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nerdgatehobbit · 1 year

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Here’s a pair of screencaps from “Hot Zone” featuring my favorite SGA dynamic!

And a bonus solo screencap of Carson!

#meredith rodney mckay #rodney mckay #carson beckett #best friends in the pegasus galaxy #stargate atlantis #sga #my screencaps #in which there is a queue

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novalizinpeace · 2 months

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Well, this is my fastest reference so far

Space Rider Au Belong to @onyxonline

some data and backstory

His home planet can be found in NGC 7331, a spiral galaxy inside the pegasus constellation. There, the pegasus live a kinda nomad/nature oriented life, a lot of them are really carefree and peaceful people, so comfortable in their lifes thanks to the protection of the high clouds: Pegasus that learned to use the power of the sun (and light) to create illusions and been able to hide their communities around the galaxy for eons.

But one day, one of this community got the bad luck to get found by the Prototype's Cult, and all hell broke loose.

They knew they had to kill the High Clouds first to get to the people in the community, and with all of them dead they almost succesed in their goal.

But then a lil foal put himself in front of the cultists, and that was the end for them.

The news about a child scaring a butch of dangerous cultists obviously got to the riders, that after some debates with the eldest in the community, were able to get custody of the child in exchange of protection for said community without high clouds, and the promise in paper that the child would get back to his home to become a high cloud once he became able to control his illusions.

Personality

Sunny is a literal walking sunshine; carefree and talkative, he's mostly in the air, since the idea to be just walking is boring to him, but even if he seem distracted while talking to someone, he's actually paying a lot of attention, is his body that can't be quiet, his mind is actually really clear and bright.

He's not really the fighter type of guy, he wouldn't have a problem taking a weapon to defend his friends and teammates, or fight a one on one for the same or for training sake, but if you ask him he would prefer to just walk away or be the defensive part of the plan, he's not going to enjoy making other feel pain, it something he was teached to be a truly last resort, so not the best sparring pal for other riders.

Were he really shine is in ability to detect lies and fake things/scams. Is his thing after all. He would never use this ability to trick others, so if he catch someone trying to take advance of others by using trick, you can be sure he's going to expose them REALLY loudly in from of everybody. This had sometimes end in awkward situations for him, like exposing the wrong guy...

The fact that he speak his mind so freely is also a constant problem for him, in his community there was no such thing as uncalled comments, everybody was happy to take advise in others, or answer gracefully when a advise wasn't right/needed, and compliments were good recieved for everybody, things like get stressed by other's opinion was completly taboo, why hurt your mind in such way?

So the fact that people in the riders get so confused/shocked/embarrased/frustrated when he speak his mind in a matter would truly confused Sunny at time, he's kinda afraid to speak in big groups due this, 'cause he had already scare away possible friends for be too open, but at least he know compliments are a good way to go if he didn't make a lot of them so suddenly.

But somethings i forgot that last details...

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Before someone call me simp /j i didn't create Sunny just to openly fangirl over Gale, his critter design is as old as Lizzy, but i had never been able to do something with him.

Now, did i create all this backstory and design just for shipping/fangirl reason? No... Also to have a excuse to draw Gale, that two things /j

Galestorm belong to @qxuiara

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #smiling critters oc #space riders au #galestorm space riders au #when the brainstorm hit i just roll with it #you can say i got inspired with this dude #nova say

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spurious · 5 months

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Your McShep fics are giving me life. I'm CRAVING McShep content recently - its so hard to discover a love for old fandoms that are now less active! Please send me all the great other McShep fics you stumble across, I've burned my way through your whole library

Oh my goodness!!!! This ask plus the one from a few weeks ago are really telling me I need to get back to doing fic rec posts regularly!!!!!

First of all thank you so much for your kind words about my fic 💖💖💖💖 honestly for me SGA fandom feels soooo active, even though I know it was an actual juggernaut back in the day lmao. BUT that means that there’s a MASSIVE backlog of stuff to read!!!! Just insane amounts of staggeringly good fics!!!!

And second of all you can check all my previous rec posts here: the tag is sometimes ficlets I’ve reblogged but also lots of links and lists in there!!

ANYWAY. Let me see if I can rustle up some new recs for you my friend! I have a couple of unposted recs in my notes so we’ll pop those in first:

Five People Who Know by hestia_lacey | ~4k, rated E

Five people who know exactly how John Sheppard feels about Rodney McKay.

Only read this if you’re prepared to have your heart stomped on, but ahhhhhhhh. The first part, with Jeannie, is definitely my favorite.

Wishes on a Wheel by waterfalliam | ~3.2k, rated T

The sun is gentle, faintly wrong against his skin. The wind whispers against his arms and neck that he’s alive and that counts for something, he’s never wholly alone, he still has himself—but it’s nothing like the sea breeze that feels like home.

Absolutely beautifully sad introspective Epiphany!John piece, dealing with his depression and feelings of abandonment, with a sweet ending 💖

Solitary by @esteefee | ~5k, rated M

Four days in solitary gives a guy time to think. Unless he's an idiot.

Aggggh the John voice in this is immaculate (as is to be expected from esteefee ofc). Sardonically funny with a soft and chewy emotional core that just...takes a little time and a little chipping away at to get to. But, you know, worth it.

Followed by two faves from this year’s sga secret santa, both of them variations on the theme of John and Rodney making up:

In the Dark of the Night by @hero-in-waiting | ~5.8k, rated M

The problem with arguments is that they never happen at a good time. Which is a to be expected given their nature. And the problem with trying to make up is, at least in the Pegasus galaxy, they come at an even worst time. Especially when John and Rodney get stuck off world, running from some locals who took a dislike to them immediately and five days after an argument that, in John's opinion, had started over nothing.

But at least they were together?

Love the concept of this one, love them being forced into life or death situations before being able to talk about their feelings, looooove the misunderstanding on Rodney’s part 🥰🥹

When I Think of All the Worries That People Seem to Find by @audioletter | ~2.3k, rated G

After ten years of being together, John acts like John and Rodney acts like Rodney.

Absolutely cried reading this I love it so much. The depth of knowledge that they have for each other after so long is so apparent in the best, most beautiful way.

Aaaand let’s round it out with a nice long one:

Inukshuk by murron | ~80k, rated M

A mission-gone-south isolates Rodney and John from the rest of the team. Forced to search for an Ancient outpost, they struggle to keep each other alive until the time their kidnappers prepare to sacrifice the one and purify the other.

This is absolutely a mcshep fic but I almost found that taking a backseat for me in my enjoyment of the way that the plot unfolds, the way that it’s written? Absolutely spellbinding work, I struggled to put it down.

#fic rec #mcshep

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sparrowsarus · 3 days

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Xenk/Ed in the Pegasus Galaxy

Teylabeth or McLorne in Neverwinter

The confusion I felt, before I Remembered.

In the year 1596, Neverwinter acquired the first Lady Regnant in its history.

The rumours of who this woman was, and the mystery of her ascension, occupied the gossips of the city for months. A wizard, a woman, a stranger; all of these things a fascination--at least for a little while; but Neverwinter is a city, and in a city you can get used to anything; and the people move on to other gossip, other lives. Until one day, a handful of refugees turn up at the gates, with their leader requesting an audience--one Teyla Emmagan, dirty, tired, sad.

Elizabeth thinks she's the most beautiful woman in the world.

If you asked Major Ed Darvis what he wanted to do with his life, he wouldn't have told you be on a decrepit city-ship, in the middle of a different galaxy, with the most annoying guy in the fucking universe. But here he was, because he was an idiot, because the Luskan Air Force had done some tests on their pilots and had hauled him into a tiny room and made him sign an NDA before telling him a batshit story about other galaxies, because he had three kids to feed and a mortgage due, because Zia couldn't work after the accident and he'd be damned if she was going to feel guilty about that.

And if that meant being out here with Dr. Xenk Yendar for a year--well, then that's what he'd do. Gritting his teeth, ignoring the rumours; that they were planning to make Atlantis a proper colony, that they were hoarding Spelljammer repair kits, that the wizards were whispering more and talking less, something unusual for wizards--and Ed would know, being unable to shut up himself--but none of that was Ed's problem; he was going to do his time, get his pay, and go the fuck home to his wife and best friend and his kids. And to do that, he needed to be a glorified lightswitch for a guy who didn't talk much--but when he did, it was nonsense or gibberish; occasionally both, to break up the monotony. Read this; touch this; stand there and think at this; is that your wife; are those your children; do you miss them--and Ed realizes that this guy's lonely as shit--maybe I should bring him home for Midwinter instead of being a dick.

