Head of the Class by pir8fancier [R]
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Jennifer Keller, Elizabeth Weir, Radek Zelenka, Acastus Kolya, Peter Kavanagh, Carson Beckett
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard Rodney McKay/Jennifer Keller Elizabeth Weir/ Radek Zelenka
Categories: Alternate Universe, Humour, pre-slash
Warnings: Adult themes Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pir8fancier
Author's Website: pir8fancier's ship
Link: Head Of The Class
Why This Must Be Read: The summary says AU featuring Rodney McKay as a U.C. Berkeley physics professor who absolutely cannot stand the new faculty hire, John Sheppard. Although not intentional, this ended up being very "You’ve Got Mail"-ish.
Rodney has been wrangled by Elizabeth into appearing on the Interdisciplinary Faculty Feud contest team which incidentally also has the new faculty member John SHeppard whom everyone likes except Rodney. In the meantime he has also joined an online RPG game in the role of Chief Science Officer Dr David Hewlett set in the city of Atlantis alongside Major Joseph Flanigan, USAF the CMO with whom he is fast becoming friends. I bet you can see where this is going.
I for one love the movie You’ve Got Mail which this fic is a superb twist not to mention the cameo roles of the real actors names. Also when I first went online back in 1998 I was a member of one of these such email/IM RPG games and they were so much fun and incidentally and its from there I created my username so thats one of the reasons why I have a fondness for this fic
Rodney glowered in outrage—he was quite a good glower-er—except browbeating Radek into submission was hopeless. Radek had trained under the Soviets, and on more than one occasion he'd referred to Rodney as a pussy cat. Which considering that Rodney had a minimum of ten undergraduates a week sobbing from fear, said volumes about the Russian over-lordship of Czechoslovakia. Rodney learned to save his ire for the people he could actually terrify, as in the entire faculty of geophysicists. Weaklings.
"If that isn't bad enough, she browbeat me into having dinner at your house under the guise of—"
Radek cut him off, because Elizabeth's beauty, brilliance, and sex appeal were only second to her cooking skills. "Rodney, you do not fool anyone. As if you would turn down Elizabeth's beef bourguignon. Perhaps if you were dead, but even then, I'd have faith you'd postpone your funeral for one last bite."
"Of course I would. Do you think I'm a fool? Anyway, I'm coming, but not to welcome that new assistant disaster. Over my objections, I might add, the rest of you voted to hire that—"
"So you will eat my wife's cooking and swill back my wine, but not be cordial to my guest?" Rodney hated it when Radek got all appropriate with him. "A candidate who has two Ph.D.s, one in applied mathematics from Stanford and the other in—"
"Slouching."
"In applied physics from M.I.T. We were lucky to get him. Stanford wooed him like crazy."
"He's too old."
"He was a pilot in the air force. We could use some breadth."
This was a not-so-subtle dig at Rodney, who had gone from Ph.D. to Ph.D. to academic appointment without so much as a summer off.
"They probably cashiered him out because his hair wouldn't fit in those regulation helmets."
"Rodney," Radek admonished. "What do you have against this John Sheppard?"
"First of all, he's a Stanford grad and, hello, we teach at Berkeley. Second, Caldwell was his thesis advisor and you know that woman despises me. And yes, I forever destroyed any hope she has of getting a Nobel, but it's not my fault that I proved her theory on closed time-like curves was a bunch of hokum. Any three-year old watching Sesame Street could have done the same. It's just that no one had done the math. So forgive me if I don't have super high hopes—"
"He won the Norbert Wiener Prize."
Rodney waved a dismissive hand, although privately Rodney was impressed. How could he not be?
"And the Barenholz Prize," Radek said with manufactured innocence, because plaques for those very prizes were the first thing that you noticed when you entered Rodney's office.
"His hair," Rodney said weakly.
"We look forward to seeing you. Jennifer is coming, yes? He's agreed to be on your team, by the way."
