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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Carson Beckett, Richard Woolsey
Categories: M/M
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Word count: ~18,400
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: liketheriverrun on LJ
Link: Water, Sweat, Scotch on LJ (and backup on Wayback) - in each case the link at the end of Part 1 leads to Part 2.
Why This Must Be Read: Another older fic, and just on LJ. This is a classic hurt/comfort story set after "Inquisition" - John and Rodney are unjustly punished by a vindictive member of the tribunal by being banished to a desert planet that's barely survivable, with almost no food or water, soaring temperatures, flash floods, and alien predators. Excellent action/adventure, and Rodney's life hangs in the balance as a desperate John has to watch him get sick, and then fall into a delirium.
"Tell me… again… why we couldn’t… put the tent… by the gate?" McKay panted as he squinted against the blazing sun. The heat was radiating back up from the red sandstones that seemed to go on for as far as he could see in all directions.
"Gate’s in a flood plain," Sheppard explained, shifting his overloaded pack and looking further up the sloped surface they were climbing.
Rodney waved his arms to encompass the environment surrounding them. "It’s a goddamn desert!"
"Goddamn deserts have goddamn flash floods," Sheppard told him, already starting their ascent once more. "And there are storm clouds building off in the distance. We could have rain later this afternoon… if we’re lucky."
This wasn’t what he’d expected at all when the court had found Atlantis guilty of crimes against Pegasus. Sure, he knew that they’d be sent to a world with no means to dial out through the gate, and he’d been right that there was no DHD on the planet. But he’d thought they’d be sent to some remote world that perhaps had a village with some sort of shelter and the possibility of food to scavenge from the forest and a nice stream flowing with abundant water. Not Dante’s ninth level of Hell.
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Carson Beckett, Richard Woolsey
Categories: M/M
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Word count: ~18,400
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: liketheriverrun on LJ
Link: Water, Sweat, Scotch on LJ (and backup on Wayback) - in each case the link at the end of Part 1 leads to Part 2.
Why This Must Be Read: Another older fic, and just on LJ. This is a classic hurt/comfort story set after "Inquisition" - John and Rodney are unjustly punished by a vindictive member of the tribunal by being banished to a desert planet that's barely survivable, with almost no food or water, soaring temperatures, flash floods, and alien predators. Excellent action/adventure, and Rodney's life hangs in the balance as a desperate John has to watch him get sick, and then fall into a delirium.
"Tell me… again… why we couldn’t… put the tent… by the gate?" McKay panted as he squinted against the blazing sun. The heat was radiating back up from the red sandstones that seemed to go on for as far as he could see in all directions.
"Gate’s in a flood plain," Sheppard explained, shifting his overloaded pack and looking further up the sloped surface they were climbing.
Rodney waved his arms to encompass the environment surrounding them. "It’s a goddamn desert!"
"Goddamn deserts have goddamn flash floods," Sheppard told him, already starting their ascent once more. "And there are storm clouds building off in the distance. We could have rain later this afternoon… if we’re lucky."
This wasn’t what he’d expected at all when the court had found Atlantis guilty of crimes against Pegasus. Sure, he knew that they’d be sent to a world with no means to dial out through the gate, and he’d been right that there was no DHD on the planet. But he’d thought they’d be sent to some remote world that perhaps had a village with some sort of shelter and the possibility of food to scavenge from the forest and a nice stream flowing with abundant water. Not Dante’s ninth level of Hell.
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Date: 2021-03-17 03:28 am (UTC)Oh, my! I thought I had all of Like the River's fic saved, but I missed this one. Thank you!
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