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annundriel) wrote2008-03-13 12:57 pm
annundriel) wrote2008-03-13 12:57 pm
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SGA Fic - Tomorrow
Hey, I finished something! Short, but finished.
McKay and Sheppard. I wouldn't call it gen, but the Sheppard/McKay is more implication than anything. Involving the events of "The Last Man." Not all hope is lost.
Tomorrow
It doesn’t matter that John disappeared months ago, Rodney still expects to hear “Hey, McKay, whatcha workin’ on?” and turn to see him lounging in the entrance to the lab.
(That never happens.)
Every day that goes by without that interruption, there’s a tiny voice at the back of his skull whispering, “Maybe tomorrow.”
Because surely – surely – Rodney will have figured this out at some future point, will have sent John back to where he belongs. (With them.)
And every day he thinks tomorrow until days (weeks, months, years) fall around him like ashes. Teyla, Ronon, Sam, Jennifer gone; Atlantis, his city, his home, lost to him.
Irreplaceable.
For him.
But only in this time, in this place.
John will come back to them. He’ll walk (burst, stride, stumble) through the ‘gate. (Knock on Rodney’s door. “Hey, McKay, whatcha workin’ on?” Like nothing had ever happened, like living on Earth was normal.) Explain to them all where he was, that Rodney was right; that somewhere in the future he’s the hero, too.
He’ll save the day, erase the past (future). Time will unknit itself under Rodney’s careful instructions and John’s capable hands.
Rodney will stop being the last of them left.
No one gets left behind.
Tomorrow. Maybe.
McKay and Sheppard. I wouldn't call it gen, but the Sheppard/McKay is more implication than anything. Involving the events of "The Last Man." Not all hope is lost.
Tomorrow
It doesn’t matter that John disappeared months ago, Rodney still expects to hear “Hey, McKay, whatcha workin’ on?” and turn to see him lounging in the entrance to the lab.
(That never happens.)
Every day that goes by without that interruption, there’s a tiny voice at the back of his skull whispering, “Maybe tomorrow.”
Because surely – surely – Rodney will have figured this out at some future point, will have sent John back to where he belongs. (With them.)
And every day he thinks tomorrow until days (weeks, months, years) fall around him like ashes. Teyla, Ronon, Sam, Jennifer gone; Atlantis, his city, his home, lost to him.
Irreplaceable.
For him.
But only in this time, in this place.
John will come back to them. He’ll walk (burst, stride, stumble) through the ‘gate. (Knock on Rodney’s door. “Hey, McKay, whatcha workin’ on?” Like nothing had ever happened, like living on Earth was normal.) Explain to them all where he was, that Rodney was right; that somewhere in the future he’s the hero, too.
He’ll save the day, erase the past (future). Time will unknit itself under Rodney’s careful instructions and John’s capable hands.
Rodney will stop being the last of them left.
No one gets left behind.
Tomorrow. Maybe.
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Also, every time I read this, especially the whole image of John hanging in the doorway, all I see is that one fic of mine where I describe John just kind of dangling forward into the room with his hands on the door frame. It's such a John action. :)
I love the way it ends.
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John should always lean on or dangle from things. It's a new rule. That I've just made up.
Thanks again, Kasey!
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One of these days I will catch up with SGA.
♥
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I am so happy to hear that the parentheses worked. They just seemed right with Rodney in the sort of state I see him in. And with the strangeness of time, I wanted to incorporate some of that...fluidity...and the attempt to grasp and hold onto what you can. Or something. As long as it worked. :)
One of these days I will show up, park myself on your floor, and force you to make drinks and watch SGA.
♥
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