21 May 2005
Writer. Photographer. Dreamer.
A glimpse inside Weir's thoughts as the toll of the expedition starts to mount. Not a true sequel to "Boogie Shoes" but there's a theme here.
Updated: 06 Feb 2005; Published: 06 Feb 2005
Sorry about the lengthy review that's about to come:
Good heavens. This is so ... Warm. And human. And beautiful. And touching. And ... I'm being ineloquent here, please excuse me, but this story, as short as it may be is so very touching because it does what so few fics do: It allows touch. And not immediately the kind of touch that screams: Sex! No, it's soothing and beautiful. Human. Sweet without there being a saccharine overdose. The essence of Carson shines through so wonderfully, the loneliness of Elizabeth. The warmth of Carson - both in body and in spirit. It's ... Uplifting. It's like a big sigh of relief after a long time of strain and stress. It's letting go and not fearing consequences because you know you're safe. The story's a real beauty. And painful, too, because it ends there. Even though it's a beautiful ending and a perfect one, part of me still wants to see more of this. The warmth is almost palpable, you can feel how the embrace and the hug warm a cold spot inside Elizabeth. It's almost as if that's what Carson is meant to be doing - fixing people not necessarily just by his learned skills, but by the ones that are in him - the mending by touch and words and calm and steadfastness and sweetness and understanding and ... I'm babbling. Thank you for a wonderful gem of a story. I doubt that it'll let me go for quite some time.
"Alien drugs made them do it" PWP. Weir/Shep/McKay unrepentant smut.
Updated: 20 Mar 2005; Published: 20 Mar 2005
In the beginning, I was confused. Then I was intrigued. Then I kept thinking: Bloody hell. This was extremely hot. And I mean utterly, incredibly, mindblowingly hot. And while it was labelled PWP, there was enough of a plot, hm? :o) This story is alike a guilty pleasure, I keep coming back to it again and again, reading it for the fifth or sixth time and still finding things I didn't notice the first time around. Bloody good, extremely aesthetic erotic writing. The idea of in-charge, unabashed, plotting Rodney in a situation like that is so completely away from the regular Rodney that the whole idea makes it a special delight to read. And of course, you 'll have heard that hundreds of times, but the ending line just makes me adore Elizabeth even more.
Romance is a luxury; the time to consider things and weigh them up more so. McKay/Sheppard/Weir.
Updated: 07 May 2005; Published: 07 May 2005
(I think the e-mailed feedback never got through, so, here goes again)
How to start?
I love the bleakness of it, the despair and hopelessness. The way layers are stripped and you get a glimpse at the utter basics of human needs, not only of the body but of the mind as well. It's disillusioning, but in a way that makes you ache for more, just one more glimpse, one more second.
And you're doing this without being flashy. The whole story could have been incredibly kinky had somebody else written it, but with you writing it, it unfolds quietly, with a non-rushed calm that nevertheless manages to convey the urgency and the desperateness of their actions.
And it works, damn it, *works* so very well - what they'd probably never allow in the normal life on Atlantis makes sense here, connects them, makes them whole with giving the parts they still have to offer and thus creating a whole being - not enough for three separate persons, but enough for one, a new one.
I love the fact that you're not sugar-coating the dirt and the smell. It makes it all so much more vivid and believable.
Many other people have told you that it's also fucking hot, so I guess I don't need to repeat that sentiment. But, then again ... No. It is bloody fucking hot.
What I guess I love most about this is that despite the despair and the bleakness of it, there's an underlying tenderness to their actions. That there has been enough violence and enough darkness and that this is important, this has to work out, no matter how much in need all of them are.
Author's Response: Thank you - I have got and responded to your mail now, so I won't say more than that :)
Summary: John made a mental note to never, ever make a bet with Carson again. Never.
Updated: 27 May 2005; Published: 27 May 2005
Oh, brilliant! (So, Carson's one personal item was his Kilt?)
But really, John, wear the bloody Kilt with pride. It makes men look good, damn it.
I'm sure it looked good on him.
And, Rodney's reaction? Priceless. Definitely harder to take than any comment.
John could talk her into just about anything.
Updated: 17 Jun 2005; Published: 17 Jun 2005
Your talent is astonishing, you realise that? Feeling so strongly toward a pairing I'm not even really sold to is something only one bloody good author can accomplish.
And it works. Works fantastically. The scenery, the scenario, the heat, the water, the sand ... If only you sink deep enough into the story, you can feel the ocean breeze. Amazing. And, well, just the way Elizabeth watches John and the water and the sand on his skin is incredibly sensual. Another thing about your writing - the sensual details. "Hot" doesn't quite cut it, it's ... erotic. In the best and most elegant and and most real way.
Author's Response: *BLUSH* wow. Thank you so much for those generous words. I might have to frame this. :)
Chapter 1: Taking the Plunge
Radek presents Elizabeth with a small gift.
Updated: 24 Jun 2005; Published: 24 Jun 2005
What a little gem. Caring, warm, charming and endearing.
Lovely characterisation and just ... right. Not over the top. Understated, calm and heart-warming. Thank you.
Chapter 1: A Taste of Home
Summertime is upon them, and the A/C isn't working.
Updated: 05 Jul 2005; Published: 05 Jul 2005
Radek slumped when she cut out; he always felt he ought to sit up straight when she was nearby, eat his vegetables, wear sensible shoes. Lovely woman, strangely intimidating.
That bit alone was delightful, and by far not the only delightful moment in this story. You write a wonderful Radek-voice, and the description of the heat and its effects are marvellous. Thank you!
"How much do you know about Atlantis, Major?" Sheppard asked. [Lorne fic. Set during Intruder, and contains spoilers up through that episode.]
Updated: 09 Oct 2005; Published: 09 Oct 2005
I keep coming back to this story, because once again, the characterisations are incredibly strong. As a reader, you get an honest feeling for Lorne - you as the author make him step out of the grey area of unclear canon-characterisation to someone I can believe in and feel for. And the darkness slip-sliding under John's skin, mingling with competence and laziness and devotion to his team and Atlantis is simply spot-on. Bravo!
Zelenka does a favor for a friend. [An attempt at Zelenka-McKay-Sheppard post-Trinity fix-it fic.]
Updated: 09 Oct 2005; Published: 09 Oct 2005
This seemed incredibly in-character and also, incredibly probable to me, a lovely meeting of author's skills and a good, believable plot. Thank you for allowing hope after the darkness of Trinity.
Back on Earth, Sheppard runs into an old friend and contemplates life on Atlantis.
Updated: 08 Nov 2005; Published: 08 Nov 2005
This is lovely, very much so. The strength of this story springs from its refusal to label things John feels. It's not romantic love, not yet, maybe never and that works, the friendship between them seems so much stronger than any physical attraction could. It could morph into more, but for now, it's quiet and comfortable and unrushed and that ... that's just lovely. Also, good use of the ex-girlfriend. Thank you!