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wordwitchYou know how you look at things and just wish they could just the hell be solved? Look at people and wish, with all your heart, that without changing who they are, they could be healed and made whole? Look at a whole scad of gorgeous people and just want to watch them in a huge writhing pile of ecstasy?
Look at George Landry and think: "You idiot. Someday you will learn."?
It's a Work In Progress and I don't usually recommend those, but it is so long as it is, and so deeply satisfying as it is, that I feel no qualm. Go and read Interpreting The Will Of The Gods and rejoice. Polly Bywater dismisses it as a piece of wish-fulfillment, but My Gods! She does a very pretty piece of writing, and a very serious look at resolving grief and hurt. She is, point by point, resolving each error in the Stargate continuum - she is only two episodes in, but she is taking full advantage of the length allowed us on Dreamwidth.
Hm. I suppose I should tell you a little about it, huh? Okay. Um. Daniel Jackson de-ascends into the apartment he shares with General O'Neill, sees in bed with his ex-wife, and leaves. Abruptly. After a little, we get this scene:
And then everything goes completely nuts and wonderful.
Read it! and tell Polly Yay!
Look at George Landry and think: "You idiot. Someday you will learn."?
It's a Work In Progress and I don't usually recommend those, but it is so long as it is, and so deeply satisfying as it is, that I feel no qualm. Go and read Interpreting The Will Of The Gods and rejoice. Polly Bywater dismisses it as a piece of wish-fulfillment, but My Gods! She does a very pretty piece of writing, and a very serious look at resolving grief and hurt. She is, point by point, resolving each error in the Stargate continuum - she is only two episodes in, but she is taking full advantage of the length allowed us on Dreamwidth.
Hm. I suppose I should tell you a little about it, huh? Okay. Um. Daniel Jackson de-ascends into the apartment he shares with General O'Neill, sees in bed with his ex-wife, and leaves. Abruptly. After a little, we get this scene:
"They're gone." Radek said, stilling trembling hands on the LSD Lorne was still holding. "Rodney is gone. He ascended."
"No," Elizabeth breathed, paling. "He wouldn't just leave us-"
"My Meredith Rodney McKay and the Agapitos Daan Daniel Jackson will resume their corporeal forms on their return to me. They are quite safe and well." The City somehow spoke from the walls, her quiet tones calm, cool, and reassuring.
"Okay. That wasn't just in my head, right?" John asked after a shocked moment, relieved when his voice didn't shake. For a minute there he'd been sure his heart had stopped. "Atlantis? How ... long will they be ... away?" he wondered inanely, thoughts strangled because he couldn't demand what he really needed to know.
Tell me Rodney isn't leaving me. Tell me he's okay. Tell me he didn't die to ascend, didn't die without me being there for him, with him. Tell me again he's coming back.
"My Fifth Race Ascendants will return when they return, Imperator John Sheppard," Atlantis said primly, making John feel like his ear had been pinched even while his City gave him a mental hug. "Fear not, citizens. They are in no danger, for their lives least of all. They will return."
And then everything goes completely nuts and wonderful.
Read it! and tell Polly Yay!
