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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Radek Zelenka, Miko Kusanagi, Evan Lorne, Sam Carter, Aiden Ford, Jeannie Miller
Categories: M/M
Warnings: Nil
Author on LJ: eye_queue
Author's Website: Just LJ, as above
Link: Strangers on a Six Train on LJ (Part 1 - click through for Part 2)
Why This Must Be Read: The fic is introduced by the author as: "This is pretty much the number one most ridiculous thing to ever exist. Enjoy!" Rodney gets claustrophobic on the crowded train (ah, those were the days!) and John helps him through it. It's a classic tale of chance meetings, pining, obliviousness, misunderstandings, and of course, the essential happy ending. Romantic and charming - a fun Earth-based AU with no stargates.
He felt breath on the back of his neck and wanted to scream, to fight his way out and jump onto the track where it was dirty and rat-infested and he would probably die but it would be cooler and no one would be breathing on him, so slowly, and how could someone on a train this fucking crowded be breathing so slow, so hot and infuriatingly slow on his neck when Rodney couldn’t breathe at all? He wrenched his hand off of the pole and scratched furiously at his ear. The train stopped suddenly. Unsupported, Rodney hurdled sideways, bounced off the pole --hard-- and tripped backward, swearing, right into Slow-Breather’s personal space. Slow-Breather caught him easily by the elbows.
“Not a fan of small spaces, are you, buddy?” said Slow-Breather, rather inanely. In addition to breathing slowly and having bony knees (he had crooked one in between Rodney’s legs to keep him from falling to the ground, and action Rodney recognized as completely unnecessary since the sheer volume of passengers would prevent him from falling anywhere but into other people), the guy talked funny, like some kind of pothead California cowboy-- infuriatingly slow, of course, with am amused tinge of warmth and a soft drawl that Rodney refused to find really, really sexy, because this was already the worst day of his life and he was not going to add ‘sexual identity crisis’ to the list of things that were stressing him out right now.
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Radek Zelenka, Miko Kusanagi, Evan Lorne, Sam Carter, Aiden Ford, Jeannie Miller
Categories: M/M
Warnings: Nil
Author on LJ: eye_queue
Author's Website: Just LJ, as above
Link: Strangers on a Six Train on LJ (Part 1 - click through for Part 2)
Why This Must Be Read: The fic is introduced by the author as: "This is pretty much the number one most ridiculous thing to ever exist. Enjoy!" Rodney gets claustrophobic on the crowded train (ah, those were the days!) and John helps him through it. It's a classic tale of chance meetings, pining, obliviousness, misunderstandings, and of course, the essential happy ending. Romantic and charming - a fun Earth-based AU with no stargates.
He felt breath on the back of his neck and wanted to scream, to fight his way out and jump onto the track where it was dirty and rat-infested and he would probably die but it would be cooler and no one would be breathing on him, so slowly, and how could someone on a train this fucking crowded be breathing so slow, so hot and infuriatingly slow on his neck when Rodney couldn’t breathe at all? He wrenched his hand off of the pole and scratched furiously at his ear. The train stopped suddenly. Unsupported, Rodney hurdled sideways, bounced off the pole --hard-- and tripped backward, swearing, right into Slow-Breather’s personal space. Slow-Breather caught him easily by the elbows.
“Not a fan of small spaces, are you, buddy?” said Slow-Breather, rather inanely. In addition to breathing slowly and having bony knees (he had crooked one in between Rodney’s legs to keep him from falling to the ground, and action Rodney recognized as completely unnecessary since the sheer volume of passengers would prevent him from falling anywhere but into other people), the guy talked funny, like some kind of pothead California cowboy-- infuriatingly slow, of course, with am amused tinge of warmth and a soft drawl that Rodney refused to find really, really sexy, because this was already the worst day of his life and he was not going to add ‘sexual identity crisis’ to the list of things that were stressing him out right now.
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Date: 2020-11-20 02:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-11-21 03:26 am (UTC)