Free Your Soul

Farewell

2008-02-26T07:45:02Z

This is, once again, wingsofsaturn.

I am posting with some sad, sad news.

Two weeks ago, Sierra, also known as Unsung was in a car accident. She was returning from a dinner with some of her friends, when a semi-trailer skidded around a corner. It flipped onto it's side, crushing her car. She died instantly.

It has been a terrible time for us all, an that is why it has taken this long for me to tell you this. I am planning on leaving this journal up, as a testimony to her memory.

She was a happy person, bright and bubbly; intelligent and creative; caring and kind. We will all miss her greatly.

Forever in our memories.

Atlatis Screencaps

2007-11-30T04:17:20Z

Okay, I've been out of the loop for a little while, So I was wondering if anyone could tell me where i could get some high-quality SGA season 3 screencaps?

I need them to continue on with my story "A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words"

Thanks!

-Waves Madly-

2007-11-30T03:33:01Z

I'm back, I'm back, I'm backI'mbackI'mbackI'mbackI'mbackI'mback!

I'm back!

Did ya miss me?

-cough-

Anyway, yes I am back once more! -grins- How's everybody going? I missed all you guys a lot.

Also, my muse has returned -Le gasp- So, I was wondering which fic you guys want me to finish off first? I'll do my best to get them all done for you guys, don't worry. ^_^

The fics we have are;

Glass
A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
50kinky ways table
au100 table
100 Rodney McKay Ficlets [Which I never really started...]

I think I might have forgot some, but oh well.

-hugs everyone-

unsung_hero_99 @ 2007-08-29T20:50:00

2007-08-29T10:53:49Z

Hey guys.

I know I have not been around lately, but things have been hectic and crazy and nuts around here. I don't really want to go into detail; but I'm exhausted; mentally and physically.

I doubt I will ever get around to finishing any of my fanfiction at this point in time; maybe sometime in the future.

Because of this, I am giving anybody who wishes the right to finish off any of my stories; or simply take the plot idea and run with it. If you do, please leave a link in the comments.

For that reason, this post will remain public.

I hope you are all well, and I hope i can speak to you all soon.

Love, Unsung.

Kiss!

2007-07-08T06:47:17Z

My two little stories that contribute the sheafrotherdon's kissing meme.

Sunset

and

Kiss Me Baby One More Time
John/Rodney, PG.

Go join!

2007-07-02T02:25:09Z

Go join this.

It's sheppard_lims, a last icon maker standing icon contest. It's fun. xP

Look ma, no hands!

2007-06-06T14:25:44Z

Well, I tried to write the next chapter of Glass, only to realize I am completely stuck; then I tried to make the next chapter of A Picture Is Worth A thousand Words, only to find that New Atlantis has gone weird and I can't find any screen caps that have good enough quality for me to use, because I'm picky that way.

So, I tried iconing, and made my first animated icon! The pictures are not the best quality, but I'm kind of proud of it. I'll probably make some more, similar one's once I get the hang of it, but I just had to post it.

So here it is, my first animated icon. McKay/Lorne

Fic Snippet

2007-03-22T15:16:05Z

Just another snippet I couldn't get out of my head.

AU, gen at the moment.

~*~

“But…but…” Rodney’s blue eyes were huge as he stared up at John, and yeah, maybe John felt a little bad, but he needed this job.

“Sorry Rodney,” He drawled out, making Rodney blink at him, “But I need this job to pay for my football fees,” John had said, and Rodney had blinked again.

“Football fees? You need this to pay for football? Why you selfish son-of-a-” Rodney had cut himself off, and spun on his heel and marched away. John stared after him, because, yeah, football fees weren’t that important, but they were more important than some microscope or something science-y thing that Rodney would probably buy with the money.

~*~

John glanced down at the address on the slip of paper, and then up at the battered building that most defiantly did not look like an apartment building. John frowned and walked up to the front step, knocking strongly.

A sleazy looking man opened the door, and snapped out a “What?”

John stared at him, and then gave himself a mental shake. “I’m looking for Rodney McKay. Is he here?” John asked, bringing out his most charming smile.

The guy eyed him up and down, and smiled at him, “He doesn’t live here anymore, but you’re welcome to come in,” The guy said, and by god he was hitting on him.

“Where did he move to?” John asked, still smiling even though it took a lot of effort. The guy shrugged, and as if realizing John wasn’t interested, turned back to scowling at him.

