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stargateficrecShows: SGA, The West Wing
Rec Category: crossovers
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Ronon Dex
Categories: M/M
Words: 1819
Warnings: none apply
Author on DW:torakowalski
Author's Website: torakowalski on AO3
Link: The Best Defence Is An Eight Foot Giant on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is a chapter in a White House AU torakowalski played with, where Rodney and John are part of the West Wing crew and in a relationship. John's a speech writer and Rodney, worried about the number of death threats he's received, arranges a bodyguard for him. You can guess who! It's funny and a distraction from current goings on, and they're very much in character.
Rodney’s eyes lit up. “Yes,” he said, sounding excited and already reaching for his desk phone. “You should get a bodyguard.”
Just as quickly, John leaned across the desk and grabbed Rodney’s hand, bringing it back from the phone. “We have Lorne and the gang,” John said, waving his hand in the vague direction of the security checkpoint where Marines stood guard all day and night.
“Oh good.” Rodney rolled his eyes. “Lorne. As long as no one tries to shoot you above shoulder height, he’ll be very helpful. Honestly, shouldn’t bodyguards be eight-foot hulks?”
“Lorne’s great, Rodney,” John promised, hopping down from the desk. “Now, I’ve got a speech to write. See you later, okay?”
Rec Category: crossovers
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Ronon Dex
Categories: M/M
Words: 1819
Warnings: none apply
Author on DW:
torakowalskiAuthor's Website: torakowalski on AO3
Link: The Best Defence Is An Eight Foot Giant on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is a chapter in a White House AU torakowalski played with, where Rodney and John are part of the West Wing crew and in a relationship. John's a speech writer and Rodney, worried about the number of death threats he's received, arranges a bodyguard for him. You can guess who! It's funny and a distraction from current goings on, and they're very much in character.
Rodney’s eyes lit up. “Yes,” he said, sounding excited and already reaching for his desk phone. “You should get a bodyguard.”
Just as quickly, John leaned across the desk and grabbed Rodney’s hand, bringing it back from the phone. “We have Lorne and the gang,” John said, waving his hand in the vague direction of the security checkpoint where Marines stood guard all day and night.
“Oh good.” Rodney rolled his eyes. “Lorne. As long as no one tries to shoot you above shoulder height, he’ll be very helpful. Honestly, shouldn’t bodyguards be eight-foot hulks?”
“Lorne’s great, Rodney,” John promised, hopping down from the desk. “Now, I’ve got a speech to write. See you later, okay?”
