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stargateficrec2020-09-11 02:04 am
mific) wrote in stargateficrec2020-09-11 02:04 am
Hole (by rhymer23) (G)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Genfic
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: on AO3 and old website via Wayback
Link: Hole on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is a great little teamfic featuring Rodney who's in a bit of a pickle - stuck, with unknown life-signs closing in and his teammates not being a whole lot of help. It's humorous, very in character for them all, and a fun read.
"No. Oh no. Oh no." Rodney turned his body carefully, making sure that his right hand was behind his back. With his other hand, he gestured sharply with the life-signs detector. "Someone's coming."
"What sort of someone?" Sheppard asked, as Ronon simultaneously asked, "How many?"
Rodney subtly pulled at his finger. "Lots," he said, and, "How should I know? This thing doesn't colour-code the dots – red for people you don't like, white for friendlies, green for things we can eat, blue for hot girls…" He strained harder. Still nothing. "Purple for… for…"
"Ascended Ancients," Sheppard said, though his face said Rodney…
Rec Category: Genfic
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: on AO3 and old website via Wayback
Link: Hole on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is a great little teamfic featuring Rodney who's in a bit of a pickle - stuck, with unknown life-signs closing in and his teammates not being a whole lot of help. It's humorous, very in character for them all, and a fun read.
"No. Oh no. Oh no." Rodney turned his body carefully, making sure that his right hand was behind his back. With his other hand, he gestured sharply with the life-signs detector. "Someone's coming."
"What sort of someone?" Sheppard asked, as Ronon simultaneously asked, "How many?"
Rodney subtly pulled at his finger. "Lots," he said, and, "How should I know? This thing doesn't colour-code the dots – red for people you don't like, white for friendlies, green for things we can eat, blue for hot girls…" He strained harder. Still nothing. "Purple for… for…"
"Ascended Ancients," Sheppard said, though his face said Rodney…
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