SGA fic: Breathe You Deep

[hth]

Breathe You Deep
by Hth

109k
various pairings
it's gen, it's het, it's slash, it's a floor wax!
Summary: Cold and flu season, like many other things, sucks more in space.
Warnings: A for Angst. The astute reader will notice that I hardly ever warn for angst, and might then imagine I mean rather a *lot* of angst. That's your warning. All sales final.

Special thanks to cesperanza for beta ("You're at about an eight, and I need you at about a four...") and as per usual to marythefan for encouragement and general evil ("What, you think I'm going to tell you *not* to do it?")

"You’re standing here telling us that half the galaxy, not to mention our friends, could fall over dead by Christmas, and you’re bringing us what, exactly, to deal with this problem? Amoxicillin and chicken soup?"

Comments

[scififreak.livejournal.com]

Wow, this packs a punch. But it's a perfectly done punch in that 'why the hell hasn't this been done before' way, because it's sooo very obvious that this sort of thing would be bound to happen. Esp if they knew anything about history. They may not be handing out diseased blankets, but their prescence is enough. And the John/Teyla situation was heartbreakingly perfect. Especially how it ended. Because of course she would never forgive him for keeping her from her people, no matter how....hmm. I don't know what to call his intentions. Noble, romantic, selfish...yes. To all of them. But point being, it felt so true to the characters. And Ronon/Rodney...*sobs* Okay, this post is all rambly now. Stopping. Going to bed. an hour and a half late. *sigh*