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Entry tags:
Never Quite What You Expect by propinquitine + Never Quite What It Looks Like (The Virtual Remix)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay
Categories: Angst, Humor, First Time, Aliens Made Them Do It, Hurt/Comfort, Slash
Warnings: None
Authors on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
propinquitine + crysothemis
Links:
Never Quite What You Expect by propinquitine
Never Quite What It Looks Like (The Virtual Remix) by crysothemis
Why This Must Be Read:
Two recs for the price of one! Both the original and the remix play with tropes as they explore the myriad ways John and Rodney might have finally gotten together...but didn't. Thankfully for my favorite pair, they manage to fumble their way to a happy ending anyway.
It didn't go like this:
John felt Rodney slump against him, both of them slow and heavy-limbed with sweet i'eth wine. He tore his gaze from the dancers spinning wildly around the fire and looked at Rodney, who smiled up at him, eyes glassy. Tipsy from the wine, blood pounding in his ears as he wondered if he were really doing this, John smiled back, and then ducked his head to place a swift, sweet kiss against Rodney's lips.
"Ugh, this stuff is worse than treacle," Rodney said, pulling a face at the taste of the i'eth wine.
"And yet you are well on your way to finishing your second glass," Teyla pointed out.
John snorted. It was probably more like three, by now -- John was on 5S duty ("Seriously, someone should stay sober," Elizabeth had decided, years ago), and Rodney had snagged John's mostly full cup when his own refill hadn't been immediately forthcoming.
"Too bad you can't have the chulluk," Ronon said, waving a glazed leg of the bird at Rodney. " 'S good. Tangy," he said with a grin.
"Yes, as is the bread," Rodney grumbled, taking another sip of wine. "And those mashed root things, and that ridiculous custard."
"And by 'ridiculous', you mean 'delicious', right?" John asked, taking a bite of the dessert in question. It was kind of like flan, dripping with a syrupy caramel-colored sauce, but it had a distinctly orange-y flavor. Rodney glared at him. "Buck up, McKay, we'll be back by late-shift dinner, you're not gonna starve. Just watch the spinny dancing."
"They are going awfully fast, aren't they?" Rodney rested his chin in his hand. "That can't be healthy." He reached out, groping for his wine glass without looking away, and almost knocked it over into Teyla's dish.
She caught it, just in time, and pushed it into Rodney's fumbling hand while doing that thing with her eyebrows that meant she was rolling her eyes on the inside. "Councilors Arndt and Theben went out of their way to make us feel welcome at this festival. We might refrain from breaking their dinnerware, in thanks."
"Yeah, party-crashing's probably not the best way to go around building alliances," John said. Not like anyone would really notice them, sitting at their little table wedged in at the periphery of pavilion. John was reminded of the kids' table at his Nan's house, the few holidays they'd had with her. "This Tith Hana'h is a pretty big deal for them, huh?"
Teyla nodded. "Coming once every four cycles, yes. We traded with the Anovi only infrequently when I was young. I did not get into the habit of marking their calendar."
"We should keep track of all this stuff," Ronon said. "Make a database or something. Sensors can only tell us what season it is."
"But not that it's a national holiday," John said.
Ronon nodded. "Besides," he said, past a mouthful of chulluk, "this is kind of . . . "
"Embarrassing?" John asked. There was a loud slurp from his left, and the three of them turned to see that Rodney had discovered the perfect way to prop his cup so that he could drink from it without moving his head from his hands.
"All right," John said, pushing to his feet. "C'mon, let's get going. I'll go make our goodbyes to the Councilors." He nodded to the few state leaders who hadn't joined in the dancing yet. "And you can get a head start on staggering back to the gate," he said, clapping Rodney on the back.
Rodney swayed, still staring at the dancers. "So much spinning," he said. He closed his eyes for a minute, pressing his palms flat on the wooden table. "Too much spinning."
Then he pitched sideways in his seat and threw up on John's boots.
Teyla took over thank-you duty ("There is nothing in the story of Tith Hana'h about vomit being a propitious omen," she noted solemnly), so John was left to stagger back to the gate with Rodney's arm slung over his shoulder. Ronon was on Rodney's other side, too busy laughing his ass off to help.
"John?" Rodney asked. He let his head loll onto his shoulder, and John could feel some of Rodney's hair tickling at his own neck. "You know what? This is -- this is just so great, this team stuff, and with you, and I really--"
John brought his free hand up to Rodney's cheek and gently pushed his head over to the other shoulder. "That's nice, buddy, but how 'bout you breathe downwind?"
