Disclaimer: I've been dragged into this fandom against my will! Avoided Stargate addiction for years, then I had to go see SGA, grrr smile Of course, MGM and Sony, and all the other grand high Mucky Mucks own Stargate Atlantis, I'm just breaking their toys for a little bit. Any similarity to any other story not my own, is a coincidence. No copyright infringement is intended. And I'm not making even a wooden nickel off if this sucker. smile

"A Moon Song;" The Confluence; David Berkeley; 2002.

"So Are You to Me;" eastmountainsouth; eastemountainsouth; 2003.

Rating: PG at least, maybe a PG-13 depending on what your personal line is, though I would certainly call it a tame PG-13 if it is. Rated for mild swear; one word used twice, and kissing.

Timeline: Set sometime early third season, but it's only a drabble, so it shouldn't go too strongly against future plotpoints. Please keep in mind that I've only seen second season until "Michael." General reference to past seasons, but nothing really specific.

Author's Notes: Been out of the loop a while...sooo... This started as one thing, then mutated, then became something else entire, and ended up longer than intended. smile This is my first, and maybe only SGA ficlit. Please keep in mind that while I can write other things, it turns out that I'm a shipper heheMy ficlits reflect this. If you don't want to read a fluffly bunny story, than don't read this. One last warning, this is sappy Sparky fic.

And the David Berkeley song? I was listening to it and it got my muse singing, because I mean really, can you get a much more Sparky song?

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A green-eyed boy, he met an autumn-eyed girl.
And she said, "Take your time, I'm from the other side of the world."
And there were rules to be broken: they have differences to mend.
But when he looked into her eyes, there was no way he could pretend.

But she said, "Truth is sorrow, we will never be that way."
And he said, "Truth is pleasure, that is all there is to say."
But some say, "Truth is hidden, it lies very far below."
But I say, "Truth is beauty. That is all you need to know."

And now I'm falling like the snow.
You are like the moon: I watch you as you glow.
And now you're falling like the snow.
Still I'm hanging on the moon: I watch you far below.

And so I stand upon the wreckage of the kingdom of the world,
and I stare upon the ruins and remember this girl.
You see, the boy would be her nightingale if she would be his muse.
But when she looked into his eyes there was nothing she could refuse.
And so the green-eyed boy he kissed the autumn-eyed girl.
Their kiss is painted on the urn, watch it as it twirls.

Still she said, "Truth is sorrow, we will never be that way."
And he said, "Truth is pleasure, that is all there is to say."
But some say, "Truth is hidden, it lies very far below."
But I say, "Truth is beauty. That is all you need to know."

And now I'm falling like the snow.
You are like the moon: I watch you as you glow.
And now you're falling like the snow.
Still I'm hanging on the moon: I watch you far below.

And now I'm falling like the snow.
You are like the moon: I watch you as you glow.
And now you're falling like the snow.
Still I'm hanging on the moon: I watch you far below.

"A Moon Song" David Berkeley