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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gottalovev
Author's Website:
Link: A Question of Quantum Physics, Molecular Attraction and Timing
Why This Must Be Read:
A McShep Match Team Work entry, this is a fun AU where Rodney ends up playing a guessing game with his hot new neighbor, along with the reader. Some of Rodney's guesses are quite amusing and the two men grow closer every day until the exciting final reveal.
Excerpt:
The travel mug almost falls to the ground as Rodney locks his door, arms full with his jacket, briefcase and computer bag. God, he hates those meetings with clients who want to micromanage so much, and now to top it off, he's late. He's juggling with the keys again at the car when the garage door at Katie's... well at the new neighbour's place opens. Slowly, the door lifts to show ridiculous flip flops, then hairy legs, and Rodney finds him himself fixated on the reveal. After the movers came and went four days ago, Rodney had not seen any sign that someone actually lived there. Atrocious flowery board shorts give way to a quite nice torso in a tight black t-shirt, but the real surprise comes when the guy is totally hot: regular features that could get qualified as 'pretty', lovely mouth and black hair sticking up this way and that. It's possible that Rodney continues staring. Upon meeting his eyes, the neighbour smiles, a bit tightly. Maybe he's shy or something, or doesn't quite appreciate being stared at. Annoyed at himself, Rodney puts his attention back on his task, which is pushing the tiny button that will unlock his door as he addresses his hot neighbour.
"So there is someone living in that house," Rodney says. "Shame, really. I liked the quiet."
Rodney never claimed that he was civil or a good neighbour. Hot Stranger better get used to it. There's a snorted laugh and when Rodney glances at the guy, he's now smiling for real. This makes him go from handsome and hot to drop-dead-gorgeous and hot.
"Sucks to be you," he drawls, obviously amused.
"Apparently," Rodney agrees and yelps as he almost drops his coffee again, although he manages to plaster himself against the car so it's perilously held in place between his thigh and the door. Rodney's pretty sure that he won't be able to juggle his stuff and retrieve the coffee when Hot Neighbour saves the day, suddenly there to help grab the mug.
With a sigh of utter relief, Rodney finally manages the door and puts his stuff on the backseat; he's not even straightened up again before he grabs the mug back, slides the lid open and takes a heavenly gulp. Reassured that there is still quality caffeine in his immediate future, only then does Rodney looks at his saviour.
"Oh, god, thank you," he says fervently, taking another sip. "I'm pretty sure that there's no way I could survive this day if I had lost this."
"You're welcome." Stranger says. "Big meeting?"
"Yes, I need to convince Boeing that their billion dollars is exactly where it needs to be, in my business," Rodney says, unable to resist bragging a little. It earns him raised eyebrows.
"Well good luck with that, then," he says. "And what business would that be?"
"Pegasus Unlimited, aerospace design and development," Rodney says proudly. "Dr Rodney McKay, co-founder," he adds. They made the top 30 of the most promising companies in Businessweek last year. He offers his hand.
"John Sheppard," he says, shaking firmly with a smile, although there is something half wary and expectant in his expression right now. Not everyone can have his own business; it's normal that Sheppard is a bit impressed. Rodney lets his hand go and gestures to the car.
"Nice to meet you, and thanks for the save again. I really need to go."
It's as if Sheppard is surprised at that, but he covers it with a smile
"Okay, cool. I guess I'll see you around."
"Well, you do live next door, you know," Rodney says with an eye roll. "I'd say the chances are high."
"Good luck with the meeting," Sheppard says as Rodney slides in his car.
"Please. I am doing THEM a favour, they ought to see that," Rodney says, before slamming the door. The clock in the dash unhelpfully tells him he's going to be late when he starts the car, so Rodney puts the thing in reverse and goes. Sheppard is watching him leave and later, once he's on the freeway, Rodney realizes he didn't ask what Hot Stranger—he really should start calling him John in his head, or he'll end up embarrassing himself - was doing for a living. Oh well. He'll find out soon enough, he guesses.
...
