11:25 pm (UTC)Also, since I've *finally* delurked myself after far (far!) too long, may I say that I enjoy your stories? Especially "Kickoff". It's one of my favorite Sports Night stories ever.
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Date: 2005-04-05 09:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-05 11:27 pm (UTC)I don't know whether to be happy or disturbed that, according to just about everyone, I've gotten into Steve's head really, really, well...
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Date: 2005-04-05 11:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-06 12:08 am (UTC)Thanks. Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2005-04-06 12:49 pm (UTC)Really nicely written, taut and well-realised. I really liked the sudden cuts from one thought to another in Steve's mind.
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Date: 2005-04-06 06:00 pm (UTC)