stargateficrec | The Pegasus Device, by liketheriver. (PG-13)

Rec Category: McKay/Sheppard
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Category: AU, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
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Author on LJ:

liketheriverrun
Author's Website: Her stories on fanfiction.net, This post contains a list of her stories.

Link: The Pegasus Device

Summary: Detective John Sheppard and criminologist Dr. Rodney McKay thought they were just investigating another murder that rainy,Seattle night in 1940. They couldn't have been farther from the truth.

Why This Must Be Read:

It's a great story. Even though it's an AU the characters are very much themselves. Clever plot, well researched, well paced, a bit of action and adventure, humour and a wonderful atmosphere.

I couldn't stop reading once I started, and I read it once again already.

And I seemed to have a knack for solving murders. I’d learned under one of the best. Jack O’Neill had the knack, too, and he taught me one of the most important things I’d ever learned… nobody can do it alone. You can take the lead, take the occasional personal risk, but you need a good team backing you up or you’re up shit creek without a paddle. That’s why I wasn’t upset about being assigned a new partner. Jack had retired a month before. Gone fishing. I never understood the fascination, but if it made O’Neill happy, then good for him. Me, I had a good twenty years left to catch the bad guys and put them away and if I was going to do that, I needed a partner and that’s just what I was getting.

“Ronon Dex,” the big guy told me as he held out his hand. And by big, I mean big. I was surprised he hadn’t scraped his head on the door frame coming into Chief Landry’s office. And I eyed the massive hand he was offering with a bit of apprehension that I might not ever get mine back.

But I was the senior officer here.

“Ronon? What the hell kind of name is that?” I ignored the hand for the time being. This was a test.

“Mine.” The hand stayed right where it was and the brown eyes measured me as much I was measuring him. His eyes were just a shade darker than his trench coat, and his suit under that was a shade lighter still. Me, I preferred black. But, to each his own, I supposed.

I took the hand and shook firmly. “John Sheppard.” And surprise, surprise, my own hand came back.