A tale of mystery, intrigue, and alien critters!

Comic, nine pages.

"Wait," John said, because this had to be a joke, didn't it? "You know Ronon, but you don't know me? What the hell did that thing do to you?"

It's easy to descend to the underworld; it's getting back that's the trick.

Business(wo)men by day, superheroes by night.

Song: Liquid Bird
Artist: The Beta Band
Spoilers: Seasons 1-5
Size: 39.8 MB, avi (download or stream available)

"This is how you talk to women?" says Hardison from the peanut gallery. "Really?"

John owns a coffee roastery in San Francisco. Rodney is the Angry Customer Zero who is bound to tell him where to stick his beans.

“You complete and utter moron! How on earth did you manage to get to this galaxy, let alone survive so long without being killed, while being such a total imbecile? Can you even read? There was a report, a detailed one! Shall I do the next one with pictures and small words?”

“B-” Rodney had no chance to get any further than that.

Fourteen years, eight months, and seven days after John and Rodney meet, the clock starts all over again.

Opening credits in the style of House M.D. - set to the House M.D. theme music.

1.9 MB download or Photobucket streaming video.

Awesome vampire manip!

John. The name seems solid if not familiar, a passable identity – nothing about it makes him cringe, at least, and he's been called other things (he thinks) these past few days that weren't so benign.

1) Teyla in thought without awareness of the unknown lover observing (and wanting) her.
2) A graphic "book" which was meant to convey the dreamy thoughts of an unknown lover of Teyla's.

"Oh, look… we have studied devices like this for years and at some point ultimately you just have to turn it on."

Digital manipulations forming a ten page magazine spread. Flawless work.

The Team as a noir detective story: Teyla in Burberry and fedora, John as homme fatale, Rodney as Detective Teyla's sidekick, Ronon as the innocent suspect, Defence Attorney!Elizabeth.

Beautiful digital paintings incorporated into Noir style book cover

Sheppard's got one chance, and Rodney is going to find it, no matter what.

Even as he walks down the corridor, familiar and wrong, he is trying to fit into the role.

The Pegasus Tinies: A Dreadful Abecedarium, with Selected Illustrations.

An illustrated alphabet of death.

"What?" Rodney asks, panicking a little when he sees a small, fist-sized growth tucked low in his pelvis. "What's that?"

"That," Carson says, a little pale, "is a uterus."

Which is when Rodney blacks out for the second time.

I was ready for a little dark. Which was why I took the night beat when I made detective the year after arriving in Seattle.

Besides, nobody gets themselves murdered during the day.

And I seemed to have a knack for solving murders.

Unwilling to accept that Sateda has been destroyed, Ronon -- newly aided by the citizens of Atlantis -- convinces Weir to let him visit his homeworld and see things for himself.

Sometimes, maybe it is Logopolis, after all.

Ladies and gentlemen, your driver of the Number 21 Air Force Ford Fusion, John Sheppard.

"I'm... I'm having a hawt porny love affair with Teyla."

"OMFG! How could you betray our union?"

"Let's bring Teyla out shall we?"

Attacker or prey? It's all a matter of point of view. Nothing's black and white in times of war. (48 MB .avi, or stream)

"Does this mean you're pansexual?" Sheppard asked Ronon. "I don't know what that means," Ronon said. "Yes, let's just stand around here all day making jokes about Ronon having sex with pancakes," Rodney scoffed. "That'll be really productive."

A gen team vid. Music by The Eurythmics.

.mov 66mb | .mov 6.9mb | .divX 16mb

She sees patterns and portraits; she picks out its secrets, and as she reads the book, the book reads her.

Rodney called up his best blank stare.

John pursed his lips. "Rodney? You gonna help or what?"

"Shhhhhh, I'm channeling my inner Ronon."

"And what exactly am I sorry about?" asks Rodney, wide-eyed and belligerent.
"You're sorry that these nice men feel the need to shoot you," John suggests delicately, as though the surrounding mob can't hear their exchange.

John thinks it's kind of pretty, but Rodney hates this, obviously -- he's hunching his shoulders and shivering ostentatiously, batting with ridiculous violence at the almost imperceptible drift of flakes around them.

Oh, ho, how can we go? How can we travel with our cloak of woe? How can we meddle in these hungry lives? Bellies so full and our clear blue skies

Watercolour and Indian ink painting of Teyla Emmagan, 700x838 px.

Head and shoulders pencil sketch of Teyla.

John isn't sure of his place in the universe after Carson makes a surprising discovery.

"Yes," Rodney said, nodding. "No more of this...this...kinky alien sex business. I'm cutting you off before you get some kind of Ancient STD."

"Let me get this straight," Elizabeth says twenty minutes later. "You're all seeing dead people?"

Nevertheless, it is still a tentative touch, Atlantis's, and he's not sure how much of it is real and how much is his imagination trying to comprehend technology that is far beyond his understanding.

“Colonel Sheppard has told me that you are in love with Xander. I wish to offer my congratulations, but I do not know who he is. I have met most of the Marines. Is he a scientist?” Teyla asked.