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay
Categories: Angst, Humor, First Time, Aliens Made Them Do It, Hurt/Comfort, Slash
Warnings: None
Authors on LJ:
propinquitine + crysothemisLinks:
Never Quite What You Expect by propinquitine
Never Quite What It Looks Like (The Virtual Remix) by crysothemis
Why This Must Be Read:
Two recs for the price of one! Both the original and the remix play with tropes as they explore the myriad ways John and Rodney might have finally gotten together...but didn't. Thankfully for my favorite pair, they manage to fumble their way to a happy ending anyway.
It didn't go like this:
John felt Rodney slump against him, both of them slow and heavy-limbed with sweet i'eth wine. He tore his gaze from the dancers spinning wildly around the fire and looked at Rodney, who smiled up at him, eyes glassy. Tipsy from the wine, blood pounding in his ears as he wondered if he were really doing this, John smiled back, and then ducked his head to place a swift, sweet kiss against Rodney's lips.
"Ugh, this stuff is worse than treacle," Rodney said, pulling a face at the taste of the i'eth wine.
"And yet you are well on your way to finishing your second glass," Teyla pointed out.
John snorted. It was probably more like three, by now -- John was on 5S duty ("Seriously, someone should stay sober," Elizabeth had decided, years ago), and Rodney had snagged John's mostly full cup when his own refill hadn't been immediately forthcoming.
"Too bad you can't have the chulluk," Ronon said, waving a glazed leg of the bird at Rodney. " 'S good. Tangy," he said with a grin.
"Yes, as is the bread," Rodney grumbled, taking another sip of wine. "And those mashed root things, and that ridiculous custard."
"And by 'ridiculous', you mean 'delicious', right?" John asked, taking a bite of the dessert in question. It was kind of like flan, dripping with a syrupy caramel-colored sauce, but it had a distinctly orange-y flavor. Rodney glared at him. "Buck up, McKay, we'll be back by late-shift dinner, you're not gonna starve. Just watch the spinny dancing."
"They are going awfully fast, aren't they?" Rodney rested his chin in his hand. "That can't be healthy." He reached out, groping for his wine glass without looking away, and almost knocked it over into Teyla's dish.
She caught it, just in time, and pushed it into Rodney's fumbling hand while doing that thing with her eyebrows that meant she was rolling her eyes on the inside. "Councilors Arndt and Theben went out of their way to make us feel welcome at this festival. We might refrain from breaking their dinnerware, in thanks."
"Yeah, party-crashing's probably not the best way to go around building alliances," John said. Not like anyone would really notice them, sitting at their little table wedged in at the periphery of pavilion. John was reminded of the kids' table at his Nan's house, the few holidays they'd had with her. "This Tith Hana'h is a pretty big deal for them, huh?"
Teyla nodded. "Coming once every four cycles, yes. We traded with the Anovi only infrequently when I was young. I did not get into the habit of marking their calendar."
"We should keep track of all this stuff," Ronon said. "Make a database or something. Sensors can only tell us what season it is."
"But not that it's a national holiday," John said.
Ronon nodded. "Besides," he said, past a mouthful of chulluk, "this is kind of . . . "
"Embarrassing?" John asked. There was a loud slurp from his left, and the three of them turned to see that Rodney had discovered the perfect way to prop his cup so that he could drink from it without moving his head from his hands.
"All right," John said, pushing to his feet. "C'mon, let's get going. I'll go make our goodbyes to the Councilors." He nodded to the few state leaders who hadn't joined in the dancing yet. "And you can get a head start on staggering back to the gate," he said, clapping Rodney on the back.
Rodney swayed, still staring at the dancers. "So much spinning," he said. He closed his eyes for a minute, pressing his palms flat on the wooden table. "Too much spinning."
Then he pitched sideways in his seat and threw up on John's boots.
Teyla took over thank-you duty ("There is nothing in the story of Tith Hana'h about vomit being a propitious omen," she noted solemnly), so John was left to stagger back to the gate with Rodney's arm slung over his shoulder. Ronon was on Rodney's other side, too busy laughing his ass off to help.
"John?" Rodney asked. He let his head loll onto his shoulder, and John could feel some of Rodney's hair tickling at his own neck. "You know what? This is -- this is just so great, this team stuff, and with you, and I really--"
John brought his free hand up to Rodney's cheek and gently pushed his head over to the other shoulder. "That's nice, buddy, but how 'bout you breathe downwind?"
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