Pilgrim's Progress, by sardonicsmiley. (PG-13)
Hello, I'm thady, your gen reccer for this month.
Rec Category: Gen
Pairing: None
Category: Atlantis, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan
Warning: per author: language, whump
Author on LJ: sardonicsmiley
Author's Website: A list of her Stargate: Atlantis fanfiction can be found in this post.
Link: Pilgrim's Progress
Summary: “You’re not God, Sheppard’s not your messiah, and I’m not the anti-Christ. But I am going to kill you.”
Why This Must Be Read:
Because this is well-plotted, with great twists and turns, exciting, creepy and tense, and when I first read it I just couldn't stop even though it was way past my bedtime. Very vivid descriptions, they stayed in my mind for days after reading this story.
Teyla and Rodney are very true to themselves. And in such an intense story that's a feat in itself.
Even when re-reading and knowing what happens I'm still captivated by this story.
Everything is a reflection of death in this galaxy, even the religion. Even the holidays. Teyla explains Remembrance Day at least three times to the team, though Rodney’s not sure even once was necessary. It’s not exactly complicated. Everyone wanders around mute all day long, ashes in their hair and on their faces.
Rodney sits as patiently as he can while she talks--right up to the point that she says, “Of course, it is not required that any of you to join me-” and then he’s on his feet because he has more important things to do than participate in a religious service for a bunch of gods he doesn’t even believe in.
Ronon grabs Rodney’s shoulder, pushes him back into his chair. Sheppard’s giving Rodney a sharp look, saying, “We’d be happy to go along.”
Rodney scowls, “You might be happy to go along. I have to recalibrate the heating system from someone spilling coffee all over it and knocking half the control crystals out of order, which I know you don’t care about right now, but do you have any idea how cold it’s going to get around here in a few months? Icy. And-”
Sheppard is smiling brightly at Weir over Teyla’s head, “We’ll be ready in two hours.”
Rec Category: Gen
Pairing: None
Category: Atlantis, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan
Warning: per author: language, whump
Author on LJ: sardonicsmiley
Author's Website: A list of her Stargate: Atlantis fanfiction can be found in this post.
Link: Pilgrim's Progress
Summary: “You’re not God, Sheppard’s not your messiah, and I’m not the anti-Christ. But I am going to kill you.”
Why This Must Be Read:
Because this is well-plotted, with great twists and turns, exciting, creepy and tense, and when I first read it I just couldn't stop even though it was way past my bedtime. Very vivid descriptions, they stayed in my mind for days after reading this story.
Teyla and Rodney are very true to themselves. And in such an intense story that's a feat in itself.
Even when re-reading and knowing what happens I'm still captivated by this story.
Everything is a reflection of death in this galaxy, even the religion. Even the holidays. Teyla explains Remembrance Day at least three times to the team, though Rodney’s not sure even once was necessary. It’s not exactly complicated. Everyone wanders around mute all day long, ashes in their hair and on their faces.
Rodney sits as patiently as he can while she talks--right up to the point that she says, “Of course, it is not required that any of you to join me-” and then he’s on his feet because he has more important things to do than participate in a religious service for a bunch of gods he doesn’t even believe in.
Ronon grabs Rodney’s shoulder, pushes him back into his chair. Sheppard’s giving Rodney a sharp look, saying, “We’d be happy to go along.”
Rodney scowls, “You might be happy to go along. I have to recalibrate the heating system from someone spilling coffee all over it and knocking half the control crystals out of order, which I know you don’t care about right now, but do you have any idea how cold it’s going to get around here in a few months? Icy. And-”
Sheppard is smiling brightly at Weir over Teyla’s head, “We’ll be ready in two hours.”