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Music Video - Lonely Soul

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 14:56:58 GMT

Song: Lonely Soul by UNKLE

SGA music vid. Sheppard,action, angst, and some whump. This is the shortest vid I've made, at 42 seconds long. But it's also my favorite! There are two reasons why it's my favorite; 1) it looks pretty cool, and 2) it was so short that movie maker didn't have enough time to crash!

Lonely Soul

Disclaimer: Sheppard isn't mine. Although if someone ofered him to me I certainly wouldn't refuse.

Music Video - Right Here Waiting

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 03:28:22 GMT

Song: Right Here Waiting by Staind

Sheppard/McKay music vid. My original intention was to make this a John/Rodney friendsip vid, but it didn't take me long to realize it would look like slash anyway, so I gave up and made it as a slash video. Despite the change in plans, this still turned out to be one of my favorite vids.

Right Here Waiting

Disclaimer: I'm sad to report that I don't own Atlantis. I'm upset to report that I don't own McKay. And I'm devastated to report that I don't own Sheppard.

Music Video - Savin' Me

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 03:07:55 GMT

Song: Savin' Me by Nickelback

SGA music vid for the episode Common Ground. Lots of Sheppard and lots of whump - what's not to love?

Savin' Me

Disclaimer: If I owned SGA every episode would be as whumpy as Common Ground. Unfortunately, it does not belong to me.

Music Video - Here Without You

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 02:48:43 GMT

Song: Here Without You by Three Doors Down

Shep/Weir music vid. This was probably my hardest music vid to make because windows movie maker thought it would be fun to crash every few minutes - I wasn't too happy with my computer that day.

Without You

Disclaimer: I don't own Atlantis. I don't own Sheppard. I don't own Weir. You got that? Good.

Music Video - Rock You Like A Hurricane

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 02:25:58 GMT

Song: Rock You Like A Hurricane by The Scorpions

Sheppard action vid.

Hurricane

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Atlantis or Sheppard. If I did do you really think I'd spend my time making music videos?

Music Video - Going Down In Flames

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 18:14:46 GMT

Song: Going Down in Flames by Three Doors Down

Music vid for the SG-1 episode Ethon.

Going Down In Flames

Disclaimer: none of it belongs to me, I made no money for this.

Music Video - The Keeper

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 17:19:50 GMT

Song: Witchy Woman by The Eagles

SGA music vid for the character of the wraith keeper from Rising. My first vid.

The Keeper

Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me

What Doesn't Kill You

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 18:35:14 GMT

Title: What Doesn't Kill You
Author: Wraithkeeper (aka Lonely Angel)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Timeframe: Any
Characters: Lt. Col. John Sheppard
Warnings: Contains torture

Summary: Sheppard is held captive and tortured for information. Contains torture, obvioudly, and lots of Shep whump!

Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis and its characters don't belong to me.

John could no longer hold back the pained scream that ripped out of his lungs and pierced the air. His head rolled back to rest against the back of the chair and he tried to choke back the sobs that escaped him. He would not betray his friends; he’d die before he told his captors anything – and that possibility was looking more and more likely as the days continued. He knew he was too weak to last much longer, and he almost welcomed the escape of death. Anything had to be better than this. His thoughts turned to his friends on Atlantis. They were the closest thing he’d ever had to a family. He wondered if they were still searching for him, or if they had given up yet. Another knife slid into his arm and he was drawn out of his reverie.

One of the guards grabbed a handful of John’s hair and jerked his head up to look at the interrogator. “Tell me! What’s the code needed to gain access to your stargate?”

“Go to Hell” John forced out through clenched teeth.

His reward was a blow to the jaw that sent the chair toppling to the ground. He received a few kicks to the stomach before he was finally left alone again. He heard the door slam shut and tried to look over his shoulder to make sure all the men had left, but the position of the fallen chair prevented him from seeing anything behind him. He listened carefully but didn’t hear anyone else in the room, so he gave a relieved sigh and allowed himself to succumb to unconsciousness.

John awoke to the sound of heavy footsteps and the door swinging open to hit the wall. His arm was numb from being pinned under the chair, and he knew he had several broken ribs from the kicks he had received last night – or had it been morning? He’d long since lost track of time and was only guessing that he’d been here four days.

“Sleep good?” the interrogator taunted and motioned for the guards to pick up the chair.

Once he was sitting upright again, John was able to see what was going on. What he saw terrified him. The guards had wheeled in a cart carrying what appeared to be the alien equivalent of a car battery. John struggled against the ropes that bound his hands, hoping that this time they would finally break; but he was unlucky, as he’d known he would be. “Please…no…” He whimpered, aware of the pleading note in his voice.

“But we’ll have such fun,” The interrogator laughed.

When the man nodded at the guards standing behind the chair, John fought to turn his head far enough to see what they were doing. He was shocked to feel a bucket of water dumped over his head. Even knowing what was coming, he couldn’t help but lick the water greedily off his lips in an attempt to quench his unbearable thirst. His tormentor chuckled at John’s actions. John closed his eyes and fought the nauseous feeling rising in his stomach as the guards prepared everything for their next round of “interrogation” – at least that’s what they insisted on calling it.

“So, do you feel like answering any questions today?”

John steeled himself for what he knew was coming. His expectations weren’t disappointed as the electricity ripped through his body like liquid fire. His back arched involuntarily against the pain, and his chest tightened until he couldn’t breathe. John’s head was filled with an intense roar as he began to lose consciousness. Then, blessedly, the current stopped and John was able to breathe again. He gasped desperately for air and attempted to regain his composure. Tremors ran through his body and it still felt like every nerve ending was being assaulted simultaneously.

