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Stargate: Atlantis - John Sheppard/OC

A Stargate: Atlantis Fanfiction

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Summary

(summary still under construction)

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Well, we're going to take a chance that, this time, by posting here that I won't kill what progress I've miraculously and unexpectedly been making since this persistent little idea began pestering me. . . 

Much like, well, any other fic idea that's come from a tv show, the fam started a rewatch of Atlantis and as seems inevitable, an OC and her accompanying plunny invited itself into my brain where it's been living rent-free ever since. 

And what's miraculous about it all?  I've actually been able to actually write for it. As of posting this? I've got almost 10k words written and, fingers-crossed, I can keep that momentum going. 

More, if I can manage that? Well, hopefully it'll translate into that momentum transferring to my other projects as well. I've had some brief progress on another story before this one monopolized my attention, so I'm cautiously optimistic.  

Anyway, back on topic: Gist for this one? 

Denaye is Genii. The Genii - especially Commander Acastus Kolya -  have a bit of a hate on for Major John Sheppard and the rest of the expedition from Atlantis. But, when she and John meet at a harvest market on another world? Before the Genii and Atlantis expedition meet during the events of Episode 1.08. That, and that she's Genii doesn't come up. Not until later, at least. Cue a bit of a star-crossed lovers thing. . .  ;) 

. . . pun not entirely intended. . . ;P

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Excerpt

She should've expected it. Denaye knew how smart his companions were, had an idea of the types of technology at their disposal.

She knew how clever he was.

So she should've expected that they'd figure out her people's secret.

And she certainly should've expected that John would confront her about it.

She nearly screamed as his hand closed around her upper arm and hauled her into a shadowed alcove. But the cry died instantly in her throat, the fist she'd instinctively raised in preparation to strike back at her attacker loosening when she turned to see him looming over her.

Her heart clenched, her throat threatening to close with guilt at the hard, calculating way he was looking down at her.

"You know, what with that harvest market being as much about learning more about potential allies and building ties of friendship and all, this might've been something you'd mention?" She drew in a shuddering breath, apprehensively meeting his eye.

"I know," she agreed softly, "I'm sorry, John. I know. I wanted to, but I couldn't." His eyes narrowed, but his firm grip on her arm loosened minutely, his gaze similarly softening in cautious consideration at her tone.

"Then why didn't you?"

Denaye's breath hitched.

"I wanted to tell you," she whispered, her shoulders sagging. "I wish I could've, but. . ." She sighed, her chest feeling tight. "But it's how we live, how we're raised to live, believing that our secrets are our best protection, the only thing keeping us safe, especially from the Wraith. It's. . . it's unspoken law." She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Inhaling a shaking breath, she looked back up at him. "Please, I know it's hard to understand-"

"No," he interrupted, his gaze distant. "No, I – I get it. Better than you might think."