Christmas in the Holly-Free Zone, by Sholio (PG)
Rec Category: Gen
Pairing: none
Category: Aiden Ford, Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, gen, team
Warning: none
Author on LJ: friendshipper
Author's Website: City on the Ocean's Edge
Link: Christmas in the Holly-Free Zone
Why This Must Be Read: Is it completely obvious yet that I forgot all about reccing this month? Oh, there are so many reasons why I love this story. It definitely has some fluffy humor moments, but it still feels real - like it was something you could just picture happening on the series. Character-wise, almost everyone makes at least a small appearance . . . it's literally an "A to Z" of everyone from Season One, all the way from Aiden to Zelenka. Sorry, I couldn't resist.
All joking aside, this really is a gem. It's about the first Christmas in Atlantis and everything that happens, for better or for worse, during the holiday season. Some of it's serious, some of it's surprising, and some of it's downright hilarious. This is another one of those stories that I always look for whenever I'm in a bad mood, because I know it will cheer me up. Sholio captures everyone's voices almost perfectly, making this a really fun read.
"I can't wait to hear this story."
"Doc, can't he leave?" Sheppard demanded between clenched teeth. Rodney had pulled up a chair next to the cot on which Beckett was currently examining the Major's ankle, and he positively quivered with badly suppressed amusement. Most of the other cots in the infirmary were also occupied with various Marines being fussed over by medical personnel.
"The way I heard it," Elizabeth said, also looking vastly entertained, "John fell down a forty-foot vertical shaft in the limestone that was covered with vegetation. Luckily he hung up halfway down."
"Luckily," Sheppard grumbled. "Tell that to my skinned elbows. Good thing we had rope in the puddlejumpers."
Rodney leaned forward attentively. "If you hung up halfway down, then how'd you manage to hurt your ankle?"
"That happened later, when I was trying to rescue Ford from the quicksand."
"And Ford was in quicksand because ...?"
"Escaping from the wolves," Ford said from the next bed over.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "I didn't even know there were wolves on the mainland."
"Imagine our surprise," Sheppard said.
Rodney's smile had reached terminal levels of smugness. "Yes, and imagine my surprise to be passing through the control room, en route to Elizabeth's office, only to hear that there was some kind of massive rescue operation on the mainland involving most of the Marines, initially trying to save you people and, subsequently, each other."
"The coastal mainland is very safe." Teyla looked concerned and somewhat guilty. "Apparently the interior is less safe."
Sheppard winced as Beckett wrapped his twisted ankle. "Yes, what tipped you off? Was it the killer bees, or maybe the jumping snakes that can spit poison up to, what was it, Stackhouse, forty feet away?"
"More like fifty, I'd say, sir." One side of the soldier's face was swathed in bandages.
"And let this be a lesson to you people," Rodney informed them. "Christmas kills. Did you know more people die during the holidays than at any other time of year?"
Pairing: none
Category: Aiden Ford, Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, gen, team
Warning: none
Author on LJ: friendshipper
Author's Website: City on the Ocean's Edge
Link: Christmas in the Holly-Free Zone
Why This Must Be Read: Is it completely obvious yet that I forgot all about reccing this month? Oh, there are so many reasons why I love this story. It definitely has some fluffy humor moments, but it still feels real - like it was something you could just picture happening on the series. Character-wise, almost everyone makes at least a small appearance . . . it's literally an "A to Z" of everyone from Season One, all the way from Aiden to Zelenka. Sorry, I couldn't resist.
All joking aside, this really is a gem. It's about the first Christmas in Atlantis and everything that happens, for better or for worse, during the holiday season. Some of it's serious, some of it's surprising, and some of it's downright hilarious. This is another one of those stories that I always look for whenever I'm in a bad mood, because I know it will cheer me up. Sholio captures everyone's voices almost perfectly, making this a really fun read.
"I can't wait to hear this story."
"Doc, can't he leave?" Sheppard demanded between clenched teeth. Rodney had pulled up a chair next to the cot on which Beckett was currently examining the Major's ankle, and he positively quivered with badly suppressed amusement. Most of the other cots in the infirmary were also occupied with various Marines being fussed over by medical personnel.
"The way I heard it," Elizabeth said, also looking vastly entertained, "John fell down a forty-foot vertical shaft in the limestone that was covered with vegetation. Luckily he hung up halfway down."
"Luckily," Sheppard grumbled. "Tell that to my skinned elbows. Good thing we had rope in the puddlejumpers."
Rodney leaned forward attentively. "If you hung up halfway down, then how'd you manage to hurt your ankle?"
"That happened later, when I was trying to rescue Ford from the quicksand."
"And Ford was in quicksand because ...?"
"Escaping from the wolves," Ford said from the next bed over.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "I didn't even know there were wolves on the mainland."
"Imagine our surprise," Sheppard said.
Rodney's smile had reached terminal levels of smugness. "Yes, and imagine my surprise to be passing through the control room, en route to Elizabeth's office, only to hear that there was some kind of massive rescue operation on the mainland involving most of the Marines, initially trying to save you people and, subsequently, each other."
"The coastal mainland is very safe." Teyla looked concerned and somewhat guilty. "Apparently the interior is less safe."
Sheppard winced as Beckett wrapped his twisted ankle. "Yes, what tipped you off? Was it the killer bees, or maybe the jumping snakes that can spit poison up to, what was it, Stackhouse, forty feet away?"
"More like fifty, I'd say, sir." One side of the soldier's face was swathed in bandages.
"And let this be a lesson to you people," Rodney informed them. "Christmas kills. Did you know more people die during the holidays than at any other time of year?"