Home for the Holidays, by sgamadison
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stargateficrecHome for the Holidays, by sgamadison
Show: Stargate Atlantis
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Pairing: John/Rodney
Categories: Alternate Universe, First Meeting
Warnings: Explicit
Link: Home for the Holidays
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sgamadison
Why this must be read: This fic is hot off the presses, and I literally just finished reading it. Now I think EVERYONE needs to read it. It’s so good! Rodney is a writer with a secret who has done a house swap for the holidays, only to find himself with an unexpected housemate. The characters are spot on, the story is riveting, and I was on the edge of my seat to see how it all worked out in the end. I was NOT disappointed! And you won’t be either.
He’d just finished belting out “five gold rings” when he opened his eyes to see the bathroom door being slowly pushed open. His jaw dropped in horror when he saw a solider dressed in desert camo standing in the entranceway, having used the barrel of a 9 mm to open the door.
He couldn’t help it. He shrieked and flung the Kindle aside, ducking down into the Jacuzzi. It didn’t take him long to realize this wasn’t a workable escape plan, and he burst up out of the water, gasping for air. Blinking soapy water out of his eyes, he grasped the wine bottle by the neck, and swung it overhead with the intent of throwing it.
To his surprise, while he’d been underwater, the solider had holstered his gun. He’d also taken off his cap to reveal a shock of black hair practically sticking up on end, and was leaning against the sink, with his arms folded across his chest. The overhead light made his eyes gleam like a cat’s, surprisingly light for his coloring. He had a two day stubble that made him look like an extra from Miami Vice. Although he no longer looked as though he planned to shoot Rodney, he gave off a dangerous vibe, just the same.
“Calm down,” the soldier said. “I’m guessing you’re not a burglar after all. Unless you’re the kind of thief who enjoys breaking into other people’s houses to take bubble baths.”
“I’m not a thief!” Rodney yelled, fear sharpening into anger. “Your first clue should have been the Ford Fiesta sitting in the driveway. A real thief would drive something more impressive, like a black Hummer or something. The second tip-off should have been the fact there was no evidence of a break-in, and the third should have been, I don’t know, perhaps my luggage sitting in the guest room?” Rage made his blood pressure go up like a rocket. “Whereas you came busting in here with a gun in your hand, so tell me, Lieutenant Soldier Man, why the hell I shouldn’t call the police right now?”
Show: Stargate Atlantis
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Pairing: John/Rodney
Categories: Alternate Universe, First Meeting
Warnings: Explicit
Link: Home for the Holidays
Author on LJ:
sgamadisonWhy this must be read: This fic is hot off the presses, and I literally just finished reading it. Now I think EVERYONE needs to read it. It’s so good! Rodney is a writer with a secret who has done a house swap for the holidays, only to find himself with an unexpected housemate. The characters are spot on, the story is riveting, and I was on the edge of my seat to see how it all worked out in the end. I was NOT disappointed! And you won’t be either.
He’d just finished belting out “five gold rings” when he opened his eyes to see the bathroom door being slowly pushed open. His jaw dropped in horror when he saw a solider dressed in desert camo standing in the entranceway, having used the barrel of a 9 mm to open the door.
He couldn’t help it. He shrieked and flung the Kindle aside, ducking down into the Jacuzzi. It didn’t take him long to realize this wasn’t a workable escape plan, and he burst up out of the water, gasping for air. Blinking soapy water out of his eyes, he grasped the wine bottle by the neck, and swung it overhead with the intent of throwing it.
To his surprise, while he’d been underwater, the solider had holstered his gun. He’d also taken off his cap to reveal a shock of black hair practically sticking up on end, and was leaning against the sink, with his arms folded across his chest. The overhead light made his eyes gleam like a cat’s, surprisingly light for his coloring. He had a two day stubble that made him look like an extra from Miami Vice. Although he no longer looked as though he planned to shoot Rodney, he gave off a dangerous vibe, just the same.
“Calm down,” the soldier said. “I’m guessing you’re not a burglar after all. Unless you’re the kind of thief who enjoys breaking into other people’s houses to take bubble baths.”
“I’m not a thief!” Rodney yelled, fear sharpening into anger. “Your first clue should have been the Ford Fiesta sitting in the driveway. A real thief would drive something more impressive, like a black Hummer or something. The second tip-off should have been the fact there was no evidence of a break-in, and the third should have been, I don’t know, perhaps my luggage sitting in the guest room?” Rage made his blood pressure go up like a rocket. “Whereas you came busting in here with a gun in your hand, so tell me, Lieutenant Soldier Man, why the hell I shouldn’t call the police right now?”
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