“No idea. All I know is that he couldn’t pay the bills, so I kicked him and that little girl out,” The guy said, and slammed the door in his face.

John turned to leave, and felt a chill run down his spine. Rodney couldn’t pay the bill so he got kicked out. That’s why he had needed the job. And what about that little girl the guy was talking about? Did Rodney have a kid…nah; he was too young, sister, maybe? But then why wasn’t see living with their parents?

John kicked at some of the snow that covered the pavement as he walked down it, feeling incredibly guilty. He wasn’t looking where he was going, and stumbled when his feet connected with something half covered in snow. He paused and turned around, intending to take out his guilt on what he had thought was a large clump of snow. Instead he stares in shook at a shivering Rodney McKay, wrapped around a tiny form of a shivering girl.

John’s beside them in a flash, shrugging out of his coat and wrapping it around the young girl who can’t be more than seven. Rodney blinks up at him, “Sheppard?” He asks in a quiet, shivering voice.

“God Rodney, c’mon, lets get you somewhere warm,” And Rodney nods and struggles to his feet, and then John feels the young girl snatched out of his arms. “Shh, its okay Jeannie, everything’s gunna be okay. Mer’s gunna take care of you,” It’s then that John realizes the young girl is crying, and Rodney looks up at him with wide, pleading eye and the next thing he knows he’s bringing them back to his apartment, shivering in the cold and a heart full of guilt.

~*~

I should be in bed right now

2007-03-17T13:03:08Z

Written for kueble's Multifandom Snowed In Weekend Challenge.

It's long passed midnight and I should be in bed but instead I'm writing fic. I'll write more in the morning or tomorrow when I'm actually awake, probably some Rodney/Lorne or Sheppard/Lorne, but right now I have McKay/Shepaprd. G, and written in five minutes.

~*~

He passes the little red building with the lawn chairs every morning on the way to his bus stop. He thinks it’s strange and can’t help wondering what its purpose is, even though he doubts he’ll ever find out. The lawn chairs are amusing, sitting out there everyday without even being sat on. Then one night it snows, and the whole place is dusted with the stuff. He shivers and pulls his coat tighter around his body, and even though it’s the start of the day he can’t wait to get home.

Because home means hot coffee or chocolate, and some hot food too. It means being curled up in front of the fire with strong arms around him and some hot coco in his hands, feeling warm and loved. It means seeing the cat stretched out on the back of the couch, the light of the flickering fire dancing shadows across every surface. It means lots of cuddling and kissing, but most of all it means John, and for that alone, he’ll always want to be home.

~*~

Not So Simple Life

2007-03-11T12:26:00Z

Title: Not So Simple Life
Warnings: Past background het
Pairing: Lorne/McKay pre-slash, past McKay/Brown, off screen McKay/OMC
Spoilers: None.
au100 prompt: 001 - Beginnings
100 Rodney McKay icons prompt: 47 - Tears
Beta: vagablonde who did an awesome job and put up with my stupid mistakes like spelling eyebrow as two words.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me, but I play with them anyway.
Author's Notes: Oi, what was I thinking?
Summary: At the age of 34, Evan Lorne is one of the hottest actors on the planet.

~*~

At the age of 34, Evan Lorne is one of the hottest actors on the planet. He has numerous awards, three Academy winning films under his belt and casting agents literally knocking down his door, offering him money and everything else under the sun to get him onboard

At the age of 35, Evan Lorne disappears from the spotlight, he drained his account, sold his house and his car, bought a motorbike and left with just the clothes on his back, and over a million dollars in his rutsack.

He sold his motorbike and gave the money from it to a homeless person he passed on the street. He bought a plane ticket to Australia, and moved to a small suburb, Strathfieldsaye, that was a few kilometers from Bendigo, a growing city in the bush.

He bought a house and some land and was welcomed into the small community where everyone knew everyone else. They knew who he was, but apart from a few instances, they let him live how he wanted.

There’s a small bunch of stores in Strath, as the locals call it, where there’s a supermarket, a hairdresser, a fresh fruit and veggie store, a fish and chips shop, a doctors and a pharmacy. A petrol station finishes them off, and he’s quite happy here.

His neighbors to the left have a teenage girl of 14, Danielle, and she pops up at odd moments. She’s smart for her age, and could probably become anything she wanted; but when asked what she wants to do, she describes a dream of continuing on with her family’s farm. Evan’s never met her parents, and in one confession she told him her mother died in a lab accident when she was 6. That’s why her father works the farm now, he used to be some big scientist but he couldn’t stand it after he lost her, so they moved here.

