actually can i put in a third thing for the fic meme? because i think about john sheppard saying "it

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oh my gosh it’s not like there’s a quota. please feel free to tell me all day how great I am. 😊 But just before I got this ask I was looking through my AO3 kudos email and didn’t recognize a story title and clicked thru and it was one of my old SG:A ones, so I was just thinking about it, and thinking how nobody had mentioned any of those stories, and anyhow–

I knew right away which story that was in, my little OC-fest The Misadventures Of AR-8 https://archiveofourown.org/works/1132933, which I wrote because we don’t meet enough normal characters in that series. And I wanted Sheppard to get to actually be a good leader and mentor to his people. So. This is little Lt. Meyers of AR-8 who I really kicked around a lot.

Oh actually you might have been referring to another one, with Rodney. He told Rodney the same thing at some point. I don’t remember which story that was, though. Listen I had a lot of thoughts on torture in this series.

Oh wow I went back and looked at the first story in the series and it turns out the whole series is about torture, LOL.

She shuffled right up to the edge of the bed, swallowed hard, and looked up at him. “Heightmeyer told me a story,” she said very quietly. “And she said you told her to tell it to me.”

“Yeah,” John said. “So I don’t have to tell it to you, which is good, because I don’t wanna talk about it. So we’ll just leave it at that.”

“Yeah,” she said. She breathed in, breathed out, and said, “It means a lot. To me.” Her eyes flicked up, back down. “Thanks.”

“I figured,” he said, chewing his lower lip.

“They didn’t do anything near that bad to me,” she said. “It was— it was basically nothin’.”

“But they could have,” John said. “And that’s the thing— I’ve had people, like, apologize, that their torture wasn’t that bad— it doesn’t fucking matter. It doesn’t matter how bad it actually was. There’s always something worse. There’s no upper limit on bad. It’s just all by degrees. What matters is that it happened at all. And I just want— I just want you to understand. You can never be a person that that didn’t happen to. You never go back to the way you were. But you— it’s somethin’ you know about yourself, now. That you can live through that. And come out the other side.”

She nodded, and looked at his face a little more directly, and smiled. “Yeah,” she said. “I can.”