stargateficrec | Rosemary, for Remembrance (by Mhalachai) (T)

Show: SGA
Rec Category: Het (the dreaded het! But of course I'm going to cheat freely in my interpretation)
Characters: Rodney McKay/John or Joan Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Richard Woolsey, Jennifer Keller, Radek Zelenka, Evan Lorne, etc.
Categories: F/M and M/M
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW:

mhalachai
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Rosemary, for Remembrance on AO3 (and as in the comments,

vicki_rae has pointed out there's a sequel, which is ALSO GREAT: Forgetting What I Never Knew, on LJ) And the sequel is now on AO3!
Why This Must Be Read: This is not of course pure het, but as a genderbending fic, there are lots of interesting contrasts between Sheppard as a woman and as a man, and her, or his, developing relationship with Rodney - given impetus as it turns out Rodney's the only one other than Sheppard who's aware of the changes. In this story Sheppard's sometimes male and sometimes female, thanks (probably) to those wacky Ancients again. There's angst and drama and an eventual resolution, and it's an excellent read.

Fork frozen midway to his mouth, Rodney turned to look at the person seated to his right.

The wide green eyes were exactly the same, but everything else was just different enough to stop the words in Rodney's throat. The fine dark hair lay in spiky folds around a face sharper and softer at the same time, pale cheeks that had never seen five-o'clock shadow, a delicate chin, and a narrow nose that looked like it had been broken at least once in the distant past. Then the woman with John Sheppard's eyes lifted her eyebrow and Rodney choked on the air.

"McKay?"

Rodney dropped his fork at the same time he pushed his chair back from the table, resulting in scrambled eggs smearing across his lap. But since John Sheppard was apparently a girl today, it mattered not at all.

"Who the hell are you?" Rodney demanded.

Girl-Sheppard's expression froze into ice, all emotion shutting down. A second later, the woman's face shifted into tired concern, but it was too late. Rodney had seen it.