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

[mangst.livejournal.com]

Oh, fuck. I wasn't expecting that. God, my chest hurts. And I think it hits so hard because that is a very real danger. As you stated in the story its in our history, and it will be in our future. Even if not on an intergalactic scale. Teyla's, its to powerful to just call it anger, emotions were heartbreaking. Her fury burned away any love she had left. At least for the Atlantians. Her people can't even go anywhere else, they'll infect other worlds. And Ronon. And Rodney. Just, God.