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Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Category: AU, Genderswap
Spoilers: None.
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torakowalski
Author's Website: Tora's Story List
Link: With Bones Like That
Why This Must Be Read:
I have a genderswap kink, so maybe I'm not the best person to talk about the 'why' of reading a genderswap story, but I really enjoyed this. What I liked about this one is how Rodney's character comes through, despite is temporary gender reassignment. John is a little thrown by this at first, as the last time he saw Rodney, Rodney had definately been a guy, but that was several years ago. John rolls with it, bending and not breaking, and their relationship develops out of their shared history as well as current circumstance. It's light, it's fun, and it moves briskly; the pacing is lovely in this.
It was just past 22:00 when John’s house phone started ringing. He made a grab for it. “Hello?” he said, trying to sound like he hadn’t just woken up.
“John Sheppard?” The line was crap, static and too quiet and it was hard to make out words. He hoped the problem wasn't on his end; there was no way his landlord would put in a new phoneline. “Hello? This is Rodney McKay.”
Jesus Christ. John blinked uselessly at the place on the wall beside his bed where the last remaining scrap of wallpaper was clinging on for life. “Rodney?”
“Yes. Yes,” came the reply. “This phone is devouring my coins like a hungry Wrai- well, like a life-sucking vampire; let’s not waste time repeating each other’s names. Can you meet me at the airport?”
John’s brain was a little foggy. Possibly because he was half asleep and someone he hadn’t seen in nearly twenty years was waking him up and making demands. “You’re in San Francisco?”
“No, no, I just thought it would be fun to telephone you after all these years and ask you hypothetical questions. Now hurry up, the guy behind me in the line keeps touching my ass.”
He hung up.
“Huh,” John said to his receiver. “Huh,” he said again when the recorded lady came on the line and told him to hang the hell up. It looked like Rodney hadn’t changed at all.
They’d been close in college, or at least as close as two socially awkward guys could be, had even managed to stay in touch afterwards, at least until Rodney got spirited away to some top secret science thing and stopped answering John’s calls.
John spent a minute wondering how Rodney had found him then dismissed it; Rodney McKay had always had ways. The important thing was that they’d been friends, good friends, and that was what John kept repeating to himself as he dragged his ass into his car and his car out into the muggy Californian night.
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Category: AU, Genderswap
Spoilers: None.
Author on LJ:
torakowalskiAuthor's Website: Tora's Story List
Link: With Bones Like That
Why This Must Be Read:
I have a genderswap kink, so maybe I'm not the best person to talk about the 'why' of reading a genderswap story, but I really enjoyed this. What I liked about this one is how Rodney's character comes through, despite is temporary gender reassignment. John is a little thrown by this at first, as the last time he saw Rodney, Rodney had definately been a guy, but that was several years ago. John rolls with it, bending and not breaking, and their relationship develops out of their shared history as well as current circumstance. It's light, it's fun, and it moves briskly; the pacing is lovely in this.
It was just past 22:00 when John’s house phone started ringing. He made a grab for it. “Hello?” he said, trying to sound like he hadn’t just woken up.
“John Sheppard?” The line was crap, static and too quiet and it was hard to make out words. He hoped the problem wasn't on his end; there was no way his landlord would put in a new phoneline. “Hello? This is Rodney McKay.”
Jesus Christ. John blinked uselessly at the place on the wall beside his bed where the last remaining scrap of wallpaper was clinging on for life. “Rodney?”
“Yes. Yes,” came the reply. “This phone is devouring my coins like a hungry Wrai- well, like a life-sucking vampire; let’s not waste time repeating each other’s names. Can you meet me at the airport?”
John’s brain was a little foggy. Possibly because he was half asleep and someone he hadn’t seen in nearly twenty years was waking him up and making demands. “You’re in San Francisco?”
“No, no, I just thought it would be fun to telephone you after all these years and ask you hypothetical questions. Now hurry up, the guy behind me in the line keeps touching my ass.”
He hung up.
“Huh,” John said to his receiver. “Huh,” he said again when the recorded lady came on the line and told him to hang the hell up. It looked like Rodney hadn’t changed at all.
They’d been close in college, or at least as close as two socially awkward guys could be, had even managed to stay in touch afterwards, at least until Rodney got spirited away to some top secret science thing and stopped answering John’s calls.
John spent a minute wondering how Rodney had found him then dismissed it; Rodney McKay had always had ways. The important thing was that they’d been friends, good friends, and that was what John kept repeating to himself as he dragged his ass into his car and his car out into the muggy Californian night.
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