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Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 11:57 pm
sgaficlet: catch your breath, sga, epilogue to something more
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flaming_muse asked for what happened after Something More. So I--snippeted. But you know, feel free to elaborate to the later incredibly incendiary hot sex that happened *right after*. Or ignore it altogether.
Catch Your Breath
When John steps through the wormhole, everything changes.
Rodney remembers this, remembers those times John would light up like this, rare and precious, stored memories that three years didn't dim, never faded, taken out and touched on the rarest nights, when he'd wander his city and feel its loss like his own.
That restless, endless *anger*, something eternally missing, the discoveries that he couldn't share, the worlds that he couldn't see, the universe he'd touched and lost. The city hums around him and he's waking up with it, the buzz of adrenaline and hope and sheer, unrelenting *relief*.
This is Atlantis, Rodney thinks, watching John in the middle of the mess, civilian uniform as a civilian contractor, surrounded by scientists and military alike, Elizabeth and Teyla and Ronon, old friends, acquaintances, survivors who never forgot him, would never have him go, won't ever let him go again. It's like discovery all over again, fresh and shocky, like being high, too bright and too intense, like waking up on Saturday, but better, because John's all the Saturdays in the world rolled into one.
Like they've all been waiting, grieving for what they missed, now rejoicing in its return.
When John looks at him, sun bright and alive like no one Rodney's ever met, Rodney forgets to breathe.
"What?" John says, the dying Atlantean sun behind him like an orange-red halo, too desperately, ridiculously romantic for words to describe.
Before Rodney reaches for him, pulls him into a kiss that silences the room, touches him like they're alone, he realizes.
This is how you fall in love.
flaming_muse asked for what happened after Something More. So I--snippeted. But you know, feel free to elaborate to the later incredibly incendiary hot sex that happened *right after*. Or ignore it altogether. Catch Your Breath
When John steps through the wormhole, everything changes.
Rodney remembers this, remembers those times John would light up like this, rare and precious, stored memories that three years didn't dim, never faded, taken out and touched on the rarest nights, when he'd wander his city and feel its loss like his own.
That restless, endless *anger*, something eternally missing, the discoveries that he couldn't share, the worlds that he couldn't see, the universe he'd touched and lost. The city hums around him and he's waking up with it, the buzz of adrenaline and hope and sheer, unrelenting *relief*.
This is Atlantis, Rodney thinks, watching John in the middle of the mess, civilian uniform as a civilian contractor, surrounded by scientists and military alike, Elizabeth and Teyla and Ronon, old friends, acquaintances, survivors who never forgot him, would never have him go, won't ever let him go again. It's like discovery all over again, fresh and shocky, like being high, too bright and too intense, like waking up on Saturday, but better, because John's all the Saturdays in the world rolled into one.
Like they've all been waiting, grieving for what they missed, now rejoicing in its return.
When John looks at him, sun bright and alive like no one Rodney's ever met, Rodney forgets to breathe.
"What?" John says, the dying Atlantean sun behind him like an orange-red halo, too desperately, ridiculously romantic for words to describe.
Before Rodney reaches for him, pulls him into a kiss that silences the room, touches him like they're alone, he realizes.
This is how you fall in love.
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From:That was absolutely beautiful.
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From:namaste!
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From:And you konw, feel free to create your own porn after that. Cause they had a *lot* of sex.
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From:This is so sweet, and a wonderful continuation to Something More. I loved it!
*is still a happy, happy goo*
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From:Thanks!
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From:Yeah. Like that.
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From:Perfect.
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From:Thanks for sharing.
:)
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From:*happy sigh*
Oh. That's... so utterly, unbelievably precious. Thank you.
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From:*loves*
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From:Yes, we must have you on post-dental surgery drugs more often. I shall personally stock a warehouse. Plus it'll give me a chance to terrorize all the dentists in my area, which may just fall under the category of "Charmic Payback, you Sadistic Fuckers."
Oh, and when I get back to the States in a month? Catching up on SGA like whoa and then possibly snurching the aforementioned idea of the Atlantis betting laptop. I feel the urge to have Zelenka carefully guarding it with random Atlantean safety measures to ensure all bets are safely stored and not tampered with. For some reason my sleep deprived brain is conjuring up the image of him using some sort of Atlantean fly swatter to smack Kavanaugh's hands whenever they get within a foot radius of the Sacred Laptop of Betting-Goodness.
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From:I keep wondering if John will come back as a US citizen, or as the spouse of a Canadian.
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