Gift for respoftw

[tarlanx]

Title: But a Whimper
Author: Tarlan
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating/Category: NC17 Slash
Word Count: ~3800
Spoilers: None
Summary: When a virus sweeps across the world, Rodney was in the Ancient Outpost in Antarctica, and John piloted the last flight in before McMurdo issued a lock down on all personnel movement. Now it's a race against time to find a cure or another means to save what remains of the human race. Only one hope remains - Atlantis.
Notes/Warnings: AU.

Written for respoftw: I tried to include a few of your likes and favorite characters, even if only with a mention! I really hope you enjoy this story.

LINK TO STORY ON AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13103175

 

Gift for KagekaNecavi

[clotpolelis.livejournal.com]

Title: Find a Trace
Author: clotpolelis
Recipient: kagekanecavi
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: T
Word Count: 3300
Warnings: None
Summary: A mission gone wrong, a kidnapping, John Sheppard having some realizations.



They had a rhythm, now, when they had to spend the night somewhere other than Atlantis--a comforting routine that didn’t need to be discussed. The team had been on enough missions to set up camp with a minimum of fuss, although in McKay’s case a minimum was still pretty damn much fuss.

“Move the tent that way,” said Rodney, gesturing towards the center of the clearing. “There’s a root.”

“You’ve got an entire mattress in your pack,” Ford protested. “You’re not going to feel anything under that thing.”

“It’s an orthopedic sleeping pad,” said Rodney primly, “and I need it for my back. It supports, it doesn’t cancel out giant logs.”

“Just move the damn ground cover,” John jumped down from the tree he’d hug their food packs in. “Or else we’ll never get any peace.”

Ford sighed dramatically and tugged the tarp a few inches to the right. “Better?”

Rodney ignored Ford’s question, already unfolding the tent.

John pulled out the stakes, knocking them into the ground through the loops in the corners of the tent, while Rodney arranged the roof pole. The first few off-world, overnight missions they’d had had been weird, negotiating space and boundaries between four very different people.

The first mission Rodney had insisted on the one-man tent, while Ford had bunked with John. Everyone had been miserable (except Teyla, who’d stayed out of it, preferring her own Athosian-made tent to the Earth ones). Ford snored--a fact he vehemently denied, but John had video evidence--and Rodney griped the entire next day about the claustrophobia that had kept him awake the entire night.

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