(He does; that Midwinter, and all the others after.)

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jeremiahofphilo · 1 month

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jem! <3 vega, pegasus, black eye galaxy? <3

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t?

Left my best friend on Philos. Letting Xavier be alone for so many years.

Definitely just wish I could put my phone down at night and get more sleep, I stay up way too late, way too often.

Pegasus: Favorite place to be?

With people I care about. Physically though, I really just love being in my greenhouse.

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight?

I didn't always, but it does sort of happen. Maybe not, deep love, but you can develop a certain fondness at first sight that maybe makes you think about her over and over again.

Ask the muse

#Thanks for the ask!#Ask meme #mainverse; linkon city #answered #jeremiahs bouquet box #petal; rose tinted kalopsia

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interstellar-quartz · 2 years

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Here is my version or redesign of "Gen 5" Mane 6! What if, The mane 6 where born different Destiny?

The based formed by ShiiBases (MLP Base 340) Background belongs to Dipi11 (Simple Ponyville Background) ------------------------------------------

Fluttershy as Twilight Sparkle- Amaryllis, She is an Alchemist, book-loving nerd, and powerful unicorn! She loves to study, and experiments with Spell, and Mixing liquids, and etc.She's also studied and taking care of animals and plants. And also, She is a student of Empress Lunaria (Princess Luna) -Twilight Sparkle as Pinkie pie- Twinkie Sprinkle, She is the best cake baker in all Ponyville! Twinkie Sprinkle is an Astrology! She loves Space and galaxy, She could talk for an hour about it. She enjoys baking dessert, Like galaxy in theme dessert, having fun at Neon theme glow party with her friends. She loves to wear Harajuku hairclips, a lot -Rarity as Applejack- Ivory, She is a hard-working cave miner and selling crystal with her family. When she was a filly. She was timid, scared, and anxious. Ivory is too frightened to fulfill most responsibilities Till now, She is brave, reliable, and headstrong about doing things on her own -Pinkie pie as Rainbow dash- Surprise Fuchsia, She works at a weather factory, Her dream becoming a member of the wonderbolts But she's is mischievous prankster, She loves to Surprise ponies with her prank like every day she was bold and had an attitude, But a golden heart, She cared deeply about her family and friends -Rainbow Dash as Rarity- Iridescent (Or Iris for short), She is a fashionista, With a dream of making it big in Unicornia with her own Fashion She's is a total girly mare, and She loves to make the design of her outfit very colorful Iris has a bigger ego but other than that hasn't changed much -Applejack as Fluttershy- Sparkling Cider is a very Shy Apple framer and Cidermaker Pegasus, She's used to working in a weather factory Unlike her Parent, They are always rearing to jump into the hustle and bustle with that famous "las Pegasus" attitude, since her parent is famous from apple cider, and Champagne apple. Her parent is very rarely ever come visit to see their children's ------------------------------------------ I Hope you like them! The Amaryllis-Verse belong to me, interstellar-quartz MLP Film belongs to Lauren Faust/ fyre-flye.

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sga-owns-my-soul · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

omg i love this and you for sending this to me!! thank you!!!

Like him and John had found their own special, unique thing, hidden away from the rest of the universe. Their own secret discovery, too beautiful and precious to share with anyone else.

this one is the first fic i ever posted on ao3 and it holds a very special place in my heart, it's my actual personal headcanon for john and rodney's relationship (yes i know i'm a die hard mcshep fan and i always will be but they aren't actually in a canon romantic relationship in the show and this fits with that so fight me)

In the Pegasus galaxy, there’s many stories that are told. Stories of ancestors, and of the past. Stories of the stars and the skies, stories of good and bad. This story is about a scientist. They say he creates miracles, saves lives; some even say he’s one of the Ancestors themselves. But the scientist doesn’t only bring good.

i'm a sucker for anything that includes john and rodney being part of folk stories in pegasus and i wrote about that! it's short but i think it's really cute

“John, we don’t have to do this,” Rodney whispered, offering one last out, heavily aware of all the eyes in the room on them. “Shut up McKay. Atlantis needs this trade deal, and this is the only way to get it. Just, get on with it.” John’s voice was quiet and strained, and Rodney felt his chest tighten. He took a deep breath. He could do this. He could fuck his best friend, whom he was in love with, and had been for years, in front of a room full of people, including his other two team mates.

classic aliens made them do it pwp it's fun it's hot it's silly i love it!

“I need you to teach me how to get through it.” Rodney finally looked up at John, meeting his eyes directly with a hard stare. John felt anger well up in him, but then he noticed how Rodney was gripping his arm, and he remembered what had happened not even 3 days ago. He felt angry for a different reason.

i think this is my least popular fic that i've posted on ao3 but i really like it. i just really love the idea of rodney seeking out john to learn how to deal with The Bullshit that comes with their job

John’s hand shook as he swiped the chime. He was at his wits end and didn’t know what else to do. Everything had gone wrong so fast, and he didn’t even know why. The door whooshed open after a second, and he was met with an angry glare.

i'm a sucker for both misunderstandings and the entirety of atlantis taking rodney's side in a fight and this has both! plus john forcing himself to talk about his ✨feelings✨ out of desperation is always great!

#ahhh thank you for this!!!!!#you're the sweetest #i'm really really proud of these fics honestly #and i'm proud of myself for writing them #thank you for giving me an excuse to share these again!!#ask tag #my writing #fan fic #sga fan fic #john sheppard #rodney mckay #mcshep #sga #stargate atlantis

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laevenderhaze · 3 months

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Bridgerton .✰* coming soon

DC .✰* ANAEL immortal + pansexual. Angel of love fc: Brittany Snow. main verse: Lucifer ↳ secondary fandoms : supernatural, marvel

Grey's Anatomy

.✰* EMIRI BRISIN 26+ heterosexual. Medical Intern. fc: Hande Erçel ↳ secondary fandoms : 911 , One Chicago .✰* EMMETT PIERCE 19 to 28+ heterosexual. Artist. fc: George Robinson ↳ secondary fandoms : 911 , One Chicago, OBX

Once upon a Time .✰* GRACE FREI 16-30+ heterosexual.Daughter of The Mad Hatter fc: Troian Bellisario ↳ secondary fandoms : OBX, TSITP, TVD, Band of Brothers, spn

One Chicago .✰* CLARKE ABRAM 30+ bisexual disaster. Firefighter. fc: Danneel Ackles ↳ secondary fandoms : Grey's Anatomy, Hawaii 5 0, etc.

.✰* KENDRA FORESTER-SEVERIDE 30+ unconfirmed disaster. between jobs and half sister of Kelly Severide. fc: Emmy Rossum ↳ secondary fandoms : Grey's Anatomy, Hawaii 5 0, etc.

.✰* MELANIE BRENDAN 21+ Heterosexual. sister of Tyler Brendan, currently trying to figure out life. fc: Olivia Holt ↳ secondary fandoms :

.✰* OLIVIA CASEY 16 - 21+ Heterosexual. daughter of Matthew Casey & Sylvie Brett fc: Josephine Langford ↳ secondary fandoms : OBX, Grey's Anatomy, Hawaii 5 0, etc.

