stargateficrec | Ashtaroth by Orithain and Rina (NC-17)

Show: SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters:: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight: None
Author on LJ:

orithainandrina Orithain & Rina
Author's Website: Infinitum
Link: Ashtaroth

Why This Must Be Read:

This is the first of a series of six stories where the real John Sheppard is not exactly the hero you think. In fact, he is not even human he is a demon. But once his eye lands on you then watch out. His eye landed on Rodney McKay.

Excerpt:

Lt. Col. John Sheppard, USAF, closed down the page from the online encyclopedia Wikipedia that someone had downloaded in its entirety to the Atlantis expedition's computer system and snickered. "If they only knew," he murmured, keeping his voice low even though he was alone in his quarters where no one could overhear him. "August indeed." He shook his head in bemusement, but what could one expect from sixteenth century anything? They were all a little crazy in those days. He much preferred the twenty-first century; he didn't even have to sprout his own wings to fly.

But reading the idiotic description of himself--Goddess indeed! Did he look like a woman?--only amused John for a short time. It was Halloween morning, or it would have been if they'd still been on Earth, and he was bored, bored, bored. And there was only one cure for that, at least one that didn't involve stealing a jumper and listening to Elizabeth yell at him again or letting anyone see him as he truly was.

Moments later John dropped into a seat at an almost empty table in the messhall and grinned at the only other person sitting there. "McKay."

Rodney looked up from his coffee and datapad, his expression mildly surprised. "Colonel? Was there some meeting that I was unaware of?"

"Nope, just looking for some friendly company over breakfast," John replied easily. "Or at least amusing. And that's you."

"Hrmmm, what I always wanted out of life: to be the entertainment for the military."

John's eyebrow shot up, and he nearly choked on his coffee.

Rodney frowned and eyes John suspiciously. "Is there something wrong, Colonel?"

"Not at all," John replied when he could breathe again. "But you really should try thinking before you speak sometimes, Rodney. Do you know how that sounded?"

"How what sounded?" Rodney drank some more coffee, eyeing John oddly. "Honestly, Colonel, you're beginning to worry me."

"And that's why you're the genius," John replied serenely, knowing he was starting to freak the scientist out and enjoying it. "Maybe I'm tired of pretending to be a nice guy, and you should worry about me."

"Pardon me? Maybe you should go see Carson, John, because I'm beginning to worry that you ingested some strange substance that's affecting your mind."

"Nope, no strange substances. I've just decided that for today, for Halloween, I'm going to get to be myself for a change." John gave him a very toothy smile.

"And how is this a change?" Rodney asked, sitting up in his chair, at the same time subconsciously leaning away from John.

"The real me. No more Col. Nice-Guy." Noticing Rodney's retreat, John leaned closer, crowding him. "In fact, today you can call me Ash."
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