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Show: SGA
Rec Category: Episode Related
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Radek Zelenka
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: Slash, Episode Related, Five Things, Drama
Warnings: None
Author’s Website:
laceymcbain
Link: Five Impossible Things Rodney McKay Did Before Breakfast
Why This Must Be Read: This story makes great use of the grounding stations we see in The Storm/The Eye. Rodney needs to re-direct electricity again. Meanwhile, he and Sheppard are throwing off sparks too. Nicely written.
It starts as an energy spike so small no one else would’ve noticed—except Rodney knows Atlantis’s Circadian rhythms better than his own, and he feels something is off, feels it the way some people sense the brittle electricity in the air, the pull of stiffening joints and know a storm is coming. He watches the spike form and fluctuate, pulsing faintly on his laptop screen like a second heartbeat, slow and slightly irregular. The rhythm finds its way under his skin as the hot water eases the muscles of his back; it settles in his brain like a song he can’t forget as he tugs on his uniform and heads for the still-empty lab. In the grey light of dawn, rain begins to bead on the windows, and he hears the first rumble of thunder, low and distant. The energy readouts look like the bass line from every piece of punk rock he’d listened to in the eighties. The rise and fall, mostly within normal parameters, seem perfectly harmless.
And then they aren’t.
Rec Category: Episode Related
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Radek Zelenka
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: Slash, Episode Related, Five Things, Drama
Warnings: None
Author’s Website:
Link: Five Impossible Things Rodney McKay Did Before Breakfast
Why This Must Be Read: This story makes great use of the grounding stations we see in The Storm/The Eye. Rodney needs to re-direct electricity again. Meanwhile, he and Sheppard are throwing off sparks too. Nicely written.
It starts as an energy spike so small no one else would’ve noticed—except Rodney knows Atlantis’s Circadian rhythms better than his own, and he feels something is off, feels it the way some people sense the brittle electricity in the air, the pull of stiffening joints and know a storm is coming. He watches the spike form and fluctuate, pulsing faintly on his laptop screen like a second heartbeat, slow and slightly irregular. The rhythm finds its way under his skin as the hot water eases the muscles of his back; it settles in his brain like a song he can’t forget as he tugs on his uniform and heads for the still-empty lab. In the grey light of dawn, rain begins to bead on the windows, and he hears the first rumble of thunder, low and distant. The energy readouts look like the bass line from every piece of punk rock he’d listened to in the eighties. The rise and fall, mostly within normal parameters, seem perfectly harmless.
And then they aren’t.