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Junk Cheap by DevilDoll (R)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay
Categories: Slash, Alternate Universe/Timeline
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devildoll
Author's Website: DevilDoll on AO3
Link: Junk Cheap
Why This Must Be Read: Rodney is working as a college professor. In the ground level of his apartment building, John owns a shop called “Junk Cheap”. Of course they meet and fall in love. This lesser known AU is sweet and adorable. If you’ve never read it before, you should!
When he came home that night, Junk Cheap's door was propped open, so he stepped inside. It was pretty much what he'd expected: piles of old crap nobody wanted or needed. The walls were lined with shelves, each one heavily packed with tattered books, hideous knickknacks, and dented cookware. Sagging wooden bins held records, and there was a pile of what looked like bicycle parts on a crooked folding table.
A huge, battered wooden desk stood sentry by the door, holding up the feet of the guy sitting behind it.
"Hey," the guy said. His hair was messy and his clothes were wrinkled, but he was younger than Rodney had expected a junk shop guy to be, and surprisingly attractive. He was reading a men's fitness magazine from the 1950s, and one of his red Converse tennis shoes had a rip in the side. There was a half-eaten sandwich, what looked like a BLT, on a paper towel next to his feet, which explained why the place smelled a little like bacon.
"Yes, hi," Rodney said. "I live on the fourth floor, and I'm having a problem with my faucet--leaking horribly, keeping me up all night--and I was wondering, since I didn't rent the place myself and have no idea who to call, if you might know who the landlord is, or a maintenance person?"
The guy blinked at him. "You try replacing the washer?"
Rodney blinked back. "Why would I do that? That's not my responsibility. And I'm a professor, not a plumber."
The guy shrugged. "Yeah, but if it keeps you awake. Seems like it might be easier to just take care of it."
"Thanks for your help," Rodney said snidely, turning to leave.
"No problem," the guy chirped, waving happily as Rodney's sarcasm obviously sailed right over his tousled head.
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay
Categories: Slash, Alternate Universe/Timeline
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:
devildollAuthor's Website: DevilDoll on AO3
Link: Junk Cheap
Why This Must Be Read: Rodney is working as a college professor. In the ground level of his apartment building, John owns a shop called “Junk Cheap”. Of course they meet and fall in love. This lesser known AU is sweet and adorable. If you’ve never read it before, you should!
When he came home that night, Junk Cheap's door was propped open, so he stepped inside. It was pretty much what he'd expected: piles of old crap nobody wanted or needed. The walls were lined with shelves, each one heavily packed with tattered books, hideous knickknacks, and dented cookware. Sagging wooden bins held records, and there was a pile of what looked like bicycle parts on a crooked folding table.
A huge, battered wooden desk stood sentry by the door, holding up the feet of the guy sitting behind it.
"Hey," the guy said. His hair was messy and his clothes were wrinkled, but he was younger than Rodney had expected a junk shop guy to be, and surprisingly attractive. He was reading a men's fitness magazine from the 1950s, and one of his red Converse tennis shoes had a rip in the side. There was a half-eaten sandwich, what looked like a BLT, on a paper towel next to his feet, which explained why the place smelled a little like bacon.
"Yes, hi," Rodney said. "I live on the fourth floor, and I'm having a problem with my faucet--leaking horribly, keeping me up all night--and I was wondering, since I didn't rent the place myself and have no idea who to call, if you might know who the landlord is, or a maintenance person?"
The guy blinked at him. "You try replacing the washer?"
Rodney blinked back. "Why would I do that? That's not my responsibility. And I'm a professor, not a plumber."
The guy shrugged. "Yeah, but if it keeps you awake. Seems like it might be easier to just take care of it."
"Thanks for your help," Rodney said snidely, turning to leave.
"No problem," the guy chirped, waving happily as Rodney's sarcasm obviously sailed right over his tousled head.