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Five Ancient devices they really shouldn't have initialized. by miss_porcupine - I just like the entire concept of it. And I loved the fifth one like a lot.

Productivity

Being grumpy with a toothache always puts me in the mood to write. For those who are unaware, I was stoned on painkillers--I mean, seriously, I was taking three Vicadin every four hours because it escalated into a jaw infection--while writing Happy Little Sounds, which in this day and age would be called "crackfic".

God, those were good times.

Anyway, so this is the active WIP report, or anything worked on in the last two weeks.



Crimes Against Humanity

This one is weird. Okay, so I was trying to do a John pov--and surprisingly, it did not work. And then I stopped writing it, but the point is, the pov was the problem, so I removed it and restarted with Rodney pov, and suddenly it was writable again. Yay! Or I'm really out of it, which I could be. Did I mentino I'm taking painkillers for a toothache?

"Just a sec. I need two of your people over here." There's something in John's voice that makes Rodney straighten.

"Is everyone--" Rodney gives his watch a doubtful look "I mean, did you--"

"Everyone's dead." John's voice is strangely flat. "So not a lot of activity over here but counting bodies. Teyla took a team to go find her people."

Rodney sits down. "Everyone?"

"Pretty much." Somehow, John's voice manages to convey more shock than he'd ever thought John was capable of. "I want your people here to salvage what we can of their tech and those last databursts."

"I can--"

"No."

Rodney frowns. "John--"

"There is no way in hell I'm letting you touch foot on this planet." And that, it seems, is that. "Choose who you want and get them prepped. I'm leaving two teams here; they'll be under orders to get whatever the scientists want." John pauses, and Rodney thinks he can hear voices in the background, low and muffled.


*****




Teacher's Pet --um. Nine or ten? The one after Madelyn's next one. Maybe eleven.

God, eleven. Seriously, those who have been reading along all this time? Did you think it would *get this far*?

Actually, this got a kick-start from just_eunice, though I honestly don't remember now what she actually said - but hey, results = happiness.

*****

Not being completely stupid, they go down the hall, just in case John convinces Atlantis that this is a conversation he has to hear. Again. "He grows very fast," she says, which is so obvious that Rodney wonders why on earth she bothered saying it. "He is becoming frustrated with the changes in his body." She glances back down the hall, frowning. "The Marines wish to extend their mornings--"

"No." Rodney leans back into the wall.

"I understand the importance of his continued attendance in the labs," Teyla says, but she's lying, and Rodney *knows* it. "However, on Atlantis he--"

"He's not a grunt," Rodney says testily, crossing his arms. "He's a *military commander*. His primary function isn't supposed to be the guy that shoots everything in sight; we just let him get away with it." Watching Teyla's face, Rodney sighs. "They get him two hours in the mornings and Lorne has him for an hour every other night. I'll throw in every other Saturday morning, but--"

"Rodney." Teyla pauses, towel twisting between her fingers. "He grows too fast."

Rodney waits, wondering where this is going. With a frown, Teyla tosses the towel aside. "He grows *too fast*. What I teach him today, he must relearn tomorrow, when his body has changed. There are few days that he does not find the changes--unsettling. I believe that Dr. Beckett was clear on the problems inherent in such rapid muscle growth--he must spend more time learning his body and what it can do."

What she isn't saying--Carson's worry about John's first serious growth spurt. In what passes for Sheppard's chronological development, they're closing fast on puberty, where boys can gain up to a foot in a year. At John's rapid speed of development, six to twelve inches in a matter of *weeks*.

Rodney doesn't even pretend he knows shit about biology beyond the basics, but Carson's worry's been contagious.

"Teyla--"

"I understand your concerns. But he is--" she looks at him curiously. "What worries you? That in being his instructors, his--military will not respect him once he has returned to his correct age? I do not think you need to worry."


*****





Daedalus, which I'm renaming as soon as I can think of a decent title. This one--hmm. The thing is, I'm not sure it has an ending. Does that make sense? I'm not sure how it *could* end. So it slows me down. Anyway, the AU one where Sheppard and Mckay did not go to Atlantis.

*****

"I want to--" Rodney stops, appalled at himself. Sheppard's head turns curiously. "That thing," he says, gesturing at the air above the chair.

Sheppard pauses, and for a second, it's all hot shame and anger--anger at himself for wanting to see, Sheppard for being here to witness that weakness, and the entirety of the expedition for existing, for reminding him of what he isn't, what he can never be.

Then Sheppard rests a hand on the palmrest and swings himself into the seat like he does it ever day. Rodney watches the chair light up, the new ZPM coming fully online, Sheppard's look of startled attention that turns inward, like the world's slipping from his senses. Both hands clench down on the palmrests, fingers white, before he breathes out again, blinking blearily into the ceiling, and Rodney watches the solar system form above him, beautiful and bright.

