stargateficrec | Listen Twice as Much as You Speak by Bluebrocade (R)

Rec Category: Het-other Rodney/Teyla

Pairing: Rodney McKay/Teyla Emmagen
Category: Het, friendship, humour
Warning: het, sexual scenes, John-whumping
Author on LJ:

bluebrocade
Author's Website: http://bluebrocade.livejournal.com/tag/fic+index

Link: Listen Twice As Much As You Speak

Why this must be read:

They had agreed to meet at 1200 today to continue working on 'Project Sheppard’s Doom', as he liked to think of it. It sounded more diabolical that way. Certainly more so than 'Project Hanging Out with Teyla to Drive Sheppard Insane'.

Here we have the old trick of pretending to plot against someone in order to drive them absolutely insane. Of course considering what John did he probably deserves it, at least a little bit :)

Both Rodney and Teyla feel bad that they've never really gotten to know each other and find that we they start hanging out to plot John's doom they find that they've actually got a lot in common and start to develop a real friendship

Bluebrocade gets Rodney's voice exactly right, as well as his terminal case of foot in mouth disease, which comes into play in a big way. The Radek characterisation is also great with him freely speaking his mind to Rodney. There's also a nice Elizabeth and Teyla friendship scene

Rodney watched Teyla leave then mechanically picked up the synthesizer and placed it back on the table. He noticed vaguely that it was broken.

He sat on the bed, staring into the distance, trying to think. He felt odd—distant and fuzzy. His thoughts kept slipping away. He noticed his heart was pounding and looked down at it, as if he could see it beating away inside his ribcage. He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.

A sense memory of Teyla’s lips on his bubbled to the surface of his mind, and he lifted a hand to his mouth, touching his lips. ‘Jesus. Teyla...’ He thought of her soft smile, her subtle but wicked sense of humor, her quiet strength and calming presence. ‘What just hap—OH MY GOD!’ Rodney jumped up, smashing into the folding table. The synthesizer plunged to the floor again.

He smacked himself on the forehead several times. “Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he yelled aloud. “A beautiful woman throws herself at you and you—you freeze?! You just sit there! Great, just great. Smooth move, Meredith.”

He paced back and forth, his mind spinning. Teyla and him? It wasn’t feasible. The variables were all wrong. For one thing she was—let’s face it, way out of his league. He stopped pacing abruptly and shook his head. What the hell? Since when was anyone out of his league? He was a genius. And not too shabby looking. Women should be—women should be throwing themselves at him.

Teyla though...Teyla was special. She was—except for ‘smarter’, she was pretty much every ‘-er’ there was. Stronger, braver, prettier, calmer, nicer. And she wasn’t dumb. Not as smart as him, of course. No one was. But not dumb. Quite intelligent actually. He’d had a great time hanging out with her these past few weeks and not just because he was torturing Sheppard at the same time. Teyla was fun to hang out with and—he smacked himself on the forehead again—he wanted to spend more time with her. Jesus. Maybe he was dumb. Teyla was wonderful. And perfect. And actually attracted to him. And he’d practically shoved her out the door!