By Any Other Name by Shaddyr (T)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Original Characters
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: slash, altered mental states, hurt/comfort
Warnings: no warnings apply (AO3), (note: deals with mental institutions)
Words: 20,050
Author's Journal:shaddyr
Author's Website: Shaddyr on AO3
Link: By Any Other Name
Author’s summary: Even when he doesn't know his own name, Rodney is still - well, Rodney.
Why This Must Be Read:
This fic revolves around Rodney—drugged, incoherent, and trapped alone in a dire situation—yet he's still himself: brilliant and unstoppable. The story delivers intensity, angst, and gripping whump, masterfully balancing Rodney's desperation with a badass determination. You also get compassionate OC's, Ronon’s quiet strength, and John’s unwavering resolve as they try to come to the rescue. This fic pulls you in with a restless urgency—you won’t be able to stop reading until you see where it all leads. If you love raw emotion, high stakes, and characters pushing through despair, this is a must-read.
"Miss the ocean..." he said as he tried to focus, but everything was hazy around him, colours wrong and unreal. Like the fog planet when you knew the truth. "Need my team, need to get out of here..."
"I understand, Mr. Meier," the man whispered to him. "And I'm trying to help you do that, but I need to you to remain silent. Can you please do that?"
The sound of the lawyer's voice was odd and stretched out. Why did the man keep calling him that? He didn't want to listen any more, he wanted to walk away, but he couldn't seem to stand up. He peered up owlishly at the man sitting behind the desk. The bench. The judge. Right. He was waiting for an answer.
"Council, did Mr. Meier have a statement to share with the court?"
"No, your Honor-"
"Need to get out of here," he said, voice scratchy and uneven. He needed to make sure the judge knew. But he couldn't trust the judge, or councils, he couldn't trust anyone but Team. "Need my Team."
The man beside him put a hand on his arm. "Mr. Meier, please! Just let me represent you!"
"Don't call me that!" He yanked his arm away, accidentally knocking over the water glass on the table, splashing himself and the police officer beside him.
The judge watched the scene unfold before him, and then leaned forward on his elbows. "Mr. Meier, if you have something to add-"
Tendrils of anger cut through the fog. "S'not my name!" he bellowed, so frustrated he felt the prickle of tears in the corners of his eyes. Stupid morons!
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Original Characters
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: slash, altered mental states, hurt/comfort
Warnings: no warnings apply (AO3), (note: deals with mental institutions)
Words: 20,050
Author's Journal:
shaddyrAuthor's Website: Shaddyr on AO3
Link: By Any Other Name
Author’s summary: Even when he doesn't know his own name, Rodney is still - well, Rodney.
Why This Must Be Read:
This fic revolves around Rodney—drugged, incoherent, and trapped alone in a dire situation—yet he's still himself: brilliant and unstoppable. The story delivers intensity, angst, and gripping whump, masterfully balancing Rodney's desperation with a badass determination. You also get compassionate OC's, Ronon’s quiet strength, and John’s unwavering resolve as they try to come to the rescue. This fic pulls you in with a restless urgency—you won’t be able to stop reading until you see where it all leads. If you love raw emotion, high stakes, and characters pushing through despair, this is a must-read.
"Miss the ocean..." he said as he tried to focus, but everything was hazy around him, colours wrong and unreal. Like the fog planet when you knew the truth. "Need my team, need to get out of here..."
"I understand, Mr. Meier," the man whispered to him. "And I'm trying to help you do that, but I need to you to remain silent. Can you please do that?"
The sound of the lawyer's voice was odd and stretched out. Why did the man keep calling him that? He didn't want to listen any more, he wanted to walk away, but he couldn't seem to stand up. He peered up owlishly at the man sitting behind the desk. The bench. The judge. Right. He was waiting for an answer.
"Council, did Mr. Meier have a statement to share with the court?"
"No, your Honor-"
"Need to get out of here," he said, voice scratchy and uneven. He needed to make sure the judge knew. But he couldn't trust the judge, or councils, he couldn't trust anyone but Team. "Need my Team."
The man beside him put a hand on his arm. "Mr. Meier, please! Just let me represent you!"
"Don't call me that!" He yanked his arm away, accidentally knocking over the water glass on the table, splashing himself and the police officer beside him.
The judge watched the scene unfold before him, and then leaned forward on his elbows. "Mr. Meier, if you have something to add-"
Tendrils of anger cut through the fog. "S'not my name!" he bellowed, so frustrated he felt the prickle of tears in the corners of his eyes. Stupid morons!
