Feb. 9th, 2007

cinaed: This fic was supposed to be short (Security Clearance? (Radek Zelenka))
This week our topic was Ronon Dex, so here we go. :) They're all mp3s, and anyone can feel free to download!

Wolf Parade - You Are a Runner and I Am My Father's Son
This song I used for my Ronon Dex/Rodney McKay fic by the same name for the [livejournal.com profile] sga_santa this year, and well, just look at the title. Need I say more?
You are a runner with a stolen voice, and you are a runner and I am my father's son )

Lea Salonga - The Journey
This is a song that epitomizes Ronon's determination. He's constantly moving, constantly *living* -- and despite everything he's been through, his life, his story isn't even close to being finished.
What a journey it has been and the end is not in sight, but the stars are out tonight and they're bound to guide my way )

Alexi Murdoch - Dream About Flying
This is a pre-"Runner" Ronon song for me, in his early months or years as a Runner.
Five years old I climbed up on a wall, Mother warned me but I took no heed, and like all creatures great and small, I took a fall and learned that I could bleed )

Breaking Benjamin - Unknown Soldier
Another one of Ronon as a Runner, doing what he has to survive.
Count me in, violent, let's begin, feeding the sickness; how do I simplify, dislocate - the enemy's on the way )

Dar Williams - By Way of Sorrow
And to end on a happier note, this is Ronon when he first comes to Atlantis, when Sheppard and Teyla try to make him feel welcome, and he gradually begins to see the promise of home that Atlantis holds for him.
You've been taken by the wind, you have known the kiss of sorrow, doors that would not take you in - outcast and a stranger )

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Okay, one more song, because, um, [livejournal.com profile] blue_raven and I had WAY too much fun with this song and Rodney being at a dance school but who isn't gay, damnit, no matter what Cadman says, and, yes, well, enjoy the song. It's a lot of fun.

Jackpot - Psycho Ballerina
I can't be your Superman 'cause no one's really that super, but I'll steal the neighbor's cat with you; believe me when I say I'd love to run faster than a train someday and say all the right things to sweep you off your feet )

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And now for fanfic recs!

...Okay, I am title whore. I know this. And [livejournal.com profile] minervacat? I admit to a bit of worship when it comes to her titles. What's even better? The actual stories are wonderful too!

The Towers On The Heights Reach To Heav'n's Own Blue by [livejournal.com profile] minervacat

(Gen, SGA/SG-1, R) This is all about sports. ...Seriously. But that shouldn't deter you. It didn't deter me and the only sport I know anything about is soccer. The summary reads: "In which John Sheppard hates cricket and accidentally starts an intramural soccer league, and Cameron Mitchell thinks McKay's sister sucks." A lengthy story (it's a little over 9,000 words), it's humorous, witty, and has wonderful characterizations of the SGA cast, as [livejournal.com profile] minervacat's always do.

The senior staff each got their own compressed file from the SGC's bi-weekly databursts; Elizabeth's was mostly personnel reports, expense accounts, administrata -- Rodney's files were from Sam Carter and Dr. Lee and Jeannie, half personal emails (Jeannie) and half project reports on various pieces of Ancient tech (Carter and Dr. Lee). Everyone had personal emails in the databurst, except for John, because there wasn't anyone on Earth who John wanted to hear from. Or who, if John had heard from, John would write back to.

John got weapons specs to check out, and the occasional mission report from General Landry, if the General thought the battle information was important. One of the Marines -- one of the only Marines who'd liked him while he was commanding SG-9 -- occasionally sent him sports scores, but that was it. No personal email, filtering down from the databurst files and popping into his inbox, days after they'd been sent.

