"Handout", "Galaxy of the Living Dead"
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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Handout
Author: Lilysaid (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Characters: Sheppard/McKay
Prompt: 11 - Character Study
Rating: Mature
Length: Long
Brief summary: This story fits in several different categories -- angst, H/c, and fandom cliché for enzyme!fic -- but I decided to use it as my character study because of the way she takes both John and Rodney apart. I love that a small kindness from John -- tapering off Rodney's enzyme dosage -- results in such huge unforeseen consequences. And watching Rodney cope with the migraines and possible brain damage tears John apart.
The destruction is beautiful to watch.
At first, John had thought getting out of the hive ship would be the hard part. And he certainly hadn’t thought there could be anything worse than seeing Ford fall to the Wraith, but when it’s all over and they’re safely back in Atlantis, he realizes that the worst part has just begun.
Teyla and Ronon haven’t even been back for six hours before they start to fall apart. Even from behind locked doors, Ronon’s anguished roars carry through the corridors. Teyla’s utter silence is just as worrying—maybe more. The last time John sees her, she’s wild-eyed and shaking, scratching at her own skin until Dr. Beckett gently restrains her with the help of only one marine. Beckett says he doesn’t know how long the withdrawal period will last, and advises that John hunt down McKay, who will likely need the same treatment.
McKay is easy enough to find. He’s in his room with the lights off. John lets himself in when McKay doesn’t answer, and at first he’s met with a rush of relief so intense he sags a little against the door frame, because McKay doesn’t have any of the twitchy, restless symptoms that the others are displaying. In fact, he appears to be lying in perfect restfulness on his disheveled bed until John takes a step closer and sees his face, tucked halfway into the pillow and lined with pain.
“You all right?” he asks, a mere formality. He’s already trying to figure out the best way to get McKay to the infirmary.
McKay manages a small, wet gasp and presses his left hand to his eyes.
John taps his radio. “Beckett? Sheppard, here. I’m in McKay’s quarters and he’s…” he glances at McKay, assessing. “…not so good.”
Link to the story: Handout
Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Galaxy of the Living Dead
Author: Karen McFadyyon (author no longer on LJ)
Characters: Sheppard, McKay
Prompt: 12 - Humor
Rating: Adult
Length: Long
Brief summary: It's just. This is a. Well. It's a zombie story. A very funny zombie story, where John and Rodney are only slightly dead, and Carson tries to figure out why, before Dr. Biro can take any more "tissue samples".
Life in the Pegasus galaxy was certainly stranger than fiction and frequently more tragic. Casualties were always hard for any doctor, and Carson Beckett was no exception. It was even worse when the casualties were friends.
Sore at heart, and trying hard to remain detached enough to do his job, Carson Beckett entered the morgue and looked sadly at the sheet covered bodies of Rodney McKay and John Sheppard.
He was never sure later if he was grateful or horrified when the late Dr. Rodney McKay sat bolt upright on the autopsy table and said, "What the hell? Where are my clothes?"
Carson's jaw dropped and his heart did a trip-hammer sort of Highland fling before he gathered his scattered wits, only to go through the whole fright again when the allegedly late Lt. Colonel John Sheppard sat up likewise and gave him a perplexed look. "It's cold in here, Jesus, don't we at least get scrubs?"
Link to the story: Galaxy of the Living Dead
Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Handout
Author: Lilysaid (
lilysaid)Characters: Sheppard/McKay
Prompt: 11 - Character Study
Rating: Mature
Length: Long
Brief summary: This story fits in several different categories -- angst, H/c, and fandom cliché for enzyme!fic -- but I decided to use it as my character study because of the way she takes both John and Rodney apart. I love that a small kindness from John -- tapering off Rodney's enzyme dosage -- results in such huge unforeseen consequences. And watching Rodney cope with the migraines and possible brain damage tears John apart.
The destruction is beautiful to watch.
At first, John had thought getting out of the hive ship would be the hard part. And he certainly hadn’t thought there could be anything worse than seeing Ford fall to the Wraith, but when it’s all over and they’re safely back in Atlantis, he realizes that the worst part has just begun.
Teyla and Ronon haven’t even been back for six hours before they start to fall apart. Even from behind locked doors, Ronon’s anguished roars carry through the corridors. Teyla’s utter silence is just as worrying—maybe more. The last time John sees her, she’s wild-eyed and shaking, scratching at her own skin until Dr. Beckett gently restrains her with the help of only one marine. Beckett says he doesn’t know how long the withdrawal period will last, and advises that John hunt down McKay, who will likely need the same treatment.
McKay is easy enough to find. He’s in his room with the lights off. John lets himself in when McKay doesn’t answer, and at first he’s met with a rush of relief so intense he sags a little against the door frame, because McKay doesn’t have any of the twitchy, restless symptoms that the others are displaying. In fact, he appears to be lying in perfect restfulness on his disheveled bed until John takes a step closer and sees his face, tucked halfway into the pillow and lined with pain.
“You all right?” he asks, a mere formality. He’s already trying to figure out the best way to get McKay to the infirmary.
McKay manages a small, wet gasp and presses his left hand to his eyes.
John taps his radio. “Beckett? Sheppard, here. I’m in McKay’s quarters and he’s…” he glances at McKay, assessing. “…not so good.”
Link to the story: Handout
Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Galaxy of the Living Dead
Author: Karen McFadyyon (author no longer on LJ)
Characters: Sheppard, McKay
Prompt: 12 - Humor
Rating: Adult
Length: Long
Brief summary: It's just. This is a. Well. It's a zombie story. A very funny zombie story, where John and Rodney are only slightly dead, and Carson tries to figure out why, before Dr. Biro can take any more "tissue samples".
Life in the Pegasus galaxy was certainly stranger than fiction and frequently more tragic. Casualties were always hard for any doctor, and Carson Beckett was no exception. It was even worse when the casualties were friends.
Sore at heart, and trying hard to remain detached enough to do his job, Carson Beckett entered the morgue and looked sadly at the sheet covered bodies of Rodney McKay and John Sheppard.
He was never sure later if he was grateful or horrified when the late Dr. Rodney McKay sat bolt upright on the autopsy table and said, "What the hell? Where are my clothes?"
Carson's jaw dropped and his heart did a trip-hammer sort of Highland fling before he gathered his scattered wits, only to go through the whole fright again when the allegedly late Lt. Colonel John Sheppard sat up likewise and gave him a perplexed look. "It's cold in here, Jesus, don't we at least get scrubs?"
Link to the story: Galaxy of the Living Dead