"Show me Pegasus," Rodney whispers, refusing to believe his voice can sound like that, wondering and hopeful all at once, and the view changes, swirls into something smaller and condensed and almost like something he could have touched once upon a time.

Rodney swallows. "It was stupid to go," he hears himself say, but he can't take his eyes away. "Where's the--" And like Sheppard can read his mind--hell, in that chair, maybe he *can*--the galaxy expands abruptly, rushing across the ceiling in a glow of rainbow light, pale pinks and soft golds and lavenders washing over him, and he thinks he can almost feel it when systems rush by, planets and stars like Christmas lights, asteroid belts, until a single planet hover above them, brighter than anything in the room. "Atlantis."

When he makes himself look away, he sees Sheppard staring at it, too, and Rodney wonders if Sheppard knows what he looks like now, if he's aware of the expression on his face, aware he's clenching the palmrests so tightly his knuckles have gone white, then wonders if it's on his face, too.

Then it's gone, all of it, washing dark so quickly Rodney's blinded. From behind him, he can hear Sheppard pushing out of the chair, a quick step that could be a stumble, then the heavy sound of Sheppard sitting on the platform. Rodney finds himself doing the same, feeling stupid and weirdly vulnerable, being this close to the person who saw him like that, saw his--something. Not regret. Not ever regret.


*****





Field

Um, strangerverse. This is from a prompt in my lj, I think miss_porcupine for John being military or them in the field. Since I hadn't done that yet, it seemed like a good idea.

I'm still pondering whether The New Order gave away too much to make the series interesting. The thing is? It was frustrating *me* not to have some basic information after this many stories, and well--I needed happy. Granted, that John dies, but still! At the time? Happy.

*****

Rodney remembers Beckett's instructions like a voice in stereo in his head, running over and over; elevate the limb, cut away the material, and don't look up and watch Sheppard with his gun still aimed neatly over Rodney's head, despite a field-dose of morphine and a cracked femur.

Yes, the field really is everything Sam said it was. Teeth locked together, Rodney winds the pressure bandages around Sheppard's thigh while Sheppard talks into his radio in a hoarse voice.

Wiping his blood slick hands clean (-er) on his BDUs, Rodney reaches for his gun and waits for Sheppard's almost-shaking hand to come down, hazel eyes glassy. "I'm watching," Rodney says unnecessarily as Sheppard lowers himself back to the ground on his back. He doesn't put his gun down, but at least he starts acting like someone wounded and not someone with a particularly annoying papercut.

"Anyone?" Sheppard says sharply, starting to pull his leg off Rodney's lap. Rodney locks a hand over the bandage and takes a vicious satisfaction in the way Sheppard winces, the way he hadn't while Rodney was rooting around in the wound for a large and not terribly intact bullet. Son of a bitch.

"I think they lost us," Rodney answers grimly. The trees sway over their heads, blocking any possible aerial view, and stone on one side and heavy bushes on the other screen them fairly well from the rest of the area. "Stop moving or I'll give you another dose."

"Too dangerous," Sheppard slurs, touching his radio. "Report."

There's a garbled sound from the radio and Sheppard frowns, pulling it from his ear. "Rodney. Check yours."

Not any better. Well, shit. Of course. "They're scrambling us." Rodney reaches for his scanner, then remembers dropping it to go for his gun, about a beat after Sheppard went down in a tangle of vines and blood. "Teyla and Ronon--"

"Orders are to go back to the 'gate if anything goes wrong," Sheppard says, and pushes himself up, in a move that's got to be proof of insanity. Swinging his legs down, he shakes a little, then sets the safety on the P-90. "We need to--"

"Stay *here*. Restless natives. Instant death. Or is the morphine screwing what little mind you possess?" It's surprisingly easy to start channeling McKay at times like this.


*****



ETA: 9/18/2006 Completed! What You Can't Leave Behind



Common Ground tag

I have never loved an ep so much that it feels wrong ot tag it. Yes, I know, signs of my coming insanity. But seriously. So this one keeps stalling on me. I may finish or cannibalize--it's a toss-up.

He won't see a lot of things the next day; not the tests Carson runs, tracking down what the Wraith did, what the Wraith took away, and what it gave back. Not Ronon, running with Sheppard, who complains and drapes himself over gym benches moaning from running cramps a mile after he should. Not even the way John eats, right hand splayed on the table in a way that Rodney finds hypnotizing, fingers slightly arched and palm flat, talking slightly too much and slightly too fast.

He's Sheppard, though, and they watched him almost die, and even in the Stargate program, it's unsettling to watch a dead man walk and whistle and slouch without so much as a scar to remind them.

