Bagglevarger’s Theory of Inversive Magic by skoosiepants (PG-13)

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Hi! I'm rache, and I will be reccing Sheppard/McKay stories this month. I'm a big fan of AUs and stories with great dialog, so expect to see some of those here. In fact, I'm going to start my recs with one that has both.

Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Category: Crossover, AU, pre-slash
Warnings: fairly close to gen?
Author on LJ: skoosiepants
Author Website: Animagi di it naked

Link: Bagglevarger’s Theory of Inversive Magic

This story is a fusion of the world of Harry Potter and Stargate: Atlantis. The author takes the SGA characters and places them as teenage students at Hogwarts, but in the future of that universe; thus the HP characters other than a few minor ones, are rarely seen, and the SGA character have their skills and core traits traslated into this fusion universe.

Rodney, though, is still a scientist, even though in this universe he studies magic, and he has come across a mystery that he drags the other students, including John, in to investigate: the commemortive 'runes' on the marker for Harry Potter's last stand aren't actually runes at all.

Using that as the basis for the story, the author skillfully weaves together both universes, yet still captures the essence of who the SGA characters are from Rodney's determination to solve the mystery to John's inexplicable need to hang around with him anyway. The friendships still hold forth, and the world they inhabit is fascinating.

Plus the dialog is fast-paced and fun.



McKay brushed his chin with the feather end of his quill. “Radek got me thinking,” he said, then pulled out a borrowed Ancient Runes text. “Follow my brilliance, here—”

“McKay, you hate Ancient Runes,” John cut in. “You think it’s a huge waste of time.”

“Which is why I didn’t think of this before,” McKay conceded semi-graciously, “but this ties in pretty tightly with our work in Arithmancy. Look.” He flipped through to the last pages of the book, then spun it around and pushed it towards John. “What’s wrong with these charts?” He leaned back in his chair, smiling smugly.

John arched one brow, but dipped his head gamely to study the numbered glyphs. “I have no idea,” he finally drawled, looking up through his lashes to see McKay’s smirk go from smug to annoyed.

“Oh, come on. You’re not even trying,” he accused.

“Okay, okay,” John chuckled. “Um, well,” he thumbed through the pages again, pointing to a picture of a simple half moon, “some of these are off.”

McKay tapped his fingers impatiently on the table. “Of course they’re off, this is a fifth year text written under duress at the height of the Second War. Chuck left scribbles all over the eighth and tenth chapters, which are so completely mangled they boggle the mind. But what’s wrong,” he stressed, “is that they’re biological glyphs.”

John looked at him blankly. “And?”

“Have you even looked at the marker, Sheppard?” he demanded incredulously. “The carvings are all chevrons. There are no,” he flailed a hand, “geometrics in this. We’re missing something.”