Draconian Measures by Tarlan (NC-17)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1/SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Bates (Stargate Atlantis), Carson Beckett, Evan Lorne, Peter Kavanagh, Radek Zelenka, Sam Carter, Steven Caldwell, Robert Kinsey
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Categories: Slash, AU
Warnings: Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Violence, Alternate Universe, First Time,
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tarlanx
Author's Website: Tarlans Place Tarlan on AO3
Link: Draconian Measures on LJ as part of SGA Big Bang 2008
Link: Draconian Measures on AO3
Also available HERE as an audiofic/podfic read by speakingwosound
Why This Must Be Read: The summary says: Rodney is coerced into taking over Sam's role as President Landry's chief science adviser, but without another ZPM, he knows it is only a matter of time before the Ori return and destroy the Earth. However, the threat comes from an unexpected direction, and as Earth falls to the Goa'uld System Lords, who want to make Earth their final battleground against the Ori, Rodney and John organize the escape of those they are able to save using the last of Earth's ships and the Stargate. As they battle to raise Atlantis and then power her, John and Rodney discover that the Goa'uld and the Ori are not the only enemy they must overcome before Atlantis can become a true refuge - and home.
This fic is wonderfully created by one of my favourite authors Tarlan and takes place following on from the Stargate SG-1 episode, The Road Not Taken. This is the Rodney who owns his own company and was married briefly to Sam. John hasn’t got his black mark against him and and was not exiled to Antarctica so he didn’t originally sit in the chair in the outpost. John is a full bird Colonel and in charge of an airbase. When John and Rodney meet it is as usual instant friendship and attraction. With both the Goa’uld and the Ori on the way they pull together beautifully as with the rest of the main characters despite despotic dictators attempts to stop them. This story also has some wonderful artwork by Berlinghoff79 and Taliosi_X.
In anger against the declaration of martial law, he'd resigned as a consultant to the US military, refusing to take orders from a government willing to enforce such draconian measures in order to quash civil unrest. Instead, he set about building his own company in the private sector. He'd tried to convince Sam to join him, tried to convince her that Landry was wrong, and that taking away people's civil liberties was not the answer. She had refused to resign her commission, insisting that martial law was only a temporary measure. She was so certain that it would all blow over in a couple of months but three years later the witch hunt for Trust agents continued; suspected terrorism was met with deadly force on the flimsiest of evidence, and people were taken from their homes in the middle of the night and sent to detention centers with no right of appeal, and often with no idea of what they had done wrong.
Despite his best intentions, Rodney couldn't escape the attention of a fanatical US government and he had ended up having to chose between the destruction of his company or accepting contracts from them to investigate the alien technology discovered on distant worlds. He'd chosen the latter in the hope that he would find something the Earth could use to fight back against the Ori, but to no avail. Even the Ancient outpost discovered in Antarctica had offered little hope beyond the Chair and drones, but O'Neill had deployed most of the drones three years earlier, to destroy the Goa'uld fleet commanded by the half-ascended Anubis.
He blinked hard at Sam, seeing her chagrin at being caught in a lie, especially one that placed him into a difficult position both politically and financially.
"Just think about it," she said with a soft smile.
She hadn't needed to persuade him of the injustice of it all because he knew all too well, only he was just one man and, despite his millions, he was as vulnerable to blackmail as the next person. The fact that he was standing in the lower levels of a concrete bunker rather than in his plush, penthouse office was proof of that.
He watched as she turned away to pull off her coat and hang it over the edge of the table. Rodney dredged up a half-smile for when she looked back with her eyes shining, all eager to get started on the inter-universal bridge that would send her home but leave him stranded here trying to pick up the pieces. He turned away from her bright smile.
"Erh...you! Soldier person in the corridor."
A soldier looked through the doorway from where he had been standing guard, probably under orders from General Hammond. "Sir?"
"White boards...and pens. Plenty of them."
"Yes, sir." The soldier snapped a hand to his radio and began relaying Rodney's request.
"What?" he stated at the smile twitching Sam's lips.
"Nothing. It's just really good to have you here, Rodney."
"Hmm."
Personally, he could think of a number of places where he would rather be right now but in truth, he was lucky not to have been dragged in a lot earlier. His ever-expanding company had handled the vast majority of top secret American defense projects over the past few years, making him more useful on the periphery of the Stargate program. Admittedly, although he had told Sam he had not done much theoretical physics in recent years, she must have seen that for the lie it was. He couldn't help himself, unable to resist dabbling in every piece of alien technology that came his way from offworld missions, and a few others pieces that he had gained from other, more dubious sources.