Danni says she gets her hair from her mother, Katie, the soft brown tones more often than not pulled back into a ponytail so it stays out of the way. She has stunning blue eyes which she tells him come from her father, as does her crooked smile.

Evan wants to meet him, because Danni describes him with a passion that only falls second to her passion for her dream. She calls him a genius, and the love that shines from her eyes tell him more than her words ever could.

When Evan finally, finally meets him, he’s not what he expected. Danni was right about the eyes and crooked smile, but he pictured some loving figure. Rodney scowls at him on site, and instantly demands to know if he’s the one his daughter is always raving on about. When Evan shrugs Rodney rolls his eyes and launches into a speech with lots of hand waving about how he better not be influencing his daughter inappropriately.

But then Danni walks in and Rodney’s face softens just a bit, and she hugs him and kisses his cheek, introduces him to Evan Lorne, who she describes as having more than half a brain. Evan raises an eyebrow at the speculative look Rodney throws him, and lets a half grin slip out. That seems to be a good thing, because Rodney sighs heavily and says he can stay for dinner if he can convince Danni to set the table. Danni jumps up and down and thanks him, before running from the room. Rodney smiles fondly after her and turns back to Evan and tells him to make himself comfortable while Rodney makes tea.

They all sit down at a rickety old table in the kitchen and Rodney dishes out a delicious looking roast and baked potato combo, and Evan’s mouth waters. They all dig in and conversation flows easily between bites, and Evan feels right at home.

~*~

He’s known the McKays for two years now, and not once have they mentioned that they know about his past. Danni knows, because she told him. He’s not sure about Rodney, but he doesn’t think Rodney really cares one way or another.

~*~

One evening Danni comes over, and she’s a mess. She babbles for the first five minutes before taking a deep breath and explaining calmly that Rodney had been dating this guy for over a year, and the jerk just broke up with him over the phone. She explains that Rodney had hung up the phone, stared at it for a full ten minutes then left the house without saying a word. That was an hour ago, and now Danni doesn’t know he it is.

Evan calls Elizabeth Weir, the nice lady that owns the cattle farm across the road, and she’s over in a flash to take Danni back to her house until Evan can find Rodney.

He pulls on a coat and grabs a flashlight, heading out straight away and not letting himself dwell on the fact that Rodney’s missing. He didn’t know Rodney was Bisexual, but he suspected as much.

He searches for half an hour before he finds Rodney. He’s sitting on the bank on the side of the McKays' dam, arms wrapped around his legs and shivering in the cold. He only had a thin t-shirt on, and Evan shrugs off his coat and drapes it around his shoulders before sitting down beside him.

They don’t speak, and Evan knows the break up must of hit Rodney hard. He realizes from the barely coherent mumbling that Rodney probably loved this guy, and Evan wants to punch his face for the way he’s made Rodney now.

They sit for another ten minutes, with only a quick call to Elizabeth to tell her Rodney’s okay. Rodney leans into him, and Evan automatically wraps an arm around him. He feels a warm wetness against his shoulder, but doesn’t say anything. He’s never seen Rodney cry, and he knows that Rodney must have really loved this guy for this to happen.

Rodney’s barely audible sobs stop, and then his arms come around suddenly and hug him tight. Evan lets him, and a soft smile touches his lips. He doesn’t know why, but he presses a kiss to Rodney’s temple, and whispers that it’ll be alright.

It seems to be enough, because Rodney tilts his head up to look at Evan, and smiles.

Evan smiles back, and finds himself lost in deep blue eyes that reveal a world of hurt, but now with a spark of hope.

~*~

Meme

2007-02-24T05:06:06Z

Snagged frome clockstopper.

Comment and I will. . .
1) Tell you why I friended you.
2) Associate you with a song/movie.
3) Tell a random fact about you.
4) Tell my first memory of you.
5) Associate you with an animal/fruit.
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
and
7) IN RETURN YOU GOTTA DO THIS

*Eep*

A Picture Is Worth A thousand Words 2/3

2007-02-20T13:10:12Z

Title: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words (2/3)
Warnings: Swearing, Image Heavy.
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard Pre-slash.
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of season 2
Word Count: 803
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me, but I play with them anyway. All images are from New Atlantis.
Author's Notes: I started this for the Amnesty/Post -Secret challenge at sga_flashfic but then I stopped writing it, and now I finished it.

