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09 December 2010 @ 11:20 pm
and words that linger on the breeze  

if you were asked to pick one scene, one turn of phrase, one detail, one moment of some kind out of all the things i've written and say "this, this, for whatever reason, i remember, this is something that struck home with me, that i wanted to keep," what would it be?

(you can tell I copied this from anr, because of the lowercase. also, i really need to organize my fic somewhere online so i could link it for you. 2011!)
Phrenitis: shep harth weir (photoshopranger)phrenitis on December 10th, 2010 07:42 am (UTC)
Year Four from The First Ten Years. It was the first Shep/Weir fic I ever read (and I was TOO SHY OMG to even post a flail-y love comment), but I remember that scene like it happened on the show, and it is quite possibly the most favorite moment that I end up thinking about each and every time I attempt to write Sparky fic.

He's never letting her off of Atlantis again. If they make it through this, he doesn't care how much rank she tries to pull on him or what kind of benefits they might get from a successful off-world negotiation. She's going to sit and rot in her office whether she likes it or not, and the closest she's ever going to get to this kind of danger again is when she stands on her balcony to watch them come home through the Stargate.

So Much Love.
anranr on December 10th, 2010 08:00 am (UTC)
sameficbrain!ftw :)

i picked year 5, heh, but year 4 was a close runner up. :)
Phrenitis: sparky (andrea-ms)phrenitis on December 10th, 2010 08:07 am (UTC)
LOL! Year 5 is definitely my next favorite. I remember reading it and thinking, Shep/Weir can actually be a thing! Other people see this too! ;)

And this: "She smiles, and this is a different smile, one that seems to reach right inside him and take root in his chest." never stops being just a fabulous line that makes me insanely happy.
anranr on December 10th, 2010 07:59 am (UTC)
You know I love all your fics, and you should know that I'm forever randomly remembering bits and pieces of them, but one scene in particular that always, always comes back to haunt me is year 5 in The First Ten Years. I don't know what it is exactly -- it's more like everything combined. The mock wrestling and the water droplets and the laughter and the sex and banter and how they are just so damn happy in that moment together. Every time I think about how these two ended up, I just remember that in at least one alternate universe, this is their life.

also? hahahahahaha! you know, i never used to do that! the early years of my journal are all properly capitalised. i just suddenly changed, one day, into lower case and never went back. it's also the only internet medium i do it in. Emails, chats, fic, etc -- everything else, proper. lj -- lower case. heh.
pellucid: Doggett/Reyes hugpellucid on December 10th, 2010 02:59 pm (UTC)
Oh, I've got to go back to the beginning with this one, because as much as I've enjoyed everything you've written since, none of your stories will ever stand out for me quite like "Tight Enough," which I have clearly read so many bajillion times that when I was going back to it now, for the first time in at least a couple of years, to find my favorite quote, I felt like I wanted to quote allllll of it! That fic just hits every John Doggett button I ever had (and frankly, a good many of my buttons, period).

As for favorite moments, I can narrow to two, but not one:

It had to be the longest red in the city, Doggett mused. Reyes appeared to be meditating on it. She breathed in time with the click of Doggett's left turn signal, a slight catch breaking her rhythm occasionally. He wondered what emotion caused that, and what he should say. The red of the stoplight above them shone through the windshield onto her face just enough to make her look sadder than she was. Their conversation spun through his head, key phrases flashing like beacons in his mind, directing him down a path he wasn't sure he could stand to go.

He used the long red and her distracted attention to stare at her. Something crashed against his ribs and parts of him wanted to forget about turning left to her apartment and to just drive straight on to whichever state they ended up, escaping their lives until they ran out of gas. A left turn led to her place, to the empty weekend without her, to the following week where, for all he knew, Follmer might actually convince her that they had a good thing and that, while he might not love her, at least he was willing to give her something.

He needed me, and he wanted me around, and he said so.

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. "I need you around, Monica."

A car horn behind him jarred him back to attention. He looked around in confusion for a second before she whispered, "Green light."


How long had it been since he had been really, intentionally touched -- beyond a handshake, a doctor's exam, or a casual brush in a crowd? It had been years. There were a few moments of accidental comfort and intimacy -- with Monica, more often than not -- but he had always been too panicked by the surprise to really take them in before they ended too soon. His partner's hands on him now, rubbing the mostly invisible scars on his bare chest, answered a need he hadn't even really acknowledged, and he silently pleaded with her not to stop.
Opal: sga lizzie redoparu on December 10th, 2010 07:34 pm (UTC)
"seven lifetimes had also taught her the value of a second drink"

because you wrote fluffy dax and kira fic and are WIN.
☮ + ♡ + ☺: sga - e; maybe not with a lookhihoplastic on December 10th, 2010 08:08 pm (UTC)
Afterimage. Especially the scene where John is hovering outside the infirmary and Elizabeth is asking Carson about children. BREAKS MY FREAKING HEART, YOU BITCH.

...ILU. ♥!
georgie: Hogwartsgeorgierae on December 10th, 2010 09:16 pm (UTC)

like I could pick just one!