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Playing With Matches by Randomeliza (NC-17)
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Pairing: John/Rodney
Category: Slash
Warning: Sex, Language
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elizayabanci
Author's Website: n/a
Link: http://elizayabanci.livejournal.com/1066.html
Why This Must Be Read: This story was written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
reel_sga challenge, based on Cupid Takes a Holiday. Rodney's family history says he'll go insane if he's not married by age 35, so Jeannie, pressured by the rest of the family, insists he go to a matchmaker -- Zelenka and Sons, with the annoying surfer dude receptionist. But all the dates he gets set up with are a disaster. The premise is naturally crack-in-the-making, and the execution doesn't disappoint. The phone calls between Jeannie and Rodney and John and Rodney alone are howlingly funny.
Excerpt:
And then he had to face it. He'd promised Jeannie, and even if he could manage to get out of it somehow, she'd know if he didn't go through with it. She'd know, and she'd make his life a living hell. But it might just be worth it, he thought.
As if in response, his mobile phone rang. "McKay."
"I assume you are currently walking out the door," Jeannie said calmly. "And I assume you will then be driving to see Zelenka and Sons, where you will then sit and listen to everything the nice matchmaker has to say, and pretend to be someone whom it is actually possible to match with someone. I assume this from afar, Rodinka. Do not make me come assume it while driving you there myself."
"Stop calling me!" Rodney yelled. "I'm a grown man, I don't have to do what my sister tells me to!"
"You know better than that, Rodney," Jeannie said, sighing. "Go. Car. Now."
He hung up on her. He vaguely considered driving to whatever bar was open and drinking himself into a stupor, despite the number of incredibly valuable brain cells that might kill. But added to the damage Jeannie's shrieking would surely do later, it didn't seem worth it.
Which is how he found himself, thirty minutes later, sitting in the parking lot, staring at the tasteful office building where Zelenka and Sons purported to reside.
Pairing: John/Rodney
Category: Slash
Warning: Sex, Language
Author on LJ:
elizayabanciAuthor's Website: n/a
Link: http://elizayabanci.livejournal.com/1066.html
Why This Must Be Read: This story was written for the
reel_sga challenge, based on Cupid Takes a Holiday. Rodney's family history says he'll go insane if he's not married by age 35, so Jeannie, pressured by the rest of the family, insists he go to a matchmaker -- Zelenka and Sons, with the annoying surfer dude receptionist. But all the dates he gets set up with are a disaster. The premise is naturally crack-in-the-making, and the execution doesn't disappoint. The phone calls between Jeannie and Rodney and John and Rodney alone are howlingly funny. Excerpt:
And then he had to face it. He'd promised Jeannie, and even if he could manage to get out of it somehow, she'd know if he didn't go through with it. She'd know, and she'd make his life a living hell. But it might just be worth it, he thought.
As if in response, his mobile phone rang. "McKay."
"I assume you are currently walking out the door," Jeannie said calmly. "And I assume you will then be driving to see Zelenka and Sons, where you will then sit and listen to everything the nice matchmaker has to say, and pretend to be someone whom it is actually possible to match with someone. I assume this from afar, Rodinka. Do not make me come assume it while driving you there myself."
"Stop calling me!" Rodney yelled. "I'm a grown man, I don't have to do what my sister tells me to!"
"You know better than that, Rodney," Jeannie said, sighing. "Go. Car. Now."
He hung up on her. He vaguely considered driving to whatever bar was open and drinking himself into a stupor, despite the number of incredibly valuable brain cells that might kill. But added to the damage Jeannie's shrieking would surely do later, it didn't seem worth it.
Which is how he found himself, thirty minutes later, sitting in the parking lot, staring at the tasteful office building where Zelenka and Sons purported to reside.