Outer Banks .✰* AUGUST CROMWELL 17-25+ pansexual. Contractor. Former Kook now Pogue. fc: Zac Efron ↳ secondary fandoms : TSITP .✰* AUTUMN CROMWELL 17-25+ heterosexual. waitress/cook. Former Kook now Pogue. fc: Zac Efron ↳ secondary fandoms : TSITP .✰* BAILEY J. ROUTLEDGE 17-25+ bisexual with heavy male lean. Various jobs. Pogue. John B's sister. fc: Grace Van Patten ↳ secondary fandoms : TSITP

.✰* BASTIAN SANTIAGO 16-28+ heterosexual. kook. fc: gabriel guevara ↳ secondary fandoms

.✰* BROOKLYN DAVIS 16-28+ heterosexual. kook. OC take on Brooke Davis from OUAT written into OBX instead with heavy changes fc: Elizabeth Gillies ↳ secondary fandoms

.✰* CRICKET MARSHALL 37. heterosexual. Former kook, JJ's mom. fc: Brianne Howey ↳ secondary fandoms : n/a

.✰* JUNIPER THORNTON 18+ heterosexual. Topper Thornton Sister. fc: Indiana Evans ↳ secondary fandoms : n/a

.✰* KELANI HOLDEN 18+ heterosexual. Pogue, daughter of a cop. fc: Corrine Massiah ↳ secondary fandoms : n/a

.✰* LORELAI CAMERON 18+ heterosexual. Older sister of Sarah, younger of Rafe. fc: Gigi Hadid ↳ secondary fandoms :

Shadow & Bone .✰* coming soon

Stargate Atlantis .✰* AMALIE ROET 30+ heterosexual. Animal Scientist. fc: Rose McIver ↳ secondary fandoms : n/a

.✰* TARYN 28+ heterosexua.l Resident species of the Pegasus Galaxy fc: Jessica Greene ↳ secondary fandoms : n/a

The Summer I Turned Pretty .✰* AUDREY HOPE 17-24+ heterosexual. Rich girl / barista. fc: Natalie Alyn Lind ↳ secondary fandoms : OBX

.✰* CECELIA BENNETT 16-25. heterosexual. singer/songwriter. fc: Sabrina Carpenter ↳ secondary fandoms : HSMTSMS, OBX

.✰* DEVON HARPER 18+ heterosexual. Childhood best friend of Conrad Fisher & Jeremiah Fisher. fc: Fivel Stewart ↳ secondary fandoms : OBX

.✰* ETHAN FISHER 18-28+ heterosexual. Cousin of the Fishers. fc: Chase Stokes ↳ secondary fandoms : OBX

.✰* FIVEL MILLER 18+ heterosexual. New Cousins occupant with family. fc: Petyon List ↳ secondary fandoms : OBX .✰* JADE PARK 18+ heterosexual. Cousin of the Conklins on Laurels' side. fc: Reina Hardesty ↳ secondary fandoms : OBX .✰* LEE MILLER 21+ bisexual. Dancer/street fighter best friend to Jasper Park, cousin to the Conklins. fc: Dylan Sprouse ↳ secondary fandoms : OBX .✰* PRESLEY CARLISLE 21+ heterosexual. Brother to Audrey's ex boyfriend, studying forensic science. fc: Drew Van Acker ↳ secondary fandoms : OBX

The 10th Kingdom .✰* NOVALEE 19+ heterosexual. Daughter of Virginia and Wolf. fc: Adelaide Kane ↳ secondary fandoms : Once Upon a Time

The Witcher .✰* DEMIR Old+ heterosexual. Witcher. school of the crane fc: Ben Barnes ↳ secondary fandoms : Red Dead Redemption

#starkissedscars muses

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nerdgatehobbit · 2 years

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After seeing @twilightofthe incorrect TCW posts via a quote generator I decided to get in on the fun! :)

And yes, at first I included the surnames but then I realized what I did. Out of them, only the crayon one could be considered OOC but I was so pleased to see a wild The Secret Life of Dolls reference that I had to include it.

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Rodney McKay: Alright, listen up you little shits. Rodney McKay: Not you Carson Beckett. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

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Carson: I made this fire bracelet for you.

Rodney: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Carson: You don’t have to wear…

Rodney: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

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Rodney, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea?

Carson: Tea.

Rodney: Wrong. It’s coffee.

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Carson: We have a problem.

Rodney: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

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Rodney: Here is my wall of inspirational people.

Carson: Is that a picture of you?

Rodney: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

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Carson: Rodney, no.

Rodney: Rodney, yes.

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Rodney: How would you like your coffee?

Carson: As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Rodney, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

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Rodney: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Carson: Actually, Rodney, after all these years I just sort of go with it.

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Rodney: You have Crayons?

Carson: Yes, I have-

Rodney: You’re- how old are you?

Carson: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I GAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

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Rodney: You might not know this, Carson, but I am a flawed person.

Carson: I do know that.

Part 1 of ?

#long post #me having fun #incorrect sga quotes #meredith rodney mckay #rodney mckay #carson beckett #best friends in the pegasus galaxy #stargate atlantis #sga

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eirian-houpe · 6 months

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Chain of Command - Act 1

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Teyla Emmagan/Michael Kenmore Characters: Richard Woolsey, John Sheppard, Jennifer Keller, Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay, Original Stargate Character(s), Original Stargate Wraith Character(s), Michael Kenmore Additional Tags: Angst, Traditions, Drama, Canon Typical Violence, Politics, Bureaucracy, Conflict Series: Part 2 of SGA Virtual Season Five Summary:

When the IOA replaces Carter as the head of the Atlantis Expedition, and the first thing that happens is the alienation of long standing allies, in spite of Sheppard's best efforts, trouble can't be far behind. Woolsey's command is given a baptism of fire when the Alpha team is ambushed off world, and hampered by a lack of intel they truly are on their own.

Chain of Command - Act 1

Refocus. Prioritize. Defend.

"The I.O.A. is initiating a new policy: immediate recall of all base personnel. From now on, we'll be focusing entirely on the defense of this city. Furthermore, Doctor, your department is going to be scaled back. Without the Gate Bridge, and with the need to keep at least one ship in orbit at all times for defensive purposes, re-supply is going to be difficult. We need to prioritise."

"I don't understand this. I'm already under-staffed as it is."

"Only because you've over-extended yourself with all these humanitarian efforts and your continued attempts to find an antidote for the Hoffan drug. Once you have refocused your attention back to the medical needs of this base and its personnel, I don't think you'll have a problem."

Woolsey and Keller – The Last Man

Act 1

Ronon shifted uncomfortably as he looked around the briefing room at each of his friends. It had been less than twenty four hours since their desperate attempts to find Teyla, and the subsequent deadly battles with the Wraith after being rescued from the ruins of Michael's facility. Their injuries, at least the physical ones, had barely begun to heal, but at least they had had some time to bond and to begin to assimilate what had happened.

Of course, then came the inevitable – the inquisition. Carter had delayed as long as she could in sending the report to Stargate Command. She must have known it would not be a favorable response, not with the outcome as it was.

He sighed as he turned his head to the seat usually occupied by Teyla. He missed her. He missed her intelligent opinions, framed within the culture and experiences of the Pegasus galaxy. He missed the gentleness and concern she showed for everyone that suffused her words and, even when she was critical of plans and ideas, made people feel that their voice had been heard.

Her place was occupied by Halling. As a representative of their Athosian allies, and having been held captive for so long by Michael, he was able to provide them with invaluable insight and information. Ronon knew that without the Athosians' knowledge, to augment his own, the Atlantis Expedition would be perilously uninformed.

"We were not the only ones," Halling said in answer to a question that had just been asked of him, "but we were kept apart from the others."

"Why?" Sheppard asked.

"Which of us can truly claim to know that one's mind?" Halling asked in response, speaking of Michael.

"Well you must be able to make some kind of guess," Sheppard said, and Ronon could hear the irritation mounting in his friend's voice. He knew Halling was doing his best and was unused to these kinds of situations and wanted to try and help the man out, but he couldn't find the words. He couldn't even think of what Teyla might have said.

In the end it was McKay that spoke. "Sheppard, I know you're worried, we all are, but grilling Halling about something he can't tell you is counter productive," he said, "I lay for hours watching Michael working and—"

Ronon glared at him, cutting off whatever had been about to come out of his mouth. He knew Rodney McKay well enough to know that, more often that not, the man's mouth ran away with him, and if he was talking about Michael's work then the chances were that he would let slip about Lorne's condition.

It was the one thing that Sam had, quite deliberately, left out of her report to Stargate Command. She'd called them all together after she'd sent the data-burst that had contained the report and had explained to them that she felt it would be against their, and certainly Lorne's, best interest to tell them until they were sure they had no other choice. Every single one of them had agreed to mention it to no one outside of their small select group. Not even other base personnel. Jennifer was to have sole responsibility for Lorne's care so that not even her medical staff would be involved and risk compromising their silence.

