Show: Stargate Atlantis
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Pairing: John/Rodney
Characters: Carson, Jeannie, Teyla, Ronon, Laura
Categories: AU, amnesia
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
fiercelydreamed
Link: Unidentified
Why this must be read: I absolutely adore this fic. It's so complex, and so real. In an AU where John and Rodney met at Caltech, Rodney has lost his memory for reasons no-one can determine. Not just his personal memories, but a lot of his knowledge of the world at large as well. The only phone number he knows by muscle memory to dial is John's, and it's clear right off that things aren't good between them. We eventually find out why, as the narrative moves between the past and the present.
One of the most interesting things, at least for me, is how Rodney's memory loss isn't only a loss to himself. He's lost his history with his friends, his family, and they're affected by that almost as deeply. John has to navigate around potential landmines - he doesn't want to tell Rodney the bad things about himself - and Rodney has to figure out how to move forward when his personal history is so limited and he can no longer do the work he used to excel at. It all wraps up in a very satisfying way, and you should absolutely follow the link at the end to the Coda, which is so beautiful.
John's on his way to work when his cell phone rings. He doesn't recognize the number, which is generally a good indication that he doesn't want to speak to whoever's on the other end. One of these days he's going to kill Weir for giving his number out to PAs, but he's just not up for the battle today, so he hits the loudspeaker button and says, "This is Sheppard."
"Um," says the voice at the other end. It's Rodney. John could kick himself for not just chucking the damn phone out the window. "I don't ... really know what I'm doing, but--"
"No kidding," John snaps, shifting gears as he merges the Jetta left across the 405, phone clamped between his left hand and the steering wheel. "I've got a job, McKay, so I really don't have time for--"
There's a weird noise from over the speaker. "McKay?" Rodney says. "Is that ... I'm -- McKay?"
He sounds strange, sort of ... lost, and John holds up the phone to stare at it for a moment. "Are you drunk?" he asks suspiciously. "If you're calling me to play some solipsistic game of twenty questions--"
Rodney blurts out, "I'm in a hospital in Santa Barbara," and John wrenches his car across three lanes of traffic and leaves half the tread of his tires on the shoulder as he hits the brakes. "... Hello? Are you there? I heard--"
"I'm here," John says, heart pounding loudly as the traffic streaks by, horns blaring. "I'm here, just tell me what happened."
"I don't know," Rodney says, "I don't know, I've been here for days and I can't remember anything and this is the first number I--" He makes that choked sound again, and John suddenly realizes that Rodney's crying. "Can you ... can you tell me who I am?"
"You're Rodney," John says, "You're Rodney McKay, oh Jesus--"
"Can you come get me?" Rodney says, desperate and kind of broken, and John says, "Of course, of course I can," and "I'm John -- tell them John Sheppard is coming to get you," and he makes Rodney give the phone to a doctor, tells him Rodney's name and his own. He gets the address and plugs it into the GPS one-handed, and then Rodney's back on the phone and John has to promise him two more times before he'll hang up.
He's already northbound on 101 before he calls Weir ("But it's the Jolie-Pitts," she protests, and John snaps, "I don't care, family emergency, tell them to fly their own damn plane--"). He doesn't drop below 90 mph for the next hour, changing lanes like a maniac, and he makes it from L.A. to Santa Barbara in 67 minutes flat, 70 if you count the time it takes him to park his car and sprint across the lot.
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Pairing: John/Rodney
Characters: Carson, Jeannie, Teyla, Ronon, Laura
Categories: AU, amnesia
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
Link: Unidentified
Why this must be read: I absolutely adore this fic. It's so complex, and so real. In an AU where John and Rodney met at Caltech, Rodney has lost his memory for reasons no-one can determine. Not just his personal memories, but a lot of his knowledge of the world at large as well. The only phone number he knows by muscle memory to dial is John's, and it's clear right off that things aren't good between them. We eventually find out why, as the narrative moves between the past and the present.
