stargateficrec | The Moor Cat of the McKays By Elayna (NC17)

Show: SGA

Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay John Sheppard Jeannie Miller Kaleb Miller Madison Miller Richard Woolsey Carson Beckett Lucius Levine
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard Jeannie Miller/Kaleb Miller
Categories: Alternate Universe, AU, Romance, Historical, slash
Warnings: Slash
Author on LJ:

elayna88
Author's Website: Elayna’s Ramblings
Author's Website: Master Elayna’s Den
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Link: The Moor Cat of the McKays

Why This Must Be Read: The Summary says: Rodney McKay finds a man without his memories on the moor... but does this stranger need saving, or is he dangerous?

A lovely historical romance story here, Rodney is the Lorn of the Manor and a scientist. One day he is walking on the moors and finds a man unconscious. Of course he takes him home and allows him to stay until his memory returns however not everything goes to plan for Rodney.

"Sir?" he asked, tapping lightly on one cheek, conscious that he had been touching a complete stranger with familiarity, and uncomfortably aware that he would have enjoyed it under better circumstances. Jeannie nagged at him to find a wife, but Rodney was well aware that the reasons he always babbled nonsensically with the fairer sex were diverse and complicated. Actually, not that he did all that well with the masculine sex either, being of a somewhat impatient nature, but he did feel more comfortable in their presence. And he was certainly more interested in capturing their attention.
The man didn't wake. Reluctant to leave him to seek assistance, Rodney pulled out his hip flask, and cupping the man's head in one hand, tilted it back, pouring a few drops of Scotch malt whisky between his parted lips. The stranger coughed and curled to the side.
"Where am I?" he asked, with an accent that was oddly flat. His eyes were as beautiful and as green as the strange cat's, though with more dark flecks in their depths. His resemblance to a cat was also evident in the shape of his ears, which were oddly pointed.
"You're on the moors."
"The moors?"
Whatever caused his unconsciousness must have created a problem with his comprehension. "Yes, the moors. There is a bump on the back of your head and an enormous cat was preparing to make you his meal."
"A cat?"
"Yes, a very large cat," Rodney said, trying to stifle his impatience, wondering if it was only the blow to the head that had injured the man's comprehensive abilities, or if he was normally so slow. It would be a shame if his intellect failed to match his appearance, but not uncommon. Intelligence was a much rarer trait than physical attractiveness. "The type normally found in zoological exhibitions."
"Did you chase it off for me?"
"Well - no. It ran off when I approached. Undoubtedly my arrival scared it, and that's what caused it to flee." Though it had looked more irritated than frightened, not that Rodney saw any reason to admit that fact.
The man licked his lips several times, the gesture making Rodney notice their quite attractive shape, full and soft. "My throat is dry."
Rodney offered his flask. "I have only Scotch."
"Thank you." He took a small sip, seeming to lick it over his chapped lips more than swallow it. The sight of his pink tongue flashing over his lips fascinated Rodney. "I'm on the moors, you said?"
"Yes." Please let it be the blow.
"Why?"
"Why are you on the moors? How should I know? I may be a genius, but I have never pretended to mind reading or those other powers charlatans claim to have."
"Oh," the man said with obvious disappointment. "You don't know me then?"
"Of course not. You're a complete stranger to me. Do you think you know me?"
"I don't know. I don't remember anything. My name or why I'm here. I was hoping you could tell me."