"And what, Doctor McKay?" All eyes, including Ronon's own, turned to face the new Commander of the Atlantis Expedition.

"Well," to give McKay his due, he almost sounded convincing, "I was just going to say that I couldn't even begin to guess at Michael's motives for anything – even having been so close to him. The Athosians, I'm sure, didn't get to see much of Michael himself. Right, Halling?"

"It is as you say, Doctor," Halling answered, "It was usually his soldiers that came to do his bidding."

"Indeed, Michael's soldiers…" Woolsey's voice held a good deal of suspicion and his posture was threatening as he leaned toward McKay. Ronon couldn't help but glance at Doctor Keller, wondering why she had been called to the meeting, and a very uncomfortable feeling began to stir, snakelike, in the pit of his belly.

The night was uncomfortably cold. The frost crept along the ground and condensed the air around their feet, some kind of arcane breath that came as a precursor to the arrival of the Haradian Hag… and arrive she would, for the Red Star had appeared in the heavens several hours before.

Miran walked through his people, watching the way each of them huddled together with their families, perhaps for warmth, but mostly out of fear. He had no family, and neither did he feel fear, only anger; anger at their continued subjugation by the Haradian people and frustration at his own people's apathy, their unwillingness to fight back.

Once again the Red Star had appeared, and once more they had all gathered, lambs to the slaughter, awaiting the coming of the one who would sniff among their young womenfolk, and select the one that would be expected, willingly, to make the sacrifice for all of them, and go with the Hag to the Haradian city, to suffer the ancestors-only-knew what kind of torment and torture.

He stopped walking and pulled his jacket closer around him against the cold. His eyes still moved among the crowds of people, seeking out the one for whom his anger, his need for action, burned most brightly. She looked up and met his eyes in the same moment. She was huddled with her mother and father; with her brother, who also met Miran's gaze. Not tonight… please not this time, his expression said.

Lisstha stood resolute. Afraid, yes, he could see it in her eyes, but he knew she would not falter or fail to do her duty by her people if The Choice should fall on her. None of the young women would. None of them dared, and for most of them it had become so ingrained, so expected, that not a single one among them would even consider marriage until they had passed through three such nights as these without being chosen.

It had become their tradition, a way of life for them, as had accepting those others that the Haradia,'s brought to their settlement, expecting to be cared for, to be subsumed into their community as wives and foster sisters, husbands and foster brothers, but it was wrong… and sooner or later the others would see it – when the last of the elders passed as smoke beyond the Ancestral Ring – and would finally hear Miran's words, and stand with him against their Haradian masters.

The low hum that shook through their bellies filled the air for a moment and in the distance a flash of light split the darkness.

"She is coming."

"The Hag is coming."

"It is time."

The many frightened whispers began to pass among the villagers, as much a part of the ritual as was their gathering out in the cold to await their tormentors.

"And we will stand ready," the young women answered together.

As he watched Lisstha's lips move to shape the words, Miran's fists clenched at his sides and his eyes filled with angry tears.

"No," he cried and began to push his way through the crowd of people, who had started to draw together as the time approached. "This is wrong. Can't you see that?" He broke through to the front of the crowd and turned to face them, spreading his arms wide. "How many more of our young women must we let them take? How many more lives must they destroy before you—?"

"Peace, young Miran," Dannad, the eldest of the leading council stepped forward into the space alongside him. He held out his hand toward him. Miran knew it was meant to be a calming gesture, but it only enflamed his anger still further.

"Don't patronise me, Dannad," he virtually spat the words in the elder's direction.

"No one is patronising anyone," Dannad answered softly, genuine in his concern, "but we all know how much you feel for young Lisstha and that it is understandable, given that, why you would speak this way."

Lisstha stepped away from her mother's arms, coming forward to appeal to him. "I know you want to protect me. I'm not afraid."

"You should be." he told her, reaching out, first to her and then to all of them. "You should, all of you, be afraid – and angry too. There's no need for this. We shouldn't have to—"

"Miran, please…" Lisstha's light touch against his chest cut him off. He automatically covered her hand with his to hold it there, to feel its warmth against where his heart beat wildly inside of him. "Do not speak this way. She is coming and could hear you, and then you know what will happen if she does."

"But Lisstha—"

She reached up then, to cup her hand around the back of his neck and draw him down to meet her waiting, but suddenly fierce, kiss. All resistance in him melted away and he wound his arms tightly around her, deepening the kiss, shameless before the entire village in the way his frightened, needful hunger possessed her, made her his.

When the kiss broke, she leaned her head against his, breathing hard and whispered, "It will be all right."

He did not have the time to reply. From the edge of the village came the sounds of footsteps, slow and labored, and the rustling of the deep grasses that grew there. He spun around to face the direction of their coming, holding Lisstha close against him as he peered into the darkness along with the others.

The Hag came, as she always did, supported by two men. Both carried weapons strapped against their thighs, though they never had to use them. The fear of the Hag, and what defying her would mean for the village, kept the villagers away from them, away from the old Haradian woman.

He felt the old woman's eyes on him as though a physical touch. Against every instinct he turned his head, raised his eyes to look on her. Of themselves his arms tightened protectively around Lisstha and he shivered in near revulsion.

The crone was quite simply the most ancient creature he had ever seen. Her bones were bent and twisted with the effort of supporting her withered flesh for so many years. Her hair, what little she still possessed, was as grey as the frosty air that oozed along the ground ahead of her. However, where her eyes should have been filmed and milky with age, they remained piercing and sharp, pale and faded certainly, but possessed of a fire that burned from somewhere within the old witch.

"Let the women… stand forward," she said and her voice, little more than a whisper, poured ice over every nerve he possessed.

"So what exactly are you saying, Doctor McKay?" Woolsey asked, his voice precise in the way he schooled the inflection.

"I'm saying that I haven't yet had the time to talk to Zelenka about what they saw, about the sensor data, about anything that happened aboard Daedalus, so I can't help you."

Sheppard frowned again at the combative way that Woolsey was proceeding with the debriefing. He was almost acting as though he was trying to make everyone angry and insecure.

"But every indication is that the Wraith now possess some kind of super-weapon capable of destroying a ship with a single shot," Woolsey said.

"No," Rodney countered, holding up a hand, finger raised. "That could have been a lucky shot. Michael's ship could have suffered an overload. There are any number of things that—"

"The report from the officer aboard Daedalus says that the beam was reflected back by Mi—" Woolsey began to argue.

"He also reported," Rodney snapped, "that the sensors on the Daedalus were down. So you're talking about human perceptions. People often misinterpret—"

"We all saw it, Rodney," Sheppard sighed at having to contradict Rodney, but he had to stop McKay from playing into Woolsey's hands and making a total fool of himself.

"All right!" The exasperation in the scientist's voice rang out across the room. "Even if, and I still think it's a pretty big if, the Wraith have developed some kind of new technology, fine! They're using it against each other and against Michael. We don't know of its effectiveness against non-wraith technology. So, great, they're blowing each other out of existence. Let them!" He threw up his hands.

"My point, Doctor McKay," Woolsey went on, apparently unruffled, "Is that while you have been busy with whatever it is you have been doing these last – how long is it, three years, four? – the Wraith have continued to grow in both number and military effectiveness and—"

"All right, that's enough!" Sheppard couldn't hold off any longer. Not with Woolsey getting so personal. "If you're about to suggest that the members of my team have been sitting around on their asses while the Wraith have been running freely around the galaxy you just better be prepared for the indigestion you'll get when I shove your words so far down your bureaucratic throa—"

"Are you threatening me, Colonel Sheppard?" Woolsey snapped indignantly, "because if you are—"

"You know my reputation, Mister Woolsey," Sheppard emphasized the civilian title just a little. He hadn't meant to be quite so graphic in his rebuttal of the man's insinuations, but truth be told, Woolsey had always irritated him, and was getting completely under his skin now. "Even if I were, when I last looked, strategy and ordnance research came under military jurisdiction and I'm still the ranking military officer in command of this expedition so—"

"For how much longer is the question though, isn't it, Colonel?" Woolsey said.

