Pairing: John Sheppard/Carson Beckett
Genre: Romance, Fantasy
Warnings: Mutants are treated as subhuman by people from certain countries.
I use some formatting rules in this story.
Bold = Flashbacks
Italics = Telepathy and empathy / thoughts
In the mid 20th century the world stood still and watched as one man destroyed an entire army without killing a single man.
He was the first known mutant.
Parts of the world heralded him and his kind as the future of humanity, some parts tried to wipe them out and some enslaved them. But this story isn’t about that.
In 2000 an expedition of the world’s best and brightest was collected together, every single one of them someone who could disappear without more than a murmur being issued.
Every country involved had signed the Mutant protection act, except one, America.
The one person who had the ability to instinctively use ancient technology was an American mutant.
What happens when your whole life is flipped to revolve around one broken man?
Welcome to the world where the Icarus was built.
Other stories in the Mutant AU
As Atlas Crumbled – Marvel
Excerpts & Ephemera
This is a suggested reading order based on the chronology with in Mutant AU.
Torn – You never stop wanting to protect your children, not even when the whole world tells you that they are not worthy of a hint of affection.
Alone, at last – “The aptitude results are in, Sheppard. Flight School starts on the 3rd.”
Freedom – At 20 something John does not discover alcohol or a love of mathematics. He discovers there is something in flight that is truly freedom.
Hello again… -Steal a chopper, steal a god damn plane, steal your fucking life back’ he wanted to shout, ‘Everyone deserves a life and believe me most places in the world would give it to you. You’re one of a kind, never been anyone like you! Christ, governments would start wars to free you, if you would just damn well ask.‘
Crash – …The water is cold and deep, every second breath was taken half under water. He can’t hear anything, except for his own breath but even that is dulled like the walls of the box are absorbing it…
“If winning isn’t everything, why do they keep score?” -This is a response to a challenge over on the ever awesome Different Roads.