Wraithbait

Summary: "Every one of these people are... sick."

Summary: John shifted his seat, thought about it for half a second more and went for his own Hail Mary.

Summary: His answer was to sweep his hand across Rodney's shoulder and arch his hips. Opening his legs wider, he said just one word, "Please..."

Summary: This is a series of conversations between SGA characters that grew out of my disconcert with Season 5 beginning with Tracker. The series will be episode related somewhat from Tracker forward, but primarily Tracker and Brainstorm, so there are major spoilers for both of those episodes.

Summary: I turn to the dead guy on the slab, the guy with the top of his head sliced away. It's weird and kind of surreal – kind of looks like that stuff you see in the supermarket, sweetbreads, only like a real stomach-turning shade of grayish blue. Thankfully, Rodney's voice draws my attention back into the conversation. He's clearly excited about whatever he thinks this is.

Summary: He looked away, out over the black water emblazoned with two silvery stripes that stretched their way toward the pier. He concentrated on that shimmering light as more images started to pour forth.

Summary: The King and Queen knew when the time came, they would have no trouble finding suitable mates for their daughters, but they were concerned for the young Prince. He was fast approaching the age of manhood and all attempts to train him in proper etiquette and the protocols of court were met with petulant silence or fits of ranting and logical elucidation.

Summary: Will change mean... change? And then what?

Summary: He tries nudging Rodney a little, not wanting to wake him, but that does no good.

Summary: For just a moment, John let himself remember how it felt to be young and cocky, full of himself and wanting something out of his reach.

Summary: "Shut up," Rodney demanded. John watched him pull something from his pocket, just caught a glimpse of milky-white plastic and somewhere his brain made the connection with a profound click.

Summary: "You remember what we talked about... about bringing each other to the edge, then backing off..."

Summary: "Why don't you just tell him? Ronon asked, his rumbling voice too harsh for such innocently straightforward words.

Summary: He's already late, yet he sits, kneading the steering wheel. John Sheppard, big hero. He's faced countless enemies, but none as formidable as his own fears and insecurities.

Summary: Everyone tells him time—time will heal him, time will take care of everything—but he doesn't believe that.

Summary: Only, Atlantis was no different in one sense – temptation still surrounded him and the cloud of DADT reached across galaxies to Pegasus.

Summary: The sheets feel cool after the shower and even Rodney doesn't seem to mind the errant wet spot.

Summary: Images of the fallen roam freely through his mind. When he does sleep, it's only to greet the ghosts of those he'll never see again.

Summary: From beneath those dark lashes and out of those heart-melting eyes, he observes. His surroundings, the people, their conversations and the looks that pass when they think no one is watching.

Summary: "It's like phone sex—oh, right, you have no idea. Just—just start by telling me what you like," Rodney said tapping his earpiece twice to activate the frequency. Teyla did the same.