ETA: Error fixed, thanks to everyone who pointed out the up-load error.

First Part

~*~

John dropped the photos on the bed, and took several moments to compose himself. Rodney liked him, thought he was beautiful. He could see it in the other photo's now... He knew what Rodney meant when he'd said she knew. Old Weir had known about Rodney's, well; crush, for lack of a better word, on him. How? John sighed and placed the photo's back in the envelope carefully. He picked up the second envelope and opened it slowly, drawing out the next stack. With a deep breath, he looked down at the first one.

Well, that wasn't surprising. John missed Ford too, and he felt a pang in his chest as he looked at the photo. Most people didn't know it, but Rodney and Aiden had been friends, and Aiden's the one who taught Rodney how to shoot.

Lindstrom. Rodney had talked to him like a friend, but John hadn't made the connection. That must hurt, knowing that your friend, someone you asked to come along, was killed before they even made it to Atlantis. John hadn't realized just how much guilt Rodney must be carrying.

John couldn’t’ hold back a snort at that. Rodney had thought Ronon was going to eat him? Well, Rodney did overreact to some things, and he supposed being caught in a trap made by someone that looked like Ronon, he might, might, have come to the same conclusion. Well, at least Rodney trusted him now.

John felt his hands clenching again. Fuck, what had Cadman done? He had a pretty good idea, but still. No wonder Rodney was always so uncomfortable around her, and John had teased him about. God, he felt like an asshole. John was going to have a long talk to her about privacy.

What the? John knew it had been bad after Doranda, but resignation? John could only imagine what might have driven Rodney to do that. He loved this city. He wouldn't leave unless... God, what had he done?

Now John really felt like an asshole. He'd believed Torrel, a convicted criminal, over a member of his own team. What must Rodney think of him?

Poor Rodney, John knew how much he hated feeling helpless. He sighed heavily and moved on.

Wow, that was... different. John shuddered as he remembered that incident. He'd thought himself repulsive. Obviously, Rodney hadn't agreed with him. That meant that Rodney's 'crush' ran a lot deeper than he thought.

God, Rodney. John's chest constricted and it was hard to draw in breath. What had he put Rodney through, all that shit, and Rodney loved him...

Rodney still trusted him, even though John had told him he didn't trust Rodney.

So, that was why Rodney took it. Damn it, that stubborn, arrogant...brave, brave man. He risked his brain, his most important part of himself, at least in Rodney's eyes, to save him.

If Rodney felt that way every time he flirted... John couldn't imagine how Rodney must feel. And that hurt, that hurt a lot.

Whoa, wait a minute. Back it up, Rodney and Caldwell? Colonel in the USAF, straight as an arrow Caldwell fucked... Rodney. John couldn't explain the tremor that run through him, and it took a moment to realize it was jealousy, with a side helping of possessiveness too. Man, he was so over his head in this.

Okay, that hurt. Rodney thought he wouldn't come. How far into his guilt was he that he didn't realize that they did care?

There it was again, the not caring shit. If they, no, when, not if. When they got Rodney back, John swore to himself he'd show Rodney just how much he cared.

Huh, so Rodney does trust Caldwell. Well, that could be because they...because he. God dammit! He wanted to kill that son of a bitch Caldwell.

John couldn't help the grin that crossed his face. Rodney could just be so dorky sometimes. Raiding the Genii outpost had been one of those times.

John cringed. He'd ignored Rodney when he'd tried to speak with them right before they did it. He knew Rodney cared a lot more than he was supposed to, but this?

Huh. Wow. John realized just how many times Rodney had done something, and they'd taken it for granted. Not even a thank you. What would he have done in Rodney's shoes? He didn't want to think about it, because he doubted he'd be so accepting of it as Rodney was.

John dropped the final photo onto the bed, and leaned back against the wall. How could he have missed all of this? How could he have not seen what Rodney was going through? Rodney was a bigger man than he; that was the only thing he was sure of at the moment.

~*~

Another table

2007-02-19T05:57:47Z

I really, really, really need to stop this. Like, now. Someone please stop me!

