Random McShep Match Rec!
Sep. 18th, 2009 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nellacittaI'm terribly behind on reading McShep Match (and terribly afraid it's the last real set of SGA fic I'll be reading at the same time). I have to rec this story, if there's even a chance someone happening upon my LJ hasn't read it, from September 10th, Down to Earth. It's called "Like Gravity (It Doesn't Matter If You Believe In It)" and is utterly gorgeous and heartbreaking and the LANGUAGE is just perfect and lovely.
This excerpt literally stopped me in my tracks. I read it maybe three or four times before I even remembered there was more story, and the more is definitely worth reading as well:
They kiss as the hive ships explode on the monitors and up in the sky like stars in a universe fast-forwarding to its death. Every single Wraith travelling or hibernating on a Hive Ship is wiped out in a matter of seconds, and over the next six months the people of the Pegasus Galaxy make short work of the few Wraith that were stranded planetside. (The next time they run into the Travellers they have Wraithskin hangings pinned to the walls of the corridors.)
John flinches when Rodney babbles, “Oh god, I think this might be even less classy than hitting on someone at a funeral.”
That night, in Rodney’s arms, John dreams of the spaces where the arms of galaxies spray into each other, the collision of asteroids, of looking deep into Rodney’s throat and seeing a spinning field of stellar debris. Humanity has taken to the stars, and it has left garbage in its wake. He dreams of spitting dark-matter out of the window of his car and driving through cosmic rays, feeling the surfaces of pulsars with his fingers and finding chewing gum under the crust.
He wakes up gasping and looks at the man in his arms, soft and smoothened by sleep. He wonders whether they exchanged dreams: whether Rodney is seeing dead bodies in the desert, whether he’ll wake up blinded by the flash of a 20 kiloton nuclear explosion viewed through the curved window of a fighter jet. They are a strange pair of heroes, a stranger pair of murderers. John’s pretty sure they’ll pin a medal on him for it.
Full story here.
This excerpt literally stopped me in my tracks. I read it maybe three or four times before I even remembered there was more story, and the more is definitely worth reading as well:
They kiss as the hive ships explode on the monitors and up in the sky like stars in a universe fast-forwarding to its death. Every single Wraith travelling or hibernating on a Hive Ship is wiped out in a matter of seconds, and over the next six months the people of the Pegasus Galaxy make short work of the few Wraith that were stranded planetside. (The next time they run into the Travellers they have Wraithskin hangings pinned to the walls of the corridors.)
John flinches when Rodney babbles, “Oh god, I think this might be even less classy than hitting on someone at a funeral.”
That night, in Rodney’s arms, John dreams of the spaces where the arms of galaxies spray into each other, the collision of asteroids, of looking deep into Rodney’s throat and seeing a spinning field of stellar debris. Humanity has taken to the stars, and it has left garbage in its wake. He dreams of spitting dark-matter out of the window of his car and driving through cosmic rays, feeling the surfaces of pulsars with his fingers and finding chewing gum under the crust.
He wakes up gasping and looks at the man in his arms, soft and smoothened by sleep. He wonders whether they exchanged dreams: whether Rodney is seeing dead bodies in the desert, whether he’ll wake up blinded by the flash of a 20 kiloton nuclear explosion viewed through the curved window of a fighter jet. They are a strange pair of heroes, a stranger pair of murderers. John’s pretty sure they’ll pin a medal on him for it.
Full story here.