John was unable to say anything when he was asked for his access code. He gasped for air and looked up at his tormentor, his eyes pleading and desperate for relief. His gaze was met with a cold, hard stare. John flinched when he saw the man reaching for the device again. “Last chance” he heard, before the pain returned full force. The electricity danced over his nerve endings and the pain was unbearable. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but wait for it to stop. Then it was finally over and John slumped in his chair. His body was beginning to shut down, he knew that. As he slipped into unconsciousness, he wondered how much longer he could survive.

The sound of the door being thrown open jerked John awake, and he looked down at the floor as he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He waited for the assault that was sure to come, but was confused to see the man before him kneel down to be eye-level with him. John kept his eyes trained on the floor to avoid angering the man before him.

John cringed away from the hand that reached toward him, and was shocked when it withdrew. Looking up, he saw not the interrogator, but Dr. Beckett. John drew in a ragged breath and met Carson’s pity-filled eyes. He felt his hands being untied, and he heard orders being shouted. He felt himself lifted up and placed gingerly on a stretcher.

John knew it was safe to sleep now. He allowed himself to be swallowed by the blackness that crept into his vision; knowing that when he woke, he would be safe in Atlantis. His family had come for him, and he would be safe with them. He was going home.

FIN

Unforgivable

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 21:41:15 GMT

Title: Unforgivable
Author: Wraithkeeper (aka Lonely Angel)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Timeframe: Set after the episode Phantoms (SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE!)
Characters: Lt. Col. John Sheppard
Warnings: Death fic, contains suicide

Summary: What if Rodney had died when John shot him? Drabble for Phantoms. John and Rodney friendship only – not slash.

Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis and its characters do not belong to me. If they did there would be a lot more whump in the episodes.

John looked at the gun in his hands, reflecting on what he’d done. He’d killed Rodney; killed his best friend. That sin was unforgivable.

The mission was screwed up from the start. So many men dead, so many lives ruined.

John had written a letter to Rodney’s sister, explaining that Rodney was gone and that he’d died a noble death. But it was a lie. His death was pointless, and completely John’s fault.

He lifted the gun, staring down its barrel. “I’m sorry, Rodney” he whispered, his voice full of grief.

He drew one last breath.

And pulled the trigger.

Remember

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 01:14:53 GMT

Title: Remember
Author: Wraithkeeper (aka Lonely Angel)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Timeframe: Tag for the episode Common Ground
Characters: Lt Col John Sheppard
Pairing: None

Summary: Sheppard has a flashback while in the infirmary.

Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis and its characters belong to MGM, SciFi, and whoever else owns it. No money was made and no copyright infringement was intended.

He was back there again; feeling the pain and fear as strong as it had been when it happened. He woke up screaming. He heard voices and he felt hands holding him down. He struggled against them, fighting to free himself. He knew that any moment the wraith would begin to feed again. The voices tried to calm him, but nothing could take the fear away. He would always remember.

He remembered the fear he felt when the wraith slammed its hand into his chest. And he remembered the feeling of his life being drained away. He remembered everything; every terrifying moment of his torture. Trying to scream but no noise escaping because of the gag. The overwhelming pain and the knowledge that he was never going to be young again. Knowing that even the few seconds of feeding took away so many years of his life.

He felt the tears streaming down his face. The wraith had given him back his life, but it hadn’t taken away the memories.

He heard the voices telling him that everything was okay – that he was safe; but he wasn’t okay. He wondered if he ever would be.

FIN

Changing Fate

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 21:35:53 GMT

Title: Changing Fate
Author: Wraithkeeper (aka Lonely Angel)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Timeframe: Set in the episode Rising (pilot)
Characters: Major John Sheppard
Pairing: None

Summary: Major Sheppard decides to join the Atlantis expedition.

Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis and its characters belong to MGM, SciFi, and whoever else owns it. No money was made and no copyright infringement was intended.

It was cold, which was to be expected when you were in Antarctica, but John had gotten used to the cold. What he hadn’t gotten used to was the research being conducted deep under the ice of Antarctica. He had been told it was about alien technology and other worlds, but he was beginning to wonder if that was all just a cover story. If it was, it was the worst cover story John had ever heard; and he’d heard some pretty unbelievable ones.

He decided to test his theory by sitting in the ‘alien’ chair. If it was alien it would probably do something strange; he wasn’t quite sure what, but it would probably light up at least. So if it did nothing that would prove it was just an ordinary Earth-made chair, he reasoned. As he lowered himself into the chair, he heard the Scottish doctor telling him not to sit down. He replied with a quick reminder that he was human so it didn’t matter. But then the chair lit up and reclined with a mechanical whir. The Scottish man told him not to move and then ran off.

The man returned a few minutes later with a small group of people. The only person John recognized was General O’Neill. Shit, he was in trouble now. The General reminded him that he had said not to touch anything. “I just sat down,” John defended himself. He was about to explain when one of the men – a scientist, no doubt – told John to imagine where they were in the solar system. What did that have to do with anything? But he complied, and a holographic image of the solar system appeared above his head. “Did I do that?” he wondered aloud.

*****

John was beginning to regret his decision; because the moment he sat down in that chair, he had changed his future; and the future of the men and women around him. Those brave souls who dared to travel to a distant galaxy. Some would explore these new worlds and make exciting discoveries. But others would make the ultimate sacrifice: to give their lives for their comrades – their friends. John wondered which fate would be his, and he decided that he was going to find out. Taking a deep breath, Major John Sheppard stepped through the gate and changed his life forever.

FIN