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:
gottalovevAuthor's Website:
Link: A Question of Quantum Physics, Molecular Attraction and Timing
Why This Must Be Read:
A McShep Match Team Work entry, this is a fun AU where Rodney ends up playing a guessing game with his hot new neighbor, along with the reader. Some of Rodney's guesses are quite amusing and the two men grow closer every day until the exciting final reveal.
Excerpt:
The travel mug almost falls to the ground as Rodney locks his door, arms full with his jacket, briefcase and computer bag. God, he hates those meetings with clients who want to micromanage so much, and now to top it off, he's late. He's juggling with the keys again at the car when the garage door at Katie's... well at the new neighbour's place opens. Slowly, the door lifts to show ridiculous flip flops, then hairy legs, and Rodney finds him himself fixated on the reveal. After the movers came and went four days ago, Rodney had not seen any sign that someone actually lived there. Atrocious flowery board shorts give way to a quite nice torso in a tight black t-shirt, but the real surprise comes when the guy is totally hot: regular features that could get qualified as 'pretty', lovely mouth and black hair sticking up this way and that. It's possible that Rodney continues staring. Upon meeting his eyes, the neighbour smiles, a bit tightly. Maybe he's shy or something, or doesn't quite appreciate being stared at. Annoyed at himself, Rodney puts his attention back on his task, which is pushing the tiny button that will unlock his door as he addresses his hot neighbour.
"So there is someone living in that house," Rodney says. "Shame, really. I liked the quiet."
Rodney never claimed that he was civil or a good neighbour. Hot Stranger better get used to it. There's a snorted laugh and when Rodney glances at the guy, he's now smiling for real. This makes him go from handsome and hot to drop-dead-gorgeous and hot.
"Sucks to be you," he drawls, obviously amused.
"Apparently," Rodney agrees and yelps as he almost drops his coffee again, although he manages to plaster himself against the car so it's perilously held in place between his thigh and the door. Rodney's pretty sure that he won't be able to juggle his stuff and retrieve the coffee when Hot Neighbour saves the day, suddenly there to help grab the mug.
With a sigh of utter relief, Rodney finally manages the door and puts his stuff on the backseat; he's not even straightened up again before he grabs the mug back, slides the lid open and takes a heavenly gulp. Reassured that there is still quality caffeine in his immediate future, only then does Rodney looks at his saviour.
"Oh, god, thank you," he says fervently, taking another sip. "I'm pretty sure that there's no way I could survive this day if I had lost this."
"You're welcome." Stranger says. "Big meeting?"
"Yes, I need to convince Boeing that their billion dollars is exactly where it needs to be, in my business," Rodney says, unable to resist bragging a little. It earns him raised eyebrows.
"Well good luck with that, then," he says. "And what business would that be?"
"Pegasus Unlimited, aerospace design and development," Rodney says proudly. "Dr Rodney McKay, co-founder," he adds. They made the top 30 of the most promising companies in Businessweek last year. He offers his hand.
"John Sheppard," he says, shaking firmly with a smile, although there is something half wary and expectant in his expression right now. Not everyone can have his own business; it's normal that Sheppard is a bit impressed. Rodney lets his hand go and gestures to the car.
"Nice to meet you, and thanks for the save again. I really need to go."
It's as if Sheppard is surprised at that, but he covers it with a smile
"Okay, cool. I guess I'll see you around."
"Well, you do live next door, you know," Rodney says with an eye roll. "I'd say the chances are high."
"Good luck with the meeting," Sheppard says as Rodney slides in his car.
"Please. I am doing THEM a favour, they ought to see that," Rodney says, before slamming the door. The clock in the dash unhelpfully tells him he's going to be late when he starts the car, so Rodney puts the thing in reverse and goes. Sheppard is watching him leave and later, once he's on the freeway, Rodney realizes he didn't ask what Hot Stranger—he really should start calling him John in his head, or he'll end up embarrassing himself - was doing for a living. Oh well. He'll find out soon enough, he guesses.
...
