Scenes from an Unseen Life by Delilah (R)

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Show: Stargate: Atlantis Rec
Category: AU
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Warning: Slash, Disability
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author's Website:  Delilah on Wraithbait, Delilah on Area 52
Link: Scenes from an Unseen Life
Why This Must Be Read: Every single characterization in this AU is spot on but her Rodney? Oh, her Rodney is utterly fantastic. There are so many little moments in this fic that stand out. She has truly captured Rodney's voice and the interaction between the characters in this story is so real, you will be able to hear and see everything in your mind while reading.

Not knowing which way to glare made it less effective, but Rodney managed to put a reasonable depth of sarcasm into, "I see that look, Colonel."

Of course that carried little weight even when he could see, but he could hear uncomfortable shifting, probably not actually from Sheppard's direction, but enough movement to give his ego a small boost that he still had ways of making the recalcitrant squirm.

Just, perhaps not a certain colonel.

"Rodney," John began, exasperation twinged in the tone.

Rodney fixed on the direction, facing a little to his left. "Do I have to get the ADA in here?"

He could hear John shift, leaning back in the chair, probably crossing his damn hands behind his neck in that alpha-male grunt thing he did, baring his belly to attack to prove no one would dare. "I don't think that's enforceable in the Pegasus galaxy."

Rodney waved a hand. "Not the American Disabilities Act, you idiot. The Atlantean Disabilities Association."

"You formed an association?" clarified John. "What is it, an association of one?"

"Seven, actually," Rodney retorted, fingers of his right hand flicking in an emphatic count. "Gordon has diabetes. Unbeguan-"

"Gentlemen," Elizabeth tried again.

"Going," repeated Rodney. If you sounded like that's all there was to it, often it was true.

"Colonel," asked Weir, trying formality as nothing else had worked, "do you have a good reason you feel Dr. McKay shouldn't assist-"

"Apart from the obvious?"

"Which is?" sneered Rodney.

"Obvious," John finished.

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In the end, of course, he won.

And John pouted, which was on his list of things he really regretted he could no longer see. Because John Sheppard, Lieutenant Colonel, with his lips pursed out and shoulders slightly slumped was the exact incarnation of the best five-year-old's pout he had ever witnessed.

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