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Game On, by Melyanna (PG-13?)
Rec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir, mentions of past Elizabeth/Jack, and Carson/Cadman
Category: Action/Adventure, Romance, Alternate Universe, SG-1/SGA Crossover
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melyanna
Author's Website: Mirror, Mirror.
Link: Game On.
Author's Summery: When the Atlantis Cooperative's latest threat is at its doorstep, Agents Elizabeth Weir and John Sheppard find themselves dancing around a dangerous foe – and each other.
Why This Must Be Read: Melyanna has a gift for Alternate Universes that I personally think is unparalleled. She is, as far as I know, the mastermind behind several different AU communities - and, obviously,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spygate is one of them. This story takes place in this universe, where all the characters (from both SGA and SG-1) have been recast into the espionage business, with Elizabeth Weir and John Sheppard leading the chaos. It's fun. It's cool. It's perfectly in character in some ways, yet fantastically out of character in others (Elizabeth with a gun!). Elizabeth is perhaps written as the coolest character alive here, but Melyanna has in no way made her into a Mary Sue. John is equally as impressive and fleshed out, and have I praised her spygate universe enough yet? 'Cause I could go on, and on. And on. I kid you not.
Just read it, and all the otherspygate fics out there. You won't be disappointed at all.
“Honey?” Elizabeth called from the bathroom.
John didn’t even blink at the nickname. This was hardly the first time they’d posed as a married couple. “Need something, Isabella?”
She stepped out of the bathroom as he looked up, and for a moment John had to remind himself not to stare. Elizabeth was dressed in a gold silk gown that hugged her body in all the right places. She’d put a hint of red highlight in her hair since they’d gotten back from various shopping expeditions, and she was probably barefooted too – normally she wouldn’t have to hold up the hem of her dress.
John finally managed to look back at her face, and he saw that she was smiling. “It’s nice to know I still have this effect on you,” she said.
This time, it took him a moment to decide that she was probably still playing a part with him. The look on her face could have sent that statement either way, but John decided to play it safe. “Just wondering how it was I got you to marry me,” he said. “You look beautiful.”
Her smile was as genuine as the compliment. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
He held her gaze a moment longer, and then had to force himself to look at the floor, lest some baser instinct take control. “So, uh, what did you need?” he asked.
“My zipper’s stuck,” she said. “I’m not enough of a contortionist to fix it.”
He came up to her, and she turned around. John’s breath hitched for a moment as he caught sight of the back of the gown, or rather the lack of it. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen most of her body before in the course of first aid alone, just that she didn’t normally dress like this for long periods of time. She usually wore a bulletproof jacket when they went out to events like this.
He got to work on the zipper that ran up her right hip, trying to ignore the proximity of a good amount of Elizabeth’s skin. He wondered, too, why she was having this effect on him now. They’d always flirted a lot, and John did think she was just about the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but there was some truth to what Elizabeth had just said, whether she meant it as Isabella or as herself. He’d probably never get used to seeing her every day.
Finally, he freed the zipper pull from the shimmering fabric it had caught on and tugged it closed. “You’re done,” he said.
She turned around, still standing very close to him and smiling. “Thanks,” she replied. Then she put one hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. John recognized that this was all part of the role she was playing, but that didn’t stop him from indulging for a moment.
He let it last only a moment, though, before reluctantly pulling his mouth away from hers. “Room’s clean,” he said quietly. He’d run a sweep for bugs while she’d been in the bathroom.
“Oh.” She didn’t give anything away – didn’t look away, didn’t flinch, didn’t step back, didn’t blush – but somehow John knew Elizabeth was embarrassed, and he didn’t understand why. “I should finish getting ready,” she said.
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir, mentions of past Elizabeth/Jack, and Carson/Cadman
Category: Action/Adventure, Romance, Alternate Universe, SG-1/SGA Crossover
Author on LJ:
melyannaAuthor's Website: Mirror, Mirror.
Link: Game On.
Author's Summery: When the Atlantis Cooperative's latest threat is at its doorstep, Agents Elizabeth Weir and John Sheppard find themselves dancing around a dangerous foe – and each other.
Why This Must Be Read: Melyanna has a gift for Alternate Universes that I personally think is unparalleled. She is, as far as I know, the mastermind behind several different AU communities - and, obviously,
spygate is one of them. This story takes place in this universe, where all the characters (from both SGA and SG-1) have been recast into the espionage business, with Elizabeth Weir and John Sheppard leading the chaos. It's fun. It's cool. It's perfectly in character in some ways, yet fantastically out of character in others (Elizabeth with a gun!). Elizabeth is perhaps written as the coolest character alive here, but Melyanna has in no way made her into a Mary Sue. John is equally as impressive and fleshed out, and have I praised her spygate universe enough yet? 'Cause I could go on, and on. And on. I kid you not.Just read it, and all the other
spygate fics out there. You won't be disappointed at all.“Honey?” Elizabeth called from the bathroom.
John didn’t even blink at the nickname. This was hardly the first time they’d posed as a married couple. “Need something, Isabella?”
She stepped out of the bathroom as he looked up, and for a moment John had to remind himself not to stare. Elizabeth was dressed in a gold silk gown that hugged her body in all the right places. She’d put a hint of red highlight in her hair since they’d gotten back from various shopping expeditions, and she was probably barefooted too – normally she wouldn’t have to hold up the hem of her dress.
John finally managed to look back at her face, and he saw that she was smiling. “It’s nice to know I still have this effect on you,” she said.
This time, it took him a moment to decide that she was probably still playing a part with him. The look on her face could have sent that statement either way, but John decided to play it safe. “Just wondering how it was I got you to marry me,” he said. “You look beautiful.”
Her smile was as genuine as the compliment. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
He held her gaze a moment longer, and then had to force himself to look at the floor, lest some baser instinct take control. “So, uh, what did you need?” he asked.
“My zipper’s stuck,” she said. “I’m not enough of a contortionist to fix it.”
He came up to her, and she turned around. John’s breath hitched for a moment as he caught sight of the back of the gown, or rather the lack of it. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen most of her body before in the course of first aid alone, just that she didn’t normally dress like this for long periods of time. She usually wore a bulletproof jacket when they went out to events like this.
He got to work on the zipper that ran up her right hip, trying to ignore the proximity of a good amount of Elizabeth’s skin. He wondered, too, why she was having this effect on him now. They’d always flirted a lot, and John did think she was just about the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but there was some truth to what Elizabeth had just said, whether she meant it as Isabella or as herself. He’d probably never get used to seeing her every day.
Finally, he freed the zipper pull from the shimmering fabric it had caught on and tugged it closed. “You’re done,” he said.
She turned around, still standing very close to him and smiling. “Thanks,” she replied. Then she put one hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. John recognized that this was all part of the role she was playing, but that didn’t stop him from indulging for a moment.
He let it last only a moment, though, before reluctantly pulling his mouth away from hers. “Room’s clean,” he said quietly. He’d run a sweep for bugs while she’d been in the bathroom.
“Oh.” She didn’t give anything away – didn’t look away, didn’t flinch, didn’t step back, didn’t blush – but somehow John knew Elizabeth was embarrassed, and he didn’t understand why. “I should finish getting ready,” she said.