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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan
Categories: M/M
Words: 10,517
Warnings: No AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:berty
Author's Website: Berty on AO3
Link: When You Piece It All Together, It's A Love Story
Why This Must Be Read: This is a feel-good story that starts with John literally bowling Rodney over. John's an ecologically conscious rock star and Rodney, a physicist, of course has no idea who he is, or not at first. It's set in London initially, so it's a little like Notting Hill but without the bookshop, and with Rodney more clueless about celebrities and decidedly mouthier! :) It's a fun romance, with Ronon as John's head of security and Teyla as the inspiration for John's ethical consciousness.
"Geez, buddy. Are you okay?"
An American. Of course. The British were an uptight, socially retarded, covertly patronising race in his opinion, but Rodney had never had one mow him down at 5.30 on a Wednesday morning.
Rodney glared at the reflection of his own face, absurdly distorted in the mirrored lenses of the man's sunglasses, and held out a hand for some assistance.
The man stared at him blankly for a couple of seconds, forcing Rodney to flap his hand in an undignified manner. Finally, he took it and helped Rodney to his feet, which was a much better position from which to deliver the haranguing that Rodney was going to unleash, just as soon as he caught his breath.
"I'm sorry, buddy. You just… you came out of nowhere," jogging-guy said, shaking his head.
Rodney glared, using the three seconds it took him to order his upcoming and devastating diatribe to examine his attacker. The man was tall and slim; what he imagined some people with a more charitable and poetic soul than his own might call rangy. His skin was lightly tanned and hairy, and he wore his running shoes, shorts and t-shirt with more ease than Rodney knew he could ever pull off in similar circumstances. All this was topped off with an infuriating half-amused, half-wary smile and a ridiculous explosion of dark, messy hair.
"Well congratulations, Mary Decker," Rodney began, feeling the heat of incipient bruises swelling across his hip and back, and wondering if he'd fractured something, "you've just put theoretical astrophysics back by ten years. Are you blind? Are you incapable of basic directional changes? I mean, who knows how many of my irreplaceable brain cells you've killed in your selfish quest for personal beauty?"
And damn him if jogging-guy's smile didn't come out from lurking behind apology and break across his face like the slow, warm slide of melted butter across toast. Rodney had a sudden, insane urge to snatch the man's stupid sunglasses off his face and see if his eyes were as insolent as his relaxed body-language suggested.
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan
Categories: M/M
Words: 10,517
Warnings: No AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:
berty Author's Website: Berty on AO3
Link: When You Piece It All Together, It's A Love Story
Why This Must Be Read: This is a feel-good story that starts with John literally bowling Rodney over. John's an ecologically conscious rock star and Rodney, a physicist, of course has no idea who he is, or not at first. It's set in London initially, so it's a little like Notting Hill but without the bookshop, and with Rodney more clueless about celebrities and decidedly mouthier! :) It's a fun romance, with Ronon as John's head of security and Teyla as the inspiration for John's ethical consciousness.
"Geez, buddy. Are you okay?"
An American. Of course. The British were an uptight, socially retarded, covertly patronising race in his opinion, but Rodney had never had one mow him down at 5.30 on a Wednesday morning.
Rodney glared at the reflection of his own face, absurdly distorted in the mirrored lenses of the man's sunglasses, and held out a hand for some assistance.
The man stared at him blankly for a couple of seconds, forcing Rodney to flap his hand in an undignified manner. Finally, he took it and helped Rodney to his feet, which was a much better position from which to deliver the haranguing that Rodney was going to unleash, just as soon as he caught his breath.
"I'm sorry, buddy. You just… you came out of nowhere," jogging-guy said, shaking his head.
Rodney glared, using the three seconds it took him to order his upcoming and devastating diatribe to examine his attacker. The man was tall and slim; what he imagined some people with a more charitable and poetic soul than his own might call rangy. His skin was lightly tanned and hairy, and he wore his running shoes, shorts and t-shirt with more ease than Rodney knew he could ever pull off in similar circumstances. All this was topped off with an infuriating half-amused, half-wary smile and a ridiculous explosion of dark, messy hair.
"Well congratulations, Mary Decker," Rodney began, feeling the heat of incipient bruises swelling across his hip and back, and wondering if he'd fractured something, "you've just put theoretical astrophysics back by ten years. Are you blind? Are you incapable of basic directional changes? I mean, who knows how many of my irreplaceable brain cells you've killed in your selfish quest for personal beauty?"
And damn him if jogging-guy's smile didn't come out from lurking behind apology and break across his face like the slow, warm slide of melted butter across toast. Rodney had a sudden, insane urge to snatch the man's stupid sunglasses off his face and see if his eyes were as insolent as his relaxed body-language suggested.
