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stargateficrecLast rec for the month! Hope you enjoyed them.
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Category: Slash, character study, episode related
Spoilers: Quarantine
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
busaikko
Author's Website: Fan Fiction by Busaikko
Link: Five, Four, Three, Two, One (Zero)
Why This Must Be Read:
Half character study, half relationship study, this story details a sharp and amazing background for John Sheppard, one that's jossed immediately after Quarantine. This John doesn't have a typical childhood, in either a RL or a fannish sense, and he grows up learning simply to survive. Scenes from John's childhood in Japan and Africa, plus his life in college are intercut with glimpses of his life in Atlantis as he gets to know Rodney. The whole thing paints an intense portrait of their lives and their relationship together.
"So I'll buy you that beer," Sheppard said, speaking figuratively. The beer was already bought and paid for, stored under his bed with all the other crap he stocked up on from Earth. Chocolate bars, bags of Doritos, instant pudding mixes, and God only knew what else. Rodney knew Sheppard kept all that stuff around as bribes or some kind of carbohydrate-based form of emotional bonding; he also knew that it worked really well.
So Rodney followed Sheppard back to his room, and he told him the whole sorry story of the proposal that wasn't. . . and the relationship that wasn't. . . and the things that he'd thought he knew and thought and believed, that had all turned out to be wrong. He'd even confessed, several beers into the evening, that something about Katie's way of getting clippings to root and thrive had made him think about having children. Sheppard had broken out the Terra chips for that, which was kind of like a hug, only probably more lasting.
"Can you keep a secret?" Sheppard asked, sprawled flat on his stomach, his head on one arm and the other curled around as if hiding something, like a Creepshowed comic that he was sneak-reading after bedtime.
"No," Rodney said immediately, turnabout being fair play, and Sheppard twisted around just enough to give him a look, a sarcastic ha, ha, yes you're very funny. "Well, yes, probably. Wait -- I'm going to need more beer if we're bonding."
"Help yourself," Sheppard said, and waited while Rodney pulled out bottle after bottle until he found the good microbrew, hidden in the back.
"So," Sheppard said, the weird angle of his face making him look perversely mischievous. "So, ask me."
"Animal, vegetable, or mineral," Rodney replied on automatic.
"No, no, just stop a minute, okay? Ask me." Rodney stared, having traumatised failed-proposal flashbacks, and Sheppard sighed. "The don't ask, don't tell kind of asking."
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Category: Slash, character study, episode related
Spoilers: Quarantine
Author on LJ:
busaikkoAuthor's Website: Fan Fiction by Busaikko
Link: Five, Four, Three, Two, One (Zero)
Why This Must Be Read:
Half character study, half relationship study, this story details a sharp and amazing background for John Sheppard, one that's jossed immediately after Quarantine. This John doesn't have a typical childhood, in either a RL or a fannish sense, and he grows up learning simply to survive. Scenes from John's childhood in Japan and Africa, plus his life in college are intercut with glimpses of his life in Atlantis as he gets to know Rodney. The whole thing paints an intense portrait of their lives and their relationship together.
"So I'll buy you that beer," Sheppard said, speaking figuratively. The beer was already bought and paid for, stored under his bed with all the other crap he stocked up on from Earth. Chocolate bars, bags of Doritos, instant pudding mixes, and God only knew what else. Rodney knew Sheppard kept all that stuff around as bribes or some kind of carbohydrate-based form of emotional bonding; he also knew that it worked really well.
So Rodney followed Sheppard back to his room, and he told him the whole sorry story of the proposal that wasn't. . . and the relationship that wasn't. . . and the things that he'd thought he knew and thought and believed, that had all turned out to be wrong. He'd even confessed, several beers into the evening, that something about Katie's way of getting clippings to root and thrive had made him think about having children. Sheppard had broken out the Terra chips for that, which was kind of like a hug, only probably more lasting.
"Can you keep a secret?" Sheppard asked, sprawled flat on his stomach, his head on one arm and the other curled around as if hiding something, like a Creepshowed comic that he was sneak-reading after bedtime.
"No," Rodney said immediately, turnabout being fair play, and Sheppard twisted around just enough to give him a look, a sarcastic ha, ha, yes you're very funny. "Well, yes, probably. Wait -- I'm going to need more beer if we're bonding."
"Help yourself," Sheppard said, and waited while Rodney pulled out bottle after bottle until he found the good microbrew, hidden in the back.
"So," Sheppard said, the weird angle of his face making him look perversely mischievous. "So, ask me."
"Animal, vegetable, or mineral," Rodney replied on automatic.
"No, no, just stop a minute, okay? Ask me." Rodney stared, having traumatised failed-proposal flashbacks, and Sheppard sighed. "The don't ask, don't tell kind of asking."
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