When he stops travelling, travelling and dying and waking and travelling on, Jack Harkness gets himself some land. Continue reading
Title: But There Is Neither East Nor West (1199 words)
Pairing/Rating: Sheppard/Woolsey, G
Prompts: Radek, mea culpa, exploring the capacity for evil, angst, death, puddlejumpers….
Art: Confiteor by almost_clara
Mea culpa. My fault.
Yes, Rodney. Of course I knew, Rodney.
I am not a fool, Rodney.
Neither is Colonel Sheppard.
Mea culpa. Again, my fault.
Ty seš vůl. He asked me because you would have said no. You would have begged for more time —
Yes, begged, I know you, and I know that you would have given him those desperate eyes, you would have said, please, John. He didn't want to refuse you. Didn't want to fight you. Didn't want you to have to decide. Didn't want to say goodbye like that.
Because with me, it was all very professional. I showed him how to activate the device, he asked intelligent questions and then — gone.
I cannot believe that you asked me that.
No, I can believe it, but I will pretend that I heard nothing, because that is not what a friend says to a friend.
And if he is dead!
Then you will not have killed him, Rodney. Which is what he wanted.
It will be my fault, it will be my most grievous fault, mea maxima culpa.
Through what I did and did not do.
Confíteor Deo omnipoténti et vobis, fratres,
quia peccávi nimis
cogitatióne, verbo, ópere, et omissióne:
mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa.
Ideo precor beátam Maríam semper Vírginem,
omnes Angelos et Sanctos,
et vos, fratres, oráre pro me
ad Dóminum Deum nostrum.
I confess to almighty God,
and to you, my brothers and sisters,
that I have sinned through my own fault,
in my thoughts and in my words,
in what I have done, and in what I have failed to do;
and I ask blessed Mary, ever virgin,
all the angels and saints,
and you, my brothers and sisters,
to pray for me to the Lord our God.
Title: Memoria Anqueetas (Gen, G-rated), about 1,100 words
Summary: Dr Jackson — Have a look at this set of data files, would you? I think it's kid stuff, basically useless. Ought we to bother translating them, or can they be trashed? — Bernice (Technological Acquisitions / Antarctica Site)
A/N: Why yes, I *did* read a lot of Zenna Henderson as a child…. *Very* obscure spoiler for S4 (only if you understand mangled Latin, really).
"Huh," Rodney says, coming up behind John and putting a hand on his shoulder, as if anchoring them together in the void. "I guess that didn't work."
"Had to happen sometime," John says absently, looking around with bemused curiosity. Rodney wonders if they are even seeing the same thing. "So — is this death or Ascension?"
The Frog Prince… a la Snupin.
R&D short: Valentine's Day
schemingreader challenged me to write poignant Lockhart/Pince. What can I say? It made me happy….
With heart as calm as lakes that sleep
Title: Happy Birthday, Severus
Summary: Wherein Remus goes too far. Gratuitous Dr Who references.
No-beta Warning: This is a birthday gift fo aunty_marion, my faithful beta and Brit-picker and knit-picker… who for obvious reasons never checked this. I feel great fear posting: I suspect Marion will claim boysnogging for my many inaccuracies….