One of the most interesting things, at least for me, is how Rodney's memory loss isn't only a loss to himself. He's lost his history with his friends, his family, and they're affected by that almost as deeply. John has to navigate around potential landmines - he doesn't want to tell Rodney the bad things about himself - and Rodney has to figure out how to move forward when his personal history is so limited and he can no longer do the work he used to excel at. It all wraps up in a very satisfying way, and you should absolutely follow the link at the end to the Coda, which is so beautiful.
John's on his way to work when his cell phone rings. He doesn't recognize the number, which is generally a good indication that he doesn't want to speak to whoever's on the other end. One of these days he's going to kill Weir for giving his number out to PAs, but he's just not up for the battle today, so he hits the loudspeaker button and says, "This is Sheppard."
"Um," says the voice at the other end. It's Rodney. John could kick himself for not just chucking the damn phone out the window. "I don't ... really know what I'm doing, but--"
"No kidding," John snaps, shifting gears as he merges the Jetta left across the 405, phone clamped between his left hand and the steering wheel. "I've got a job, McKay, so I really don't have time for--"
There's a weird noise from over the speaker. "McKay?" Rodney says. "Is that ... I'm -- McKay?"
He sounds strange, sort of ... lost, and John holds up the phone to stare at it for a moment. "Are you drunk?" he asks suspiciously. "If you're calling me to play some solipsistic game of twenty questions--"
Rodney blurts out, "I'm in a hospital in Santa Barbara," and John wrenches his car across three lanes of traffic and leaves half the tread of his tires on the shoulder as he hits the brakes. "... Hello? Are you there? I heard--"
"I'm here," John says, heart pounding loudly as the traffic streaks by, horns blaring. "I'm here, just tell me what happened."
"I don't know," Rodney says, "I don't know, I've been here for days and I can't remember anything and this is the first number I--" He makes that choked sound again, and John suddenly realizes that Rodney's crying. "Can you ... can you tell me who I am?"
"You're Rodney," John says, "You're Rodney McKay, oh Jesus--"
"Can you come get me?" Rodney says, desperate and kind of broken, and John says, "Of course, of course I can," and "I'm John -- tell them John Sheppard is coming to get you," and he makes Rodney give the phone to a doctor, tells him Rodney's name and his own. He gets the address and plugs it into the GPS one-handed, and then Rodney's back on the phone and John has to promise him two more times before he'll hang up.
He's already northbound on 101 before he calls Weir ("But it's the Jolie-Pitts," she protests, and John snaps, "I don't care, family emergency, tell them to fly their own damn plane--"). He doesn't drop below 90 mph for the next hour, changing lanes like a maniac, and he makes it from L.A. to Santa Barbara in 67 minutes flat, 70 if you count the time it takes him to park his car and sprint across the lot.
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Date: 2015-10-15 07:23 am (UTC)Plus, to be honest, amnesia isn't a trope I'm super into. I usually skim until the person gets their memories back.
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Date: 2015-10-15 08:48 am (UTC)I don't know if we ever really found out what happened, but I read it as Rodney having built his self-concept so much around what he'd convinced himself he couldn't have that he had to let that entire framework go before he succeeded in taking everything away from himself.
And, now that I'm writing it down, I don't even know if that makes any sense. I guess I'm saying that it's not being Rodney he loses. It's being Rodney in a particular context he needed to escape.
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Date: 2015-10-15 09:16 am (UTC)I do think you put your finger on a main theme, though, because pretty much the central question for everyone is what about Rodney is essentially Rodney, and how those things express themselves in a situation where he has no preconceptions about himself.
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Date: 2015-10-16 03:36 am (UTC)I can get behind Rodney finding a way to live a happier life~
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Date: 2015-10-16 01:05 am (UTC)Losing all his preconceived notions about himself, about the way the world worked for him, only helped him get there faster.
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