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stargateficrecRec Category: Ronon Dex
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Ronon Dex
Category: Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay/Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay, Humor, Slash, Holiday, Alternate Universe
Warning: Explicit slash, suggestive humor
Author on LJ: http://linabean.livejournal.com/
Author's Website: none known
Link: Part I: http://linabean.livejournal.com/42307.html and Part II: http://linabean.livejournal.com/42636.html
Why This Must Be Read: I usually don't read non-canon slash but Funny Valentine, a Ronon/Rodney fic, completely won me over with how right the relationship feels. linabean makes the two seem like a perfect match for each other. The story's overall theme is quite appropriate too as Valentine's Day approaches (ominously for some).
In the story, Rodney and Ronon are in an established relationship but struggle with the help (and sometimes hindering) of John and Teyla among others to show their feelings for each other despite numerous miscommunications. The author's original approach to the romance between the two men of exploring just how Earth's (specifically the US and Canada) romantic traditions and cliches would appear to someone from another galaxy is hilarious and brilliant. If you think about it, yes, a human heart is not at all an attractive image. No wonder Ronon is confused. I love the cultural misunderstandings and how perfect the characterizations are but the highlight of this story is truly how funny it is, especially the snarkiness of Rodney's POV. I'm not sure which I loved waiting for more in the messhall interludes interspersed between Rodney and Ronon segments: what inappropriate word/name forgetful Rodney would next call the poor linguist engaged in a running chess battle with Sheppard or how oblivious he is to the subtle flirting game between Sheppard and Teyla throughout the story.
A snippet...
Ronon's getting the extra bowls of oatmeal, so I'm trying to balance my tray while I look for a good place to sit. Ah, there are Teyla and Colonel Sheppard, the latter of whom looks to be engrossed in a game of chess with…one of the scientists. His name'll come to me.
Oh, sure enough.
"Dr. Pepys," I call, striding up to the table. Pepys doesn't look up from where he's moving his rook. Well, I probably hadn't spoken up loudly enough. I helpfully let my tray clatter to the table as I pull up a seat. "Dr. Pepys, you do that…language business, don't you?"
"Good morning, Rodney," Colonel Sheppard drawls at me.
"Yes, hi," I say, digging into my bacon. Excellent. The perfect ratio of grease to meat today.
Teyla nods to me. I nod back, yes, hi.
I gesture for a response. "So, Pepys. Languages, right?"
Pepys finally looks up and adjusts his glasses. "You hired me as a linguistic anthropologist, yes."
"All right," I say around a mouthful of grapes--green, and only average, "so riddle me this. How twisted does a person have to be to hear the word 'sweetheart' and immediately leap to 'cannibalism'?"
"Huh," Pepys says. "Actually, yeah. That'd be a very reasonable conclusion to come to."
"Oh, please," I say. Seriously, what possessed me to hire this guy? I'm trying to come up with some redeeming qualities he might have displayed, but I don't really remember anything about the personnel selection process beyond being forced, under protest, to hire anthropologists at all.
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Ronon Dex
Category: Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay/Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay, Humor, Slash, Holiday, Alternate Universe
Warning: Explicit slash, suggestive humor
Author on LJ: http://linabean.livejournal.com/
Author's Website: none known
Link: Part I: http://linabean.livejournal.com/42307.html and Part II: http://linabean.livejournal.com/42636.html
Why This Must Be Read: I usually don't read non-canon slash but Funny Valentine, a Ronon/Rodney fic, completely won me over with how right the relationship feels. linabean makes the two seem like a perfect match for each other. The story's overall theme is quite appropriate too as Valentine's Day approaches (ominously for some).
In the story, Rodney and Ronon are in an established relationship but struggle with the help (and sometimes hindering) of John and Teyla among others to show their feelings for each other despite numerous miscommunications. The author's original approach to the romance between the two men of exploring just how Earth's (specifically the US and Canada) romantic traditions and cliches would appear to someone from another galaxy is hilarious and brilliant. If you think about it, yes, a human heart is not at all an attractive image. No wonder Ronon is confused. I love the cultural misunderstandings and how perfect the characterizations are but the highlight of this story is truly how funny it is, especially the snarkiness of Rodney's POV. I'm not sure which I loved waiting for more in the messhall interludes interspersed between Rodney and Ronon segments: what inappropriate word/name forgetful Rodney would next call the poor linguist engaged in a running chess battle with Sheppard or how oblivious he is to the subtle flirting game between Sheppard and Teyla throughout the story.
A snippet...
Ronon's getting the extra bowls of oatmeal, so I'm trying to balance my tray while I look for a good place to sit. Ah, there are Teyla and Colonel Sheppard, the latter of whom looks to be engrossed in a game of chess with…one of the scientists. His name'll come to me.
Oh, sure enough.
"Dr. Pepys," I call, striding up to the table. Pepys doesn't look up from where he's moving his rook. Well, I probably hadn't spoken up loudly enough. I helpfully let my tray clatter to the table as I pull up a seat. "Dr. Pepys, you do that…language business, don't you?"
"Good morning, Rodney," Colonel Sheppard drawls at me.
"Yes, hi," I say, digging into my bacon. Excellent. The perfect ratio of grease to meat today.
Teyla nods to me. I nod back, yes, hi.
I gesture for a response. "So, Pepys. Languages, right?"
Pepys finally looks up and adjusts his glasses. "You hired me as a linguistic anthropologist, yes."
"All right," I say around a mouthful of grapes--green, and only average, "so riddle me this. How twisted does a person have to be to hear the word 'sweetheart' and immediately leap to 'cannibalism'?"
"Huh," Pepys says. "Actually, yeah. That'd be a very reasonable conclusion to come to."
"Oh, please," I say. Seriously, what possessed me to hire this guy? I'm trying to come up with some redeeming qualities he might have displayed, but I don't really remember anything about the personnel selection process beyond being forced, under protest, to hire anthropologists at all.
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Date: 2009-02-09 02:49 am (UTC)