New fic: "Tamed" SGA, G
Sep. 16th, 2006 10:48 pmSo, apparently, the writer angst is battled. Thank you, all of you who listened to me flailing the other day. Your kind words helped immensely.
So, as a proof, here's a vignette. The things you come up with while petting your cat ...
Title: Tamed
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Size: 303 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money gained or wanted.
Spoilers: None
Beta:
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Summary: Of cats and parallels.
The first cat he had after he moved out of his tiny college apartment came from an animal shelter. He hadn’t had the patience to even think about training a kitten, no matter how cute they were. So he went to the shelter, depressing himself in the process, and picked a tabby with a white face and belly. There were other, much louder cats that came up to him and bumped their heads to his shins. She didn't. She waited, watched from a distance with striking green eyes that looked vulnerable and lost, not understanding why she was here. Much later, he'd say that he had lost his heart to her immediately.
It was a long time before he could call her his cat. He spent weeks getting her to even notice him, to understand that she was really out of the shelter.
Another week went by before she came into his vague vicinity.
Several weeks before she allowed him to pet her.
She never got used to him scooping her up, hated closed doors.
But after a while, she would be waiting for him when he came home from the labs. Pushed her head into his hand when he absently petted her. Purred when he didn’t expect it, softly, to get his attention. Curled up on the couch next to him, a warm presence that didn’t demand anything but him being close.
One day, she disappeared through a window he had left open and didn’t return. He never found out what had happened to her.
Tonight, a draft of cool sea-air chills his bare arms. Rodney closes the window, then settles back on the bed. He looks at John sleeping, curled close to him, dark hair shining in the pale moonlight; his breath soft, almost a purr, and thinks of his first cat.
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So, as a proof, here's a vignette. The things you come up with while petting your cat ...
Title: Tamed
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Size: 303 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money gained or wanted.
Spoilers: None
Beta:
Summary: Of cats and parallels.
The first cat he had after he moved out of his tiny college apartment came from an animal shelter. He hadn’t had the patience to even think about training a kitten, no matter how cute they were. So he went to the shelter, depressing himself in the process, and picked a tabby with a white face and belly. There were other, much louder cats that came up to him and bumped their heads to his shins. She didn't. She waited, watched from a distance with striking green eyes that looked vulnerable and lost, not understanding why she was here. Much later, he'd say that he had lost his heart to her immediately.
It was a long time before he could call her his cat. He spent weeks getting her to even notice him, to understand that she was really out of the shelter.
Another week went by before she came into his vague vicinity.
Several weeks before she allowed him to pet her.
She never got used to him scooping her up, hated closed doors.
But after a while, she would be waiting for him when he came home from the labs. Pushed her head into his hand when he absently petted her. Purred when he didn’t expect it, softly, to get his attention. Curled up on the couch next to him, a warm presence that didn’t demand anything but him being close.
One day, she disappeared through a window he had left open and didn’t return. He never found out what had happened to her.
Tonight, a draft of cool sea-air chills his bare arms. Rodney closes the window, then settles back on the bed. He looks at John sleeping, curled close to him, dark hair shining in the pale moonlight; his breath soft, almost a purr, and thinks of his first cat.
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Date: 2006-09-16 10:33 pm (UTC)But, uhm. *snuggles you*
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Date: 2006-09-16 11:17 pm (UTC)So glad that what I meant to show is actually visible to the reader.
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Date: 2006-09-17 01:49 am (UTC)You know, I still love the way this is kinda open ended and kinda has not really a glimmer of hope to it. It just is the way things are, both John and the cat.
You know, I kinda think you're really cool. :)
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Date: 2006-09-17 03:33 am (UTC)The layers are lovely. Dark, almost despairing, but lovely. The subtle comparison of his first cat escaping through an open window, to the closing of an Atlantis window, keeping in both Rodney and John, is almost subliminal. It doesn't appear despairing, to the first read, but the nuances are there.
Short can be so hard, but you nailed this.
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:42 pm (UTC)So, I'm very, very glad to hear that what I meant to tell fit into those 300 words.
As for a surprise - the original version didn't have the window closing bit, and thus was much more despairing originally. The glimmer of hope? Is in there thanks to a comment from Auburn. Strange role-reversal there, hm?
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Date: 2006-09-17 04:06 am (UTC)*curls up with you*
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Date: 2006-09-17 08:33 am (UTC)*snuggles*
Thank you!
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:31 pm (UTC)Thank you for the lovely comment!
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Date: 2006-09-17 05:19 am (UTC)thank you very much for sharing this.
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:34 pm (UTC)Thank you for the kind and thoughtful comment!
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:35 pm (UTC)This story didn't see a lot of revising, it's pretty much straightforward from the first type-up, so I'm glad the spare wording worked out.
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:37 pm (UTC)As for Rodney and his past ... I figured there had to have been more cats in his past. And you know how your first cat always leaves an impression.
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:38 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2006-09-18 04:08 am (UTC)*sigh* now I want a John to snuggle with
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:40 pm (UTC)Thank you for the kind comment!
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