stargateficrec | When Moored to the Sky, by rinsbane. (NC-17)

Hi, I'm thady, your McKay/Sheppard reccer for the month.

I'm sorry I start so late, but due to an illness in the family I haven't had much time. Please do not take any annoyance at my tardiness out on these stories I'll rec. Thanks.

Rec Category: McKay/Sheppard
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Category: Atlantis, AR, first-time, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Warning: wings
Author on LJ:

rinsbane
Author's Website: none, as far as I know.
Link: When Moored to the Sky

Summary: See warning. In which Rodney gets wings. Because I was reading SGA wingfic and thought, hey, why’s it usually, though not always, John who gets the wings? If Rodney got them, John would be So. Jealous.

Why This Must Be Read:

This is an wonderfully crafted story, rich and layered and poignant. I love the character voices here, very true to themselves. Add the rich imagery, and beautiful language, and the humor and you've got a lovely story.

A story I love to re-read.

A week later, Carson hasn’t figured out how to get them off. And they seem to be growing. Or something. It’s not that they’re getting bigger so much as, “Uhm, solidifying,” Carson says.

Rodney looks at him in horror. “You mean like one of those babies that never gets born and then calcifies inside the uterus?” He grabs Carson’s arms and shakes him, and looks at John. “I have a stone baby growing out of my back. You need to do something. Now!”

John decides if he lets Rodney see his grin he risks cold showers every morning, or at least a good fight with the city as Rodney systematically reprograms it to spout out only cold water, and probably salt water as well, until John sweet-talks Atlantis into heating it back up. Because it’s not funny. So he points at Carson.

Carson shakes Rodney off him. “Yes,” he says. “It’s exactly like a calcified baby, except that they’re wings and they’re not calcifying and they’re not a baby and they’re not in your uterus.”

“I don’t have a uterus,” Rodney says, looking at Carson like he’s stupid. Carson pinches the bridge of his nose, as if to stave off a headache.

“Oh my god, I don’t, do I? Did it give me one of those too?”

“Rodney, wings and babies. Do not mesh.” Carson tries again. He’s using that falsely patient voice that McKay provokes so easily.