Happy Leap Year!

Here are my entries for the "Flying Leap Challenge"


Title: Night of the Swallow  
Medium: Songvid. Set to the song of the same name by Kate Bush. 
Editor: Hester (hesternic)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Lt. Col John Sheppard / Dr. Rodney McKay
Summary:   No matter how much Rodney pleads with him not to take such risks, Sheppard insists on flying dangerous missions in the shadows of the night.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: These guys aren't mine, but they sure are fun to play with!

Inspirational Quote: 
"Why fly? Simple. I'm not happy unless there's some room between me and the ground." ~ Richard Bach 
[And doesn't that sound exactly like something Shep would say!]

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Special bonus vid for those who are really keen!  [I created this one prior to the challenge being issued, but it's right on theme, so I can't resist adding it on.]  Two -- two for the price of one!

Title: John Sheppard: "Aviating" 
Medium: Songvid.  Set to the song of the same name by lo-fi indie artist Jack Drag.
Editor: Hester (hesternic)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Lt. Col John Sheppard (pretty much solo here)
Summary:  A dreamy meditation on Shep's obsession with flying.  
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I'm still not finished playing with him!
 

Rodney McKay stomped his way along the dusty paths of the fairground in the hot midday sun. The roustabouts were putting up the marquee tents for the show that night, but Rodney was focused on getting to the mess tent for lunch, before all the blue jello was gone. In this late August heat, even jello might melt.

As he hurried along, Rodney noticed a new guy among the circus crew. This wasn’t unusual. Carnies are a nomadic lot, and the staff of this circus tended to change with each engagement, as local people drifted in and out. One more ‘bit of rough’ on the roster was not that surprising.

But Rodney was struck by the sight of this new stranger. He was tall, dark, and lean, and he had his shirt off to work in the blistering summer heat. His tanned shoulders bunched with ropey muscle as he swung his sledgehammer efficiently at the massive tent pegs that held the guy wires of the Big Top in place. His hair was blue-black in the bright sunlight, and it stuck up in tufty spikes despite the wilting humidity of the day. Dark stubble coated his cheeks in a shadow that looked well past 5 o’clock, even this early in the day, giving him a slightly dangerous air.

( Read the entire story here. )

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