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stargateficrecShow: SGA/SG1/Cthulhu mythos
Rec Category: Crossover (with the Cthulhu mythos)
Characters: Rodney McKay, and all the usual suspects
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Nil
Author on LJ: nope
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Shadow Over Atlantis on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is a whole series, so it's loooong, but if you like this crossover, that's a bonus. It follows canon to some degree as the plot areas often follow the episodes, but there's a core of divergence centered around the Cthulhu mythos, in that Rodney's a hybrid "Deep One". Initially he looks as he does in canon (note those blue eyes) and during the series he transforms. If you like Rodney as a character (and he's pretty sympathetic here) you may well enjoy this, but you'll have to cope with him physically transforming into something a long way from human - while retaining his essential Rodneyness. I enjoyed how many of the team and Beckett and Radek become his first "thralls" - supposedly under the sway of his "Deep One" influence, although they seemed very much themselves to me, just inclined to support Rodney rather than assassinate him for having the "Innsmouth taint". Mostly being his thralls seemed to mean hanging out with him in the bathtub (because he's becoming aquatic - this is genfic). The writing flows well and I found it an interesting crossover. The story linked above is a short prologue, and the second story's the one to really try, to see if you like this series.
“You're going to make me say it, aren't you?” Rodney demanded. “Fine! Yes, I'm a Deep One hybrid! Happy?! Yes, I'm in the middle of the Change and no there's nothing I can DO about it!”
“Whoa, whoa, calm down, McKay.” Sheppard held up his hands to show he wasn't armed, or at least not reaching for his weapon. “Okay, let's start from the top. First, what really happened at Innsmouth?”
McKay collapsed into a chair. He swiped at a patch of particularly loud bubbles near his ear. “Innsmouth used to be isolated and for good reason,” he said. “And then it all went to hell when that man came to town, learned too much, and then escaped capture. It wasn't safe to let anyone out, not once they knew. Don't you see? A single man getting out began those raids.
“They had orders to round up everyone in town,” Rodney continued. “A submarine even patrolled the coast to make sure no one escaped that way, ended up bombing the underwater city. Anyone who resisted was to be killed, made an example of. And of course people resisted. Men, women, children. Those who complied were rounded up like animals, sent to internment camps. The town was dynamited. But orders were disobeyed.”
Sheppard listened, not wanting to believe, but history did not make it any easier to disbelieve.
“Some of the marines couldn't do it,” Rodney continued. “They couldn't kill children. Those young enough to look untainted were lost in orphanages where they would be safe. My grandmother was one of those children. The rest of her family died, murdered trying to defend their homes and themselves. At least, that's the story I was told.”
“Why?”
“We were... different...” Rodney said, as though it were a valid reason. “Mankind's greatest fear has always been the fear of the unknown. To be honest, John, you don't get much more unknown than us in the '20s.”
Sheppard gave a bitter laugh. “That's certainly no excuse now,” he said. “Not for us. Not here.”
Rodney looked Sheppard right in the eye, slowly blinking nictitating membranes. When that didn't elicit a response he did it again. He realized... “You're not scared at all...”
Sheppard took a seat and splayed out in the chair like he owned it. “Should I be?”
Rodney felt almost affronted. “Well, you know... I am the great and terrible unknown.”
“Well, that's what we're here for,” Sheppard said. “Though to be honest I didn't think we'd be bringing it with us.”
Rec Category: Crossover (with the Cthulhu mythos)
Characters: Rodney McKay, and all the usual suspects
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Nil
Author on LJ: nope
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Shadow Over Atlantis on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is a whole series, so it's loooong, but if you like this crossover, that's a bonus. It follows canon to some degree as the plot areas often follow the episodes, but there's a core of divergence centered around the Cthulhu mythos, in that Rodney's a hybrid "Deep One". Initially he looks as he does in canon (note those blue eyes) and during the series he transforms. If you like Rodney as a character (and he's pretty sympathetic here) you may well enjoy this, but you'll have to cope with him physically transforming into something a long way from human - while retaining his essential Rodneyness. I enjoyed how many of the team and Beckett and Radek become his first "thralls" - supposedly under the sway of his "Deep One" influence, although they seemed very much themselves to me, just inclined to support Rodney rather than assassinate him for having the "Innsmouth taint". Mostly being his thralls seemed to mean hanging out with him in the bathtub (because he's becoming aquatic - this is genfic). The writing flows well and I found it an interesting crossover. The story linked above is a short prologue, and the second story's the one to really try, to see if you like this series.
“You're going to make me say it, aren't you?” Rodney demanded. “Fine! Yes, I'm a Deep One hybrid! Happy?! Yes, I'm in the middle of the Change and no there's nothing I can DO about it!”
“Whoa, whoa, calm down, McKay.” Sheppard held up his hands to show he wasn't armed, or at least not reaching for his weapon. “Okay, let's start from the top. First, what really happened at Innsmouth?”
McKay collapsed into a chair. He swiped at a patch of particularly loud bubbles near his ear. “Innsmouth used to be isolated and for good reason,” he said. “And then it all went to hell when that man came to town, learned too much, and then escaped capture. It wasn't safe to let anyone out, not once they knew. Don't you see? A single man getting out began those raids.
“They had orders to round up everyone in town,” Rodney continued. “A submarine even patrolled the coast to make sure no one escaped that way, ended up bombing the underwater city. Anyone who resisted was to be killed, made an example of. And of course people resisted. Men, women, children. Those who complied were rounded up like animals, sent to internment camps. The town was dynamited. But orders were disobeyed.”
Sheppard listened, not wanting to believe, but history did not make it any easier to disbelieve.
“Some of the marines couldn't do it,” Rodney continued. “They couldn't kill children. Those young enough to look untainted were lost in orphanages where they would be safe. My grandmother was one of those children. The rest of her family died, murdered trying to defend their homes and themselves. At least, that's the story I was told.”
“Why?”
“We were... different...” Rodney said, as though it were a valid reason. “Mankind's greatest fear has always been the fear of the unknown. To be honest, John, you don't get much more unknown than us in the '20s.”
Sheppard gave a bitter laugh. “That's certainly no excuse now,” he said. “Not for us. Not here.”
Rodney looked Sheppard right in the eye, slowly blinking nictitating membranes. When that didn't elicit a response he did it again. He realized... “You're not scared at all...”
Sheppard took a seat and splayed out in the chair like he owned it. “Should I be?”
Rodney felt almost affronted. “Well, you know... I am the great and terrible unknown.”
“Well, that's what we're here for,” Sheppard said. “Though to be honest I didn't think we'd be bringing it with us.”
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