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tacitMy SGA fic so far....
Working Out
3300 words, McKay/Sheppard
--John's enforcing mandatory workouts. Rodney tunes in
Reckoning
5300 words. For the H/C Secret Santa - gen, H/C
--How John and Rodney have become part of a team
Ficlet for Sheafrotherdon's "Hush! John and Rodney are Sleeping!" Challenge
400 words. Team!fic
--The space is cramped enough that their breaths reverberate through them all, bodies rising and falling like a four-moon tide.
Ficlet for amireal's International Fuzzy Bathrobe Day challenge
1400 words pre-slash McKay/Sheppard
--Off-world missions were hard on Sheppard’s clothes. On all of their clothes, really; but Sheppard’s seemingly more than everyone else’s. His were the shirts that got ripped by grazing bullets; the tac vests that got sliced by angry natives’ knives; the boots that got stained with ritual markings; and on one repressed occasion, the pants that got dissolved by primordial pond ooze.
Ficlet for amireal's International 'How the heck did I get that bruise?' Day challenge
1600 words. McKay/Sheppard, sentient!Atlantis. Fluff
--“Not an evil plot,” John confirmed. “Just Atlantis.” He paused, because this was going to sound a bit odd. “I think she’s pissed at me.”
Working Out
3300 words, McKay/Sheppard
--John's enforcing mandatory workouts. Rodney tunes in
Reckoning
5300 words. For the H/C Secret Santa - gen, H/C
--How John and Rodney have become part of a team
Ficlet for Sheafrotherdon's "Hush! John and Rodney are Sleeping!" Challenge
400 words. Team!fic
--The space is cramped enough that their breaths reverberate through them all, bodies rising and falling like a four-moon tide.
Ficlet for amireal's International Fuzzy Bathrobe Day challenge
1400 words pre-slash McKay/Sheppard
--Off-world missions were hard on Sheppard’s clothes. On all of their clothes, really; but Sheppard’s seemingly more than everyone else’s. His were the shirts that got ripped by grazing bullets; the tac vests that got sliced by angry natives’ knives; the boots that got stained with ritual markings; and on one repressed occasion, the pants that got dissolved by primordial pond ooze.
Ficlet for amireal's International 'How the heck did I get that bruise?' Day challenge
1600 words. McKay/Sheppard, sentient!Atlantis. Fluff
--“Not an evil plot,” John confirmed. “Just Atlantis.” He paused, because this was going to sound a bit odd. “I think she’s pissed at me.”