"WHAT!"
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Jennifer Keller, Elizabeth Weir, Radek Zelenka, Acastus Kolya, Peter Kavanagh, Carson Beckett
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard Rodney McKay/Jennifer Keller Elizabeth Weir/ Radek Zelenka
Categories: Alternate Universe, Humour, pre-slash
Warnings: Adult themes Author on LJ:
pir8fancierAuthor's Website: pir8fancier's ship
Link: Head Of The Class
Why This Must Be Read: The summary says AU featuring Rodney McKay as a U.C. Berkeley physics professor who absolutely cannot stand the new faculty hire, John Sheppard. Although not intentional, this ended up being very "You’ve Got Mail"-ish.
Rodney has been wrangled by Elizabeth into appearing on the Interdisciplinary Faculty Feud contest team which incidentally also has the new faculty member John SHeppard whom everyone likes except Rodney. In the meantime he has also joined an online RPG game in the role of Chief Science Officer Dr David Hewlett set in the city of Atlantis alongside Major Joseph Flanigan, USAF the CMO with whom he is fast becoming friends. I bet you can see where this is going.
I for one love the movie You’ve Got Mail which this fic is a superb twist not to mention the cameo roles of the real actors names. Also when I first went online back in 1998 I was a member of one of these such email/IM RPG games and they were so much fun and incidentally and its from there I created my username so thats one of the reasons why I have a fondness for this fic
Rodney glowered in outrage—he was quite a good glower-er—except browbeating Radek into submission was hopeless. Radek had trained under the Soviets, and on more than one occasion he'd referred to Rodney as a pussy cat. Which considering that Rodney had a minimum of ten undergraduates a week sobbing from fear, said volumes about the Russian over-lordship of Czechoslovakia. Rodney learned to save his ire for the people he could actually terrify, as in the entire faculty of geophysicists. Weaklings.
"If that isn't bad enough, she browbeat me into having dinner at your house under the guise of—"
Radek cut him off, because Elizabeth's beauty, brilliance, and sex appeal were only second to her cooking skills. "Rodney, you do not fool anyone. As if you would turn down Elizabeth's beef bourguignon. Perhaps if you were dead, but even then, I'd have faith you'd postpone your funeral for one last bite."
"Of course I would. Do you think I'm a fool? Anyway, I'm coming, but not to welcome that new assistant disaster. Over my objections, I might add, the rest of you voted to hire that—"
"So you will eat my wife's cooking and swill back my wine, but not be cordial to my guest?" Rodney hated it when Radek got all appropriate with him. "A candidate who has two Ph.D.s, one in applied mathematics from Stanford and the other in—"
"Slouching."
"In applied physics from M.I.T. We were lucky to get him. Stanford wooed him like crazy."
"He's too old."
"He was a pilot in the air force. We could use some breadth."
This was a not-so-subtle dig at Rodney, who had gone from Ph.D. to Ph.D. to academic appointment without so much as a summer off.
"They probably cashiered him out because his hair wouldn't fit in those regulation helmets."
"Rodney," Radek admonished. "What do you have against this John Sheppard?"
"First of all, he's a Stanford grad and, hello, we teach at Berkeley. Second, Caldwell was his thesis advisor and you know that woman despises me. And yes, I forever destroyed any hope she has of getting a Nobel, but it's not my fault that I proved her theory on closed time-like curves was a bunch of hokum. Any three-year old watching Sesame Street could have done the same. It's just that no one had done the math. So forgive me if I don't have super high hopes—"
"He won the Norbert Wiener Prize."
Rodney waved a dismissive hand, although privately Rodney was impressed. How could he not be?
"And the Barenholz Prize," Radek said with manufactured innocence, because plaques for those very prizes were the first thing that you noticed when you entered Rodney's office.
"His hair," Rodney said weakly.
"We look forward to seeing you. Jennifer is coming, yes? He's agreed to be on your team, by the way."
"WHAT!"
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