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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Episode-related
Characters:: Rod McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan
Pairing: None
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ediblewolfpeach
Author's Website:
Link: Space Cowboys
Why This Must Be Read:
Doctor John Sheppard is attempting a makeover it this Mensa AU, and the results are less than spectacular for him and his team (and giggle-worthy at times).
Excerpt:
John tugged at the hem of his t-shirt self-consciously. He was positive that it was the same size as his science shirts but it kept riding up. Were they supposed to do that? He tugged it down again and steeled himself, setting his shoulders--then letting them slump into a practiced slouch. He was cool, he told himself as he walked into the lab; he was cool and calm and smooth.
He came up beside Rod and stuck a hip out, letting his body tilt so the table would catch him. "Hey, McKay, you wan--"
Which is how he found himself on the floor with Rod yelling "oh my God, John!" He blinked, trying to focus. If he closed one eye, he was fine; everything was blurry through the other eye.
"John, John," Rod kept repeating. He was on the floor as well, running his fingers through John's hair (which was actually kind of nice). "Is this hair gel? I mean, can you hear me? John, I swear if you gave yourself a concussion..."
"No, no," John mumbled, closing the blurry eye. "I think I lost a contact lens."
"Yes, because that's what we worry about when you hit your head," Rod groused. "You're not bleeding, but let's get you to Carson anyway."
He sat back and his hands left John's hair (not nice at all), but then he was grabbing John's hands and tugging him to his feet.
"I'm fine, really," John tried to explain, still squinting with his one eye. "I need to find my contact lens."
"I'll look for it later," Rod promised, shifting his fingers from John's hand to his wrist and leading him out of the lab. "Where are your glasses?"
"In my room."
Rod nodded and tapped his radio. "Ronon, would you run by John's room and grab his glasses, please? We'll be in the infirmary." There was a pause. "Possible concussion."
"I do not have a concussion!" John protested, and then tried to lean across Rod to repeat it into the radio. "I do not have a concussion!"
Rod batted him away with his free hand. "Thank you, Ronon," he said, then turned the radio off.
...
Rec Category: Episode-related
Characters:: Rod McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan
Pairing: None
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:
ediblewolfpeachAuthor's Website:
Link: Space Cowboys
Why This Must Be Read:
Doctor John Sheppard is attempting a makeover it this Mensa AU, and the results are less than spectacular for him and his team (and giggle-worthy at times).
Excerpt:
John tugged at the hem of his t-shirt self-consciously. He was positive that it was the same size as his science shirts but it kept riding up. Were they supposed to do that? He tugged it down again and steeled himself, setting his shoulders--then letting them slump into a practiced slouch. He was cool, he told himself as he walked into the lab; he was cool and calm and smooth.
He came up beside Rod and stuck a hip out, letting his body tilt so the table would catch him. "Hey, McKay, you wan--"
Which is how he found himself on the floor with Rod yelling "oh my God, John!" He blinked, trying to focus. If he closed one eye, he was fine; everything was blurry through the other eye.
"John, John," Rod kept repeating. He was on the floor as well, running his fingers through John's hair (which was actually kind of nice). "Is this hair gel? I mean, can you hear me? John, I swear if you gave yourself a concussion..."
"No, no," John mumbled, closing the blurry eye. "I think I lost a contact lens."
"Yes, because that's what we worry about when you hit your head," Rod groused. "You're not bleeding, but let's get you to Carson anyway."
He sat back and his hands left John's hair (not nice at all), but then he was grabbing John's hands and tugging him to his feet.
"I'm fine, really," John tried to explain, still squinting with his one eye. "I need to find my contact lens."
"I'll look for it later," Rod promised, shifting his fingers from John's hand to his wrist and leading him out of the lab. "Where are your glasses?"
"In my room."
Rod nodded and tapped his radio. "Ronon, would you run by John's room and grab his glasses, please? We'll be in the infirmary." There was a pause. "Possible concussion."
"I do not have a concussion!" John protested, and then tried to lean across Rod to repeat it into the radio. "I do not have a concussion!"
Rod batted him away with his free hand. "Thank you, Ronon," he said, then turned the radio off.
...