"I don't think so," Sheppard said, refusing to allow himself to be baited on that particular subject. "No one wants the job, Richard. Why do you think they sent you?"

There was silence in the room for several seconds and Sheppard sat back with an almost satisfied smile on his face.

Eventually Woolsey said, "Well, Doctor McKay, when you do get a chance to look over the data from the Daedalus concerning the new Wraith weapon, I'd appreciate your insights and your opinion of how we might best be able to defend against them."

"Of course," Rodney said, and he glanced over at Sheppard in silent gratitude.

"While we're on the subject of the Wraith," Woolsey shrugged further back into the fabric of his uniform, "perhaps you'd care to enlighten me on the one you've consulted with on several occasions."

"Todd?" Sheppard frowned, "Nothing to tell."

"That's not my understanding of the situation," Woolsey argued, "In fact, during the recent months, Colonel Carter's reports have indicated that you've collaborated—"

"Collaborated?" Ronon snapped in question.

Sheppard cringed and quickly put in, "I'd hardly call it that," he shifted a little in his seat, "we merely suggested that if he were to share any Intel he might have on Michael's whereabouts then we might be able to—"

"Colonel Sheppard, you gave him our research on the Hoffan drug." Woolsey leaned forward. "Isn't that right, Doctor Keller?"

"Some…" the doctor began stammering out her answer, clearly caught off guard, "I mean… that is… it wasn't all of it, just—"

"We determined what would be the safest part of the information to give to him and that was all we did," Sheppard said, his irritation leveled at Woolsey's continued efforts to undermine their actions, particularly with so much at stake and so little time remaining quickly rising to an almost unbearable level.

As much as Woolsey had obviously read the mission and field reports, he did not at all seem bothered by the time constraints they were facing according to the information Sheppard brought back from his visit to their future.

Woolsey continued his inquisition, shuffling another set of files to the top of his stack and asked, "And what of the attempts to find a cure for Doctor Beckett?"

"Well," Keller started to answer as Woolsey turned a baleful eye in her direction. "With everything else that's been happening, I haven't really had the chance to engage in further research, I—"

"You see," Woolsey sat back, his hands resting on either side of the stack of files in front of him, "this is exactly the kind of thing that proves my point."

"And your point is?" Sheppard folded his arms in lazy defiance.

"Colonel Sheppard, the activities pursued by this expedition have, to date, been entirely too reactive. We need to refocus our attention on the current needs of base; prioritize our efforts by those that will most effectively alleviate our needs and, above all, defend the personnel and technology of Atlantis against hostile—"

"It isn't just about Atlantis any more," Sheppard argued, glancing toward Halling. "Take a look around you."

"That's as may be," Woolsey began, but Halling interrupted when he paused for breath.

"It is true, Mister Woolsey, that when the people of your expedition woke the Wraith; once more when you helped the people of Hoff refine their virus to be employed against them, and then again when you tampered with the programming of the machines you call the Replicators, your people subsumed everyone into your troubles." He held up his hand to prevent Woolsey from interrupting. "While neither I, nor my Athosian brothers and sisters hold you to blame for these things, I do believe you now have a responsibility to help defend all the people of this galaxy against the threats they now face."

Woolsey's face darkened as he seemed to be gathering words in defense against what Sheppard knew to be the truth.

"Halling's right," Sheppard said, irritably, trying to bring the argument to an end. "Look, we don't have time for this. Daedalus' sensors confirm Rodney's information – that Michael launched several ships before his cruiser blew. He was on one of them, I'm telling you, and he woulda had Teyla with him. Our priority now is finding out where those ships went so that we can finish what we started and get out there to rescue Teyla. She's counting on—"

“I'm sorry, Colonel Sheppard, but I can't authorize another rescue mission," Woolsey said, quietly, but firmly authoritative. "The loss of life has been too great already, and we can't waste any more time—"

"Waste!" Halling's chair flew across the room as the usually quiet and placid Athosian jumped to his feet. "Waste? How dare you!" He started to come around the table toward Woolsey in a manner that was anything but placid. Sheppard had to confess to being more than a little disappointed when Ronon quickly put himself between the two men.

"Take it easy, Halling, he didn't mean it like that," Ronon said in a soft growl, and with a look at Woolsey that was equally as, if not more, threatening than Halling's demonstration.

Halling angrily pushed Ronon's hand away from his chest. "He meant it exactly that way," he said, and then looking past Ronon to address Woolsey once more, added, "Teyla Emmagan is the leader of my people. We have shown nothing but friendship and loyalty to the people of your expedition, Teyla more than any other, Mister Woolsey. If our assistance, if our friendship truly means so little to you that you would leave her to the mercy of one such as Michael, then in her place I shall make sure that you must suffer our presence no more!"

Trembling visibly, as though the outburst had left him drained, Halling said not another word, but turned and left the briefing room. The automatic doors were nothing but a sigh behind him and Sheppard was certain that Halling would have been more satisfied if he could have slammed the door behind him.

Miran boiled with impotent rage, held immobile by the press of villagers who, not wanting to let go of their daughters and sisters until they had no choice otherwise, had surged to form a tight semi circle behind the line of women who stood forward for The Choice.

He could barely see where Lisstha stood with her arms wrapped around herself. She stood between a younger woman to one side and another, like herself, to the other.

Flanked by protective guards, the Hag walked slowly down the line of women. Every now and then she would reach out to squeeze a pinch of a woman's arm, or to turn her head from one side to another, much as would a farmer checking cattle or beasts of burden. When she did, the women did their best not to cringe, but each of them did none the less. Mostly, however, the Hag waved a small, flattish box in front of each one and paused before moving on.

Miran held his breath when she reached Lisstha. As if she felt the lack of breath in his lungs, Lisstha turned her head to peer in his direction and recoiled only slightly when the ages-old hands reached out to test her young flesh.

He knew it was deliberately meant as a taunt; that the old witch had seen him with Lisstha when she stepped into the clearing. Following hard on that realization his rage sparked and once more caught aflame as he understood that, given what she must have witnessed, the crone would more than likely settle her choice on Lisstha, right or wrong. The inertia that held him snapped and he pushed his way forward.

"No!" he cried even as the old Haradian woman announced her choice.

"This one," she said.

"You can't, she—"

"Will stand as the one chosen from your village," one of the bodyguards snapped.

"Please, Miran," Lisstha wept as she spoke, "I'll go, I—"

"It was your last time, Lisstha," he pleaded, with her, with the villagers, even with the Hag herself, "her last time!"

"Her fate," the crone whispered, already retreating with one of her guards.

"Ensure that she is brought to the stone at the proper time," the remaining guard ordered, as he too withdrew.

The senior staff meeting had degenerated into chaos after Halling's angry departure. Both McKay and Sheppard had followed him, whilst Ronon had only been discouraged from taking out his gun and shooting Woolsey when Jennifer had physically put herself between the big Satedan and the new base commander.

"Leave it, Ronon," she said softly, pressing one of her hands against his chest, much as he had done Halling. The other she pressed against his hand that had already closed around the grip of his weapon. "He isn't worth it."

Ronon shook off her contact and stormed from the room, hardly placated by her words. For several moments afterwards there was near silence in the room. She quickly gathered her papers, nervous and wanting to leave.

Before she could, Woolsey said, "Thank you, Doctor Keller."

"Believe me, Mister Woolsey," she answered with a good deal of hostility in her own voice, "I didn't do it for you, and if I were you, after a thoughtless comment like that, you'd be better to just stay out of everyone's way."

"Much as I appreciate the advice, Doctor," Woolsey answered with a calm irritation that reminded her uncomfortably of her father, "I'm not here to be liked."

"Good," she started, gathering up the rest of her paperwork. "Teyla is a good friend to the people of this base, so making comments like that is going to make certain that you won't be."

"It wasn't just a comment, I assure you," he countered, "It's a standing order."

"Well," she began to head to the door, "I'm sure you'll realize sooner or later that you'll have to… to… un-order it."

"Look, Doctor Keller," Woolsey moved a little in front of her to stop her departure. "Teyla has been with Michael for weeks now. There's no telling what he's done, or will do, or even if she's still alive."

"You heard what Colonel Sheppard said," she argued, even though she knew she should just walk around the man and leave, as the others had done. "He will have taken Teyla with him and—"

"You don't know that," Woolsey said, "He was perfectly happy to leave others behind."

