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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir, Laura Cadman, Carson Beckett, Radek Zelenka
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: Slash
Warnings: None
Words: ~8.5k
Author's Journal:trinityofone
Author's Website: AO3
Link: DADT, Damyata, Dayadhvam
Why This Must Be Read: I just love angsty DADT fics, and this is an interesting take on the application of the policy: everyone in the armed forces or US government gets a chip that stops them acting or speaking in any way that violates DADT. Rodney didn't give it a second thought when he signed up. Cue one John Sheppard walking into his life and things get complicated. What I love most about this fic are the awfully poignant and subtle ways people try to get around the policy and the chip, the deep sense of righteous anger that John has (and the ways he resents Rodney's seemingly blasé attitude about it), and the absolutely satisfyingly smug way in which Rodney saves the day. If you like reading DADT type McShep fics, this is a must read.
“It was an accident!” Rodney said. “I was drunk!”
Sheppard shrugged again. “It can’t know that. And do you really think it would care if it did?”
“But I’m not—” Rodney started—and there it was again, less intense this time for the more minor infraction, but still: white hot. Pain. Water sloshed onto his wrist.
Sheppard pried the glass from his fingers and set it on the nightstand. Then he picked up Rodney’s pants from the floor and passed them over, his face turned away. Rodney blushed, newly aware that he was naked, but he dragged himself shakily to his feet and started pulling on his clothes.
“This is bullshit,” he said, and it was like other discoveries he had made, in the past: suddenly obvious, like he had been looking at the truth all the time. “This whole thing—total bullshit.”
“How nice that’s finally registered for you, McKay,” Sheppard said, the utter lack of sympathy in his voice almost as shocking as the DADT had been.
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir, Laura Cadman, Carson Beckett, Radek Zelenka
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: Slash
Warnings: None
Words: ~8.5k
Author's Journal:
trinityofoneAuthor's Website: AO3
Link: DADT, Damyata, Dayadhvam
Why This Must Be Read: I just love angsty DADT fics, and this is an interesting take on the application of the policy: everyone in the armed forces or US government gets a chip that stops them acting or speaking in any way that violates DADT. Rodney didn't give it a second thought when he signed up. Cue one John Sheppard walking into his life and things get complicated. What I love most about this fic are the awfully poignant and subtle ways people try to get around the policy and the chip, the deep sense of righteous anger that John has (and the ways he resents Rodney's seemingly blasé attitude about it), and the absolutely satisfyingly smug way in which Rodney saves the day. If you like reading DADT type McShep fics, this is a must read.
“It was an accident!” Rodney said. “I was drunk!”
Sheppard shrugged again. “It can’t know that. And do you really think it would care if it did?”
“But I’m not—” Rodney started—and there it was again, less intense this time for the more minor infraction, but still: white hot. Pain. Water sloshed onto his wrist.
Sheppard pried the glass from his fingers and set it on the nightstand. Then he picked up Rodney’s pants from the floor and passed them over, his face turned away. Rodney blushed, newly aware that he was naked, but he dragged himself shakily to his feet and started pulling on his clothes.
“This is bullshit,” he said, and it was like other discoveries he had made, in the past: suddenly obvious, like he had been looking at the truth all the time. “This whole thing—total bullshit.”
“How nice that’s finally registered for you, McKay,” Sheppard said, the utter lack of sympathy in his voice almost as shocking as the DADT had been.
