Music of the Spheres by NotTasha (G)
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Show: SGA
Rec Category: Gen
Characters: Rodney McKay, Original Character
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Creator chose not to use archive warnings. I would warn for there is some non-graphic description of mass village death including children.
Word Count: 4,860
Author's Journal: Unknown
Author's Website: NotTasha's AO3 Page
Link: Music of the Spheres
(This is my first time making a rec so I hope I did this right.)
Why This Must Be Read: NotTasha has always been one of my favorite SGA writers so I was excited to see she posted a new story after many years away from the fandom. This story is sweet and heart warming, with a darker backdrop. It includes so many of my favorite elements, including Rodney playing piano and bonding with a troubled kid.
This fic is short but the second story in the series Nash Stories. Both stories in the series are sweet and well worth reading. This one can likely stand on its own but I would recommend reading Weird Kid first (9,028 words) as it will make this story even more special.
Reaching the dry hallway, he sighed. This lonely place, this was his Atlantis… all his. He stopped at the open balcony and paused to watch the waves. He always stopped here. The waves broke most spectacularly just below. He breathed in the fresh salt air and could feel himself calming already. He continued on his way.
He was almost there when he heard it. Just one note – one musical note repeated. Baum Baum Baum. A0 – the lowest note on a piano – or a keyboard.
Rodney’s jaw dropped as he froze. “No!” he shouted. “No, no no!” and he ran the last steps, spinning into the green room where he’d stashed the keyboard – the domed room with the perfect acoustics in the lost arm of the city where nobody came except for one Rodney McKay. No one until now.
He was ready to let loose a torrent on whoever had dared intrude on his sanctuary. He raised his finger, ready to point and lambast, but was pulled up short as he saw who stood there –it was a child – a child with long black hair, eyes that were red and swollen, a face blotched with red and a nose dripping with ugly snot.