The isle is full of noises - Shep HC Secret Santa 2012

Jan 19, 2013 12:22

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Something was over his face, he bucked hard. He couldn’t get away. Breathing fast, his chest heaved as he battled. Sweat trickled down his face.

Alien. Aliens…..oh God….he tried to pull off the thing covering his nose and mouth.

The wraith grinned and reached forward but instead of aiming for his chest to feed, went low for his belly. He ( Read more... )

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tridget January 19 2013, 22:04:19 UTC
I am delighted that you got to be my Secret Santa. I have always enjoyed your SGA stories. So, when I saw you listed as a recipient for one of the tales, I was already eagerly anticipating your post. Finding out that I was the recipient of your writing was the icing on the cake. I am sure it will be a wonderful treat for other SGA readers, too.

The quote at the beginning was beautiful and it fit the story so well. (Also, I have a fondness for Shakespeare.)

I loved this story. It answered the prompt perfectly and hit all the right buttons. After those two injuries, Sheppard would have to have been in rough shape. It was great that this had a realistic view of what it takes to recover from an injury, including the setbacks and frustration. Ah, infirmary scenes with Carson - such a nice dose of h/c there.

Great scene with Lorne and Sheppard. I could just picture them doing exactly that in the circumstances. It really worked that both of them were fighting the slow-mend issue. I enjoyed seeing them share a bit of the workload and friendship.

The simple-mission-gone-bad scenario was terrific. Yes, it really did hit the cooling whirly thing. “My God the trees! He'd never seen anything like them before. He had to see more of them.” I LOL’d at that part. I was pretty sure right there that I knew what had happened. In addition to my subject majors, I also have a few credits in biology and botany from my university days and they were specifically in the field of mycology and toxicity. Poor Sheppard, wandering around out there, lost and tripping (in the sense of both magic mushrooms and ill-fitting footwear).

Perfect ending. “He wanted the here and now, the real things. His team.” *sighs with contentment*

Thank you for this. It was a wonderful present indeed.

P.S. Funny thing about the toast reference - it is less than a week since I enjoyed a reread of " Toast - cut five ways." I adored the little tie-in.

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roo1965 March 14 2013, 15:25:39 UTC
Aw, thanks for the kind words. i enjoyed writing this one. i felt that extra h/c was totally due to john after his two injuries... i did dither at the last minute wether to make the girl vengeful or just an innocent mistake. i decide that mistake was easier to do without a whole lot of extra set up. i think i had the team kidnapped at one point and tring to work out how john was to follow them on foot! actually i think that's another story! thanks again for the prompt and for reading Toast as well.

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