Push/Pull (by Jane Elliot) (E)
Jan. 15th, 2020 02:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mific posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: AU
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Carson Beckett, Radek Zelenka, Elizabeth Weir, Jack O'Neill, Kavanagh
Categories: M/M
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW: nope
Author's Website: sadly, no more
Link: Push/Pull (on the Wayback Machine)
Why This Must Be Read: This is a gripping and romantic story, but JaneElliot's journals and prior website are disestablished now, so this story can only be accessed via Wayback. I thought I'd rec it as it hasn't been done here before, so that there's a working link, and as it's a marvellous read. It's an AU where Rodney's connected with the SGC but John's a homeless vet, and they literally run into each other, as the excerpt below describes. Rodney then takes John home while he slowly recuperates, which goes about how you might expect, given Rodney's social skills and John's near-feral state. The characterisations are excellent, and it's enormously satisfying - try not to stay up all night reading!
There was a sickening thud as the car slammed into the stumbling man's knees and the car continued to roll forward for another couple of feet before jerking to a halt. Rodney shoved the gearshift into park while throwing open his door. He distantly registered the other men scattering, but didn't spare them a glance as he fell to his knees beside the body in the street.
At first glance, in the glaring light and stark shadows of the car's headlights, the man appeared to be dead. Rodney found himself babbling under his breath as he frantically searched for a pulse: "No you can't be dead I can't have killed you I wasn't going that fast and I'm going to win the Nobel Prize someday but not if I'm in jail comeonwakeuppleasebealive--"
The man gasped slightly and his eyes slowly blinked open. Rodney gratefully gave up his fruitless search for a pulse, hung his head, and murmured, "Oh, thank god."
Taking a deep breath, Rodney looked at the man's face for the first time. He was thin, too thin, with wild hair and a scruffy beard, but there was still an undeniable beauty in the angles of his face and the softness of his lips. In the uneven light the man's eyes were like bottomless wells and Rodney had to look away before he could force a question from his suddenly dry throat. "Are you all right? No, of course you aren't all right. Are you in pain? Oh, god, what am I -- of course you're in pain. I'm sorry, I don't do this very -- Listen, just relax, okay? I'm going to call an ambulance."
Suddenly a bony hand latched onto Rodney's wrist with a surprising grip. "No!" the man on the road croaked out in a rough, desperate voice. "No hospital!"
Rec Category: AU
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Carson Beckett, Radek Zelenka, Elizabeth Weir, Jack O'Neill, Kavanagh
Categories: M/M
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW: nope
Author's Website: sadly, no more
Link: Push/Pull (on the Wayback Machine)
Why This Must Be Read: This is a gripping and romantic story, but JaneElliot's journals and prior website are disestablished now, so this story can only be accessed via Wayback. I thought I'd rec it as it hasn't been done here before, so that there's a working link, and as it's a marvellous read. It's an AU where Rodney's connected with the SGC but John's a homeless vet, and they literally run into each other, as the excerpt below describes. Rodney then takes John home while he slowly recuperates, which goes about how you might expect, given Rodney's social skills and John's near-feral state. The characterisations are excellent, and it's enormously satisfying - try not to stay up all night reading!
There was a sickening thud as the car slammed into the stumbling man's knees and the car continued to roll forward for another couple of feet before jerking to a halt. Rodney shoved the gearshift into park while throwing open his door. He distantly registered the other men scattering, but didn't spare them a glance as he fell to his knees beside the body in the street.
At first glance, in the glaring light and stark shadows of the car's headlights, the man appeared to be dead. Rodney found himself babbling under his breath as he frantically searched for a pulse: "No you can't be dead I can't have killed you I wasn't going that fast and I'm going to win the Nobel Prize someday but not if I'm in jail comeonwakeuppleasebealive--"
The man gasped slightly and his eyes slowly blinked open. Rodney gratefully gave up his fruitless search for a pulse, hung his head, and murmured, "Oh, thank god."
Taking a deep breath, Rodney looked at the man's face for the first time. He was thin, too thin, with wild hair and a scruffy beard, but there was still an undeniable beauty in the angles of his face and the softness of his lips. In the uneven light the man's eyes were like bottomless wells and Rodney had to look away before he could force a question from his suddenly dry throat. "Are you all right? No, of course you aren't all right. Are you in pain? Oh, god, what am I -- of course you're in pain. I'm sorry, I don't do this very -- Listen, just relax, okay? I'm going to call an ambulance."
Suddenly a bony hand latched onto Rodney's wrist with a surprising grip. "No!" the man on the road croaked out in a rough, desperate voice. "No hospital!"