For au100

Evan Lorne

001.	Beginnings	002.	Middles	003.	Ends	004.	First	005.	Last
006.	Hours	007.	Days	008.	Weeks	009.	Months	010.	Years
011.	Red	012.	Grey	013.	White	014.	Black	015.	Blue
016.	Purple	017.	Brown	018.	Green	019.	Pink	020.	Colourless
021.	Friends	022.	Enemies	023.	Lovers	024.	Family	025.	Strangers
026.	Teammates	027.	Parents	028.	Children	029.	Birth	030.	Death
031.	Sunrise	032.	Sunset	033.	Too Much	034.	Not Enough	035.	Sixth Sense
036.	Smell	037.	Sound	038.	Touch	039.	Taste	040.	Sight
041.	Shapes	042.	Triangle	043.	Square	044.	Circle	045.	Moon
046.	King	047.	Heart	048.	Diamond	049.	Queen	050.	Joker
051.	Water	052.	Fire	053.	Earth	054.	Air	055.	Spirit
056.	Breakfast	057.	Lunch	058.	Dinner	059.	Food	060.	Drink
061.	Winter	062.	Spring	063.	Summer	064.	Fall	065.	Passing
066.	Rain	067.	Snow	068.	Lightning	069.	Thunder	070.	Storm
071.	Broken	072.	Fixed	073.	Light	074.	Dark	075.	Shattered
076.	Rebirth	077.	Paralysis	078.	Disease	079.	Agony	080.	Healing
081.	Blind	082.	Deaf	083.	Lost	084.	Found	085.	Missing
086.	Choices	087.	Life	088.	He	089.	She	090.	It
091.	Birthday	092.	Christmas	093.	Thanksgiving	094.	Solstice	095.	New Year
096.	Writer‘s Choice	097.	Writer‘s Choice	098.	Writer‘s Choice	099.	Writer‘s Choice	100.	Writer‘s Choice

American School System

2007-02-11T10:07:36Z

Okay, I have a question for all you American's out there.

What are the actual 'level's' of the school system?

Like, Junior's and seniors and all that jazz, how does it match up to the Autralian system?

For instance, the Australian school system goes like this:
Kindergarten

Primary School
Prep
Grade 1
Grade 2
Grade 3
Grade 4
Grade 5
Grade 6

High School
Year 7
Year 8
Year 9
Year 10

Senior Secondary
Year 11
Year 12

Then there's Uni etc. etc. So, can anyone help?

Oi.

2007-02-11T06:19:18Z

This is an Atlantis High School AU that I am so not writing.

It's a couple of scene's I can't get out of my head. So here they are.

McKay/Sheppard, G, or maybe PG, I don’t know.

~*~

“Hey Shep, your boyfriend’s here!” Lorne called out across the football field.

John turned around, eyes scanning the edge of the field. He grinned when he saw him. Rodney was sitting on the fence, heels digging into the wire to hold himself steady while his hands gripped the rail on either side of him.

John jogged over to him, smiling as he came to stand between Rodney’s open legs.

“Hey,” He said, reaching a hand up to hook around Rodney’s neck and pull him down into a kiss.

“Hey,” Rodney smiled in return some time later, after finally being released by John.

John leaned forward and touched his forehead to Rodney’s, his hands splaying out on the railing beside that of his boyfriend’s.

“So, what brings you here, apart from me?” John asked, still grinning.

Rodney shrugged and looped his arms around John’s neck, “Not a lot, the others are waiting over at the usual spot, and I was bored. So, I figured I’d come see you act all manly playing football,” He teased.

John pressed a quick kiss to Rodney’s mouth and pulled his head back. “Well, practice is over, so let’s go meet up with the others,” He lifted his hands and wrapped them around Rodney’s back, pulling him off the fence so he was standing. He gave him another quick kiss before jogging away to collect his bag, and joined Rodney at the gate, ignoring the way the rest of the team was grinning at him.

Lorne loped up to them and fell into step beside John, who had his arm around Rodney’s shoulder, and Rodney’s arm around his waist.

“You guys keep that up, you’ll be as bad as O’Neill and Jackson,” Lorne teased, and John gave into the urge to stick out his tongue.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause you got no one to make out with since Lindsay dumped you,” Rodney snorted.

“Rodney!” John chastened, and slapped him on the back of the head.

“Ow! No abusing the boyfriend!” Rodney complained, un-hooking his arm from around John to rub his head.

Lorne snickered, and shook his head, “What am I saying, you’re worse than O’Neill and Jackson, and I am so not jealous.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, we believe you,” Rodney rolled his eyes and dropped his bag as they reached the others.