"—and he didn't hurt the others."

"Didn't he?" Woolsey said. As she watched his eyes narrow in suspicion, Jennifer felt her stomach tightening in worry. Was he fishing, or did he already know?

"No," she lied, "he didn't do anything to either of them, in fact, he healed Doctor McKay's wounded arm quite expertly and from what Rodney said, had tried to help Major Lorne too."

"My point is—"

"No, my point, Mister Woolsey, is that I have patients to attend to and don't have time to stand around and argue with you about things that may or may not have happened."

Without waiting for him to answer and make her tell yet more lies, Jennifer pushed past him and slipped between the opening doors.

"There's something you're hiding, Doctor," Woolsey's voice followed her through the doorway, "And rest assured, when I find out—"

Too angry to be intimidated she spun around and slapped her hands against the sides of the closing doors, halting their progress.

"You'll what, Mister Woolsey?" she snapped, "Fire me?"

"Well—"

"Everybody needs a doctor, and on this base, I'm it. And as far as medical decisions go, they're mine as well."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Woolsey asked sounding as puzzled as he was irritated.

"Just…" she turned away quickly as she felt her face starting to flush with color, in guilt, "Just stay out of my infirmary," she snapped and then stormed away.

The meeting hall was awash with villagers as it always was after the visit from the Haradian Hag. Families huddled together in happy relief and elders served chunks of bread and hot tea from massive cauldrons hung over the central fire.

It seemed to Lisstha, who stood with her family apart from the others, that they always forgot that such times left one family facing a loss. Today that fell to her and along with the fear of what was to happen to her she felt crushed by the weight of guilt for all the times that she and her family had behaved as the others were now.

A brief scuffle by the doorway of the hall drew Lisstha from her dark thoughts. Her heart sank still further however when she saw Miran. He was standing at the front of a small group of men, all of them trying to push their way into the hall.

"Turn back, Miran." One of the villagers stepped forward again to block Miran's path. "Your kind is not welcome here.

"My kind?" Miran spread his arms and turned full circle before the villagers, who were gathering now to make an audience for his foolishness. "When last I looked, Agrig, I was still of the village; still just like you."

"Not since you've been preaching rebellion," Agrig answered looking around at the villagers for support. A brief murmur answered his searching, but Lisstha found it hard to tell if it was one of assent or disagreement.

"Rebellion?" Miran spat the word in disbelief, then added in a voice of appeal, "What I advocate is for us to defend ourselves." He walked forward then, pushing past Agrig to take the center of the hall as his own. "Far too long we have let the Haradians rule us with fear; take our young women; make us take in—"

"Have a care, Miran," another of the villagers stepped up to face him. Lisstha recalled the man clearly. He was Ynek, and before this last year she would have expected he would have been one of those men standing behind Miran. Early in the last year, however, he had taken to wife one of the others the Haradians brought, from time to time, to their village, and now Ynek and his wife had an infant daughter.

"It is not the outsiders I blame, Ynek," Miran answered earnestly, "your wife and others like her have been an asset to our village."

Lisstha considered Miran's words on many levels. What he said was true and, whilst his words soothed and appeased Ynek's growing temper, knowing Miran as she did she was sure that he did not mean them in quite the positive way that Ynek had heard them.

With the Haradians taking many of their young women, and the others rejecting love and marriage in the wake of the fear which had crushed even her own strong spirit, births had begun to decline. The village had started to die. If it were not for the outsiders that were brought, it would probably already be gone. Lisstha began to wonder just why the Haradians needed the women of her village quite so much as to go to so much trouble.

"We cannot hear your words, Miran," Ynek told him, "You know what will happen if we try to defy the Haradians. We all know."

"It is a threat, Ynek, and a threat alone that has kept us subjugated for generations," Miran said. The frustration was clear in his voice.

"You don't know that. You can't." One of the older men stepped forwards, still cradling his grown daughter at his side. "There are histories of what happened before, when our grandfathers defied the Hag and brought destruction on the village.

"Tales," Miran said and turned to face the man. "And with no more certainty of truth than the threat of the demons the Haradians say they will bring."

"It is not the demons we need fear," one of the elders spoke up, "the Haradians themselves are more than capable of destroying us, and demons can be banished. No, it is the attacks that will come from the Haradians that would undo our lives if we stand against tradition now."

"It is not tradition," Miran said angrily. "It is slavery."

"No, Miran. We cannot take the risk. The tradition this year will stand and I am sorry for your loss." The elder glanced at Lisstha. She looked away, trying to banish tears from her eyes. Had she then hoped that Miran would persuade them to defend her right to stay with her people?

"Wait," Miran tried once more, "there is more." He turned to face all of the villagers now, his expression fervent. "I have been visited."

"Visited?" One of the women frowned in puzzled concern, and looked over at her husband to add his voice to the question.

"What do you mean, 'visited'?" the man asked.

"An angel," Miran said, "He came to me and offered us a way to bring help to the village if the Haradians come. Don't you see…? A sequence of sacred drawings on the altar beside the Ring of the Ancestors that will summon help to our cause. With help we do not need to submit to the Haradians any more."

"How can you be so sure he is not one of the demons the Haradians can bring if we do not do as they command?" another of the villagers asked fearfully. "You should beware of speaking with creatures beyond our ken."

"He was no demon, Marton," Miran said confidently, "He has offered us freedom and asks nothing in return. He recognizes it is wrong to be slaves to any others. He gave me a device," he held up a small black box. It did not look like anything of use to Lisstha. "He said that once the Ancestors' Ring shows the blue of the light, we should hold the nub and speak into this to summon the others that will help us."

Lisstha sighed. Now he was speaking madness. His grief at the thought of losing her had scrambled his mind.

"Miran, please stop," she stepped away from her mother's arms and came to him then. "Can you not hear the madness in your words? How much do you think this hurts me? That you cannot see past your own sadness to the safety my leaving will bring to the village. I do not want this memory to take with me, Miran. I have loved you, and will always, no matter what befalls me when I leave, but I do not want to remember you insane with your grief."

"Lisstha speaks sense, Miran." The elder stepped away from a quiet conference he had been having with a number of the village husbands. "We all of us understand your grief, but for your own safety, my friend, I fear we have no choice but to secure you until you can find your right mind again… find your balance."

"Grieve for me, please," Lisstha said softly, "But do not insult what I do with talk of things that cannot be."

He watched from the shadows between two buildings as they led Miran away. Perhaps he had been wrong in his choice of whom he would use to bring about that which was desired. Perhaps he had not seen the rashness in the man – only the way he was driven in his love for the girl. If Miran could not persuade his fellow villagers to act, then he would have to try a more direct intervention, as he could not afford to fail in his own mission.

#stargate atlantis #chain of command #virtual season 5 #angst #tradition #politics #conflict #canon typical violence

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laura seeing all your sga reblogs is making me want to read mcshep again. what are like... your top five fics. whether or not i might have read them before!

OH MAN okay so i have been wanting to make a McShep fic recs post for a little bit and now you've given me the perfect excuse...only FIVE though i am gonna do my best but idk if i can contain myself tbh. (narrator voice: she could not)

Silly wrong but vivid right by SquaresAreNotCircles | ~4k words, rated T

John is leaning in, head bent low towards the curly-haired guy he’s talking to. Rodney is a little annoyed instantly because hey, what’s so important they would need to whisper it? Why isn’t John pulling him into this?

And then John reaches out and pulls the other guy in. Over the table, by his neck, and suddenly this other guy is kissing John.

Or: With DADT gone, John starts kissing guys. Rodney is (very mysteriously!) not having a great time.

➞ the idea of Rodney being so out of touch with his own emotions that he thinks he’s homophobic rather than into John is just…chefs kiss.

Tutorial by objectlesson | ~3.5k words, rated E

This softness—John doesn't know what to do with how good it feels, how much he wants it. How temporary it probably is, how much it’ll hurt when it’s gone.

Or, Rodney's never touched John's dick, until now.

➞ ok it’s no secret that “we’re fooling around and I’ve got Feelings but he definitely doesn’t (but actually he DOES)” is one of my favorite tropes and this is it done to PERFECTION. (one of the great things about this trope is that it allows for sex scenes and pining at the same time and who doesn’t like having their cake and eating it too?)

