John Discovers Fire by RosiePaw (M)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: slash, hurt/comfort, angst
Warnings: no archive warnings apply
Words: 10,231
Author's Journal: n/a
Author's Website: RosiePaw on AO3
Link: John Discovers Fire
Why This Must Be Read: This wonderful fic by Rosiepaw is an absolute gem. It’s written from John’s POV and is a hilarious yet sensitive 'getting together' story, with everyone delightfully struggling around a mentally-reset Rodney. After an accident, he’s robbed of all learned abilities, but of course, he’s still a genius—giving everyone a run for their money while clinging only to John, bringing out mutual protectiveness and care. It’s incredibly funny and sweet, and yes, it’s really hot too. It gives you all the best feelings!
“Okay, this is how it’s going down,” said John. “Everyone get away from the door.” He stood up and approached the open doorway, making sure he was in view from the pile of furniture. Then he ostentatiously drew his sidearm and handed it off to Lorne, who looked unhappy.
“Rodney, buddy, I don’t know if you recognize me, but I’m hoping you do. I’m gonna walk in there, nice and easy, and you’re gonna let me, okay?”
“Colonel,” hissed Lorne.
“Might work,” Ronon contradicted. “I trusted Sheppard. Here, take these.” He handed over a napkin-wrapped package that smelled like... “Got ‘em from the mess. Chocolate with chocolate chips.”
“Bait for the wild McKay? Thanks.” John stepped into the room, holding the package ahead of himself at arms’ length. There were rustling noises from behind the pile of furniture.
“These are for you, Rodney.” A step forward. “Thought your blood sugar might be dropping by now.” Another step. “Don’t want you to get hurt, Rodney.” Not ever, thought John. You’ve been hurt too many times already.
Almost there now, a couple more steps... John jumped a little when Rodney started talking again, loud and excited but not quite yelling. More like a conversation?
Holding his position, John tried to reply. “Can you smell the cookies, Rodney? They’re for you. A gift. Sort of a, uh, token of safety. We don’t want to hurt you. We want you to be safe, Rodney. I want you to be safe.”
Another step took him, finally, in sight of Rodney. Also in sight of the Beretta Rodney was holding in one hand and the knife he was holding in the other. Rodney was barefoot and still dressed in infirmary scrubs, but the weapons, the lifted chin and the laser-blue glare put paid to any appearance of vulnerability.
John wished he had a camera.
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: slash, hurt/comfort, angst
Warnings: no archive warnings apply
Words: 10,231
Author's Journal: n/a
Author's Website: RosiePaw on AO3
Link: John Discovers Fire
Why This Must Be Read: This wonderful fic by Rosiepaw is an absolute gem. It’s written from John’s POV and is a hilarious yet sensitive 'getting together' story, with everyone delightfully struggling around a mentally-reset Rodney. After an accident, he’s robbed of all learned abilities, but of course, he’s still a genius—giving everyone a run for their money while clinging only to John, bringing out mutual protectiveness and care. It’s incredibly funny and sweet, and yes, it’s really hot too. It gives you all the best feelings!
“Okay, this is how it’s going down,” said John. “Everyone get away from the door.” He stood up and approached the open doorway, making sure he was in view from the pile of furniture. Then he ostentatiously drew his sidearm and handed it off to Lorne, who looked unhappy.
“Rodney, buddy, I don’t know if you recognize me, but I’m hoping you do. I’m gonna walk in there, nice and easy, and you’re gonna let me, okay?”
“Colonel,” hissed Lorne.
“Might work,” Ronon contradicted. “I trusted Sheppard. Here, take these.” He handed over a napkin-wrapped package that smelled like... “Got ‘em from the mess. Chocolate with chocolate chips.”
“Bait for the wild McKay? Thanks.” John stepped into the room, holding the package ahead of himself at arms’ length. There were rustling noises from behind the pile of furniture.
“These are for you, Rodney.” A step forward. “Thought your blood sugar might be dropping by now.” Another step. “Don’t want you to get hurt, Rodney.” Not ever, thought John. You’ve been hurt too many times already.
Almost there now, a couple more steps... John jumped a little when Rodney started talking again, loud and excited but not quite yelling. More like a conversation?
Holding his position, John tried to reply. “Can you smell the cookies, Rodney? They’re for you. A gift. Sort of a, uh, token of safety. We don’t want to hurt you. We want you to be safe, Rodney. I want you to be safe.”
Another step took him, finally, in sight of Rodney. Also in sight of the Beretta Rodney was holding in one hand and the knife he was holding in the other. Rodney was barefoot and still dressed in infirmary scrubs, but the weapons, the lifted chin and the laser-blue glare put paid to any appearance of vulnerability.
John wished he had a camera.