And therein lay the cause of his current problems.
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Bates (Stargate Atlantis), Carson Beckett, Evan Lorne, Peter Kavanagh, Radek Zelenka, Sam Carter, Steven Caldwell, Robert Kinsey
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Categories: Slash, AU
Warnings: Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Violence, Alternate Universe, First Time,
Author on LJ:
tarlanxAuthor's Website: Tarlans Place Tarlan on AO3
Link: Draconian Measures on LJ as part of SGA Big Bang 2008
Link: Draconian Measures on AO3
Also available HERE as an audiofic/podfic read by speakingwosound
Why This Must Be Read: The summary says: Rodney is coerced into taking over Sam's role as President Landry's chief science adviser, but without another ZPM, he knows it is only a matter of time before the Ori return and destroy the Earth. However, the threat comes from an unexpected direction, and as Earth falls to the Goa'uld System Lords, who want to make Earth their final battleground against the Ori, Rodney and John organize the escape of those they are able to save using the last of Earth's ships and the Stargate. As they battle to raise Atlantis and then power her, John and Rodney discover that the Goa'uld and the Ori are not the only enemy they must overcome before Atlantis can become a true refuge - and home.
This fic is wonderfully created by one of my favourite authors Tarlan and takes place following on from the Stargate SG-1 episode, The Road Not Taken. This is the Rodney who owns his own company and was married briefly to Sam. John hasn’t got his black mark against him and and was not exiled to Antarctica so he didn’t originally sit in the chair in the outpost. John is a full bird Colonel and in charge of an airbase. When John and Rodney meet it is as usual instant friendship and attraction. With both the Goa’uld and the Ori on the way they pull together beautifully as with the rest of the main characters despite despotic dictators attempts to stop them. This story also has some wonderful artwork by Berlinghoff79 and Taliosi_X.
In anger against the declaration of martial law, he'd resigned as a consultant to the US military, refusing to take orders from a government willing to enforce such draconian measures in order to quash civil unrest. Instead, he set about building his own company in the private sector. He'd tried to convince Sam to join him, tried to convince her that Landry was wrong, and that taking away people's civil liberties was not the answer. She had refused to resign her commission, insisting that martial law was only a temporary measure. She was so certain that it would all blow over in a couple of months but three years later the witch hunt for Trust agents continued; suspected terrorism was met with deadly force on the flimsiest of evidence, and people were taken from their homes in the middle of the night and sent to detention centers with no right of appeal, and often with no idea of what they had done wrong.
Despite his best intentions, Rodney couldn't escape the attention of a fanatical US government and he had ended up having to chose between the destruction of his company or accepting contracts from them to investigate the alien technology discovered on distant worlds. He'd chosen the latter in the hope that he would find something the Earth could use to fight back against the Ori, but to no avail. Even the Ancient outpost discovered in Antarctica had offered little hope beyond the Chair and drones, but O'Neill had deployed most of the drones three years earlier, to destroy the Goa'uld fleet commanded by the half-ascended Anubis.
He blinked hard at Sam, seeing her chagrin at being caught in a lie, especially one that placed him into a difficult position both politically and financially.
"Just think about it," she said with a soft smile.
She hadn't needed to persuade him of the injustice of it all because he knew all too well, only he was just one man and, despite his millions, he was as vulnerable to blackmail as the next person. The fact that he was standing in the lower levels of a concrete bunker rather than in his plush, penthouse office was proof of that.
He watched as she turned away to pull off her coat and hang it over the edge of the table. Rodney dredged up a half-smile for when she looked back with her eyes shining, all eager to get started on the inter-universal bridge that would send her home but leave him stranded here trying to pick up the pieces. He turned away from her bright smile.
"Erh...you! Soldier person in the corridor."
A soldier looked through the doorway from where he had been standing guard, probably under orders from General Hammond. "Sir?"
"White boards...and pens. Plenty of them."
"Yes, sir." The soldier snapped a hand to his radio and began relaying Rodney's request.
"What?" he stated at the smile twitching Sam's lips.
"Nothing. It's just really good to have you here, Rodney."
"Hmm."
Personally, he could think of a number of places where he would rather be right now but in truth, he was lucky not to have been dragged in a lot earlier. His ever-expanding company had handled the vast majority of top secret American defense projects over the past few years, making him more useful on the periphery of the Stargate program. Admittedly, although he had told Sam he had not done much theoretical physics in recent years, she must have seen that for the lie it was. He couldn't help himself, unable to resist dabbling in every piece of alien technology that came his way from offworld missions, and a few others pieces that he had gained from other, more dubious sources.
And therein lay the cause of his current problems.
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