Dark Moon, High Tide (aka Pegasus Ba'al)
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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: Teyla
Title: Dark Moon, High Tide (aka Pegasus Ba'al)
Author: tafkar (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Characters: Aiden Ford, Carson Beckett, Daniel Jackson, Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Jack O'Neill, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ba'al, and others
Prompt: 20 - Non-Con
Rating: Mature
Length: epic, about 50K words.
Brief summary: First of all, this novel-length story is impossible to summarize briefly. It is an AU of the Pegasus-B universe, a universe that presupposed that Daniel Jackson never joined SG-1, and that he and Rodney were once lovers. In the shared![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pegasus_b universe, Daniel ends up on the Atlantis expedition, while the Military head of Atlantis is Colonel Jack O'Neill. (Jack had survived his ordeal at the hands of Ba'al but had retired after, until he is asked to be a part of the Atlantis team.)
In Dark Moon, High Tide Ba'al got to Atlantis first. He is already waiting for them when the expedition steps through the gate, and is cut off from Earth. Ba'al takes Jackson as his slave/lover, along with Sheppard, whom he kills and revives repeatedly using the sarcophagus. Meanwhile, Rodney and Jack end up in hiding, while Dr. Wier foments rebellion, with the help of Dr. Heightmeier and Sgt. Bates. Teyla comes in late in the plot as another slave, 'tribute' from her people to Ba'al, and ends up as a rival with Daniel for Ba'als favor.
Ba'al's favor, by the way, isn't necessarily pleasant. I'm going to take non-con to mean coercion for the purposes of this rec.
As with much of "Pegasus B", DMHT is still primarily a Daniel/Rodney story, one with a cast of thousands. (Well, dozens) The action/adventure plot is complex, the integration of SG-1 canon is deftly handled, plus there's a lot of time spent taking the characters apart. No one gets out of the story with out at least a few scars, and yes, some of the characters do die.
The fact that John found himself looking forward to dying was beginning to worry him a bit. His skin still cringed at Ba'al's gentler touches; whenever the system lord's skin brushed against his John felt a desperate urge to scrub himself clean. And yet…
And yet. Lately John found himself looking forward to Ba'al's more brutal behavior, because when Ba'al was violent and vicious, it meant that John was going to wind up dead at the end. Being dead was, well, relaxing, really; it was a period of several minutes where John didn't have to think, or worry, or plan, or hope. He just didn't exist. It was kind of nice, not having to exist. It was like the universe had decided to give him a time-out, a physical and spiritual coffee break.
Then he'd suddenly snap out of not-existing and see the gentle glow of the sarcophagus, hear the quiet snick as the top of his temporary coffin finished sliding open, and see Daniel's bright blue eyes – and sometimes Teyla's warm brown ones, too – staring down at him, welcoming him back. And damn if it wasn't the best feeling in the world, seeing one or both of them as he was filled with uncanny energy and well-being.
Two days ago, it had been Teyla that Ba'al killed, slowly smothering the life out of her with one hand over her mouth, blocking her nose as he pushed into her. Her eyes had been wide and frightened. John had looked on, immobile and still twitching from the zat, and wished it was him that Ba'al was suffocating. Bring it on, do whatever you want to me, hurt me, cut me, just fucking kill me already and put me back in the GODDAMN BOX! he'd wanted to scream.
When it was his turn the next night, though, all he'd let out were inarticulate howls of pain. And then there was blessed, blessed darkness, and the wonderful nothingness, and then the quiet humming glow, the gentle click of the sarcophagus doors, the cool smooth innards of it giving his skin one last whispery kiss as Daniel pulled him out, those big blue eyes full of concern.
Link to the story: Dark Moon, High Tide
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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: Teyla
Title: Dark Moon, High Tide (aka Pegasus Ba'al)
Author: tafkar (
tafkarfanfic)Characters: Aiden Ford, Carson Beckett, Daniel Jackson, Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Jack O'Neill, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ba'al, and others
Prompt: 20 - Non-Con
Rating: Mature
Length: epic, about 50K words.
Brief summary: First of all, this novel-length story is impossible to summarize briefly. It is an AU of the Pegasus-B universe, a universe that presupposed that Daniel Jackson never joined SG-1, and that he and Rodney were once lovers. In the shared
pegasus_b universe, Daniel ends up on the Atlantis expedition, while the Military head of Atlantis is Colonel Jack O'Neill. (Jack had survived his ordeal at the hands of Ba'al but had retired after, until he is asked to be a part of the Atlantis team.)In Dark Moon, High Tide Ba'al got to Atlantis first. He is already waiting for them when the expedition steps through the gate, and is cut off from Earth. Ba'al takes Jackson as his slave/lover, along with Sheppard, whom he kills and revives repeatedly using the sarcophagus. Meanwhile, Rodney and Jack end up in hiding, while Dr. Wier foments rebellion, with the help of Dr. Heightmeier and Sgt. Bates. Teyla comes in late in the plot as another slave, 'tribute' from her people to Ba'al, and ends up as a rival with Daniel for Ba'als favor.
Ba'al's favor, by the way, isn't necessarily pleasant. I'm going to take non-con to mean coercion for the purposes of this rec.
As with much of "Pegasus B", DMHT is still primarily a Daniel/Rodney story, one with a cast of thousands. (Well, dozens) The action/adventure plot is complex, the integration of SG-1 canon is deftly handled, plus there's a lot of time spent taking the characters apart. No one gets out of the story with out at least a few scars, and yes, some of the characters do die.
The fact that John found himself looking forward to dying was beginning to worry him a bit. His skin still cringed at Ba'al's gentler touches; whenever the system lord's skin brushed against his John felt a desperate urge to scrub himself clean. And yet…
And yet. Lately John found himself looking forward to Ba'al's more brutal behavior, because when Ba'al was violent and vicious, it meant that John was going to wind up dead at the end. Being dead was, well, relaxing, really; it was a period of several minutes where John didn't have to think, or worry, or plan, or hope. He just didn't exist. It was kind of nice, not having to exist. It was like the universe had decided to give him a time-out, a physical and spiritual coffee break.
Then he'd suddenly snap out of not-existing and see the gentle glow of the sarcophagus, hear the quiet snick as the top of his temporary coffin finished sliding open, and see Daniel's bright blue eyes – and sometimes Teyla's warm brown ones, too – staring down at him, welcoming him back. And damn if it wasn't the best feeling in the world, seeing one or both of them as he was filled with uncanny energy and well-being.
Two days ago, it had been Teyla that Ba'al killed, slowly smothering the life out of her with one hand over her mouth, blocking her nose as he pushed into her. Her eyes had been wide and frightened. John had looked on, immobile and still twitching from the zat, and wished it was him that Ba'al was suffocating. Bring it on, do whatever you want to me, hurt me, cut me, just fucking kill me already and put me back in the GODDAMN BOX! he'd wanted to scream.
When it was his turn the next night, though, all he'd let out were inarticulate howls of pain. And then there was blessed, blessed darkness, and the wonderful nothingness, and then the quiet humming glow, the gentle click of the sarcophagus doors, the cool smooth innards of it giving his skin one last whispery kiss as Daniel pulled him out, those big blue eyes full of concern.
Link to the story: Dark Moon, High Tide
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!