It was kind of a relief, actually. John didn't mind at all. (Rodney hated the way the databurst handled emails sent from outside the Atlantis network; he filtered everything that came from the SGC into a folder and sometimes didn't look at them until weeks later. "They waited a week," he said to Elizabeth when she complained about Rodney's email habits. "They can wait another week.")


we were never good soldiers (or very good fighters) by [livejournal.com profile] minervacat

(Ronon/Teyla, R) Spoilers up to "The Return I." Baby!fic! A lovely, slightly melancholy but beautifully hopeful look at how life goes on, how it MUST go on, in the Pegasus Galaxy.

Teyla crossed her arms across her chest, and every man in the gate room backed up; even the Marines were a little intimidated by her on a good day, and since she had demonstrated that she could still beat them at even their own games, even when she was eight months pregnant, intimidation had slid a little toward fear and a lot toward respect. No one was going to step between John and Teyla, not even if she couldn't fasten her vest shut anymore, not even if she had to rest her arms on her stomach when she crossed them.

"If anything happens to you or the baby," John tried again, "Ronon would eat me for lunch."

Teyla raised an eyebrow.

"Ronon, make her go back to her quarters and see that she stays there," John said, in his best I'm-the-military-commander-of-Atlantis voice, the one that no one actually listened to unless death was on the line.

Ronon, who handled the idea of becoming a father with a great deal of grace and Zen calm, stared at his wife, who had shifted her level stare from John to him. Ronon stared at his Teyla, stared at her round, full belly, and said, "But how am I supposed to pick her up?"

Teyla glared harder. John hid behind Rodney.


Belling the Cat by [livejournal.com profile] mklutz

(Gen, SGA, MENSA-verse, G) Contains minor spoilers for “Sunday” about Lorne, but nothing plot-related. But this cute piece, where Ancient technology strikes again, and you get to see Rod, Lorne, and Zelenka as cats and hilarity ensues, was inspired by the MENSA Remix Challenge over at [livejournal.com profile] mensa_au, which y'all should check out. This piece is short, adorable, and just made me smile the entire time. And I loved dork!Sheppard. A lot.

"You're taking this pretty personally, Dr. McKay," Sheppard sighs after the meeting ends. He's sitting ramrod straight in his usual seat and blinking behind his glasses. "This is an excellent research opportunity and you should appreciate the sheer multitude of possible applications."

There are so many ways Rod could reply to that, but all he manages is a growl-hiss that’s really less masculine than he would like.

"Besides," Sheppard continues, oblivious, "if you would come to our Mensa meeting this week you could be the first cat to win a game of
Power Barons. In space!" Sheppard likes adding "In space!" to the end of things, possibly to remind himself that he is actually living in an Ancient Alien city in another galaxy.
cinaed: This fic was supposed to be short (Czech Pride)
Mechatronics

Current Word Count: 3,300

I seriously should finish this, since I haven't worked on it since October...and because [livejournal.com profile] lilyayl gave me like thirty links about mechatronics so now I know what I'm actually writing about, heh. And plus, that was some fun crack, that fic.

Useful Link: Explaining mechatronics (which has, um, explained to me what Radek's actually researching, woo)

Crossing Over Jordan With the Lights Off -- Fortune Cookie challenge -- Due March 23rd

Current Word Count: Zero.

...Yeah, I should at least figure out, oh, a vague idea for the fic and work on it, soonish.

The nameless week-later sequel to Rejects for [livejournal.com profile] blue_raven that I might call 'One Week Later' damn it

Current Word Count: 750 words

Will finish this! Really! Radek's just grumpy because Rodney called him at three in the morning and isn't cooperating at the moment.

The year-later sequel to Friends in Low Places for [livejournal.com profile] no_eden

Current Word Count: Zero.

I have a vague idea of what I want to write for it, but this latest episode of CSI pissed me off and, um, my CSI muse went to sulk in the closet. I'll drag it back out into daylight soon, though. Promise. *nods*

Skating on the Thin Ice of a New Day

Current Word Count: 300 words

The SGA/SG-1 figure skating AU. ...Shut up. It amuses me and [livejournal.com profile] blue_raven, okay? *shifty eyes*

Useful Link: Figure Skating - Wikipedia

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