("Even the feeding scar," Carson says, mystified, and Sheppard had shrugged, watching Carson poke at the old iratus scar on his arm, sampled and blood-tested unto infinity but no closer to an answer. The Wraith take, but they give, too, and Rodney doesn't see Carson flinch when Sheppard moves a little too fast, smiles a little too bright, comes a little too close.)

They're imagining it, Rodney knows, all part and parcel of near death and sudden life, too much and too fast to understand. He's imagining it, he knows that, when Sheppard brushes his arm at a meeting, shoulder warm and solid; Rodney pulls away to reach for his laptop, already asking Elizabeth a question to cover for the shiver he can't control.

("Excellent health, Colonel," Carson says, smiling from behind glassy eyes. "Excellent. Maybe better than before." A lot better than before, with iratus scars faded and lines sanded from his face, more like the security photo of Sheppard on file at the SGC, pre-Afghanistan, less the man who leads an undeclared war. Carson's not saying it, but he's thinking it. He's thinking it. Rodney knows.)

They're imagining it, he *knows* that, flashbacks to iratus bug transformations and bodysnatching aliens, imagining that Sheppard is changed when nothing's changed at all.

("How much was he--given?" Elizabeth asks, and Carson shakes his head, but it's not because he doesn't know.)

He's imagining it, that when he looks at Sheppard, he sees a different person looking out from behind his eyes.




Pets and Things

I always keep thinking I will use my lj to keep track of rabbit feeding changes and always forget. But the current line up is as follows.

Salad: romanine, green leaf, red leaf, kale, parsley, spinach, cabbage mix, celery and carrot as main vegetables.

Okay, so next up is to check on watercress and boston head and some other greens I've seen that look tasty.

Also--this mix makes an excellent salad for people. Child swears by it. Except when I put in the cilantro.

Speaking of, there are brownies somewhere in this house. Hmm. If chewing did not hurt? I would be all over that.

Seriously loving my icon for this.


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I am eagerly awaiting the Crimes Against Humanities. I love that series. But take your time! Something that good should never be rushed!

*hugs* Thanks.

And I finaly have to comment on how much I love your icon. IT's totally how I associate your name right now.

You're an evil woman... to give us such a snippet and grrr...

I await with bated breath for the next instalment of teacher's pet! ♥

Very much working on it! Thanks!

I swear you must have done something to me because rather than salivating over all these wonderful stories that I've been following and anticipating updates, I am instead having visions of rabbits swimming in a sea of salad. Makes for a good alliteration too. If it wasn't unbelievably late (or early if you will) you would probably have been looking at another cracktastic animal image. I feel insane :/
Hope your jaw feels better soon.

*dies* I use a big plastic sweater box to hold hte salad in the fridge. The ones they sell at Wal-Mart? About sixteen inches long, eight inches deep, eight inches wide or so. It holds one week of salad--I'm not kidding, it's *huge*, comparred to my rabbits' stomaches, yet the salad mentioned above will last them seven to ten days. *marvels*

Thank you. *hugs*

No! The New Order *didn't* give away too much to make it interesting to me: what's interesting is what they *do* with the people they were and how they react to each other now! I'm even more eager for more!

Thank you!

I'm working on it. With Order to give me a definite backstory, I can probably make this an actual cohesive story now.

All of these look great, but I think I'm most looking forward to more Strangerverse. I don't think you gave away too much at all with New Order. I'm still captivated by the dance between Rodney and John, and their grief at the loss of *their* John and Rodney, and how they cope with all of this. It's definitely the most unforgettable WIP I'm following right now.

True (if somewhat bizarre) story. I was driving to work one morning last week, and my eyes were dry to the point of irritation. I couldn't exactly pull over and put drops in, so I tried thinking of something that would make me teary. Thinking about your S-verse Rodney and John totally did the trick! Just a little musing on how in love they were, and how John sacrificed himself to save Rodney, and how hard it must be for Rodney to go on thinking of everything he's lost and having to look at this stranger with his John's face every day, and, and... Better than any old rewetting drops, I'm telling you.

OMG seriously? You're not just saying that to make me grin? Cause--wow.

You know, until I finished Order and read it through? It didn't really sink in how I'd *killed two characters*, one of them canon. Their life was so good! And they were so happy! And wow, I felt really--yeah. Pretty much teary.

Thank you so much.

What tantalizing glimpses! *squee!*

I'm looking forward most to more of the Strangerverse and Crimes Against Humanity.

Thank you!

I am too, with Strangerverse. With Order there to use as the universe-canon, it's easier to think about how to set up the storyline.

