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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Elizabeth/Rodney
Characters: Elizabeth Weir/Rodney McKay, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: F/M, M/M
Words: 8628
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW: justabi
Author's Website: justabi on AO3
Link: We Used To Be Friends on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: my recs this month will be Elizabeth, Rodney, and John in fact, in various combinations. This one features Elizabeth of The Return, back on Earth, depressed and dealing with many unanswered messages from Rodney as she reflects on her life, and their past relationship. At the end there are mentions of Rodney and John getting together, but that's more in the background. Justabi wrote the story for a remix challenge, taking a story by kho (the series of messages left by Rodney) and expanding on them, making it a new story. In this remix, Rodney and Elizabeth used to be married but there's a mystery about why their marriage ended many years ago, and why there's no record of it in her personnel file. I enjoyed this embroidering on canon, and to grasp the answer about what happened you have to pick up on hints and details throughout the fic, until more is made clear near the end.
Elizabeth. Rodney. Call me back. It’s about… no, no, no, don’t touch that, do you… are you trying to make all of the blood come pouring out of your ears, or is that just a cool side effect in IDIOT LAND?
Elizabeth smiles, shakes her head and erases the message. The familiarity of his voice berating his minions only gives her a slight pang of heartache. She pulls the covers over her head and stays in bed anyway.
The king sized hotel bed with it's 500 thread count sheets and enormous fluffy down comforter is infinitely nicer than her tiny, smaller-than-twin sized, hard as a rock, beloved, terribly-missed bed in Atlantis anyway. She needs to get a bed of her own, an apartment of her own now that she's back on Earth. Her old house isn't her home anymore. It belongs to Simon and his new wife and Elizabeth's dog.
Where will she live? What will she do with herself? Why do the men in her life always steal her pets? Is she ripe enough to need a shower more than she needs to go back to sleep? Pressing questions, all, but they shall have to wait for tomorrow. Unless Stargate Command calls with better questions for her, she has big plans to spend the day underneath the fluffy, white duvet and try not to dream of home.
As it turns out she dreams of Atlantis anyway.
Rec Category: Elizabeth/Rodney
Characters: Elizabeth Weir/Rodney McKay, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: F/M, M/M
Words: 8628
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW: justabi
Author's Website: justabi on AO3
Link: We Used To Be Friends on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: my recs this month will be Elizabeth, Rodney, and John in fact, in various combinations. This one features Elizabeth of The Return, back on Earth, depressed and dealing with many unanswered messages from Rodney as she reflects on her life, and their past relationship. At the end there are mentions of Rodney and John getting together, but that's more in the background. Justabi wrote the story for a remix challenge, taking a story by kho (the series of messages left by Rodney) and expanding on them, making it a new story. In this remix, Rodney and Elizabeth used to be married but there's a mystery about why their marriage ended many years ago, and why there's no record of it in her personnel file. I enjoyed this embroidering on canon, and to grasp the answer about what happened you have to pick up on hints and details throughout the fic, until more is made clear near the end.
Elizabeth. Rodney. Call me back. It’s about… no, no, no, don’t touch that, do you… are you trying to make all of the blood come pouring out of your ears, or is that just a cool side effect in IDIOT LAND?
Elizabeth smiles, shakes her head and erases the message. The familiarity of his voice berating his minions only gives her a slight pang of heartache. She pulls the covers over her head and stays in bed anyway.
The king sized hotel bed with it's 500 thread count sheets and enormous fluffy down comforter is infinitely nicer than her tiny, smaller-than-twin sized, hard as a rock, beloved, terribly-missed bed in Atlantis anyway. She needs to get a bed of her own, an apartment of her own now that she's back on Earth. Her old house isn't her home anymore. It belongs to Simon and his new wife and Elizabeth's dog.
Where will she live? What will she do with herself? Why do the men in her life always steal her pets? Is she ripe enough to need a shower more than she needs to go back to sleep? Pressing questions, all, but they shall have to wait for tomorrow. Unless Stargate Command calls with better questions for her, she has big plans to spend the day underneath the fluffy, white duvet and try not to dream of home.
As it turns out she dreams of Atlantis anyway.
