Christmas Eve on Atlantis. McKay/Weir

Brief snapshot of life. [Slash]

Sometimes, the only way up is to find the end. AU. [Slash]

He really has to stop falling asleep during briefings. [Slash]

Life can be marked by the scars. [Slash]

There were other ways they could have come out. [Slash]

He was home, back from the place that had stolen him for seven months. [Slash]

He was hurting.

In the end, it was just him. AU. [Slash]

A moment in time. [Slash]

He'll always remember the phone call. [Slash]

The coffin was some of the best workmanship any had seen since their arrival. [Slash]

They've had a tough day. [Slash]

Trois petits tours… et puis… s'en vont ! Comment faire tourner en bourrique un docteur écossais ? Elisabeth va t elle s'arracher les cheveux ? La Cité va t elle rester debout ? Suspens… Mon cadeau de Noël !

An SGA Christmas story. Colonel Sheppard's team should never go through the gate on Christmas eve. It just never works out.

McKay encounters something alltoofamiliar, the team’s underwater mission investigating the ocean floor goes bizarre in more ways than one...and Atlantis has its own problems. Sequel to Phantom Thoughts.

Some moments are given and other's you have to take, but what does it really matter when it comes to Christmas? SheppardWeir

Rodney thinks about home. Drabble from LJ Atlantis100

Another Weir POV after Intruder...Drabble from LJ Atlantis100

Weir's POV after Intruder...Shweir Drabble From LJ Atlantis100

Sheppard finally has a home... Mushy PWP from LJ Atlantis100

Short little oneshot. Sora. Drabble from LJ Atlantis100

“Well, I thought it looked like a cat,” muttered McKay, somewhat petulantly.' John, Elizabeth, a book, and an alien. SheppardWeir.

Carson POV on a little action in the infirmary. Bit of ShepWhump.

After the Incident a few days before, John lets down his guard and pays the price. That leads to some thinking while waiting for rescue. Warning for language.