Loop the Loop by alsaurus | ~9k words, rated T

One man's quest to comfort a friend. And maybe himself, just a little.

(AKA the one where John takes Rodney out on a million dates without realizing it.)

➞ Every time that someone mentioned Rodney's poor social skills, John had to suppress a smile. In the private universe of his mind he'd come to interpret "bad with people" as "made for me".

This line has lived rent-free in my head since I read this fic and it is wonderful. The whole fic is wonderful. They fit together SO WELL and it’s just. It’s nice ok

Harmonic Function by shaenie | ~8k words, rated E

"Let's go with Banach-Tarski as your safeword," McKay says almost absently, lips tracing lazily along John's hairline, and John blinks.

➞ alright this? This is just really hot. Like, really hot. I bookmarked it for a reason. You know my tastes so, you know. Lol

Little Storms by Chandri | ~18k words, rated T

None of them like to admit it, but sometimes John's wrong. Usually it's Rodney who has to say so.

-> I have several fics by Chandri in my bookmarks, and I felt it might be a bad idea to subject you to the one that’s 50k (though, if you’re interested…) so instead I’ve chosen this one, which made me cry in family mart at 11 o clock in the morning.

Rebuilding Babel by fiercelydreamed | ~20k words, rated E

He wondered if this was how it felt to go crazy -- you didn't lose your mind, it just stopped synching up with the world around you.

The Pegasus galaxy makes Rodney an expert in what he can survive without.

➞ I remember being just floored by this fic when I finished it, like just, daaaamn.

Holy Rivers by objectlesson | ~21k words, rated M

Once they’re back on Earth, things start falling apart.

➞ ok I intended to only link one fic per author BUT this is the perfect post-series fic where Rodney figures his shit out

Monomial Factors by anonymous | ~12k words, rated T

“A cat café,” Rodney says, as he sits—sprawls—on the loveseat. John scopes the terrain before settling himself down beside him, careful to keep his knees tucked safely away from where Rodney’s leg is stretched into his space so their limbs don’t knock together. “You remember that I had a cat, before Atla—we went away?”

John nods. “Sure, yeah. Quirk.”

“Quark,” Rodney corrects. “Well, he’s been with my neighbour for so long, and he’s getting older, and when we got back it just didn’t seem fair to upend his life all over again by having him move back here with me. Putting him on a plane, taking him away from his dog friend—so I’m, well, I’m interested in adopting.”

Rodney wants a cat. John's always been a dog guy.

➞ tagged “cat adoption as a catalyst to romance” I MEAN. HOW COULD I NOT. It’s soft and sweet and in character and I loved it.

It’s been absolutely insane to me to come into this fandom because like. You know that I spent years being The Person who wrote my ship and it’s like going from this tiny little trickle to a fucking…FIREHOSE of content and so much of it is GOOD? And LONG? Like……….how is this happening. Hence why I failed to choose only five fics lol. Anyway if you or anyone else want more recs or specific recs, hit me up because i am READY FOR IT.

#sga #mcshep #fic rec #i kept it under ten at least #thats the best i could do

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me and @gar-trek’s definitive ranking of every tng episode! watch/listen to our epic podcast recording here

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S Tier:

I, Borg, Disaster, The Enemy, Frame of Mind, Darmok, Deja Q, The Most Toys, The Game, Rascals, Starship Mine, Parallels, The Offspring

A Tier:

Conspiracy, A Matter of Honor, The Measure of a Man, Q Who?, The Best of Both Worlds, Brothers, Future Imperfect, Identity Crisis, The Nth Degree, The Outcast, The First Duty, The Next Phase, Time’s Arrow, Second Chances, Phantasms, Lower Decks, The Host

B Tier:

Genesis, The Pegasus, Eye of the Beholder, Hero Worship, Elementary, Dear Data, Loud as a Whisper, Hollow Pursuits, The Icarus Factor, Qpid, Datalore, The Last Outpost, Haven, 11001001, Samaritan Snare, The Emissary, The Ensigns of Command, Booby Trap, Sarek, Chain of Command, Yesterday’s Enterprise, Coming of Age, Captain’s Holiday, Tin Man, Menage a Troi, Remember Me, Night Terrors, Final Mission, Data’s Day, The Naked Now, The Mind’s Eye, In Theory, Redemption, Power Play, Cause and Effect, The Inner Light, Schisms, Suspicions, Interface, Homeward, Thine Own Self, Masks, Preemptive Strike

C Tier:

Conundrum, Encounter at Farpoint, Justice, The Big Goodbye, Angel One, Heart of Glory, The Schizoid Man, The Dauphin, The Royale, Pen Pals, Peak Performance, The Survivors, Who Watches the Watchers, The Bonding, The High Ground, A Matter of Perspective, The Sins of the Father, Allegiance, Legacy, Family, The Price, Reunion, The Loss, The Wounded, Devil’s Due, Clues, Galaxy’s Child, The Drumhead, Ensign Ro, Ethics, Imaginary Friend, Realm of Fear, Relics, True Q, A Fistful of Datas, The Quality of Life, Ship in a Bottle, Aquiel, Birthright, Rightful Heir, Timescape, Gambit, Dark Page, Attached, Force of Nature, Inheritance, Emergence, All Good Things

D Tier:

Code of Honor, Lonely Among Us, The Battle, Hide and Q, Too Short a Season, When the Bough Breaks, Home Soil, The Arsenal of Freedom, Symbiosis, Up The Long Ladder, Where Silence Has Lease, We’ll Always Have Paris, Unnatural Selection, Contagion, Time Squared, First Contact, Manhunt, Evolution, The Vengeance Factor, The Defector, The Hunted, Transfigurations, Unification, New Ground, The Masterpiece Society, The Perfect Mate, Face of the Enemy, Man of the People, Lessons, Silicon Avatar, The Chase, Bloodlines

F Tier:

Suddenly Human, Where No One Has Gone Before, Skin of Evil, The Neutral Zone, The Child, The Outrageous Okona, Shades of Gray, Half a Life, A Matter of Time, Violations, The Cost of Living, Tapestry, Descent, Liaisons, Sub Rosa, Journey’s End, Firstborn

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rodneymckays · 2 years

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Character ask: Ronon?

favourite thing about them

he defies the big, tough guy = uneducated/unfeeling stereotype. he's arguably the most sensitive guy on the team and most in tune with the feelings of others (although that's not saying much when his teammates are john sheppard and rodney mckay BAHAH) but i see it in the way he speaks to teyla when she's going through hardships (usually, the only one who speaks to teyla when she's going through stuff asdfjksh) and the way he spoke to jeannie. and the fact that he's super into poetry and epics, guh, a man after my heart.

least favourite thing about them

fat jokes 🙃

favourite line

that bit in reunion when sam asks where his friends are, referring to his satedan friends, and ronon looks at john, rodney and teyla and goes: "They're right here."

brOTP

TEYLA. no question. for the reasons i mentioned above. and also, they're just on the same wavelength. as the sole pegasus galaxy natives on atlantis, and the only ones who have grown up with the threat of the wraith, they just understand each other. and judge their earth friends together, which is the best thing ever. the looks they share, their silent communication, absolute kismet.

honourable mention is definitely ronon and rodney, tho. even when they don't like each other, they love each other. ronon protects rodney so fiercely when he's in danger, and is super gentle with him when he's ill/injured (those princess carries!!!!!)

OTP

i don't really ship him with anybody, so i'm gonna go out on a limb and say ronon x happiness, 5ever. that, or a lifetime supply of jello. it's what he deserves.

nOTP

can't say i really dislike any ronon ships i've seen? i'm not the biggest fan of john/ronon tho, only because they are such stereotypical broskis 😂 i can't see them in a romantic light

random headcanon

i'm totally stealing this from this amazing fic, but ever since i read it, it's become part of my personal canon for the show. ronon gets super into learning about different cultures because struggling to preserve his own has given him a greater appreciation for the business. and him and chuck become besties when chuck teaches him all about canada and canadian culture and ronon teaches chuck satedan traditions in return!

unpopular opinion

i don't think it's unpopular opinion per say, but it's not talked about enough. elizabeth & ronon's relationship. VERY interesting and fun. VERY different personalities and yet they both really respect how the other operates, and work together extremely well, especially in common ground.

song i associate with them

apollo i: the writing writer by coheed and cambria, particularly when i think about his friends betraying him. also, coheed's songs are basically epic poems in song form, so i thought it fitting.

favorite picture of them

tagging @notsally who also asked for ronon. thank u both <3333

ask me about more characters!

