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Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Category: A/U, Slash
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:
toft_froggy
Author's Website: None that I know of. (Anyone know?)
Link: String Theory, a Concerto for Violin in D Minor
Why This Must Be Read:
How can I describe this fic in any way that does it justice? Reading this story is like watching two giant forces of nature, at odds with themselves and the world; a tornado and a hurricane, maybe, each battling the atmosphere for their own survival, even as they are being drawn inexorably toward each other. It's about finding your place in the universe.
Rodney McKay is an orchestra conductor and composer, world-renowned for both his brilliance and for his reclusive tendencies. John Sheppard is a slacker violinist, playing with invisible walls around him. Even if A/U's aren't your thing, please don't let the premise keep you from reading this story: you *will* recognize these characters. Toft keeps the boys (all of them) intact, and still manages to flesh them out within the context of the 'verse she's created. I promise you, it all makes perfect *sense*.
Two weeks before the concert, there’s a day when Rodney has a panic attack while stepping out of the door, and John rubs his back and says, “Easy, Rodney, you’re okay,” until Rodney is. He doesn’t go anywhere that day, and they see how far they can throw cheetos into a cup, watch about a zillion episodes of The Flintstones with John imitating Fred’s voice until Rodney nearly strangles him, then John sits in the chair and plays scales and exercises while Rodney lies on the floor and slowly feels the universe settle into place again.
Beautifully written, emotional and moving and surprisingly romantic; this story took my breath away, and never, ever gave it back.
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Category: A/U, Slash
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:
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Author's Website: None that I know of. (Anyone know?)
Link: String Theory, a Concerto for Violin in D Minor
Why This Must Be Read:
How can I describe this fic in any way that does it justice? Reading this story is like watching two giant forces of nature, at odds with themselves and the world; a tornado and a hurricane, maybe, each battling the atmosphere for their own survival, even as they are being drawn inexorably toward each other. It's about finding your place in the universe.
Rodney McKay is an orchestra conductor and composer, world-renowned for both his brilliance and for his reclusive tendencies. John Sheppard is a slacker violinist, playing with invisible walls around him. Even if A/U's aren't your thing, please don't let the premise keep you from reading this story: you *will* recognize these characters. Toft keeps the boys (all of them) intact, and still manages to flesh them out within the context of the 'verse she's created. I promise you, it all makes perfect *sense*.
Two weeks before the concert, there’s a day when Rodney has a panic attack while stepping out of the door, and John rubs his back and says, “Easy, Rodney, you’re okay,” until Rodney is. He doesn’t go anywhere that day, and they see how far they can throw cheetos into a cup, watch about a zillion episodes of The Flintstones with John imitating Fred’s voice until Rodney nearly strangles him, then John sits in the chair and plays scales and exercises while Rodney lies on the floor and slowly feels the universe settle into place again.
Beautifully written, emotional and moving and surprisingly romantic; this story took my breath away, and never, ever gave it back.
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Date: 2012-03-07 06:10 pm (UTC)