They Do Not Teach This Stuff In Med School (beadattitude) (G)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Kate Heightmeyer
Characters: Kate Heightmeyer, John Sheppard
Pairings: This chapter of the 'verse is Gen
Categories: The Checkmate 'Verse overall is John/Rodney slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ: beadattitude
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: They Do Not Teach This Stuff In Med School on AO3
Original story on Bead's LJ: They Do Not Teach This Stuff In Med School
Why This Must Be Read: This month I'm reccing stories featuring Kate Heightmeyer in her role as a therapist. The show didn't treat her well in this respect - I don't think she came across as very believable, and there was all the Hollywoody hypnosis stuff. So, as ever, "apply fanfic". These stories show Kate as she should have been - a skilled therapist. Due to the nature of SGA fandom, they mostly feature John as the patient, and sometimes Rodney. This one's a favourite - it's from early in Beadattitude's Checkmate 'Verse (in which John's been transformed into a small black cat) - in which Kate's skill crosses species barriers. It's a bang-on portrayal of Sheppard, and Sheppard-as-cat, astute and amusing.
"I'll make you a deal," she said, one time when he looked like he was going to keel over. "Stay here, take off your boots and relax, and we'll count it as a session." She walked to her large Athosian-made basket-chest, took out a soft green blanket and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Gathering her notes, she retreated to the far end of her office, where she stayed until the hour was up.
He had slept. He thanked her awkwardly for it, but the gratitude in his eyes had been very eloquent. She was honored he could relax there. When she thought it appropriate, she'd take the blanket out and withdraw. They never talked about it again.
Eventually, they were able to establish a connection strong enough that he could walk in, announce a topic that was bothering him, and she’d ask questions or make observations that, most of the time, seemed to help. Not that these sessions were easy - John Sheppard would probably never find it easy to admit his feelings, repression was too much of a habit - but he had joked with her once that the session had “been almost as good as a nap.”
Of course, there was a whole new dimension to John’s inability to express himself when he was turned into a cat and stuck that way for a month.
Rec Category: Kate Heightmeyer
Characters: Kate Heightmeyer, John Sheppard
Pairings: This chapter of the 'verse is Gen
Categories: The Checkmate 'Verse overall is John/Rodney slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ: beadattitude
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: They Do Not Teach This Stuff In Med School on AO3
Original story on Bead's LJ: They Do Not Teach This Stuff In Med School
Why This Must Be Read: This month I'm reccing stories featuring Kate Heightmeyer in her role as a therapist. The show didn't treat her well in this respect - I don't think she came across as very believable, and there was all the Hollywoody hypnosis stuff. So, as ever, "apply fanfic". These stories show Kate as she should have been - a skilled therapist. Due to the nature of SGA fandom, they mostly feature John as the patient, and sometimes Rodney. This one's a favourite - it's from early in Beadattitude's Checkmate 'Verse (in which John's been transformed into a small black cat) - in which Kate's skill crosses species barriers. It's a bang-on portrayal of Sheppard, and Sheppard-as-cat, astute and amusing.
"I'll make you a deal," she said, one time when he looked like he was going to keel over. "Stay here, take off your boots and relax, and we'll count it as a session." She walked to her large Athosian-made basket-chest, took out a soft green blanket and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Gathering her notes, she retreated to the far end of her office, where she stayed until the hour was up.
He had slept. He thanked her awkwardly for it, but the gratitude in his eyes had been very eloquent. She was honored he could relax there. When she thought it appropriate, she'd take the blanket out and withdraw. They never talked about it again.
Eventually, they were able to establish a connection strong enough that he could walk in, announce a topic that was bothering him, and she’d ask questions or make observations that, most of the time, seemed to help. Not that these sessions were easy - John Sheppard would probably never find it easy to admit his feelings, repression was too much of a habit - but he had joked with her once that the session had “been almost as good as a nap.”
Of course, there was a whole new dimension to John’s inability to express himself when he was turned into a cat and stuck that way for a month.