SGA Saturday Fandom Appreciation Challenge
My fic recommendations for the SGA Saturday Fandom Appreciation Challenge are all by Martha Wilson. I LOVE her style and the way she portrays the SGA characters. She has this dry, sarcastic sense of humor that leaves me chuckling.
I love pretty much all of her stuff, but I particularly recommend the Retrograde series. My specific favorites of hers include:
Retrograde
Recovery
Typical Day
PX7501
To wet your appetite, here is a little snippet from Recovery.
Rodney frowned at him. "A report on what?"
John shook his head, feeling vague. "Well, we were traitors or mutineers or whatever, I figured no more reports. Now it looks like we could end up part of the SGC again, and I don't even know where my laptop is."
"Did they take it from your quarters?" Teyla asked, watching him worriedly. "Perhaps we can find it in operations somewhere."
"Maybe." John shrugged. "My room is completely trashed, it might be under what's left of the bed." After the memorial service he had stopped by, figuring he at least had time to change shirts, and found the place looked like somebody had used C4 on it. He had just closed the door and gone on.
Rodney stared incredulously. "Your room is trashed? What the hell was the point of that?"
John let out his breath. "I don't know. Searching for stuff, I guess. Secret codes, Ancient technology, gold, jewels, dancing girls, dancing boys." He rubbed his eyes. "Am I saying all this out loud?"
"Did you back up the laptop?" Rodney demanded.
"Probably." Rodney flung his arms in the air and John glared. "Don't start with me, Rodney."
"There are empty beds in the infirmary. You should go there to sleep," Teyla suggested.
"Every time I fall asleep around Carson I wake up with a tube plugged into me somewhere," John protested.
Rodney eyed him sourly. "I wonder why that is. Could it be because you had abdominal surgery, oh, just the other day?"
John swore wearily. "I don't have time to sleep. You know, I don't even know what our supply situation is, if they were eating our food stores." Or if they had just shit all over it like they had the supplies at the Athosian village. Atlantis wasn't due any shipments from their trading partners for another month. And John didn't have one intact gate team he could send out to look for emergency supplies. Hell, he didn't know if they had anything to trade. Then he noticed Rodney and Teyla were staring at him. "What?"
Rodney lifted a brow at Teyla, then looked at John and said pointedly, "Do you remember the gate room? The crates in the gate room, that appeared in the big blue beam?"
Oh, right. O'Neill had sent them supplies, probably enough for weeks. And none of it was poisoned. "Crap. I forgot about that." He propped his chin on his hand and smiled at them. "I bet I'm going to the medlab now."
Rodney pushed his chair back. "You bet right."
I love pretty much all of her stuff, but I particularly recommend the Retrograde series. My specific favorites of hers include:
Retrograde
Recovery
Typical Day
PX7501
To wet your appetite, here is a little snippet from Recovery.
Rodney frowned at him. "A report on what?"
John shook his head, feeling vague. "Well, we were traitors or mutineers or whatever, I figured no more reports. Now it looks like we could end up part of the SGC again, and I don't even know where my laptop is."
"Did they take it from your quarters?" Teyla asked, watching him worriedly. "Perhaps we can find it in operations somewhere."
"Maybe." John shrugged. "My room is completely trashed, it might be under what's left of the bed." After the memorial service he had stopped by, figuring he at least had time to change shirts, and found the place looked like somebody had used C4 on it. He had just closed the door and gone on.
Rodney stared incredulously. "Your room is trashed? What the hell was the point of that?"
John let out his breath. "I don't know. Searching for stuff, I guess. Secret codes, Ancient technology, gold, jewels, dancing girls, dancing boys." He rubbed his eyes. "Am I saying all this out loud?"
"Did you back up the laptop?" Rodney demanded.
"Probably." Rodney flung his arms in the air and John glared. "Don't start with me, Rodney."
"There are empty beds in the infirmary. You should go there to sleep," Teyla suggested.
"Every time I fall asleep around Carson I wake up with a tube plugged into me somewhere," John protested.
Rodney eyed him sourly. "I wonder why that is. Could it be because you had abdominal surgery, oh, just the other day?"
John swore wearily. "I don't have time to sleep. You know, I don't even know what our supply situation is, if they were eating our food stores." Or if they had just shit all over it like they had the supplies at the Athosian village. Atlantis wasn't due any shipments from their trading partners for another month. And John didn't have one intact gate team he could send out to look for emergency supplies. Hell, he didn't know if they had anything to trade. Then he noticed Rodney and Teyla were staring at him. "What?"
Rodney lifted a brow at Teyla, then looked at John and said pointedly, "Do you remember the gate room? The crates in the gate room, that appeared in the big blue beam?"
Oh, right. O'Neill had sent them supplies, probably enough for weeks. And none of it was poisoned. "Crap. I forgot about that." He propped his chin on his hand and smiled at them. "I bet I'm going to the medlab now."
Rodney pushed his chair back. "You bet right."