FICLET: Dopplering (SGA) John/John
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lobelia321Title: Dopplering
Author: Lobelia;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: SGA
Pairing: John Sheppard / John Sheppard
Spoilers: 4.04. Doppelgänger.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: What's it like to kiss yourself?
Dopplering
by Lobelia
So this was his double.
He met him. He looked at him.
It was not like a mirror. It was not reversed. It was real.
There was a smell. It was a real smell. It was the smell of family.
There was a weight. Droplets of sweat collected in the groove above his upper lip. One fell. His sweat fell from him onto him.
His own self spoke, and that was the strangest thing of all. It did not sound like a recording. It did not sound like his voice inside his own head.
It sounded external. It sounded very, very frightening.
It did not sound like family.
His heart raced. And his other heart raced, pressed against his self's heart; two hearts beating in unison.
"I'm not afraid of you," he snarled.
"Fuck you," he replied.
Their chests were pressed together. Their legs were pressed together. Their strength was equal. Their anger was equal.
John kissed his own lips.
John drew his tongue against his own.
The back of his head hit the metal floor. His hand flailed, fluttered, came to alight on air; did not touch.
His other lips drew away but he kept his mouth open and his tongue extended, and then they came back.
The lips came back. They did not feel like his own lips. They felt frightening.
They felt hot.
"Don't," he murmured.
"I won't," he muttered.
"Don't leave me," he murmured.
"I can't," he...
"Oh no, you won't." McKay.
Their heads turned in unison.
"Get off him!" yelled McKay.
Their bodies turned in unison.
"Which one are you? Which one's the real you?"
"The real me?" Their voices spoke in unison.
"The good you? The good you!" McKay's yell rose to a shriek.
Then he was quelled. McKay's body slumped to the ground.
"Good," he said.
"Yeah, good," he said.
A fire flickered in the other's eyes. But it was only the reflection of his own pupils.
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The End
355 words
Posted 7 Feb. 2008.
Author: Lobelia;
lobelia321Fandom: SGA
Pairing: John Sheppard / John Sheppard
Spoilers: 4.04. Doppelgänger.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: What's it like to kiss yourself?
Dopplering
by Lobelia
So this was his double.
He met him. He looked at him.
It was not like a mirror. It was not reversed. It was real.
There was a smell. It was a real smell. It was the smell of family.
There was a weight. Droplets of sweat collected in the groove above his upper lip. One fell. His sweat fell from him onto him.
His own self spoke, and that was the strangest thing of all. It did not sound like a recording. It did not sound like his voice inside his own head.
It sounded external. It sounded very, very frightening.
It did not sound like family.
His heart raced. And his other heart raced, pressed against his self's heart; two hearts beating in unison.
"I'm not afraid of you," he snarled.
"Fuck you," he replied.
Their chests were pressed together. Their legs were pressed together. Their strength was equal. Their anger was equal.
John kissed his own lips.
John drew his tongue against his own.
The back of his head hit the metal floor. His hand flailed, fluttered, came to alight on air; did not touch.
His other lips drew away but he kept his mouth open and his tongue extended, and then they came back.
The lips came back. They did not feel like his own lips. They felt frightening.
They felt hot.
"Don't," he murmured.
"I won't," he muttered.
"Don't leave me," he murmured.
"I can't," he...
"Oh no, you won't." McKay.
Their heads turned in unison.
"Get off him!" yelled McKay.
Their bodies turned in unison.
"Which one are you? Which one's the real you?"
"The real me?" Their voices spoke in unison.
"The good you? The good you!" McKay's yell rose to a shriek.
Then he was quelled. McKay's body slumped to the ground.
"Good," he said.
"Yeah, good," he said.
A fire flickered in the other's eyes. But it was only the reflection of his own pupils.
---
The End
355 words
Posted 7 Feb. 2008.
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Date: 2008-02-07 11:21 pm (UTC)Great job, though the end is a little puzzling. I didn't really get it, though my brain might just be a little muddled from hotness overload. Is McKay unconscious, or what? Sorry if it's really obvious and I'm just missing it. XD
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Date: 2008-02-08 12:00 am (UTC)Sorry about the end. I'm on a roll here and after over a year of depression and anti-depressant-induced stupor, I'm finally writing fic again and had to finish the above because I was overcome by another plot bunny and had to write more fic! This is my drawback entirely, writing this little fic, unbetaed and all. I did want to experiment a little with syntax so when I re-read and saw the choppy phrases at the end I realised it was a bit obscure but left it in because it's very short and based on ellipses. I first wrote that McKay is actually dead, and that they killed him but then that seemed too much for a short ficlet to take and I'd have had to put character death as a warning in the Header which would have made the whole thing seem too serious so I changed it to 'slumped'. And no, it's not obvious and you're not missing it! :-)
Thank you so very kindly for your nice feedback. I am chuffed to bits that you found hotness here. I took one look at that scene (which I saw for the first time today) and nearly imploded.
Ha. I may write more of this pairing now!
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Date: 2008-02-08 12:46 am (UTC)I know there's another, but it was comment fic somewhere and I lost it in my bookmarks. *head desk*
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Date: 2008-02-08 04:10 am (UTC)is that the one?
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Date: 2008-02-08 04:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-09 11:52 pm (UTC)