Hand Wash Only by LogicGunn (M)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: slash, misunderstandings, crossdressing, established relationship, pov John Sheppard
Warnings: no warnings apply
Word count: 3.440
Author's Journal:logicgunn
Author's Website: LogicGunn on AO3
Link: Hand Wash Only
Author’s summary: It’s so late on a Sunday night that it might actually be Monday morning when Rodney answers his door and tells John to “Fuck off, Colonel.” It’s the ‘Colonel’ that clues John into the fact that Rodney’s genuinely pissed more than the ‘fuck off’; he’s been ‘John’ for months now, ever since their first tentative kiss in the infirmary after a mission gone badly wrong.
Why This Must Be Read: It's a wonderful fic written by the awesome Logicgunn that I love coming back to because it touches me so much every single time. The story involves cross-dressing which she handles with sensitivity and care. It begins with a misunderstanding that leaves Rodney devastated and defeated, and John feeling vulnerable and exposed. However, it wouldn't be one of her fics if she didn't turn everything around for the best, warming your heart and giving it an amazingly hot ending.
“What’s up with McKay?” asks Ronon, turning in his seat to watch Rodney sit down with his back to them.
“I don’t know,” replies John, stabbing his bacon. “He probably has some super-secret science stuff to discuss.”
Teyla raises an eyebrow over her mug but says nothing. There’s no one more attuned to people’s emotions, but she’s content to take a step back when it comes to John and Rodney’s relationship, allowing them to make their own mistakes and learn from them instead of protecting them from themselves. Sometimes, like now, John resents her for it. He shoves a whole rasher of bacon in his mouth to stop himself confessing last night’s events and is relieved when Major Lorne radios him about a fracas in the gym.
“Got to go,” says John. He tidies away his half-eaten breakfast and rushes out of the mess hall as fast as he can without actually running, feeling his teammates eyes on the back of his head as he tries not to look desperate.
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: slash, misunderstandings, crossdressing, established relationship, pov John Sheppard
Warnings: no warnings apply
Word count: 3.440
Author's Journal:
logicgunnAuthor's Website: LogicGunn on AO3
Link: Hand Wash Only
Author’s summary: It’s so late on a Sunday night that it might actually be Monday morning when Rodney answers his door and tells John to “Fuck off, Colonel.” It’s the ‘Colonel’ that clues John into the fact that Rodney’s genuinely pissed more than the ‘fuck off’; he’s been ‘John’ for months now, ever since their first tentative kiss in the infirmary after a mission gone badly wrong.
Why This Must Be Read: It's a wonderful fic written by the awesome Logicgunn that I love coming back to because it touches me so much every single time. The story involves cross-dressing which she handles with sensitivity and care. It begins with a misunderstanding that leaves Rodney devastated and defeated, and John feeling vulnerable and exposed. However, it wouldn't be one of her fics if she didn't turn everything around for the best, warming your heart and giving it an amazingly hot ending.
“What’s up with McKay?” asks Ronon, turning in his seat to watch Rodney sit down with his back to them.
“I don’t know,” replies John, stabbing his bacon. “He probably has some super-secret science stuff to discuss.”
Teyla raises an eyebrow over her mug but says nothing. There’s no one more attuned to people’s emotions, but she’s content to take a step back when it comes to John and Rodney’s relationship, allowing them to make their own mistakes and learn from them instead of protecting them from themselves. Sometimes, like now, John resents her for it. He shoves a whole rasher of bacon in his mouth to stop himself confessing last night’s events and is relieved when Major Lorne radios him about a fracas in the gym.
“Got to go,” says John. He tidies away his half-eaten breakfast and rushes out of the mess hall as fast as he can without actually running, feeling his teammates eyes on the back of his head as he tries not to look desperate.
