I know I'm a bit late, but yesterday I wasn't up to string together a few words to a sentence. Anyway, now I am :D.
Yesterday, Friday the 13th of November 2009, which, in my opinion, was probably the best Friday the 13th EVER to have been, the SGA Big Bang site went live. Without further ado I present to you:
Title:
Dawn Will BreakAuthor:
darkmoore &
ca_piersonWords: 92.401
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, mention of: McKay/Brown, McKay/Carter, McKay/Keller, Sheppard/Nancy, Sheppard/Teer, Sheppard/OFC
Warnings: genderswap, m-preg, pregnancy, multiple character death (major and minor), torture, angst, AU, kidfic, crossover with SG-1
Summary: When Atlantis - upon returning to the Pegasus Galaxy from Earth - breaks apart in hyperspace, only John is saved from the debris. The group of Ancients that retrieved him offer him a bargain: Either he helps them make corrections in some universes, where things have gone wrong, or they put him back where he was found. Reluctantly accepting, John embarks on a lonely journey through a multitude of universes until he finally reaches the place he could again call home.
Notes: Thanks to
earlwyn,
forestgreen,
rheanna, and
whizzy; also, thanks to Leah and springwoof (
taste_is_sweet &
springwoof; they have a joint journal at
leahwoof). Extra special bonus thanks to our beta team,
theshadowpanther,
musicianatheart, and
mcflyboys. And last, but certainly not least, thanks to our artist,
davincis_girl who took it upon herself to read through the last part of the story and gave us her opinion and her help and basically betaed it for us. You all rock!
Sometimes ...
“Okay, hyperdrive?” John asked, looking over at Rodney.
“As far as I can tell, the hyperdrive is in working order. Energy flow is constant and on the right level, so no dangerous spikes. Still, the entry to hyperspace wi-”
“Will be the most dangerous part,” John finished with Rodney. “You’ve said. Several times. I think I know by now.” John concentrated on allocating some energy to the hyperdrive, warming it up as gently as he had the stardrive. It was surprisingly easy to open a hyperspace window in front of them; all he had to do was to tell the city and she reacted instantly. For a moment, Atlantis just hovered in front of the window, then John nudged the city forward bit by bit. After all, he still had Rodney’s tirade in his ear about going into a hyperspace window too fast and what it could do to the structural integrity of an object the size of a city.
… getting to the place you can call home again …
“I’m from another universe,” John said, “and I’m here to fix something.”
“Another universe,” O’Neill repeated, deadpan, his eyebrows rising up to meet his hairline. “And you’re here to … ‘fix something’,” he continued, then paused for a heartbeat. “I think I’ll add ‘crazy’ to the list, why don’t I? So right now, I’m tending more towards crazy than psychic.”
… is harder than you might think …
John stared at his feet in surprise. He’d never thought that at one point he’d be hovering a couple of inches above the floor without the help of a rope. “What the hell?” he asked no one in particular, not actually upset, just surprised.
Shylah only gave him a smile and watched him float around his quarters.
“This is cool,” John told her, and grinned, already making plans on going out for a little … stroll. He figured he deserved it.
… but however long the night …
“If you are jumping to conclusions like this, Sheppard, it’s no wonder it took you three tries to make it to Detective. You know nothing about me, so don’t go around making assumptions. The SGC - especially O’Neill - seems to have a soft spot for you. I agree with O’Neill in the regard that kicking you out for trying to do the right thing was an unwise decision, because, having met other versions of you, I actually think you usually care for others. Unfortunately for you, you lost that capability somewhere along the way. And that makes you stupid and dangerous, in my point of view,” he still stared John down, his voice cold and hard and unforgiving. John didn’t know what to make of this Rodney, who was so cruel, disillusioned, and deliberately rude instead of just socially inept. It was a strange combination and one John didn’t care for at all.
… dawn will break.
John turned around, coming face to face with a very pregnant Jeannie Miller. Only it wasn’t Jeannie, because her eyes were bluer, her mouth a bit thinner, and her hair was a different shade as well, darker. There was also a scowl on her face John knew only too well.
“Rodney?” he asked incredulously.
Eventually.
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