Be Cool (by Hth) (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Under the Influence (drunk/drugged)
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: slash
Warnings: Nil
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hth_the_first (now mostly over at DW as Hth)
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Be Cool on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is one of my all-time faves for this trope. The botanists are growing Pegasus dope and Rodney's keeping a very close eye on Sheppard, who might possibly be the drug-czar of Atlantis. I love how cool John is and that Rodney's totally not, but John wants him anyway. The stoned snark is excellent, and hilarious.
While stoned, Colonel Sheppard is not easygoing. He is stubborn as hell, a phrase that Rodney does not use idly. He is as stubborn as the armies of darkness in their eternal quest to corrupt the souls of man.
Colonel Sheppard is starting with the body and soul of Dr. Rodney McKay.
First, Rodney tried simple good sense. It’s illegal. It’s police corruption. “You don’t want to be a bad cop, do you?”
Sheppard just smiled (the armies of darkness) and said, “Could I be mad and dangerous to know, too?”
Rodney had to sort of jump up and down on the balls of his feet to keep his knees from giving out at that. “It’s not funny,” he said when he had his voice back. “If you get caught– ”
“Rodney, I’m in charge. I’m the frigging drug czar of Atlantis. I won’t get caught.”
“Power corrupts, Colonel. Also, Elizabeth– ”
He smiled again, and Rodney started wondering how bad the upper circles of hell could possibly be, relatively speaking. “Elizabeth is gonna throw me in the brig for smoking pot? I don’t think so. Don’t worry about it, Rodney. You worry too much.”
“It’s not good for you,” Rodney tried. It wasn’t his best reason; he had better, he was just...having trouble thinking right now....
“Crashing jumpers is not good for me, and yet I do that.”
“Not on purpose, I should– Oh, God! You don’t go off-world stoned, do you? You don’t fly the jumper stoned?”
Sheppard looked amused by that. “Come on, Rodney, you know the answer to that.”
“No! No, I really don’t, because – because how could I tell?” He waved his hands wildly, trying to indicate all of Colonel Sheppard – his wrinkled black shirt and his sloping, baggy pants, his soft, happy eyes, his slack posture as he leaned with one hip on his sleek, Ancient breakfast table. “You could be stoned all the time for all I know!”
“Yeah, Rodney,” he said, his eyes crinkling up with his smile. “That’s right. I’m always stoned.”
“Really?”
“No! Jeez, Rodney. Not since high school, at least. It only took two or three tragic skateboard accidents to teach me not to go real fast through the air while I’m feeling real good. I have some scars – want to see?”
“No!” Rodney lied hysterically.
Rec Category: Under the Influence (drunk/drugged)
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: slash
Warnings: Nil
Author on LJ:
hth_the_first (now mostly over at DW as Hth)Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Be Cool on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is one of my all-time faves for this trope. The botanists are growing Pegasus dope and Rodney's keeping a very close eye on Sheppard, who might possibly be the drug-czar of Atlantis. I love how cool John is and that Rodney's totally not, but John wants him anyway. The stoned snark is excellent, and hilarious.
While stoned, Colonel Sheppard is not easygoing. He is stubborn as hell, a phrase that Rodney does not use idly. He is as stubborn as the armies of darkness in their eternal quest to corrupt the souls of man.
Colonel Sheppard is starting with the body and soul of Dr. Rodney McKay.
First, Rodney tried simple good sense. It’s illegal. It’s police corruption. “You don’t want to be a bad cop, do you?”
Sheppard just smiled (the armies of darkness) and said, “Could I be mad and dangerous to know, too?”
Rodney had to sort of jump up and down on the balls of his feet to keep his knees from giving out at that. “It’s not funny,” he said when he had his voice back. “If you get caught– ”
“Rodney, I’m in charge. I’m the frigging drug czar of Atlantis. I won’t get caught.”
“Power corrupts, Colonel. Also, Elizabeth– ”
He smiled again, and Rodney started wondering how bad the upper circles of hell could possibly be, relatively speaking. “Elizabeth is gonna throw me in the brig for smoking pot? I don’t think so. Don’t worry about it, Rodney. You worry too much.”
“It’s not good for you,” Rodney tried. It wasn’t his best reason; he had better, he was just...having trouble thinking right now....
“Crashing jumpers is not good for me, and yet I do that.”
“Not on purpose, I should– Oh, God! You don’t go off-world stoned, do you? You don’t fly the jumper stoned?”
Sheppard looked amused by that. “Come on, Rodney, you know the answer to that.”
“No! No, I really don’t, because – because how could I tell?” He waved his hands wildly, trying to indicate all of Colonel Sheppard – his wrinkled black shirt and his sloping, baggy pants, his soft, happy eyes, his slack posture as he leaned with one hip on his sleek, Ancient breakfast table. “You could be stoned all the time for all I know!”
“Yeah, Rodney,” he said, his eyes crinkling up with his smile. “That’s right. I’m always stoned.”
“Really?”
“No! Jeez, Rodney. Not since high school, at least. It only took two or three tragic skateboard accidents to teach me not to go real fast through the air while I’m feeling real good. I have some scars – want to see?”
“No!” Rodney lied hysterically.
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Date: 2016-12-13 12:59 am (UTC)