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Fic: Delirium

Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, PG-13. 500 words, written in 100 word sections for the McShep Match drabble challenge.


The cave is freezing, but it doesn't help Rodney's fever. John divides his attention between watching the cave entrance and keeping Rodney calm.

“John, it’s unstable here. We have to get out,” Rodney pleads hoarsely.

“No, buddy, we’re fine,” John whispers back. “Solid rock. You need to keep quiet, okay?”

Rodney glances behind them, eyes huge. “I heard something move!” He tries to move past John, just as an energy bolt lances into the cave.

John throws himself against Rodney, shielding him as much as possible, Beretta aimed toward the entrance. “Shhh,” he murmurs, holding Rodney tight against the wall.


Rodney shakes in John’s arms - from fear or the fever, maybe both. He’s burning up, shirt damp with sweat, skin hot under John’s hand. “It’s okay buddy,” John breathes, eyes on the cave entrance. “Stay quiet for me.”

From outside there’s the sound of small rocks falling, dislodged from the narrow path. Someone’s close, for that to be audible in the cave.

John holds his breath. He’s only going to get one shot, and he can’t screw it up. He’d die for Rodney in a heartbeat, but that would leave Rodney defenseless.

Rodney moans, and the Wraith bursts into view.


John’s shot catches the Wraith right between the eyes. The impact carries it backward over the side of the mountain.

Rodney sags into John’s arms before the echo of the bullet even dies. He drops the Beretta and eases the limp body down.

Rodney’s not breathing, and his pulse fades to nothing under John’s fingertips. “Jesus!” he cries, ripping Rodney’s shirt open and slapping the radio in his ear. “Ronon, Teyla, I need help here!” At the same time he tilts Rodney’s head back to open his airway.

Teyla responds instantly. “We are very close, John. What is your status?”


“The Wraith is dead. Rodney’s in cardiac arrest.”

“Hang on,” Ronon grunts. John doesn’t answer; he’s already mouth-to-mouth with Rodney, giving him a lungful of air. A second breath, then thirty chest compressions, hard and fast.

Heart, air, heart, air, no pulse; heart, air, heart, air, no pulse; heart, air...

Teyla and Ronon throw themselves raggedly over the lip of the cave. Ronon takes over breathing for Rodney, John keeps pumping, and Teyla tears the medical pack open for a cardiac syringe.

“Now,” she orders. John and Ronon pull away, and Teyla plunges the needle into Rodney’s chest.


Rodney convulses as the drug hits his heart, chokes and coughs as his breathing reflex re-asserts itself. They roll him quickly onto his side in case of vomiting. He’s still gasping and trembling from the shock. Ronon shrugs out of his long leather coat and drapes it over Rodney.

John bends close, feeling like he might go into shock himself. He strokes Rodney’s face, whispering brokenly. “Rodney. God, Rodney.”

Teyla has a hand on Rodney’s wrist. “His pulse is very fast, but it seems strong,” she says. “John. We are here now. It is going to be all right.”


(Crossposted from eccentricweft.dreamwidth.org)


Fic: Through a Glass Darkly

This is the fic I wrote for McShep Match last summer - just realized I never posted it here. Now a slightly revised version. Go Team Work!!!

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(Crossposted from eccentricweft.dreamwidth.org)


Handbound journals for help_haiti

I've just added two handbound journals to the auction at help_haiti, listed under Artistry. Go bid! :)

ETA: Okay, now I've figured out how to link to my exact listing. :)

Moving to Dreamwidth

I'm moving to Dreamwidth! As much as possible, anyway. I've copied over the parts of my content that I care about preserving (the stories, not the meta). I haven't yet reconstructed my friends list / reading page, but will work on that soon.

Since this LJ is a free account, I'm not going to delete it yet, but I will probably only post to Dreamwidth next time I actually finish a story. Which could be ages! :o

Eccentricweft at Dreamwidth

ETA: Almost forgot the real reason for this post, I've got two Dreamwidth invite codes. Comment here or send me your email if you want one.

Fic: Testament

Title: Testament
Length: 550 words
Pairing: John & Rodney
Rating: PG

Now on my Dreamwidth page: all three stories in reading order and with edits on the rough spots that were bothering me... so please read that version!

Sequel to Tomorrow, which is a sequel to Where the Heart Is. Best to start there.

I wasn't going to write any more in this 'verse, but two commenters suggested it, and I think this provides some closure.

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Fic: Tomorrow

Title: Tomorrow
Length: 700 words
Pairing: John & Rodney
Rating: PG

Now on my Dreamwidth page: all three stories in reading order and with edits on the rough spots that were bothering me... so please read that version!

Sequel to: Where the Heart Is, written for casa_mcshep. Best to read that first.

This is utterly self-indulgent, but if you want to get weepy with me, then forge ahead. Warnings at the bottom.

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This was inspired, oddly, by spuffyduds' hilarious Five Planets Atlantis is Never Contacting Again, or at Least If They Do, They're Sending Another Damn Team, Not John's. (Go read it!)

I don't have the gift of writing humor (this is h/c instead) but the other thing I admired about Five Planets... was that there was a story arc in the progression of the five things. I experimented with that here. Aaaaand I used a McSheplets prompt.

Spoilers for Doppelganger and The Shrine. PG.

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McShep Match: The Thought That Counts

I was just about to post something new and I realized I never made a link to my McShep Match story! (Despite using the icon for months. The colors are nice with my page design...)

This was for the prompt "call of duty."

The Thought That Counts (McShep Match home team)


Tiny fic: Inventory

A comment fic for berlinghoff79's Inventory Day comment fest. My real reason for re-posting here is that I want to change a few words. Perfectionist? You could say that. *cringe*

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Last week I saw the film The Shoes of the Fisherman. It was released in 1968, based on a 1963 novel. I saw it years ago and read the book as a teenager in the 70s.

I was reminded of this film & book by Kassrachel and Sihaya Black's incredibly wonderful McKay/Sheppard story Si Muovo...

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