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stargateficrecRec Category: McKay/Sheppard/Beckett
Pairing: McKay/Beckett, McKay/Sheppard/Beckett, past McKay/Sheppard & Sheppard/Beckett
Category: h/c, earth based, AU, angst
Warning: slash, non-con, violence/torture
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zaganthi and perryvic
Author's Website: caffiends.net
Link: Life Without
Why This Must Be Read: I can't think of a reason why this shouldn't be read, especially for anyone who is interested in this threesome and/or interested in Carson/Rodney. This is the fic that made me love McBeck, that made me love M/S/B and that made me love these authors. It is an EPIC read so perfect if you need something to keep you company over the holiday season. Though this fic has many excellent features, detailed flashbacks (see warnings re. violence/torture), drama, h/c, and more, what really gets me about this one is the characterization of Carson, Rodney and, later, John. They are written well IC and you can't help but love them, separately and together, feeling every moment right along with them.
As epic as this fic is, there isn't really a good quote to sum up all of the excellent moments you'll read, but here's a brief snippet in which
"I can tell this is going to be a fun visit," Carson said as he tried to follow the directions and concentrate on what they were going to do at the same time. "You haven't forgotten that you are here to ask a favor, have you Rodney? And it's a pretty big favor to be asking, even of your sister."
He just hoped she would say yes. It might buy them enough time.
Time for... all sorts of options that might or might not pop up. Options that Rodney might not even want. He finished his donut, and sank back into the seat with a downward twist of his expressive mouth and a quiet snap of the map. "I know. I just -- I have no idea how to even bring it up. I haven't seen her since well before we went to Atlantis. My niece was just..." He made a downwards motion with his hand, knee level.
"She'll probably be a delightful teenager, now, from what you've said, Rodney," Carson replied, even as he noted the transformation of the neighborhood they were driving through into something more affluent. Yuppies. Rodney was right, as usual. Melodramatic, but right. He found himself smiling slightly to himself, and just as quickly the pang of fear that followed anything resembling positive thought.
It had been trained into him, he supposed. Nothing that was good ever stayed that way for long, or didn't have a bad backlash attached to the end of their statement. "She'll be intelligent. Delightful... I wouldn't bet on. Well, maybe. Jeannie would have passed for 'delightful' when she was a teenager."
"I don't remember you ever describing her as that when we talked," Carson replied as he looked at the picture perfect neighborhood managing to look idyllic even in the pale wintry sunshine of a December afternoon. No doubt there were tasteful Christmas lights that would come on in the evening and it was a far cry from the rather bleak weather Scotland had to offer in the depths of winter. "In fact, I seem to remember quite a few other words coming up those nights."
The edge of Rodney's mouth came up, and Carson kept his eyes on the road mostly, but he could tell that Rodney was probably looking at him, the map, and the road in equal shares. "I still dislike the decisions she made. More than dislike -- she threw away just... everything. And do we have to talk about this right now? I'm still trying to work out what to say. I can't just walk up there and say, 'Hi, Jeannie -- it's me, Rodney. I'm back on Earth now, and I've got cancer. Oh, you bought a dog'.”
It said a lot that Carson was so inured to this typical Rodney behavior he no longer had those moments of disorientation that most people experienced when they tried to process the fact that, yes, he had actually said that. Either that or it happened so quickly it didn't show any more. The only other person he knew who'd ever done that was John and John...
Well, John had been special in a lot of ways.
Pairing: McKay/Beckett, McKay/Sheppard/Beckett, past McKay/Sheppard & Sheppard/Beckett
Category: h/c, earth based, AU, angst
Warning: slash, non-con, violence/torture
Author on LJ:
zaganthi and perryvicAuthor's Website: caffiends.net
Link: Life Without
Why This Must Be Read: I can't think of a reason why this shouldn't be read, especially for anyone who is interested in this threesome and/or interested in Carson/Rodney. This is the fic that made me love McBeck, that made me love M/S/B and that made me love these authors. It is an EPIC read so perfect if you need something to keep you company over the holiday season. Though this fic has many excellent features, detailed flashbacks (see warnings re. violence/torture), drama, h/c, and more, what really gets me about this one is the characterization of Carson, Rodney and, later, John. They are written well IC and you can't help but love them, separately and together, feeling every moment right along with them.
As epic as this fic is, there isn't really a good quote to sum up all of the excellent moments you'll read, but here's a brief snippet in which
"I can tell this is going to be a fun visit," Carson said as he tried to follow the directions and concentrate on what they were going to do at the same time. "You haven't forgotten that you are here to ask a favor, have you Rodney? And it's a pretty big favor to be asking, even of your sister."
He just hoped she would say yes. It might buy them enough time.
Time for... all sorts of options that might or might not pop up. Options that Rodney might not even want. He finished his donut, and sank back into the seat with a downward twist of his expressive mouth and a quiet snap of the map. "I know. I just -- I have no idea how to even bring it up. I haven't seen her since well before we went to Atlantis. My niece was just..." He made a downwards motion with his hand, knee level.
"She'll probably be a delightful teenager, now, from what you've said, Rodney," Carson replied, even as he noted the transformation of the neighborhood they were driving through into something more affluent. Yuppies. Rodney was right, as usual. Melodramatic, but right. He found himself smiling slightly to himself, and just as quickly the pang of fear that followed anything resembling positive thought.
It had been trained into him, he supposed. Nothing that was good ever stayed that way for long, or didn't have a bad backlash attached to the end of their statement. "She'll be intelligent. Delightful... I wouldn't bet on. Well, maybe. Jeannie would have passed for 'delightful' when she was a teenager."
"I don't remember you ever describing her as that when we talked," Carson replied as he looked at the picture perfect neighborhood managing to look idyllic even in the pale wintry sunshine of a December afternoon. No doubt there were tasteful Christmas lights that would come on in the evening and it was a far cry from the rather bleak weather Scotland had to offer in the depths of winter. "In fact, I seem to remember quite a few other words coming up those nights."
The edge of Rodney's mouth came up, and Carson kept his eyes on the road mostly, but he could tell that Rodney was probably looking at him, the map, and the road in equal shares. "I still dislike the decisions she made. More than dislike -- she threw away just... everything. And do we have to talk about this right now? I'm still trying to work out what to say. I can't just walk up there and say, 'Hi, Jeannie -- it's me, Rodney. I'm back on Earth now, and I've got cancer. Oh, you bought a dog'.”
It said a lot that Carson was so inured to this typical Rodney behavior he no longer had those moments of disorientation that most people experienced when they tried to process the fact that, yes, he had actually said that. Either that or it happened so quickly it didn't show any more. The only other person he knew who'd ever done that was John and John...
Well, John had been special in a lot of ways.
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