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I had to skip over Letters From Pegasus before because it was very important to me that this fic be posted today. You'll understand once you read it :).

Title: Till A’ the Seas Gang Dry
Rating: G
Pairing: Beckett/Ford
Spoilers: Letters From Pegasus
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Surprise party for Carson
Author’s Notes: written for the [livejournal.com profile] gatecreation episodes challenge. The title comes from Robert Burns’ “A Red, Red Rose.”

Till A' the Seas Gang Dry )
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Title: This Tumult in the Clouds, pt. 2
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Beckett/Ford
Spoilers: Home
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Carson wishes he knew what Sheppard felt when he flew.
Author's Notes: written for the [livejournal.com profile] gatecreation episodes challenge. The title comes from Yeats' "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."

Part Two )

Link to Part One
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Title: This Tumult in the Clouds, pt. 1
Rating: PG
Pairing: Beckett/Ford
Spoilers: Home
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Carson wishes he knew what Sheppard felt when he flew. Pseudo-sequel to A Hundred Lesser Faces
Author's Notes: written for the [livejournal.com profile] gatecreation episodes challenge. The title comes from Yeats' "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."

Part One )
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Title: A Hundred Lesser Faces
Rating: G
Pairing: Beckett/Ford (unrequited)
Spoilers: Poisoning the Well
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Ford watches Carson fall for Perna.
Author’s Notes: written for the [livejournal.com profile] gatecreation episodes challenge. The title comes from John Donne’s “The Broken Heart”


THE BROKEN HEART.
by John Donne


He is stark mad, whoever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Yet not that love so soon decays,
But that it can ten in less space devour ;
Who will believe me, if I swear
That I have had the plague a year?
Who would not laugh at me, if I should say
I saw a flash of powder burn a day?

Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
If once into love's hands it come !
All other griefs allow a part
To other griefs, and ask themselves but some ;
They come to us, but us love draws ;
He swallows us and never chaws ;
By him, as by chain'd shot, whole ranks do die ;
He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.

If 'twere not so, what did become
Of my heart when I first saw thee?
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room I carried none with me.
If it had gone to thee, I know
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite ;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite ;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.

***

A Hundred Lesser Faces )

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