Fic:: Love Story

[raven]

Argh. Argh. Today is clearly my day for doing stupid things. I had my alarm set for nine this morning, as I have a lot I wanted to do today. Alarm went off, I sat up blearily, switched it off, thought, I'm not that tired, but ten minutes more won't hurt...

I woke up again four fucking hours later. How do I do this? How can any healthy human being require so much sleep? And I've just discovered I've got to be in work tomorrow at nine, and the odds of my waking up in time are slim to none.

And talking of stupid things, I have a new poison of choice. Instant coffee and hot chocolate powder mixed in boiling water, milk no sugar. It's great. Gives me my caffiene hit without the diuretic effect. Only, I have just knocked a full mug of it over my computer! My speakers are now crackling. Why do I do these things?

ARGH. Argh. Also, poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, my only copy, English coursework, blah, totally unreadable and hanging out of window to dry. I hate everything.

Also - the residents and Ron are coming round tonight to kidnap me. I don't know exactly what we're doing, but I'm sure it will be fun. Then I will come home and not sleep and stagger into work as a newly reanimated zombie.

Anyway! This post was supposed to be a public fic-post. I've just ended up whining. The icon is by frahulettaes, and ohmy, the pretty. I never liked Stargate slash because I'm not a huge fan of Jack/Daniel (okay, okay, I am now, but I wasn't, before) and now suddenly my OTP is Daniel/Rodney. Characters who have never met in canon. I don't get it. I blame troyswann. And tafkarfanfic, who betaed this one.

Fic:: Love Story
by Raven
PG-13, pegasus_b, SG-1/SGA, slash, Daniel/Rodney

( Oxford, 1985 )

Edited to add: Speakers went boom! I think I'm going to cry.

Comments

[eternalwings.livejournal.com]

At least your mother did not cut the power mid way through your 9 page story meaning you lost the last three pages you typed!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

One word: Autosave!

[otogidicemaster.livejournal.com]

A few more words: My computers so bad that it doesn't ever work!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

You have a different LJ?

[eternalwings.livejournal.com]

Aw crap, rping journal- sowwee wrong one

[minttown1.livejournal.com]

I need an incredible amount of sleep, too. I think we should say that it's our superior intelligence that requires more energy from our brains, and thus requires more sleep. Yes, that sounds good.

I'm sorry about the speakers. I spilled a glass of water all over my desk the other night, ruined a notebook. It's just lousy luck.

I'm looking forward to reading the fic tonight, as I do so enjoy your work with this pairing.

Also on the issue of sleep: When you're just the right amount of tired, it's like you're floating all the time. It can be quite pleasant at times.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it does. It's a perfect explanation in every particular. Fits all the evidence. :)

My speakers are now beyond redemption. They're booming constantly now and I'm in despair. No music! What do I do?

I spend my time either down in the depths of tired or high on too much sleep. Happy medium, never happened to me.

Hope you like the fic. :)

[maryavatar.livejournal.com]

They have met in canon! In the SGA pilot ep Daniel is working on translations in Antractica, and Rodney is there trying to get the control chair to work.

And now I want 'warm me up, Antractica is cold' fic ;)

BTW, loved the backstory; I read it on pegB earlier, but didn't have time to leave a comment.

[tafkarfanfic.livejournal.com]

did they actually MEET then, though? Because I don't remember them actually having a scene together. Maybe I'm wrong.

Raven, you know I love love love this story. I'm the luckiest girl for getting to beta it on my birthday.

[maryavatar.livejournal.com]

Yep, they have a scene together where Rodney is talking to Weir, and Daniel runs in and says he needs to see them. Then there's another in Daniel's office:

JACKSON: We've gotten closer and closer to finding the location of the lost city but it turns out we've been looking in the wrong place all along. (white board) Now we thought we had a stargate address... six symbols representing co-ordinates in space that determine the location of the planet the ancients went to after they left Antarctica... now recently we determined a seventh symbol

*draws Earth symbol*

WEIR: the point of origin Earth

JACKSON: That's not it.

MCKAY: Then you're address must be incorrect.

JACKSON: Not incorrect... incomplete *draws another symbol*

WEIR: What are you saying Dr Jackson?

JACKSON: It's an eight symbol address. What we're looking for may be further away than we ever imagined but it's not out of reach.

MCKAY: Atlantis

JACKSON: Atlantis... I think we can go there.

[maryavatar.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I just remembered, they might have met in SG1's '48 Hours' or 'Redemption' too. I know Daniel was in Russia for most of '48 hours', but...

