stargateficrec | Cakes and Ale (by Mira) (T)

Show: SGA

Rec Category: Under the Influence (drink/drugs)
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard - Rodney, John, Radek and various of the other usual suspects.
Categories: slash
Warnings: Nil
Author on LJ:

mirabile_dictu
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Cakes and Ale on AO3

Why This Must Be Read: I love Mira's writing - she's a really excellent writer, and her stories tend to be inherently hopeful without being sentimental or glib. This one only has a very little bit of drugged!Rodney (and several other scientists) in it, but the title's all about this theme, it's a great read, and the ending promises some nicely stoned snogging in John and Rodney's future. I suspect that, like me, Mira's an aging hippie and I like that there's often a bit of recreational toking-up in her stories. It's the festive season, after all.

"Ah, I have something for you. I know you like Johnny Cash," and he gestured at the poster, "and that there's a movie coming out about him."

"Yeah, that's the only reason I didn't want to come back. It's opened by now."

"Well, check your email."

"Because?"

"Just. You know." Rodney looked a little flustered, so John got up and opened his laptop, booting it up. "I should go."

"No, Rodney, stay. Sit down. Hey, I brought beer back."

"Is that legal?" John raised an eyebrow. "Of course not. It isn't Molson's, is it?"

"Check it out. Open, uh, that box, the, yeah, that one." He watched Rodney pry up the tape and open the box. "See, I packed it in dry ice."

Smoke from the dry ice coiled into the air, and Rodney grinned at him. "Coors, MGD, Molson, Labatt Blue, and Pivovarsky Dvur. What else did you bring back?"

"Can't spoil my fun, Rodney. One surprise at a time. Okay, so I'm looking at my email and shit, but there's a lot of it."

"Something from me, with a huge attachment."

John sorted the email by sender. "Rodney, you really did miss me. What did you do, send me an email a day?"

"I'd like to point out that most of them are summaries of the progress we've made in exploring Atlantis while you're away, successful trading agreements we've come to, and an invitation to the opening of Dr. Summers' new greenhouse."

"And one with a really big attachment. Hey, how --" He turned to look at Rodney, who gulped at his Molson's. "It wasn't even released in theatres when I left Earth."

"Yes, well, these things are always available somewhere. I knew you'd miss it and you certainly don't have the ability to torrent it yourself, so." He shrugged. "It's a welcome home gift."

"Rodney, I don't know what to say."

"No, no, not Windows Media Player, for God's sake. I made sure that everybody's profile includes VLC; launch it and then watch the movie."

John really didn't know what to say, so he just launched VLC and navigated to Walk the Line. "Thanks," he said, staring into the monitor. "You, ah, you want to stay and watch?"

"No, I'll let you and Johnny alone for this. Maybe after you've seen it, if you think it's any good."

"Really, thanks. This means a lot."

"Well, Molson's means a lot to me, so let's call it even."

John watched as Rodney left. Then he carried the laptop to the bed and flopped down again. It was good to be home.