The Taste of Apples
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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: Teyla
Title: The Taste of Apples
Author: auburn(![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagen, Aiden Ford, Elizabeth Weir, Carson Beckett, Sgt. Bates, Radek Zelenka
Prompt: 30 - Seduction
Rating: Mature
Length: epic
Brief summary: Seduction. Destruction. They sound very similar, don't they? In this novel-length story, Sheppard's team encounters an insidious grey mold that warps and changes them, blending them together and seducing them away from Atlantis. The edges of self are filed away, and eventually their bodies will go with it, no matter how desperate the rest of Atlantis is to save them. This is primarily a team story, told from John's POV, but it is interesting to see what happens to Teyla too.
Just an excellent drama, complete with personality destruction.
The first breath after stepping through the gate always seemed deeper, stranger, something foreign flooding into the lungs. It wasn't anything anyone admitted to out loud, but they all felt it sometimes, that they were all so far from home and the very air was wrong.
The second breath usually came easier.
Usually.
Sheppard pulled alien air deep into him, fighting the urge to hold his breath instead.
The atmosphere of MX9-M41 wrapped around them like a wet blanket, clammy wool warm, mold musty and thick on the back of the tongue, heavy with moisture that immediately began soaking them to the skin.
Teyla and Ford fanned out automatically. McKay brought out a hand held scanner and began quartering back and forth, searching for energy readings. Sheppard stayed with him, one hand resting on the butt of his P90 out of habit born from experience.
Moisture already beaded on Sheppard's black aviator glasses. It darkened McKay's head and dripped from the tips of Teyla's hair. Ford wiped his palm against his already damp BDUs uselessly.
McKay grimaced and swiped his fingers over the active read out.
Link to the story: The Taste of Apples
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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: Teyla
Title: The Taste of Apples
Author: auburn(
auburnnothenna)Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagen, Aiden Ford, Elizabeth Weir, Carson Beckett, Sgt. Bates, Radek Zelenka
Prompt: 30 - Seduction
Rating: Mature
Length: epic
Brief summary: Seduction. Destruction. They sound very similar, don't they? In this novel-length story, Sheppard's team encounters an insidious grey mold that warps and changes them, blending them together and seducing them away from Atlantis. The edges of self are filed away, and eventually their bodies will go with it, no matter how desperate the rest of Atlantis is to save them. This is primarily a team story, told from John's POV, but it is interesting to see what happens to Teyla too.
Just an excellent drama, complete with personality destruction.
The first breath after stepping through the gate always seemed deeper, stranger, something foreign flooding into the lungs. It wasn't anything anyone admitted to out loud, but they all felt it sometimes, that they were all so far from home and the very air was wrong.
The second breath usually came easier.
Usually.
Sheppard pulled alien air deep into him, fighting the urge to hold his breath instead.
The atmosphere of MX9-M41 wrapped around them like a wet blanket, clammy wool warm, mold musty and thick on the back of the tongue, heavy with moisture that immediately began soaking them to the skin.
Teyla and Ford fanned out automatically. McKay brought out a hand held scanner and began quartering back and forth, searching for energy readings. Sheppard stayed with him, one hand resting on the butt of his P90 out of habit born from experience.
Moisture already beaded on Sheppard's black aviator glasses. It darkened McKay's head and dripped from the tips of Teyla's hair. Ford wiped his palm against his already damp BDUs uselessly.
McKay grimaced and swiped his fingers over the active read out.
Link to the story: The Taste of Apples
PSA: No matter how old a story is, most authors like to hear that people are reading their work, so please think about leaving feedback when you're done. Thanks!
