September 7th, 2008

Winter Sunlight

SGA fic: Night Ops (McKay/Keller, Sheppard, action, h/c) (1/2)

Title: Night Ops
Word Count: 17,500
Pairing: light McKay/Keller
Rating: PG-13
Season/Spoilers: Season 4, shortly after Trio but before Kindred.
Summary: Colonel Sheppard has been in the hands of the Nolari for just over six hours. They are not known for treating their prisoners well. When a rescue mission goes FUBAR, McKay and Keller find themselves racing a ticking clock to save Sheppard's life on a lethal, frozen world.
Notes: This is for astridv, who won my auction for livelongnmarry. She wanted Rodney/Jennifer friendship/UST/possibly more, preferably with h/c, preferably offworld. Thank you so much to sgatazmy and kodiak_bear for the lightning-fast beta and to derry667 for letting me poke her with medical questions. Remaining mistakes are mine alone.

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Winter Sunlight

OMG, that was awesome!

I just went out to run the dogs around in the yard -- and also the cat, who likes taking walks with us, for reasons known only to him. It's dusk, and I was out at the edge of the yard when a gigantic bird swooped over my head and landed in the tree above me. I thought it was a raven, though they don't normally fly around so late, because it was about that size and there's almost nothing else flying around the woods that's so big. But when I got a good look at its silhouette in the tree, it was a great horned owl.

I know we have quite a few of them, but I've only seen one in the wild once before, and that was on a nature walk that was specifically showing us an owl's nest, which hardly seems to count. *g* But this was much, much closer -- probably only twenty feet away from me. And they move like a cat! It's so creepy! The graceful, sinuous movement of their neck and head is just like a cat's body language, especially with the flat face and the ears.

The cat, in fact, was what the owl was looking at, with a speculative and hungry sort of air. Discretion is the better part of small pet ownership, and I scooped him up to make sure that he didn't end up an owl-kebob. Cat in hand, I strolled up underneath the owl's tree to get a better look at it, until it got fed up with that and flew away. I wandered after it for a little while (still carrying the cat, since I didn't dare put him down) and got a few more good looks at it on top of a pile of gravel in the gravel pit.

The cat was most put out by all of this. When I put him down, he showed his gratitude by flinging his arms around my leg and biting me on the shin. ("Cat sovereignty - violated! You bastard!") Decided it would be a good idea to take him inside for the night ...