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Guardian by ladyflowdi (T)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan
Pairings: Rodney/John
Categories: slash, hurt/comfort, angst, episode related, episode: s02e14 grace under pressure
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, (minor character death, hallucinations)
Words: 7,361
Author's Journal: n/a
Author's Website: ladyflowdi on AO3
Link: Guardian
Author’s summary: Rodney deals with survivors guilt. Tag for Grace Under Pressure.
Why This Must Be Read: The fic, already written in 2006 right after the episode Grace under Pressure, is so beautifully, so compassionately, and so full of love. It's heartwarming and wonderful, and it holds a beautiful balance between drama and lightheartedness—providing a heartbreaking overlap of Rodney’s childhood experiences with current events, making everything even more intense. It's an intriguing take on his character, his background and his development to the Rodney we know and love.
Mixing in a caring John and a tender and blossoming Mcshep relationship and you get a perfect fic I can't recommend enough.
John laughed that god awful snorting choke of his that was half Kermit and half dying sheep, which just set Rodney off, so it wasn’t any surprise that they made it all the way to the Jumper bay without Rodney really realizing where it was John was taking him.
When he realized where he was, when he looked in and saw all the Jumpers in their drive bays, quiet and asleep… well, he was proud of the fact that he didn’t stumble, not once. He just sort of folded in on himself. For a second he was sure that the blood was going to rush right out of his head and he was going to be two hundred and fifty pounds of concussed Canadian smeared on the floor. If John hadn’t been there, hadn’t had his hand on Rodney’s shoulder to keep him steady, Rodney was sure it would have happened.
He didn’t bring out the barrage of insults roaring in his brain. This was so very beyond this. All he managed was, “No.”
“Look, Rodney,” John said, and whipped out the Leader Mask, which was firm and understanding at the same time. Rodney hated that face. Sometimes he felt like bitch slapping the sweet-talk right off of it. “It’s been a week. You can’t avoid this forever.”
“Watch me.”
John sighed. “Then I can’t let you back on mission rotation.”
Oh, God. “What?”
“You know exactly ‘what’.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Watch me,” John said, and eased the sting of Rodney’s own words being thrown back in his face by adding, “You know why, Rodney. I’ve sent good soldiers back through the gate for less.”
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan
Pairings: Rodney/John
Categories: slash, hurt/comfort, angst, episode related, episode: s02e14 grace under pressure
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, (minor character death, hallucinations)
Words: 7,361
Author's Journal: n/a
Author's Website: ladyflowdi on AO3
Link: Guardian
Author’s summary: Rodney deals with survivors guilt. Tag for Grace Under Pressure.
Why This Must Be Read: The fic, already written in 2006 right after the episode Grace under Pressure, is so beautifully, so compassionately, and so full of love. It's heartwarming and wonderful, and it holds a beautiful balance between drama and lightheartedness—providing a heartbreaking overlap of Rodney’s childhood experiences with current events, making everything even more intense. It's an intriguing take on his character, his background and his development to the Rodney we know and love.
Mixing in a caring John and a tender and blossoming Mcshep relationship and you get a perfect fic I can't recommend enough.
John laughed that god awful snorting choke of his that was half Kermit and half dying sheep, which just set Rodney off, so it wasn’t any surprise that they made it all the way to the Jumper bay without Rodney really realizing where it was John was taking him.
When he realized where he was, when he looked in and saw all the Jumpers in their drive bays, quiet and asleep… well, he was proud of the fact that he didn’t stumble, not once. He just sort of folded in on himself. For a second he was sure that the blood was going to rush right out of his head and he was going to be two hundred and fifty pounds of concussed Canadian smeared on the floor. If John hadn’t been there, hadn’t had his hand on Rodney’s shoulder to keep him steady, Rodney was sure it would have happened.
He didn’t bring out the barrage of insults roaring in his brain. This was so very beyond this. All he managed was, “No.”
“Look, Rodney,” John said, and whipped out the Leader Mask, which was firm and understanding at the same time. Rodney hated that face. Sometimes he felt like bitch slapping the sweet-talk right off of it. “It’s been a week. You can’t avoid this forever.”
“Watch me.”
John sighed. “Then I can’t let you back on mission rotation.”
Oh, God. “What?”
“You know exactly ‘what’.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Watch me,” John said, and eased the sting of Rodney’s own words being thrown back in his face by adding, “You know why, Rodney. I’ve sent good soldiers back through the gate for less.”