They were in the usual spot, grouped up on the grass near the old tree that featured prominently in the middle of the sophomore’s lawn. Elizabeth was chatting with Teyla over something or another, Radek was fixated on Elizabeth and Carson was staring at Ronon practically inhale his food.

John laughed and dropped to the ground, leaning against the tree trunk and spreading his legs so Rodney could settle between them. He bent one knee and wrapped his arms around Rodney’s waist as he sat down, tightening them and pulling him in even closer, so his back was flush with John’s chest. John dropped a kiss on his neck. Rodney sighed contentedly and tipped his head back to rest on John’s shoulder.

~*~

“Hey, who’s that?”

Rodney looked up as Lorne spoke, and followed his gaze to see a scrawny kid sitting alone a little distance from them.

“Oh, that’s Parrish. New kid. Hey! Parrish!” Rodney shouted out, and waved his hadn when Parrish looked up.

“Come here!” He called, and Parrish picked up his stuff and walked over towards them, nervously wringing his hand on the strap of his bag.

“Take a seat, you’re not totally dumb, and we wouldn’t want Kolya to get you,” Rodney frowned, and then shook his head as John’s arms tightened again, his fingers tracing the scar on Rodney’s arm.

“Parrish, meet Elizabeth, Teyla, Zelenka, Ronon, Carson, Lorne and John,” Rodney introduced and leaned his head back again, content with his introduction. John smiled and tilted his head, leaning forward and drawing Rodney into a deep kiss.

Parrish sat down beside Lorne, and stared at Rodney and John as they made out.

“Are they always like that?” He asked in a quiet voice.

Lorne snorted, “Worse, I’m Evan, but call me Lorne,” He smiled, trying to make Parrish comfortable.

“Uh, o-okay, I’m-I’m David,” He stuttered out, and shivered as a cold breeze picked up. He pulled jumper form his bag and shrugged into it, noticing that the others were doing similar things.

“I’m cold,” Rodney complained when he and John broke apart. John snorted and shook his head, but pulled a jacket form his bag and helped Rodney into it. Rodney was a fairly scrawny teenager, so the sleeves were too long; and it hung a little low.

“What about you?” Rodney asked, settling back down into his earlier position. John nuzzled his neck, “I have you to warm me up,” He grinned.

~*~

Icons!

2007-02-09T12:00:25Z

More icons, because I haven't learnt how not to bite off more than I can chew yet.

[x] Please credit as follows: Art by tardis80 , icon by unsung_hero_99
[x] Comments would be nice
[x] 18 McKay/Sheppard icons

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Created with angelamaria's Icon Table Generator @ Bauble

Fic for slashing_lorne

2007-02-03T06:42:03Z

Title: This is what love feels like.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: McKay/Lorne
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me, but I play with them anyway.
Summary: This is waht love feels like.
Author’s Notes: written for the slashing_lorneFebruary challenge, 50-word fic, prompt: First Love

~*~

He's never really been in love, he thought he had, but then he realized he was gay. He didn't think he'd find love on Atlantis. But, lying here with an astrophysicist pretending to be an octopus while he's still enjoying post-cotial bliss, he thinks 'This is what love feels like'

~*~

Another fic.

2007-01-28T14:22:47Z

I have to stop doing this. Thing is, I can't seem to finish my old fic, I just want to start new ones. Someone, please stop me. I think I need something that stops me from writing new fic, and tells me to get off my lazy ass and finish my old ones. Grrr. Anyway...

Title: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words (1/3)
Warnings: Swearing, Image Heavy.
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard Pre-slash.
Spoilers: Season 1, Epinany.
Word Count: 1,050
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me, but I play with them anyway. All images are from New Atlantis.
Author's Notes: I started this for the Amnesty/Post -Secret challenge at sga_flashfic but then I stopped writing it, and now I finished it.

Image Heavy. All images can be clicked to enlarge.

It’d been a three weeks. Three weeks. It wasn’t the longest one of them had gone missing, but that didn’t matter. What made it worse, what made it seem like so much longer; was the fact that he was trapped in a time dilation field. He was really starting to hate those things. According to Zelenka, in the month they’d been trying to find him, three years had passed inside. Three years. It was taking longer to get him out than it had to get him out, because they technology wasn’t ancient; it wasn’t like anything they’d seen before. John thought if Rodney were here, they’d have him out in a week. But that was the problem. Rodney was trapped in there.

