The Ethical Life by Sabinelagrande (E)
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Rec Category: Alternate Universe [Historical C20th - UK, WWII (1940s)]
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: slash
Warnings: None
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sabinelagrande
Author's Website: see the AO3
Link: The Ethical Life on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: We're in the C20th now, and this is a wartime romance where Rodney's a genius professor who gets recruited to work at Bletchley Park when the war starts. John's his...well, you'll see. I really like the period and wartime details, the easy physicality between them, and of course, the angst,
His room at Trinity isn't bad, though. There's a place around the corner that does tea all night long, and most days Rodney can count on badgering someone behind the counter into turning on the dilapidated coffee machine for him. Usually it's swamped with students, and by the time Rodney gets there all the croissants have always gone; but now that it's summer holiday, Rodney can actually stand the place again.
"Coffee," he says, sitting down at the counter and arranging his notebook and pencils in front of him. He's in the middle of a letter detailing to Fermi exactly why he is an idiot who will one day blow up the entire world; he's just got up to the part where he's suggesting a few locations where he can put his precious and ill-gotten Nobel, and he really needs the caffeine to aid his creativity.
"Man after my own heart," an American accent replies; a mug appears in the corner of Rodney's vision, filled to the brim with blessed, steaming, ever-so-black java that Rodney didn't even have to badger anyone for.
"You're not English," he says, eyeing the cup suspiciously.
"What gave it away?" the guy deadpans, and Rodney looks up to see the most improbably gorgeous man he's ever laid eyes on.
It's all he can do not to gape openly. "Sugar?" he finally manages to say.
He raises an eyebrow at Rodney. "That's awfully fresh, isn't it?"
He feels himself blushing. "No, I meant-"
The guy quirks a smile at him. "Right in front of you."
Rec Category: Alternate Universe [Historical C20th - UK, WWII (1940s)]
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:
sabinelagrandeAuthor's Website: see the AO3
Link: The Ethical Life on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: We're in the C20th now, and this is a wartime romance where Rodney's a genius professor who gets recruited to work at Bletchley Park when the war starts. John's his...well, you'll see. I really like the period and wartime details, the easy physicality between them, and of course, the angst,
His room at Trinity isn't bad, though. There's a place around the corner that does tea all night long, and most days Rodney can count on badgering someone behind the counter into turning on the dilapidated coffee machine for him. Usually it's swamped with students, and by the time Rodney gets there all the croissants have always gone; but now that it's summer holiday, Rodney can actually stand the place again.
"Coffee," he says, sitting down at the counter and arranging his notebook and pencils in front of him. He's in the middle of a letter detailing to Fermi exactly why he is an idiot who will one day blow up the entire world; he's just got up to the part where he's suggesting a few locations where he can put his precious and ill-gotten Nobel, and he really needs the caffeine to aid his creativity.
"Man after my own heart," an American accent replies; a mug appears in the corner of Rodney's vision, filled to the brim with blessed, steaming, ever-so-black java that Rodney didn't even have to badger anyone for.
"You're not English," he says, eyeing the cup suspiciously.
"What gave it away?" the guy deadpans, and Rodney looks up to see the most improbably gorgeous man he's ever laid eyes on.
It's all he can do not to gape openly. "Sugar?" he finally manages to say.
He raises an eyebrow at Rodney. "That's awfully fresh, isn't it?"
He feels himself blushing. "No, I meant-"
The guy quirks a smile at him. "Right in front of you."
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