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SLASH FIC: Moving On 4/? [SGA/Foxtrot]
Can anyone think of a better summary for this? The one I've got is kind of wishy-washy, but I've always sucked at summaries. And is anyone even reading this story ::just curious:: because even if no one is, I'm going to keep writing it, because I'm enjoying it 'cause I'm like that.
BTW, I've totally been writing this with my new Logitech Io Digital Pen. Isn't that cool? I write in the digital notebook, then I plug the pen into the cradle and all my handwritten story is transferred to my computer. I click on Convert, and voila! Everything turns to text. It's the shit, man, totally the shit.
Title: Moving On
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: SGA/Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/Jason
Rated: NC-17/MA/FR21
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the Foxtrot comics.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: Jason Fox makes an appearance in the Stargate universe, and Rodney gets over his unrequited feelings just as they might have become requited.
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Previous entries can be found here
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Jason had never been out of direct contact for so long. Sure,there had been a few video messages, but not even a digital image of her son could relieve her sense that something wasn't quite right.
Intellectually Andy knew that Jason was an adult and could take care of himself. But that did nothing for the worry she felt for him.
She knew he thought she believed the cover story about his working on ''radio telemetry.'' As though her undoubtedly brilliant son would ever work on something so banal. No, she knew he was employed on some top secret project or other for the government, probably dangerous weapons research or something. Which is why she couldn't help worrying at the lack of live messages.
Anyone would say that Jason could take care of himself, but she would always remember a time when he couldn't, and it really wasn't so long ago.
Brain damage. Irreparable brain damage. She would always hear those dreaded words ringing through her memory.
It had been an otherwise quiet afternoon and she had been busily putting together a tofu-eggplant-macaroni casserole when the phone rang. There had been an accident. Eileen had been injured, Marcus--her sons best friend since preschool--was dead, and Jason was in a coma.
A school lab experiment had gone terribly wrong. At fourteen years old Marcus was dead, Eileen had lost half her fucking face, and Jason had irreparable brain damage.
She had rushed to the hospital to find out that even if he was still alive, her charming and funny son would never be the same.
He left for school on a Tuesday as the boy she had raised and loved and tried her hardest to protect from the world. He came home on In Thursday--seven months later--as a stranger she really didn't know how to deal with at first, no matter how much she still loved him.
He was so different when he came home, but she was just grateful he was still alive.
She wasn't a hundred percent on all the doctor speak, but it seemed as if part of his brain had been damaged. He would forever be emotionally stunted, never fully able to interact with the people around him.
Before, he had been a bright and funny boy with an easy charm that got him out of a lot of the trouble his mischievousness got him into.
After, he want quite shallow, it just seemed as if nothing that happened could ever fully touch him. He was never as emotionally hurt by things as he would have been before, but he was never as happy either. And some concepts... he never seemed to grasp at all.
Andy had done her best to guard her newly broken son from the world, but if he had been emotionally stunted, his brilliance still shone through nonetheless.
Physics became his favorite toy, math and the universe it represented was something he happily recreated in his lab. He was noticeably more focused on solving the unsolvable mysteries of the universe. Probably because he could no longer figure the intricacies of the everyday human condition.
Things the average ten year old child took for granted eluded Jason completely. It made Andy want to cry because she remembered the boy he was before, and she knew that that Jason Fox was gone forever and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Those parts of his brain were dead along with Marcus and Eileen's futures.
The worse thing for Andy to face, though, was the fact that the entire tragedy might very well have been Jason's fault. But no one would ever know for sure because Jason couldn't remember that entire day or the two weeks before it, and Eileen...
Eileen Jacobson had a lovely tombstone and two grieving parents who couldn't quite grasp how their precious daughter could kill herself simply because she would never be pretty or even normal looking ever again. Two aging academics when they had her, all they knew was that she was their daughter and they loved her, physical beauty not meaning a thing.
It was Eileen's suicide that really drove the reality of the whole situations home to Andy. She had almost lost her youngest son forever, and no matter how changed he was, she still loved him for the boy he had been and the man he had become.
When Jason had decided to go to work for the government she had been horrified, knowing he would be doing things he could only distantly understand the consequences of. But he was happy, or at the very least content, doing what had become second nature to him.
She had forced herself to come to terms with the life Jason had chosen and the danger he might possibly face without her ever knowing. Because the things he did were so classified she want even a hundred percent sure what all degrees he had , even though she knew he had continued with his education.
Jason was largely a stranger to her, but she loved him. Her beautiful baby boy. And right now she was getting the feeling that he was in danger, or at the very least in a place where she could end up never hearing from him again.