Right now, John was sitting on Rodney’s bed, in Rodney’s quarters, surrounded by Rodney’s things. A coffee cup teetering on the edge of his desk, an open laptop on the ground near his bed; dirty clothes scattered on the floor. Things that spoke of who’d been here. In the quiet of the soundproofed walls, everything was screaming at him.

He fell backwards, lying on the uncomfortable prescription mattress, another thing that reminded him of Rodney. John rolled onto his side and his frown deepened as he felt something stab him in the shoulder. He sat up and pulled back the covers, seeing three envelopes sticking out from under Rodney’s pillow. He picked them up and settled the covers back down. They were all thick, but the third one was a little smaller. Neat writing was printed on front of each, and John recognized it as Rodney’s. Well, nah. His inner voice told him, you’re in his room. John thought that made sense, and when had his inner voice started to sound like Rodney? He shook his head and looked at the first envelope. Year One. That was all it said. John put the other two on the bed and flipped over the first one, carefully opening it and empting the contents into his hand.

They were photographs.

No, they were more like postcards, he realized with a start, and the pictures on them looked like images from thefirst year here. They had writing on them. John looked at the first one.

John frowned some more, Rodney wished that they’d never found Atlantis. Sometimes. Huh. John suddenly realized what these were. Secrets. Confessions. Things Rodney couldn’t speak of. John felt bad for going though them, but reasoned with himself that Rodney wouldn’t know he’d gone through them. It didn’t help, but it didn’t stop him from going to the next one.

Well, that one wasn’t really a secret. Rodney had seemed terrified a few times during that whole incident.

Ouch. John winched at the reminder of the iratus bug incident. Also, where the hell did Rodney get these photos? Oh well. Wow, John knew Rodney had been afraid, but afraid for him? At the time, he hadn’t thought that was possible, but now… he didn’t finish that thought, but instead moved to the next one.

Whoa, Rodney liked Bates’ hands? Rodney liked Bates? Rodney likes men? That stunned John into just sitting there for ten whole minutes. Huh, well, that explained a few things. John mentally shook himself, determined not to think about it, even as he felt a pang of jealousy inside him. He viciously clamped down on that. No, no way. Rodney might like men, but he’d given no indication to liking John. With shaking hands, he moved onto the next one.

Hmm, that one as cryptic, what did it mean. What had Rodney lost that the kids of M7G – 677 remind him of? Did Rodney have kids, or had kids? He’d have to ask him… right, Rodney wasn’t here. He moved on.

John bit his lower lip, that wasn’t so much as a confession from Rodney, as it was something about Beckett. Although it did show how much Rodney really did care. He quickly moved on to the next.

John smiled a little at that one. Way to boost a guy’s ego. So, Rodney felt safe around him; that was good. John smiled some more, even on a Wraith Hive Ship Rodney felt safe with him, which, okay, was a little weird.

John wasn’t surprised; Earth didn’t fell like home anymore to him either. Atlantis, with all her treasures and dangers, was home now.

John’s back went ramrod stiff. What the hell had that bastard Kolya done to Rodney? He knew about the cuts on his arm, and they were bad enough. Dammit, even knowing he had done more to Rodney made him want to kill him a million times over again.

Huh. Rodney was scared of who he was becoming. Well, John was a little scared too. Rodney was a scientist, he shouldn’t have to know how to fight and fire a gun, but out here, he was forced to learn.

John frowned some more, he knew Rodney felt bad every time someone died, but this suggested more than he let on. If Rodney was still beating himself up over this, how the hell had John missed it? His hands clenched on the image, and he forced himself to calm down and move on.

Ha! He knew Rodney had been jealous of… wait, what? If he hadn’t been jealous of John, they who…? John’s brain short circuited. Could Rodney have been jealous of Chaya? No, John, don’t go there.

That one had to be the most cryptic so far. ‘She knew’. What did that mean? She knew what? John assumed the she part was referring to the old Weir, but what had old Weir known?

Okay. John thought after staring at the picture for a long while. Rodney had been looking at him. John allowed himself the smallest bit of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Rodney liked him?

Rodney had been afraid for him. That made John’s chest twist in an un-familiar way, so he moved onto the next bit. He cocked his head to the side and contemplated that. Hadn’t told him what? What was it that Rodney wanted to tell him?

Huh, there it was again. Rodney wanted to tell him something, but it seemed things kept getting in the way. John sighed, and moved on slowly.

Wow, way to drop that on a guy.

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