Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, by in_wintertime.
Rec Category: Gen
Pairing: None
Category: episode tag, AR, Atlantis, Aiden Ford, Rodney McKay
Warning: drug use
Author on LJ: in_wintertime
Author's Website: none, as far as I know
Link: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Summary: "He had never thought about running into McKay crouched over a dying Wraith, sweat smelling sour and enzyme-bitter."
Why This Must Be Read:
There is very little Ford-centered fic out there, and this one is a little gem. It plays with the scenario of McKay getting addicted to the Wraith enzyme. From then Ford and McKay are always on the run, seeking new enzyme and fleeing from the people of Atlantis.
Very tersely written, sparse and intense this story shows a realistic might-have-been with great characterization of both Ford and McKay.
Aiden asked, once, what had happened, because nothing added up.
He had never thought about running into McKay crouched over a dying Wraith, sweat smelling sour and enzyme-bitter. Half-doses of enzyme weren’t enough to cause that kind of blank-eyed hunger and surely McKay would never have chosen to take anything more. Then he remembered the first time he had returned to the caves and how he had found one of his men dead on the floor and the other missing - - fear had closed in on him like a vise and he had thought of Sheppard so fiercely that it had hurt. Now he thought differently - - wondered - - because he could see his own desperation in McKay when their supply ran too low.
So he asked, but only once, because McKay’s voice was sharp enough to draw blood when he said, “That’s not anything worth telling.”
But McKay wore a restraint cuff on his wrist until the fabric finally frayed apart, and that was telling, even if Aiden no longer wanted to hear.
Pairing: None
Category: episode tag, AR, Atlantis, Aiden Ford, Rodney McKay
Warning: drug use
Author on LJ: in_wintertime
Author's Website: none, as far as I know
Link: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Summary: "He had never thought about running into McKay crouched over a dying Wraith, sweat smelling sour and enzyme-bitter."
Why This Must Be Read:
There is very little Ford-centered fic out there, and this one is a little gem. It plays with the scenario of McKay getting addicted to the Wraith enzyme. From then Ford and McKay are always on the run, seeking new enzyme and fleeing from the people of Atlantis.
Very tersely written, sparse and intense this story shows a realistic might-have-been with great characterization of both Ford and McKay.
Aiden asked, once, what had happened, because nothing added up.
He had never thought about running into McKay crouched over a dying Wraith, sweat smelling sour and enzyme-bitter. Half-doses of enzyme weren’t enough to cause that kind of blank-eyed hunger and surely McKay would never have chosen to take anything more. Then he remembered the first time he had returned to the caves and how he had found one of his men dead on the floor and the other missing - - fear had closed in on him like a vise and he had thought of Sheppard so fiercely that it had hurt. Now he thought differently - - wondered - - because he could see his own desperation in McKay when their supply ran too low.
So he asked, but only once, because McKay’s voice was sharp enough to draw blood when he said, “That’s not anything worth telling.”
But McKay wore a restraint cuff on his wrist until the fabric finally frayed apart, and that was telling, even if Aiden no longer wanted to hear.