Summary: He's surprised he's not already dead. Or maybe he is dead. Maybe Rodney's little pockets of universes and multi-verses, which he talks about with such glee, all hold the ashes of a John Sheppard that didn't even make it this far.
Summary: Ronon smelled like an early morning prayer. Like the incense her mother used to send up in drifts of smoke that smelled like spice and wood.
Set during Lost Boys
Summary: It annoys Rodney a great deal at first, because with every new second they spend together he's begun thinking mine. It's irrational and stupid. But seriously, mine he thinks more than often.