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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Podfics (of kidfic)
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Laura Cadman, OMC (Finn McKay), OFC (Merrie Sheppard)
Categories: M/M
Length: 15:04:22 for the whole 'verse
Warnings: No AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:sheafrotherdon and librarychick_94
Author's Websites: sheafrotherdon on AO3, and librarychick_94 on AO3
Links: Podfics with streaming on the Audiofic Archive A Farm in Iowa 'verse - compiled
Podfic posts on AO3 here
Text versions on AO3 here
Why This Must BeRead Heard: This is another classic series, and to make it easier to do a complete listen I recently compiled all of librarychick_94's podfic posts into one page, with all the streaming links, on the Audiofic Archive. It's a great kidfic AU with a ton of humour and family feels, wonderfully read by librarychick_94. A tour de force for everyone involved!
"Alright?" The driver's quivering with indignation or shock or something, his face an unnatural shade of pink "Do I seem like I'd be alright? My car is in a ditch! What sort of roads do you people have out here? Is this a trick? A lure? A test for people who don't know their way around your . . . your . . ." He gestures, as if to take in everything around them – the oak trees by the creek, the wide open fields, the farmhouse – and dismiss them all out of hand.
John quirks an eyebrow. "John Sheppard," he says, extending a mostly clean hand.
"Sheppard. Of course. How appropriate, with the rural, farming . . . " the driver's words fade into an exasperated sigh. "Dr Rodney McKay." He shakes John's hand and promptly wipes his palm down his own trousers, leaving a smear of oil behind.
John valiantly doesn't show his amusement. This guy's a trip. "Need a phone?"
McKay waves a hand, and digs in his jacket pocket, brandishing a cell phone as if it's something John might not have seen before. "I have one. Thank you."
John waits for him to work out they're out of range of any tower.
"What do you mean there's no signal?" McKay splutters at his phone, as if it might have an answer for him. "Where in hell am I?"
"Cedar County," John says blandly. This is ridiculous, but also pretty fun. "Maybe my land line'd help?"
"Land line." McKay says the words as if they're roughly the equivalent of smallpox. "Sure."
Rec Category: Podfics (of kidfic)
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Laura Cadman, OMC (Finn McKay), OFC (Merrie Sheppard)
Categories: M/M
Length: 15:04:22 for the whole 'verse
Warnings: No AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:
sheafrotherdon and librarychick_94 Author's Websites: sheafrotherdon on AO3, and librarychick_94 on AO3
Links: Podfics with streaming on the Audiofic Archive A Farm in Iowa 'verse - compiled
Podfic posts on AO3 here
Text versions on AO3 here
Why This Must Be
"Alright?" The driver's quivering with indignation or shock or something, his face an unnatural shade of pink "Do I seem like I'd be alright? My car is in a ditch! What sort of roads do you people have out here? Is this a trick? A lure? A test for people who don't know their way around your . . . your . . ." He gestures, as if to take in everything around them – the oak trees by the creek, the wide open fields, the farmhouse – and dismiss them all out of hand.
John quirks an eyebrow. "John Sheppard," he says, extending a mostly clean hand.
"Sheppard. Of course. How appropriate, with the rural, farming . . . " the driver's words fade into an exasperated sigh. "Dr Rodney McKay." He shakes John's hand and promptly wipes his palm down his own trousers, leaving a smear of oil behind.
John valiantly doesn't show his amusement. This guy's a trip. "Need a phone?"
McKay waves a hand, and digs in his jacket pocket, brandishing a cell phone as if it's something John might not have seen before. "I have one. Thank you."
John waits for him to work out they're out of range of any tower.
"What do you mean there's no signal?" McKay splutters at his phone, as if it might have an answer for him. "Where in hell am I?"
"Cedar County," John says blandly. This is ridiculous, but also pretty fun. "Maybe my land line'd help?"
"Land line." McKay says the words as if they're roughly the equivalent of smallpox. "Sure."
