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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe ('Ocean' themed fics, as I only managed 2 of these last time)
Characters: John/Rodney, Teyla, Ronon, Woolsey, Jeannie, Carson, Radek, et al.
Categories: slash
Warnings: Nil
Authors on DW:sholio and naye
Authors' Websites: See the AO3
Link: A Clear and Different Light on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is a delightful longfic - in fact a series, in which everyone's a bit magical. Rodney's raised by whales, Teyla does Athosian rune-magic, Ronon has wings, and John's a mage with fae blood. There's plot, action, romance, and adventure - a great fantasy read!
"Who the hell are you people?" Rodney demanded loudly.
The babble of conversation hushed, and everyone swung around to stare at him. Rodney was suddenly, acutely aware that he hadn't bothered to stop and put on pants -- he wore nothing but his swim trunks, and was leaving a trail of water on the floor. The idea of getting dressed hadn't even occurred to him. The Athosians didn't have nudity taboos, and living in the City alone, he'd gotten out of the habit. He wasn't even sure if he still owned shoes.
Well, no help for it. He crossed his arms and tilted his chin up, trying not to pay attention to the weapons bristling at the sides of many of the Earthers. "Well?"
The crowd shuffled aside to clear the way for a nervous-looking, apparently unarmed man in a black Magic Division uniform, with red command stripes. He was balding, bespectacled; everything about him screamed bureaucrat. He cleared his throat several times, fretfully, before speaking. "Are you Meredith McKay?"
Rodney's scowl darkened a few notches. "Meredith Rodney McKay. Doctor McKay to you. Who are you and what are you doing --" in my City, he almost said, but managed to switch verbal gears at the last minute. "... here," he finished, somewhat lamely.
"I'm Richard Woolsey, Mage First Class." Woolsey swept a hand around him to indicate the portal chamber, the crowd, the piles of crates and equipment everywhere ... the soldiers. "We appreciate the service you and your fellow waystation keepers have done for the Earth, keeping the city in good repair over the years, but I'm here to tell you that it won't be needed anymore." He cleared his throat again. "We've come to open the Atlantis waystation for business again, and reestablish trade between our galaxies, as it was before the War."
Rodney stared at them, and felt the bottom drop out of his world.
Rec Category: Alternate Universe ('Ocean' themed fics, as I only managed 2 of these last time)
Characters: John/Rodney, Teyla, Ronon, Woolsey, Jeannie, Carson, Radek, et al.
Categories: slash
Warnings: Nil
Authors on DW:
sholio and naye Authors' Websites: See the AO3
Link: A Clear and Different Light on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is a delightful longfic - in fact a series, in which everyone's a bit magical. Rodney's raised by whales, Teyla does Athosian rune-magic, Ronon has wings, and John's a mage with fae blood. There's plot, action, romance, and adventure - a great fantasy read!
"Who the hell are you people?" Rodney demanded loudly.
The babble of conversation hushed, and everyone swung around to stare at him. Rodney was suddenly, acutely aware that he hadn't bothered to stop and put on pants -- he wore nothing but his swim trunks, and was leaving a trail of water on the floor. The idea of getting dressed hadn't even occurred to him. The Athosians didn't have nudity taboos, and living in the City alone, he'd gotten out of the habit. He wasn't even sure if he still owned shoes.
Well, no help for it. He crossed his arms and tilted his chin up, trying not to pay attention to the weapons bristling at the sides of many of the Earthers. "Well?"
The crowd shuffled aside to clear the way for a nervous-looking, apparently unarmed man in a black Magic Division uniform, with red command stripes. He was balding, bespectacled; everything about him screamed bureaucrat. He cleared his throat several times, fretfully, before speaking. "Are you Meredith McKay?"
Rodney's scowl darkened a few notches. "Meredith Rodney McKay. Doctor McKay to you. Who are you and what are you doing --" in my City, he almost said, but managed to switch verbal gears at the last minute. "... here," he finished, somewhat lamely.
"I'm Richard Woolsey, Mage First Class." Woolsey swept a hand around him to indicate the portal chamber, the crowd, the piles of crates and equipment everywhere ... the soldiers. "We appreciate the service you and your fellow waystation keepers have done for the Earth, keeping the city in good repair over the years, but I'm here to tell you that it won't be needed anymore." He cleared his throat again. "We've come to open the Atlantis waystation for business again, and reestablish trade between our galaxies, as it was before the War."
Rodney stared at them, and felt the bottom drop out of his world.
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Date: 2018-04-12 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-04-12 10:22 am (UTC)