Title: Corinthian (Lucid Dreaming Mix)
Author: rokeon
Rating: PG
Summary: After the dreams, the waking world held nothing to fear.
Notes: Remix of Corinthian, by Koanju, for remixredux. Beta by phoebesmum.

( He envies the ones with the sleeping sickness. )

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: 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 )