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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Epidode-related
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Categories: slash
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW:sgamadison
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: It's a Wonderful Life, Rodney McKay on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is the ultimate fix-it for a fix-it. It's an episode tag to "The Last Man", itself a fix-it for John being wrenched millennia forwards into the red-desert future of the city. This fic makes old!Rodney's situation at the end of the (wrong) alternate timeline right, in a very satisfying manner. It starts sad of course, but don't let that put you off - it's a great comfort read.
He got out of the car carefully, and made his way slowly toward the entrance to his building. The last thing he wanted to do was break a hip. The warm air inside the foyer felt wonderful after the sleet-driven mess outside, and he walked more briskly down the corridor to his apartment. Food and a hot bath would do wonders, he was sure.
As he entered the apartment and turned on the overhead light, he was struck by how similar the room looked to the set of a one-act play. The light poured down from the ceiling above, spilling in a little glow around the circle of white boards and work stations. This was the place where all the action had taken place in the play that had been Rodney’s life for the last few decades. How unsatisfactory a drama it must have been for his imaginary audience. Little interaction with the outside world, hours of him standing at his boards and writing down equations, only to erase them the next moment. And no, no resolution, either.
There was little in the apartment that was not devoted to The Problem. Instead of furniture grouped around a plasma-screen television, everything was centered around a smart board, where he’d completed the complex math needed to calculate how best to use a solar flare to do his bidding. He’d been in such a hurry to leave that partially full coffee cups and cartons of Chinese takeout had been left unattended, which probably accounted for the nose-wrinkling odor. All the books on the shelves were technical, with only a scattering of sci-fi stories for a little light reading. He noticed with fresh eyes that most of his movies had a similar theme as well; dealing with time travel or alternative realities.
“Wow,” he said to the silent room, “when I do obsession, I do it right.”
Rec Category: Epidode-related
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Categories: slash
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW:
sgamadison Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: It's a Wonderful Life, Rodney McKay on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is the ultimate fix-it for a fix-it. It's an episode tag to "The Last Man", itself a fix-it for John being wrenched millennia forwards into the red-desert future of the city. This fic makes old!Rodney's situation at the end of the (wrong) alternate timeline right, in a very satisfying manner. It starts sad of course, but don't let that put you off - it's a great comfort read.
He got out of the car carefully, and made his way slowly toward the entrance to his building. The last thing he wanted to do was break a hip. The warm air inside the foyer felt wonderful after the sleet-driven mess outside, and he walked more briskly down the corridor to his apartment. Food and a hot bath would do wonders, he was sure.
As he entered the apartment and turned on the overhead light, he was struck by how similar the room looked to the set of a one-act play. The light poured down from the ceiling above, spilling in a little glow around the circle of white boards and work stations. This was the place where all the action had taken place in the play that had been Rodney’s life for the last few decades. How unsatisfactory a drama it must have been for his imaginary audience. Little interaction with the outside world, hours of him standing at his boards and writing down equations, only to erase them the next moment. And no, no resolution, either.
There was little in the apartment that was not devoted to The Problem. Instead of furniture grouped around a plasma-screen television, everything was centered around a smart board, where he’d completed the complex math needed to calculate how best to use a solar flare to do his bidding. He’d been in such a hurry to leave that partially full coffee cups and cartons of Chinese takeout had been left unattended, which probably accounted for the nose-wrinkling odor. All the books on the shelves were technical, with only a scattering of sci-fi stories for a little light reading. He noticed with fresh eyes that most of his movies had a similar theme as well; dealing with time travel or alternative realities.
“Wow,” he said to the silent room, “when I do obsession, I do it right.”
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