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stargateficrecRec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Category: DADT, Established Relationship, Humor
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teh_helenables
Author's Website:
Link: I Hope This Song Will Guide You Home
Why This Must Be Read:
A third-party weighs in on her boys, 'Doc and the Colonel' and how she takes care of them and the rest of Atlantis as the queen bee of the kitchen. Cookie Green is a wonderful character ready to share her views on life, DADT, and which song everyone will be singing in the mess whenever the Daedalus is in port. A feel-good fic filled with loyalty, love, and sweet humor.
Excerpt:
“T'is i' ama'ing,” Novak says, very un-daintily consuming a large mouthful of almost-apples. Privately, Cookie thinks it could've used some honey, but beggars, choosers, whatever.
“Thank you, sweetie,” she says, thinking how her mama would've slapped her if she caught Cookie eating like that. “Now swallow before you choke on something.”
Novak swallows, but cancels it out by taking a huge forkful of practically-potatoes. Caldwell, who usually sits with Sam and Sheppard (if either man can stand it) on the first night of docking, watches Novak with morbid fascination. Unfortunately for him, Sam hasn't arrived yet, and the Colonel is busy prying Doc McKay from whatever Ancient gizmo he's found.
Novak may be a sight to behold, but after watching Garth and Moganson's bean-eating contest last month, not much fazes Cookie anymore. (In the end, poor Jen Keller suffered the worst of the contest. It's not like she stocked a lot of Beano for her trip to Pegasus, so two patients with serious cases of gas? Horrific.)
“Hope you're enjoying your supper, sir,” she says, mercifully diverting Caldwell's attention from Novak. “That's the last of the butter you see there. Speakin' of which―''
“Everything you ordered is on board,” he cuts in, “But I've been meaning to discuss the two pounds of cupcake supplies.”
“They're vital,” she stresses, just as the Colonel and Doc McKay bustle through the door, Sheppard's hand on the Doc's back, propelling him forward. “Sweets do wonders for morale. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some boys to feed. And that had better be gone when I get back,” she threatens, gesturing again towards the uneaten dinner. “You think I make almost-apples any old day?”, because if he did, then he has another thing coming.
Doc meets her eyes as she approaches the food bar. He hates when she makes them wait.
“Do you think it's possible to get some service around here?” he snaps, but Cookie simply ignores him and heads to the other side of the bar. If he was so hungry, why didn't he come down when supper actually started?
“I wager so, but it serves you right,” she sasses back, even as she reaches for two trays and begins placing their portions on plates. “If you came down with everyone else, we wouldn't have to go through this all the time.”
“Yes, well, excuse my busy schedule. I'm kind of preoccupied saving your collective hides,” Doc sniffs, but his obvious interest in the mashed almost-apples makes him all bark and no bite.
“I think this is the part where you graciously thank her for cooking, Rodney,” the Colonel suggests, softly jabbing his elbow into the Doc's side. Cookie listens (but doesn't concentrate) on the small argument that follows, because she's heard a hundred variations of this theme, and there's nothing new about Sheppard and McKay arguing-but-not-really with each other. Cookie suspects it's their default setting, and anyway, their back-and-forth never ceases being sweet.
“Here you boys are,” she says, interrupting what's sure to be a Doc McKay Snark Special. “Now go on before I get the mind to send you packing.”
Sheppard frowns in the way that gets his entire face involved: lips, hair, eyebrows. “Are you allowed to say that to your CO?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, just making sure.”
She finds it funny, even more funny as the Doc plops down by Novak (Sheppard doing the same, of course, because Cookie's pretty sure it's always been that way); the two scientists begin to see who can talk shop and eat at the same time. Caldwell and Sheppard are forced to turn away, which makes them realize they only have each other to converse with. A minute later, Caldwell breaks, asking some mundane question about Atlantis, and Cookie feels proud. It takes an amazing meal to make people talk.
...
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Category: DADT, Established Relationship, Humor
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:
teh_helenablesAuthor's Website:
Link: I Hope This Song Will Guide You Home
Why This Must Be Read:
A third-party weighs in on her boys, 'Doc and the Colonel' and how she takes care of them and the rest of Atlantis as the queen bee of the kitchen. Cookie Green is a wonderful character ready to share her views on life, DADT, and which song everyone will be singing in the mess whenever the Daedalus is in port. A feel-good fic filled with loyalty, love, and sweet humor.
Excerpt:
“T'is i' ama'ing,” Novak says, very un-daintily consuming a large mouthful of almost-apples. Privately, Cookie thinks it could've used some honey, but beggars, choosers, whatever.
“Thank you, sweetie,” she says, thinking how her mama would've slapped her if she caught Cookie eating like that. “Now swallow before you choke on something.”
Novak swallows, but cancels it out by taking a huge forkful of practically-potatoes. Caldwell, who usually sits with Sam and Sheppard (if either man can stand it) on the first night of docking, watches Novak with morbid fascination. Unfortunately for him, Sam hasn't arrived yet, and the Colonel is busy prying Doc McKay from whatever Ancient gizmo he's found.
Novak may be a sight to behold, but after watching Garth and Moganson's bean-eating contest last month, not much fazes Cookie anymore. (In the end, poor Jen Keller suffered the worst of the contest. It's not like she stocked a lot of Beano for her trip to Pegasus, so two patients with serious cases of gas? Horrific.)
“Hope you're enjoying your supper, sir,” she says, mercifully diverting Caldwell's attention from Novak. “That's the last of the butter you see there. Speakin' of which―''
“Everything you ordered is on board,” he cuts in, “But I've been meaning to discuss the two pounds of cupcake supplies.”
“They're vital,” she stresses, just as the Colonel and Doc McKay bustle through the door, Sheppard's hand on the Doc's back, propelling him forward. “Sweets do wonders for morale. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some boys to feed. And that had better be gone when I get back,” she threatens, gesturing again towards the uneaten dinner. “You think I make almost-apples any old day?”, because if he did, then he has another thing coming.
Doc meets her eyes as she approaches the food bar. He hates when she makes them wait.
“Do you think it's possible to get some service around here?” he snaps, but Cookie simply ignores him and heads to the other side of the bar. If he was so hungry, why didn't he come down when supper actually started?
“I wager so, but it serves you right,” she sasses back, even as she reaches for two trays and begins placing their portions on plates. “If you came down with everyone else, we wouldn't have to go through this all the time.”
“Yes, well, excuse my busy schedule. I'm kind of preoccupied saving your collective hides,” Doc sniffs, but his obvious interest in the mashed almost-apples makes him all bark and no bite.
“I think this is the part where you graciously thank her for cooking, Rodney,” the Colonel suggests, softly jabbing his elbow into the Doc's side. Cookie listens (but doesn't concentrate) on the small argument that follows, because she's heard a hundred variations of this theme, and there's nothing new about Sheppard and McKay arguing-but-not-really with each other. Cookie suspects it's their default setting, and anyway, their back-and-forth never ceases being sweet.
“Here you boys are,” she says, interrupting what's sure to be a Doc McKay Snark Special. “Now go on before I get the mind to send you packing.”
Sheppard frowns in the way that gets his entire face involved: lips, hair, eyebrows. “Are you allowed to say that to your CO?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, just making sure.”
She finds it funny, even more funny as the Doc plops down by Novak (Sheppard doing the same, of course, because Cookie's pretty sure it's always been that way); the two scientists begin to see who can talk shop and eat at the same time. Caldwell and Sheppard are forced to turn away, which makes them realize they only have each other to converse with. A minute later, Caldwell breaks, asking some mundane question about Atlantis, and Cookie feels proud. It takes an amazing meal to make people talk.
...
