She looked a little scared and a little thrilled and more than a little enthralled -- same way most of the nurses looked after Jackson. I'm not sure Shep noticed it anymore than Jackson did.
Heh. :)
The dude hadn't only lost his command and his team, though. He'd been kicked out of his home and basically lost his fucking family.
Cool that Mitchell recognizes this.
They were still one of the gate teams, one of us, and that meant we had a bond and an obligation.
Nice.
I was reminded that Sheppard had practiced a form of stick fighting regularly with the just as lovely and deadly Teyla Emmagan, who had been one of two aliens on his gate team and now left behind in Pegasus.
Great that Sheppard could find a bit of peace (but also sad).
"If you're trying to become my new best friend, your only real competition is McKay, so you don't really have to try this hard,"
LOL!
Once we made it to the surface, he took a deep breath and stopped for a few moments, just to look up at the sky full of stars.
Aw.
As I pilot, I'd been less than impressed with the pod race from Episode One, but had fallen in love with the original speeder bike chase in Return of the Jedi and was still the reigning champion on the '83 arcade Star Wars Death Star trench in the goofy golf arcade back home.
Love it!
I'd been told John was a hot shit pilot, had actually known about him for years before the SGC, because someone who really was this good developed a reputation in the Big Air Force that in turn the rest of us were held up to. (At least until the golden boy got a little tarnished.) It was one thing to know, intellectually, but it was quite another to be a witness to it. Suddenly all of the exploits we'd read about in the Atlantis AARs made a shit load more sense, and maybe weren't all that much hyperbole by biased Marines, scientists and civilians.
Mm..not only Sheppard as a hot pilot but Mitchell's acknowledgment of it.
John nodded and it wasn't just his eyes that were glowing with happiness. I'm not sure I ever wanted anyone more than John Sheppard in that moment of exhilaration and gratitude and absolute peace with himself. I could only hope he'd attribute the flush that I knew was body-wide was from my own rush over what we'd just finished.
And guh! Love that Sheppard offers so casually and that Mitchell is able to help.
Thank you so, so much for all the wonderful fic. I'm up way too late but I just couldn't put them down. :)
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Love the SG-1 team banter.
She looked a little scared and a little thrilled and more than a little enthralled -- same way most of the nurses looked after Jackson. I'm not sure Shep noticed it anymore than Jackson did.
Heh. :)
The dude hadn't only lost his command and his team, though. He'd been kicked out of his home and basically lost his fucking family.
Cool that Mitchell recognizes this.
They were still one of the gate teams, one of us, and that meant we had a bond and an obligation.
Nice.
I was reminded that Sheppard had practiced a form of stick fighting regularly with the just as lovely and deadly Teyla Emmagan, who had been one of two aliens on his gate team and now left behind in Pegasus.
Great that Sheppard could find a bit of peace (but also sad).
"If you're trying to become my new best friend, your only real competition is McKay, so you don't really have to try this hard,"
LOL!
Once we made it to the surface, he took a deep breath and stopped for a few moments, just to look up at the sky full of stars.
Aw.
As I pilot, I'd been less than impressed with the pod race from Episode One, but had fallen in love with the original speeder bike chase in Return of the Jedi and was still the reigning champion on the '83 arcade Star Wars Death Star trench in the goofy golf arcade back home.
Love it!
I'd been told John was a hot shit pilot, had actually known about him for years before the SGC, because someone who really was this good developed a reputation in the Big Air Force that in turn the rest of us were held up to. (At least until the golden boy got a little tarnished.) It was one thing to know, intellectually, but it was quite another to be a witness to it. Suddenly all of the exploits we'd read about in the Atlantis AARs made a shit load more sense, and maybe weren't all that much hyperbole by biased Marines, scientists and civilians.
Mm..not only Sheppard as a hot pilot but Mitchell's acknowledgment of it.
John nodded and it wasn't just his eyes that were glowing with happiness. I'm not sure I ever wanted anyone more than John Sheppard in that moment of exhilaration and gratitude and absolute peace with himself. I could only hope he'd attribute the flush that I knew was body-wide was from my own rush over what we'd just finished.
And guh! Love that Sheppard offers so casually and that Mitchell is able to help.
Thank you so, so much for all the wonderful fic. I'm up way too late but I just couldn't put them down. :)