Prompt table for John Sheppard, Stargate Atlantis

( Big Damn Table )

Title: New Jersey Voodoo
Prompt: 15.Blue
Claim: John Sheppard, Stargate Atlantis
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis, House
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to someone else.
Summary: In which John goes to New Jersey, goes to the hospital, and goes crazy.
Notes: Blame mardahin. This is pretty much the illegitimate offspring of her fic, Scenes From a Waiting Room.

( What *is* the differential for blue scales? )

Title: Friendly Skies
Prompt: 80.Island
Claim: John Sheppard, Stargate Atlantis
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis, Lost
Words: 158
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to someone else.
Notes: The blue-ice runway at McMurdo is also called the Pegasus runway. This fact has nothing to do with the actual story.


The new orders came through sooner than he expected; John figured Dr. Weir and the general wanted more time to work on him. He was on a C-5 to Christchurch the next morning.

There were military flights available, but something about flying seven thousand miles in a sidewall seat just didn't appeal. Not when the next trip he took was probably going to be to a quick death on another planet. His paychecks had been doing nothing but collecting interest for months- buying a commercial ticket was hardly an extravagance.

The direct flights from New Zealand were all full, though, and the best his bank account could buy him was a ninety-minute layover in Sydney. At least it gave him time to get a turkey sandwich.

Just enough time, as it turned out. He'd barely finished eating when they called the first round of boarding for Oceanic Flight 815.

Time to start the adventure they'd been promising him.

Title: The Sound of Her Wings
Prompt: 30.Death
Claim: John Sheppard, Stargate Atlantis
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis, The Sandman
Words: 142
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to someone else. Neil Gaiman is a minor god.


He caught a glimpse of her through the scope as he shifted his aim from the caretaker to Sumner; dark hair and dark eyes, skin even paler than a wraith. She was the one building sandcastles in Afghanistan, the one who should have been invited to his delusion of a party, the one who stood silhouetted against the event horizon and held out her hand as Ford set the paddles to his chest.

It's always been the absence of her (no glint of silver in the corner of his eye, no distant echo of phantom wings) that gave him the courage to take the craziest risks. But now he's taking the craziest one of all, staking everything on a homemade bomb and a heartfelt prayer, and her presence in the copilot's seat beside him is nothing more or less than a comfort.

Title: Different Kinds of Magic
Prompt: 01.Beginnings
Claim: John Sheppard, Stargate Atlantis
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis, Harry Potter
Words: 747
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to someone else.

This story has been remixed: Different Kinds of Magic (alla Clark's Third), by zvi_likes_tv

( John knows he's not much of a wizard. )

For serenity_gate.


Lorne led the search- had to, even though he felt dirty doing it- and Serenity was obviously a home as well as a working ship. He hadn't learned their names but it was easy to identify their bunks: this shared space was the married couple, this gun collection was the tough guy, this pink monstrosity was the little engineer.

They found a basketball in the cargo bay, origami cranes in the vents, a truly absurd number of weapons hidden everywhere. He's sure they missed some smuggling compartments, but anyone with a still in their engine can't be all that bad.

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"Carson claims it meets all basic nutritional guidelines," John said, but he didn't look like he really believed it. He also looked like he half expected the innocuous plastic package on the table to jump at his throat and start sucking his life. "So you can live off it indefinitely as long as you don't mind the fact that it tastes like wallpaper paste. No wonder they like the mess hall so much."

Rodney was licking off his fingers. "It's not that bad," he disagreed. "I mean, it's not as good as MREs, but you could get used to it."

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They're not sure how the Ancient gene turned up in a dimension without Ancients, but the Tam siblings have it. It's stronger in River than Simon, something the doctor laughingly confessed was pretty much exactly what he expected from his meimei.

If the stories about her behavior aren't exaggerated, she's improved enormously; hugging walls and communing with Atlantis is mildly creepy, but it's a lot better than flipping out and slashing people. Simon is taking longer, but more and more often people are finding him stopped and staring at nothing as he remembers again that they don't need to run.

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Zoe was looking at him like she couldn't decide whether his brain damage was amusing or pitiful, but John was pretty sure he saw some gratitude under there. They still hadn't synthesized a working fuel for Serenity, Caldwell wasn't about to loan out his 303s, and only the Tams had turned out to have the ATA gene; Wash wasn't handling his involuntary grounding very well.

"You mean to say there's a whole planet..."

"We only saw the one before we ran," he admitted, "but there's got to be a breeding population. And that many T-Rexes have to be eating something."

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John hung around in Elizabeth's office until everyone else at the staff meeting had left. "I was thinking I could take Wash out in a jumper," he suggested brightly.

Elizabeth didn't look up from her computer. "To the mainland?"

He fidgeted a little. "There's no reason we couldn't go through the gate, is there? Not if it was a world we knew didn't have any people?"

That got her attention. "Did you have somewhere specific in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe M1M-316?"

She didn't recognize it immediately, he could see her mentally paging through the mission reports. "M1M... John!"

For serenity_gate.

( Atlantis is nothing like Serenity and exactly the same. )

Title: The Belonging Kind
Author: Rokeon
Rating: R- more mindfucking than actual sex
Pairing: Sands/Corinthian
Feedback: Pretty please with gringo kitties on top?
Disclaimer: Honestly, it's probably better for my health and sanity that I don't own them.
Notes: If you've never read The Sandman series, I cannot describe how badly you need to go buy every single one. Right now. I've tried to explain the Corinthian to the uninitiated, but there's really no substitute for the way Neil Gaiman and his characters get into your brain and make themselves at home. Also, title was shamelessly stolen from William Gibson.
Summary: Some people belong to things greater than themselves. Some of them even know it.

( The most fucked-up staredown in history, Mexican or otherwise )