Making up her mind, she got out her small address book. She really hadn't wanted to make this call, but she honestly felt it had to be done.
''General Beardshear? This is Andrea Fox..."
TBC...
BTW, I've totally been writing this with my new Logitech Io Digital Pen. Isn't that cool? I write in the digital notebook, then I plug the pen into the cradle and all my handwritten story is transferred to my computer. I click on Convert, and voila! Everything turns to text. It's the shit, man, totally the shit.
Title: Moving On
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: SGA/Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/Jason
Rated: NC-17/MA/FR21
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the Foxtrot comics.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
.
Summary: Jason Fox makes an appearance in the Stargate universe, and Rodney gets over his unrequited feelings just as they might have become requited.
.
Previous entries can be found here
.
Jason had never been out of direct contact for so long. Sure,there had been a few video messages, but not even a digital image of her son could relieve her sense that something wasn't quite right.
Intellectually Andy knew that Jason was an adult and could take care of himself. But that did nothing for the worry she felt for him.
She knew he thought she believed the cover story about his working on ''radio telemetry.'' As though her undoubtedly brilliant son would ever work on something so banal. No, she knew he was employed on some top secret project or other for the government, probably dangerous weapons research or something. Which is why she couldn't help worrying at the lack of live messages.
Anyone would say that Jason could take care of himself, but she would always remember a time when he couldn't, and it really wasn't so long ago.
Brain damage. Irreparable brain damage. She would always hear those dreaded words ringing through her memory.
It had been an otherwise quiet afternoon and she had been busily putting together a tofu-eggplant-macaroni casserole when the phone rang. There had been an accident. Eileen had been injured, Marcus--her sons best friend since preschool--was dead, and Jason was in a coma.
A school lab experiment had gone terribly wrong. At fourteen years old Marcus was dead, Eileen had lost half her fucking face, and Jason had irreparable brain damage.
She had rushed to the hospital to find out that even if he was still alive, her charming and funny son would never be the same.
He left for school on a Tuesday as the boy she had raised and loved and tried her hardest to protect from the world. He came home on In Thursday--seven months later--as a stranger she really didn't know how to deal with at first, no matter how much she still loved him.
He was so different when he came home, but she was just grateful he was still alive.
She wasn't a hundred percent on all the doctor speak, but it seemed as if part of his brain had been damaged. He would forever be emotionally stunted, never fully able to interact with the people around him.
Before, he had been a bright and funny boy with an easy charm that got him out of a lot of the trouble his mischievousness got him into.
After, he want quite shallow, it just seemed as if nothing that happened could ever fully touch him. He was never as emotionally hurt by things as he would have been before, but he was never as happy either. And some concepts... he never seemed to grasp at all.
Andy had done her best to guard her newly broken son from the world, but if he had been emotionally stunted, his brilliance still shone through nonetheless.
Physics became his favorite toy, math and the universe it represented was something he happily recreated in his lab. He was noticeably more focused on solving the unsolvable mysteries of the universe. Probably because he could no longer figure the intricacies of the everyday human condition.
Things the average ten year old child took for granted eluded Jason completely. It made Andy want to cry because she remembered the boy he was before, and she knew that that Jason Fox was gone forever and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Those parts of his brain were dead along with Marcus and Eileen's futures.
The worse thing for Andy to face, though, was the fact that the entire tragedy might very well have been Jason's fault. But no one would ever know for sure because Jason couldn't remember that entire day or the two weeks before it, and Eileen...
Eileen Jacobson had a lovely tombstone and two grieving parents who couldn't quite grasp how their precious daughter could kill herself simply because she would never be pretty or even normal looking ever again. Two aging academics when they had her, all they knew was that she was their daughter and they loved her, physical beauty not meaning a thing.
It was Eileen's suicide that really drove the reality of the whole situations home to Andy. She had almost lost her youngest son forever, and no matter how changed he was, she still loved him for the boy he had been and the man he had become.
When Jason had decided to go to work for the government she had been horrified, knowing he would be doing things he could only distantly understand the consequences of. But he was happy, or at the very least content, doing what had become second nature to him.
She had forced herself to come to terms with the life Jason had chosen and the danger he might possibly face without her ever knowing. Because the things he did were so classified she want even a hundred percent sure what all degrees he had , even though she knew he had continued with his education.
Jason was largely a stranger to her, but she loved him. Her beautiful baby boy. And right now she was getting the feeling that he was in danger, or at the very least in a place where she could end up never hearing from him again.
Making up her mind, she got out her small address book. She really hadn't wanted to make this call, but she honestly felt it had to be done.
''General Beardshear? This is Andrea Fox..."
TBC...