SGA Saturday

User Manual Not Included (254 words) by sixtail
Rating: G
Wordcount: 254
Notes: For week #47 - Manual
Summary:

Sentinels don't come with manuals.

Part of the Not so Special series.

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Title: It's just a matter of control
Author: Sixtail
Pairing: Gen
Series: a short piece in the Not so Special Series
Notes: Thanks to esteefee for giving me such a prompt that I could not ignore
Summary: Control versus a death grip.
Part of the Not so Special series.
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The Not So Hidden Dragon (1843 words) by sixtail
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis, The Sentinel, Stargate SG-1
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Jack O'Neill
Summary:

John is cranky again, this time Jack is cranky along with him. Rodney mostly shuts up and tries not to get in the way of the alpha male posturing.

Part of the Not So Special Series

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Author: sixtail
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: off screen medical experimentation
Pairing: none (Gen)
Words: 6497
Summary: What happens when John goes missing and no one notices? Sentinel AU.
Author Notes: Set in the same series as my other three. Crossover with The Sentinel. Thanks to esteefee for the beta.

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A draft of cold air, needle-like, against the back of his hand. It raised the tiny hairs on his fingers and made him withdraw back under the fleece blanket and cotton sheets. Texture there too, scratchy, fresh cut grass with its raw edges. Relentless. Now he could feel it everywhere his skin touched the sheets, couldn't un-know it. What felt like fuzz to others felt like a thousand sandpaper fingers, catching and pulling at his over-dry skin.

Vibration, bouncing off the walls and coming back at him. Coming from him, from his raw throat. It bounced off the ceiling, the corners, the walls - all at different rates, endlessly reverberating against his skin, barely muffled by the blankets. Turning made it worse, one ear against the foamy pillow with it's wheezing sounds of collapsing cells; the other bare to the world and the air. He couldn't stop vibrating. It was making it worse but it was control. He made these sounds! They were his and not forced on him by others.

The earthquake of footfalls. The avalanche of the door - the squeak of hinges and the rush of air.

Please, let this be over soon.

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