#ronon dex #sga #asks

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itwoodbeprefect · 3 years

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Inge! sorry I'm a little late to the party, but do you still take prompts? if yes, I'd like to request a friendship piece for either Rodney&Teyla or Rodney&Ronon (w/ or w/out a dash of McShep is good for me) pretty please? thanks! <3

Not that late at all, and what a lovely warm prompt! Thank you. :D

I went with Rodney & Ronon, but also kind of Rodney & Teyla and maybe Ronon & Teyla, and also John is around, and it’s almost teamfic? Also, Jeannie.

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The door to John’s quarters slides open exactly like his own would, which he expects, but he stops cold after two hasty steps into the room anyway. He turns back to the door to check, and in the process has to look past the Johnny Cash poster above the bed and the surfboard leaning against the wall and the giant brick of a Tolstoy book on the nightstand, so yeah, he decides in the end, without stepping out to doublecheck - these are John’s quarters. There’s not a single thing out of place, except, well, the obvious.

“McKay,” Ronon grumbles. It sounds like a greeting. Like Ronon, sitting fully clothed on the edge of John’s made bed, is saying hi.

“What are you doing here?” Rodney asks, by way of saying hi back.

“Meeting Sheppard.” Ronon grins, in a way that looks a little dangerous. That’s a good sign with Ronon, who has no problem looking a lot dangerous, if he wants. “Unless you want to spar with me.”

Rodney does not. Rodney thinks that’s a little too predictable for him to say out loud; quite honestly, he thinks John is crazy for endangering his life that way voluntarily every week.

Rodney looks back at the door again, which has slid closed, and in front of which the person he’s been looking for has not suddenly materialized in the last ten seconds. “Where is John?”

“Not here.”

Rodney’s nerves make him skip the snappy comeback. “Any idea where he might be?”

“Why?” Ronon asks.

Which is more than enough to make Rodney spill his guts. He was barely holding it in, anyway. “I think Jeannie’s mad at me, and I’m not sure why.” He frowns and starts to pace back and forth and rub his hands together. He’s a multitasker. “I don’t think I did or said anything rude lately, but her emails are shorter than usual, and she didn’t even sign the last one. It’s really not like me to overthink these kinds of things, because I don’t care what people think of me anyway-” That’s a lie, he’s come to realize in recent years, but it’s a comforting one to repeat out loud, sometimes. “But, you know, I think I was the bad guy for not contacting Jeannie all those years and we’ve only just started being brother and sister again, so I’ve been trying to put in the effort, and now I think she’s mad at me.” He stops marching and gives the too long, didn’t read version. “So I need someone to tell me what I did wrong, so I can fix it.”

Ronon levels a look at him. “And you need John for this.”

The look says more than the words, and it has a point, of course. John’s not known for his exceptional social grace and skill. Rodney wags his head a little, considering how to justify his choice. John is his best friend, but he’d feel a little pathetic saying that to Ronon, who he’s pretty sure is also John’s best friend. “He had some surprisingly clever insights about my relationship with Jeannie last time she was here,” is what Rodney lands on, reluctantly. He spots John’s golf stuff in the corner, and wistfully thinks back to being able to just ramble at John without Ronon sitting there, judging him.

Ronon leans back, planting his hands behind him on the mattress. “I could help,” he offers, out of the blue.

Some deep, deep blue. Blue enough to make Rodney stare, hands stilling mid-wring. “You?” Rodney’s not trying to be offensively puzzled, but he thinks he’s allowed a little surprise. If John is dubious in his social grace, Ronon is a tripping hazard. “You could help?”

Ronon stares back like a challenge. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Rodney says. He waits and looks at Ronon expectantly, but nothing happens. Ronon just looks back at him mutely. “Please?”

“What would Teyla do?”

“Huh?” She’s not here, either - if Ronon’s help is just sending him to chase someone else around the city, that’s not very helpful at all.

“Ask yourself,” Ronon says. “What would Teyla do? And then do that thing.”

Rodney is right back to baffled. He’s not sure he ever left - he’s talking to Ronon Dex about feelings. “Is that how you handle a problem?”

“No.” Ronon leaves a pause there. Rodney finds himself unexpectedly distracted by the question if Ronon talks so little because he really just doesn’t have much to say, or because finding words takes effort. “I glare at it until it goes away.”

Rodney huffs a laugh out of pure surprise, because that almost sounds like a joke. It may not have been, but either way Ronon doesn’t glare at him, which Rodney takes as a sign that he hasn’t just become a problem.

“And if that doesn’t work-” Ronon continues, which Rodney feels is surprisingly talkative of him, until he lets that sentence hang unfinished.

But Rodney can do that, now. Finish Ronon’s sentence. “What would Teyla do?”

Ronon nods. He looks a little smug, like there’s a dead Wraith around here somewhere. “Yeah.”

“Oh,” Rodney says, both because he would have guessed that Ronon’s backup plan would involve a lot more knives (though it could, potentially, still involve knives sometimes - Teyla’s very good with those) and because that’s actually good advice. If there’s one person who would know how to get someone to tell them what’s wrong, it’s Teyla.

And if Teyla thought somebody she loved might be mad at her, but she wasn’t sure why, she would... ask. She wouldn’t go into a tailspin and try to guess at the answer while assuming it had to be her fault, she would ask why and listen and then talk it out.

“Oh my God,” Rodney says, feeling like a whole new world just opened up to him. “Words.”

Ronon pulls a face. It looks a little like a sympathy wince.

Rodney flings a hand out at him. “Thank you!”

“Thank Teyla,” Ronon says, which Rodney thinks is a little weirdly modest for the galaxy’s greatest Runner who just counseled him through a family emergency, but they can work on Ronon’s ability to accept gratitude later, over lunch or something.

For now, Rodney sweeps out of the room, because he needs his computer so he can type so he can get Jeannie to tell him what’s bothering her so he can be a good brother, and apologize only once he knows what he’s apologizing for. God, Teyla’s smart.

As luck would have it, John is just stepping out of the transporter when Rodney storms towards it. “Hey,” he says, slowing to a stop when Rodney doesn’t. “What are you doing here?”

“Asking you for help.” Rodney brushes right past him with a pat to his arm; no time.

“You’re going the wrong way,” John calls after him.

“I’m fine! Ronon helped me by making Teyla help me help myself with Jeannie.”

“What?”

The last thing Rodney sees before he steps into the transporter is John’s bewildered face. It’s clear John is left with some questions, but Rodney doesn’t need to hang around for that. Ronon can take over; that’s what Teyla would do.

Or, Rodney thinks, what a friend would do.

(Turns out, in the end, that Jeannie was never even mad at him to begin with - her next email is much longer, and details all the mundane little circumstances that piled up and left her very stressed last month but that she didn’t think Rodney had wanted to hear about (it involves a flu and lice and a car that wouldn’t start and visiting in-laws and school play preparations and a lost teddy bear and half a dozen other little things Rodney is glad he doesn’t have to deal with in Pegasus), and then she calls him very attentive for picking up on her mood and sweet for thinking to ask if everything is okay.

The next day Rodney bribes one of the botanists to cut a bouquet for him and gives it to Teyla, and he hoards one of the last pieces of pie at dinner until Ronon shows up. “What’s happening?” John asks, suspicious. Maybe Ronon’s explanation wasn’t all that comprehensive after all.

“Emotional intelligence,” Ronon says around a full mouth, spewing little pieces of pie across the table, and Rodney nods solemnly.

That’s not what Teyla would do, because she’s smiling at them both, but close enough.)

#there could be mcshep in this but it would be very hidden between the lines #(i have two prompts left and if one of those is yours - it's still coming! somewhere the next few days hopefully)#my fic #sga #*#stargate atlantis #ronon dex #rodney mckay

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