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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Horror
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan/Carson Beckett, Radek Zelenka, Ronon Dex, Elizabeth Weir, Evan Lorne (here called Nick as this precedes the SGA writers naming him), Original Wraith Characters
Categories: M/M, F/M, Other
Words: 15,230
Warnings: Memory loss, Humans as pets/slaves, Enzyme dependence, Wraith predation
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: Gaiaanarchy on LJ
Link: The Wrong Side of the Tracks on LJ part 1, part 2
Why This Must Be Read: This is an extraordinary amalgam of horror, adventure, romance, and domesticity. It's a fusion of Disney's Lady and the Tramp storyline with SGA, with Rodney as "Lady" the pampered pet, John (of course) as the freedom-loving "Tramp", and a relatively enlightened Wraith queen (Princess) and her consort (Mate) as Rodney's owners. As in the Disney tale, all's well in Rodney's circumscribed world until his mistress gives birth to a hatching and becomes fully a queen, after which he feels neglected and runs off through the Stargate, where he's hopelessly naive and at risk, until John saves him. Rodney and John's relationship with the Wraith is superficially benign (even a bit mercenary in John's case), but throughout the story there are darker hints, as in the excerpt below. Rodney has lost most of his memories of the time before Mate gave him to Princess, Atlantis seems to have been lost, and the ending, oh, the ending... And yet. Princess does seem far more benign and enlightened than most Wraith, and her plans at the end make a frightening amount of sense, given the state of the world. Is it horror? I think so, but it's written so cleverly Gaia almost has me won over.
Rodney enjoyed his life. In the morning he woke, stretched all of the kinks out of his very stiff back, groaned until Mate uncurled from around his Princess, grumbling and trying to bury his face into her neck. Then Rodney would trot down to the bridge, grabbing the morning’s status report and taunting the acting captain until he snarled. Then he would climb back up to his masters’ nest to find Mate dressed and ready.
“Good man,” he would say, rubbing Rodney’s chest and bringing him breakfast.
“That doesn’t have any citrus, does it?” Rodney would demand until Princess laughed at him, stroking his chest and feeding him from her very own hand.
“That is not behavior befitting a Queen,” Mate would growl, but she would just giggle at him, high and stuttering, in feeling instead of speech.
“I am not yet a Queen,” she would say, though her cheeks would flush with longing, even as she continued to feed Rodney from her palm, assuring him that her scientists had double checked everything for the fruit he called citrus.
Then Mate would call in a servant to clean up the plates, before taking Rodney down to the labs, where Rodney would kneel at his feet for the daily inspection. Mate did not believe that Rodney’s closeness was proper, but he still loved him. Rodney could tell.
“What do you think, Pet?” he would ask, pulling him gracefully to his feet.
Rodney could feel his master’s laugher as he went from workbench to workbench ridiculing the work of each of his family’s scientists. “You think that will increase the range on your stun grenade? How would you like to be a charred husk, eh?” he would say. “And you? Where did you learn these power output algorithms? From a lobotomized kangaroo? No, no, no . . . just no! And you? After yesterday . . . why are you even still here? If I were running this place, I’d have you fed to the space monkeys. It’s a miracle we’re all still alive with idiots like this running the show.” And he would continue on until the scientists were properly cowed and Mate seemed pleased.
“Good job, Rodney,” he would say, with a smile, leaving Rodney to fix the latest fumbles of tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber while he went out to work with his brothers.
Rec Category: Horror
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan/Carson Beckett, Radek Zelenka, Ronon Dex, Elizabeth Weir, Evan Lorne (here called Nick as this precedes the SGA writers naming him), Original Wraith Characters
Categories: M/M, F/M, Other
Words: 15,230
Warnings: Memory loss, Humans as pets/slaves, Enzyme dependence, Wraith predation
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: Gaiaanarchy on LJ
Link: The Wrong Side of the Tracks on LJ part 1, part 2
Why This Must Be Read: This is an extraordinary amalgam of horror, adventure, romance, and domesticity. It's a fusion of Disney's Lady and the Tramp storyline with SGA, with Rodney as "Lady" the pampered pet, John (of course) as the freedom-loving "Tramp", and a relatively enlightened Wraith queen (Princess) and her consort (Mate) as Rodney's owners. As in the Disney tale, all's well in Rodney's circumscribed world until his mistress gives birth to a hatching and becomes fully a queen, after which he feels neglected and runs off through the Stargate, where he's hopelessly naive and at risk, until John saves him. Rodney and John's relationship with the Wraith is superficially benign (even a bit mercenary in John's case), but throughout the story there are darker hints, as in the excerpt below. Rodney has lost most of his memories of the time before Mate gave him to Princess, Atlantis seems to have been lost, and the ending, oh, the ending... And yet. Princess does seem far more benign and enlightened than most Wraith, and her plans at the end make a frightening amount of sense, given the state of the world. Is it horror? I think so, but it's written so cleverly Gaia almost has me won over.
Rodney enjoyed his life. In the morning he woke, stretched all of the kinks out of his very stiff back, groaned until Mate uncurled from around his Princess, grumbling and trying to bury his face into her neck. Then Rodney would trot down to the bridge, grabbing the morning’s status report and taunting the acting captain until he snarled. Then he would climb back up to his masters’ nest to find Mate dressed and ready.
“Good man,” he would say, rubbing Rodney’s chest and bringing him breakfast.
“That doesn’t have any citrus, does it?” Rodney would demand until Princess laughed at him, stroking his chest and feeding him from her very own hand.
“That is not behavior befitting a Queen,” Mate would growl, but she would just giggle at him, high and stuttering, in feeling instead of speech.
“I am not yet a Queen,” she would say, though her cheeks would flush with longing, even as she continued to feed Rodney from her palm, assuring him that her scientists had double checked everything for the fruit he called citrus.
Then Mate would call in a servant to clean up the plates, before taking Rodney down to the labs, where Rodney would kneel at his feet for the daily inspection. Mate did not believe that Rodney’s closeness was proper, but he still loved him. Rodney could tell.
“What do you think, Pet?” he would ask, pulling him gracefully to his feet.
Rodney could feel his master’s laugher as he went from workbench to workbench ridiculing the work of each of his family’s scientists. “You think that will increase the range on your stun grenade? How would you like to be a charred husk, eh?” he would say. “And you? Where did you learn these power output algorithms? From a lobotomized kangaroo? No, no, no . . . just no! And you? After yesterday . . . why are you even still here? If I were running this place, I’d have you fed to the space monkeys. It’s a miracle we’re all still alive with idiots like this running the show.” And he would continue on until the scientists were properly cowed and Mate seemed pleased.
“Good job, Rodney,” he would say, with a smile, leaving Rodney to fix the latest fumbles of tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber while he went out to work with his brothers.