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Yay! Well, of course I was excited about new Crimes, but then I read the rest of the snippets, and now I don't know which one I'm looking forward to most. It's all good. (Sorry about the tooth and jaw, though! That sounds miserable.)

*hee* Drugs make up for a lot of things.

And thanks!

If I had anything to do with the Strangerverse (I think I might have mumbled something in that direction, but I'm not going back to check, so I take credit hesitantly), then I am pleased as punch. Because the dissonance for both men is wonderful (even if John's too stoned to appreciate it, Rodney does). And New Order didn't give anything away -- it emphasized what sort of a life Rodney led and how running around with a bleeding-out Sheppard is so very far from the life he knew.

Crimes Against Humanity is my guilty pleasure -- we're rooting for psychopaths!

And now I get to reread all of Teacher's Pet all over again. Oh, the agony...

Yep, it was you, I double checked while less loopy. I worried a lot after Order was posted that it would take the mystery out, but on the other hand, you just can't work with minimal information without messing up or getting frustrated. Order gives me some basic bones now to work around.

And oh yeah. Crimes is my huge guilty pleasure too. I read it and squee, thinking, God, they are so bad. What evil can they do next?


Ooh, more Crimes Against Humanity would be so awesome. I'm still rec'ing it to people when the subject of SGA fics come up. I very much like the suggestions in that little bit...why doesn't John want Rodney on the planet? Is it just because it's dangerous, or have they finally encountered the Wraith, or is it something else entirely?

The Teacher's Pet scene is great, but it's really the Common Ground tag I'm interested in out of the rest....The idea that everyone is reacting to John, but they tell themselves it's because they're paranoid, but maybe they're not....Yeah, I just love things that have to do with Common Ground ^.^

That Common Ground one is *hard*. I may use it to integrate it into something else, because the story really--isn't a story. Just people all freaked out.

Thanks for the confidence!

When I throw my weekly tantrum about the three SGA WIPs that I want to be updated, two of them are Teacher's Pet and Crimes Against Humanity. It pleases me TO NO END to see that they're still being wrestled with. (Does it make me a total perv that I'm gunning for McKay/adult!Sheppard at the end of Teacher's Pet?)

Teacher's pet is slow, but it's never been in danger of actually stopping--I know, still, *slow*. *grins* But working with multiple writers is tricky, and both of us want to keep from screwing it up now that it's come so far, so every story takes a little longer.

Crimes? Is weird, honestly. I love that story, but I'm continually amazed I wrote it. *grins* But yeah. I should have an update on that one soon, pending finishing my next Teacher's Pet.

(no, not total perv. Trust me; we are *all there*.)

(no, not total perv. Trust me; we are *all there*.)

It's not chan if he's legal *inside*! Right? ;)

And Crimes is so beyond weird, it's sitting comfortably in my Pantheon of AUs that Knocked My Head Off. Re-reading it always freaks me out because of how in character they all are. I'm kind of waiting for the Very Special Episode of SGA where they all lose their minds and start killing each other, now.

OMG! Dying with the need to read all of these stories NOW! But, hey, no pressure ;-)

I think I may have mumbled something about military!Shep in Strangerverse - I do know this snippet makes me very happy! It's such an amazing universe you're building, and I can't wait to see more. New Order certainly didn't give away too much! It only made me ache for them more.

I'm not surprised a John-view didn't work for Crimes Against Humanity. Rodney (to me) had the shortest distance to go from canon to Crimes, and the people around him contribute to canon!Rodney not taking that trip, at least in part. He becomes our most accessible window on that universe of people who are echoes of themselves here, when he is more "there but for the grace of..." somebody who's batshit in the Crimes universe not discouraging him from doing whatever he can think up.

The only times Crimes!Rodney has registered as totally alien to me have been when he and John turn themselves on dreaming of the damage they'll do people some day, just because they can. The rest of the time, there's startlingly little difference between evil genius and genius.

John and Elizabeth and Carson of the Crimes universe are forces of nature best observed through a glass not-quite-darkly.

Crimes! Teacher's Pet! Strangerverse!

But most of all 'Daedalus'! I have a chair-kink like you wouldn't believe. That scene in Antarctica, the 'think of where we are in the universe' one, THAT was my defining moment, where I first fell in love with Atlantis, John and Rodney. I have way too many icons of it. And oh God, you made it so much better. *DIES A LITTLE*

I grew eight inches one summer (one summer!), I think between sixth and seventh grade, and it wasn't until I took modern dance during my senior year of *college* that I got a sense of balance back. I fell and tripped and was so, so awkward. The thought of John going through that same phase pains me, yet Rodney and Teyla worrying? Love. Total love.

I adore your crazy sociopathic John with his ruthless practicality, then telling Rodney he can't come to the planet because he doesn't want him to see. ADORE.

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