Inflorescence (by Eliade) (Teen)
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stargateficrecShows: SGA
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Elizabeth Weir, Teyla Emmagan
Categories: M/M
Words: 1952
Warnings: none apply. Sex pollen but not really dubcon.
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: Eliade SGA fics on LJ, Eliade's old website (SG1 etc.)
Link: Inflorescence on LJ
Why This Must Be Read: A very nice sex pollen fic, with lots of humor and fun characterisation, esp. of Rodney and John. Beautifully written ofc, because Eliade!
"Rodney was strafed by begonias," John said seriously. "He took a bad hit."
That was the limit. "You mock my pain!" he said, and then smacked John in the arm with his fist.
"Ow!" John said, eyes more wounded than muscle, not that Rodney was falling for that puppy-eyed gaze.
Raging, he stomped ahead of them through the gate and into Beckett's waiting arms. So to speak. The infirmary visit was as tedious as always and Beckett claimed to find nothing, of course, but what did he know. These were alien organisms. These things didn't always show up on first view in your average medical scanner. Okay, granted, nothing was setting off the city's quarantine sensors, but Rodney trusted those about as much as he trusted Beckett's bedside manner. Ten thousand year old machinery; you put your life in its hands only when you absolutely had to.
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Elizabeth Weir, Teyla Emmagan
Categories: M/M
Words: 1952
Warnings: none apply. Sex pollen but not really dubcon.
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: Eliade SGA fics on LJ, Eliade's old website (SG1 etc.)
Link: Inflorescence on LJ
Why This Must Be Read: A very nice sex pollen fic, with lots of humor and fun characterisation, esp. of Rodney and John. Beautifully written ofc, because Eliade!
"Rodney was strafed by begonias," John said seriously. "He took a bad hit."
That was the limit. "You mock my pain!" he said, and then smacked John in the arm with his fist.
"Ow!" John said, eyes more wounded than muscle, not that Rodney was falling for that puppy-eyed gaze.
Raging, he stomped ahead of them through the gate and into Beckett's waiting arms. So to speak. The infirmary visit was as tedious as always and Beckett claimed to find nothing, of course, but what did he know. These were alien organisms. These things didn't always show up on first view in your average medical scanner. Okay, granted, nothing was setting off the city's quarantine sensors, but Rodney trusted those about as much as he trusted Beckett's bedside manner. Ten thousand year old machinery; you put your life in its hands only when you absolutely had to.
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Date: 2026-04-13 08:31 am (UTC)