Wear A Rainbow by busaikko (PG)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight: John has suffered a traumatic brain injury.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
busaikko
Author's Website: http://busaikko.slashcity.org/
Link: Wear A Rainbow
Why This Must Be Read:
Rodney has issues. Everyone treats John as if he's 'the greatest thing ever' and they take care of the spoiled rotten ex-pilot all the time. It takes an argument and a near-death experience to break through to the real problems. The author has a light touch, but doesn't ignore the permanence and pathos of John's condition while delivering a sweet resolution.
Excerpt:
When Rodney arrived, he was given barely a day to recover from jet-lag before being flown to the outpost site. Cam Mitchell greeted him like an old friend, despite having personally destroyed tons of alien tech that Rodney would have given up coffee to study. Mitchell swept Rodney past Carter and into the chair room, which was full of whiteboards and computer workstations on wheeled carts. Jackson was busy whining at an irate-looking General O'Neill in one corner; Rodney hoped he got his budget cut.
Mitchell put a hand on Rodney's shoulder and said, "Hey, John," to the man hunched over the nearest computer. The man straightened and turned, and Rodney was struck by three things. John was wearing the same uniform as Mitchell; his very unmilitary hair jabbed up in cowlicks; and his unattractive glasses had both pretentious tinted lenses and thick black frames. He looked like a refugee from a Devo video. Rodney might have given him points for that if he'd looked like he had a sense of irony, but John just leaned a hip against the workstation and raised his eyebrows. Mitchell went through the introductions with the ease of someone raised from birth to good manners. Rodney found himself shaking John's outstretched hand automatically and getting on a first-name basis.
"Yeah, I met John when I was in the hospital," Mitchell said. John rolled his eyes, and Rodney suspected the story had been told so many times that it was worn smooth. "Sam gave me this Ancient dohickey and told me to test as many people as I could while I was getting back on my feet. The second John picked it up it glowed like crazy. So instead of flying a desk he's been playing with gateships and Jackson's magic chair."
John waved at the chair. "Want to see where we are in the universe?" he said, bouncing a little on his heels as if aware of and pleased by how annoying he was.
By the end of the afternoon Rodney had decided to hate John, mostly because Mitchell was buddies with him and Zelenka wanted him to turn things on and O'Neill talked golf with him and Carter touched John when she talked to him. Everyone acted as if John was special. Rodney wasn't falling for it.
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Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight: John has suffered a traumatic brain injury.
Author on LJ:
busaikkoAuthor's Website: http://busaikko.slashcity.org/
Link: Wear A Rainbow
Why This Must Be Read:
Rodney has issues. Everyone treats John as if he's 'the greatest thing ever' and they take care of the spoiled rotten ex-pilot all the time. It takes an argument and a near-death experience to break through to the real problems. The author has a light touch, but doesn't ignore the permanence and pathos of John's condition while delivering a sweet resolution.
Excerpt:
When Rodney arrived, he was given barely a day to recover from jet-lag before being flown to the outpost site. Cam Mitchell greeted him like an old friend, despite having personally destroyed tons of alien tech that Rodney would have given up coffee to study. Mitchell swept Rodney past Carter and into the chair room, which was full of whiteboards and computer workstations on wheeled carts. Jackson was busy whining at an irate-looking General O'Neill in one corner; Rodney hoped he got his budget cut.
Mitchell put a hand on Rodney's shoulder and said, "Hey, John," to the man hunched over the nearest computer. The man straightened and turned, and Rodney was struck by three things. John was wearing the same uniform as Mitchell; his very unmilitary hair jabbed up in cowlicks; and his unattractive glasses had both pretentious tinted lenses and thick black frames. He looked like a refugee from a Devo video. Rodney might have given him points for that if he'd looked like he had a sense of irony, but John just leaned a hip against the workstation and raised his eyebrows. Mitchell went through the introductions with the ease of someone raised from birth to good manners. Rodney found himself shaking John's outstretched hand automatically and getting on a first-name basis.
"Yeah, I met John when I was in the hospital," Mitchell said. John rolled his eyes, and Rodney suspected the story had been told so many times that it was worn smooth. "Sam gave me this Ancient dohickey and told me to test as many people as I could while I was getting back on my feet. The second John picked it up it glowed like crazy. So instead of flying a desk he's been playing with gateships and Jackson's magic chair."
John waved at the chair. "Want to see where we are in the universe?" he said, bouncing a little on his heels as if aware of and pleased by how annoying he was.
By the end of the afternoon Rodney had decided to hate John, mostly because Mitchell was buddies with him and Zelenka wanted him to turn things on and O'Neill talked golf with him and Carter touched John when she talked to him. Everyone acted as if John was special. Rodney wasn't falling for it.
...
