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The Confession of Sister MarySue and Brother Gary Stu
Forgive me father, for I have sinned... This is my first (and only) confession 
18th-Sep-2006 02:52 am
Story or Series Title: Rhyanidd (not really the series title, but it is the name of my Sue)
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Culprit Author's Name: That'd be me -> Dan

Full Name: Rhyanidd (I can't remember if I gave her a surname, and I'm sure as hell not going to go looking for it if I did).
Full Species: Human (derived from the Manx Celts circa AD900)
Hair Colour: Auburn/Red
Eye Colour: Green
Unusual Markings/Colourations: Some scars here and there because she was from a warrior culture dontchaknow?
Special Possessions: Nanocytes which allow her to read minds whenever she touches people/bond with those who're a genetic match (or some such shit)

Annoying Origin: Preloru (aka, the deep, dark, shameless recesses of my brain)
Annoying Connection To Canon Characters: Bonded to Daniel Jackson (originally intended as a love interest until I realised that was really, REALLY sue-ish), bonded temporarily to Jack O'Neill
Annoying Special Abilities: See Special Possessions, beyond skilled swords/horsewoman
Other Annoying Traits: Picked up English in five minutes flat (originally spoke with a Scots accent too)

Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:

From Rhyanidd

Daniel gave him a withering look. "What is this… bond?" He asked, falling into full archaeologist mode.

She looked slightly uncomfortable with his enquiry. "I do nae understand it meself. All I know is that we share thoughts."

"How did you learn to speak English so fast, and DanielJackson to speak your language," Teal'c asked.

"We must've downloaded more than memories," Daniel said thoughtfully.

"Download?" Rhyanith asked, a little confused with the terminology.

"Uh, it's an analogy for what happened. I started experiencing your memories… At least, I assumed they're yours and not anyone else's." The archaeologist backed away a little, seemingly worried by the idea that she may have passed on the memories of some hapless person she'd 'read' before.

Her expression grew cold as she noticed his action. "I do nae know what ye're implying, but I do nae get any pleasure from treading the thoughts of others!" she rasped, hands clenched in fury. "And for ye're information, those memories were mine and mine alone!"

From Catspaw


The tone of her voice prompted him to look at her, really look at her. His eyes widened as he looking into her eyes. In the darkness of her pupils he saw tiny sparks of light. And then he realised that he could no longer sense her. No, dear God, no!!

“Yes,” she hissed, lashing out with a vicious back-hand across his face. The force of the blow knocked his glasses off and rocketed him back into the room. With hazy vision he watched her close the door softly and advance on where he was slouched.

“Poor Daniel,” she crooned, caressing his cheek, “always on the receiving end.”

She grasped his throat with a firm grip and slowly pulled him to his feet. He struggled for breath as her fingers hit into his flesh.

“Looks like your karma took a turn for the worse,” she growled and flung him across the room. He slammed into a bookcase, causing a shower of books and artefacts to fall on him as he slowly slid to the floor. Her bare feet made soft noises on the floor as she stalked to where he lay. Crouching, she ran her fingers through his hair, before grabbing a handful and wrenching his head up.

From Degrees of Separation

Jack put his hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him. "Is there any way you can tell who's a potential, um, bondmate?"

"You know as soon as you read them. It just happens." She shrugged her thin shoulders and looked at the floor. "It's kinda hard to explain when you don't quite know how it happens yourself."

"Is there any way you can settle for second best?" Jack ducked his head so he could look into her eyes.

When she finally spoke, it was in a voice so soft that he almost imagined he was hearing things. "Yes."

"Well, I'm ready, willing and able-"

"No! I can't do that to you! Uh uh, not while I'm still breathing!" She backed away from him and pressed her spine against the wall. "Jack, this isn't just a thing you can ditch when it doesn't suit you any more! It's very, very permanent!"

"I know that! Look, why don't you want to bond with me? Do I smell bad or something? Habits that drive you up the walls? What is it?" Jack advanced and grabbed her shoulders before she could run away.

"The way, I never could- Only with 'Lyn…" She avoided his gaze by staring at a point just above his right shoulder.

"What are you talking about? What couldn't you do? What do we have to do?"

She looked him full in the eye and he saw the answer to his question.


I'm sure you're getting the point by now, yeah?

Excuses? What can I say? I was young, it was my first go at fanfic but I knew I wasn't nearly skilled enough to write without a point of reference that I knew inside and out. I eventually gave up the whole fanfiction thing once I started RPGing and left the mailing lists where people would actually *encourage* me to write that sort of tripe (or, at least, were too polite to tell me to stop). I'm actually surprised the website is still up there - obviously I still get the odd visitor wandering through because I haven't edited it in a few years now and Angelfire used to expunge any sites not visited for over three months.

I'm actually shocked Angelfire still exists while we're at it.

Please, everyone, forgive me for the abomination that I released upon the world. I really, truly am very, very, VERY sorry for it.
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