OMG! Was Daniel indirectly responsible for Rodney getting sent to Russia?

Bwah ha ha! Plot bunnies of DOOM!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes! I totally forgot that. I don't know if we count Moebius as canon, you see.

I'm glad you liked the story. It ate my brain. :)

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

I have acquired a reputation here for sleeping more than anyone ever thought possible. So at least you're not the only one, huh?

Hey, Ferlinghetti! Which poem? I didn't think he was actually taught that often.

The fic is gorgeous-- I've never watched Atlantis, but I think I know the basic outline of Rodney's character, and I really like the dynamic between Daniel and him. Genius love, oh, yes. As I was reading this, I took to idly highlighting phrases and lines that I wished I'd written. It's rare for me to find one line like that in a story; I found four here.

...the one that rode the closest to the ground and couldn’t be dislodged by mere chemicals

“I’m moving,” Daniel said. “The whole world’s moving. You told me that.”

Small pieces of ice slipped into the water gleaming blackly by his feet....

Maybe in the morning Daniel could make a promise never to take anything again, and break it, and take back what he’d said and say it again, and love and try not to love, again and again.

I know I like the second line because it's perfect dialogue for the situation, scientific and yet metaphorical, fantastic and yet still concrete and in-voice. And it really opens up the fic for me, you know? In many ways, that line seems to be the linchpin of it for me; the story seems to hang on that theme. But I don't know precisely why I loved the other three so much. With the third, I think it tied in with my fascination with dark/light imagery: "gleaming blackly" (which also gave me the feeling I had when I was writing "Never Ask Why Build"). And the fourth makes such perfect use of repetition, which when used well completely does me in.

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Beautiful work.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

There are worse reputations to have, certainly. I'm glad I'm not the only one, although I still can't believe it's possible. Surely we people who sleep too much ought to have been eaten by lions and so removed from the evolutionary breeding stock?

Ferlinghetti, yes. He's one of the few poets I really like. The poem is Two Scavengers in a Truck, Two Beautiful People in a Mercedes (http://www.think-ink.net/visit/truck.htm), and I am in the process of using it as a base for a text transformation. Combined English coursework again, heh.

I haven't watched that much Atlantis either, but Rodney is definitely the best thing in it. I'm terribly glad you liked the fic, and now I come to think of it, I have a feeling I took "gleaming blackly" from you; it's not an adjective-adverb pair I would have been likely to use myself. It's in the last line of NAWB, isn't it? *blushes*

Also - didn't you once make a post on "golden lines" in fic? I'd love to read that again, as it really resonated with me.

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. Or perhaps we have a tendency to be off sleeping somewhere when cataclysmic evolutionary events occur to the majority of the population?

Oh, pretty. I hadn't read that one of his, but I like him too.

Nah, my last line was "...where the black water, in silence, shines," which has a similar feel but isn't the same. Even if there is a relationship, the only way I could feel about it would be flattered. *grins* Anyway, I tend to do that myself. Once or twice I know I've written lines that were influenced by garnettrees.

It wasn't specifically about lines in fic, just in all sorts of writing, but yes, here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/gamesiplay/153266.html). I ought to do one for fic sometime, because it's fascinating to see what sticks in your head over time, especially when you know the person who wrote it.

(Ugh. Rereading that entry, I would like to know: WHY am I so pretentious?)

[walkertxkitty.livejournal.com]

I've had days like that. I'm still adjusting to my school schedule and so I tend to conk out easily, sometimes for hours.

The instant coffee/hot chocolate/milk beverage is one of my favorites --- all the caffeine and none of the problems associated with coffee itself. Ever tried the chocolate covered expresso beans? I worship those!

My desktop has been victimized by cats. Nothing works right because they always spill my drink of choice when they leap up here on their way to the cubby behind the monitor.

Hopefully the speakers won't be too expensive to repair.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Sleeping is underrated, I think. Going to school again would be a shock to anyone's system.

Chocolate-covered beans? Ohmygodyes. I love them so, so much; three bags from Whittards for £8 is too much, but I buy them anyway. Gorgeous.

Speakers? Not so much repairing as being thrown away with a vengeance. Sigh. Although I wouldn't mind having cats in a cubby behind my monitor...

[quackaquacka.livejournal.com]

The Two Scavengers In A Truck poem? I still have my anthology from last year with that in if you need it.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Can I borrow it for the context? All I had was the photocopy, which is now drenched. *sighs*