Wraithbait

Summary: Yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow but a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day. Such is the salutation to the dawn.

--Sanskrit proverb

Summary: He'd learned over the course of several missions that if McKay could complain he was mostly fine and wow, had Rodney really put his heart into complaining then. John had tucked away some of the more colorful curses for later use; it would be a crime to waste such spectacular filth.

Summary: That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

Summary: Don't be afraid to go out on a limb. That's where the fruit is.

Summary: "Yes, well. Nearly knocking someone's teeth out does show a certain lack of polished seduction technique," Rodney says, and untenses a little at Radek's self-depreciation. His mouth curls up at one corner. "Unless you're a Klingon. Then, it's practically required." Radek's grin spreads slowly and brightly, and his head tips to one side. "I could quote love poetry and throw furniture at you, if that would help."

Summary: The morning steals upon the night, melting the darkness.

Summary: Botanists, Radek thinks muzzily, throw the best parties.

Summary: It isn't enough.

Summary: Someday. Miko's been on Atlantis long enough, has calculated the odds of survival often enough that she knows someday might never come, but the thoughts curl sweetly in her chest, warm promises against the cold terror of uncertainty.

Summary: It is only here, in this time, in this place, that Rodney is quiet.

Summary: An open face has been both blessing and curse his whole life.

Summary: They are such small creatures, but ah, the potential carried within their little bodies - these are Beckett's ATA mice, his gene therapy reservoir. Radek presses his hand to the glass of one cage, and thinks, why could it not work for me?