There's No Such Thing as Daniel Jackson by eleveninches

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Rec Category: Apocafic
Pairing: Rodney Mckay/John Sheppard
Category: AU, SGA/SG1 x-over
Warnings: None I can think of
Author on LJ: eleveninches
Author's Website: That Boy Ain't Right
Link: http://dejabu.robot-army.org/sgajackson.html

Why you should go read this right now:

Six months after a devastating attack against Earth, Sheppard gets a promotion and a reassignment to Russia, where he encounters evil aliens, Rodney McKay, SG-1, a possible plot against him -- and a series of unexplained visions. Alternate Universe. McKay/Sheppard.

This is a great story. Really funny, the flow is just perfect. John, and Rodney (and John and Rodney) is wonderful, as well as John's interactions with all the other people. Though an AU, the whole thing snaps together in a very stargate-y way. And the ending's great.

"Come on, what are the odds of me having the same gene as these guys?" John asked.

Much to the Scottish guy's obvious horror, John took a seat in the freaky blue chair. As soon as his ass touched the seat, the back reclined, startling him. The armrests under his hands lit up, and blue tinged his vision; the back of the chair had probably lit up too. The Scottish guy yelped, "Dr Weir! Don't move!" he lectured John, holding out a hand like he expect John to leap from the chair, and then he scurried off.

John couldn't get up if he tried. While he stared at the domed ceiling, frozen in place, several people ran up to him: Rodney, Scottish Guy, O'Neill, Weir, and a familiar-looking man wearing round glasses, all with identical shocked expressions.

"Who is this?" asked Weir. She was gazing at John like he was too good to be true.

"I said don't touch anything," said O'Neill, sounding pissed.

John was in so much trouble. "I-- I just sat down," he explained.

Rodney, looking like he'd packed on a few pounds and dressed in a puffy orange vest, instructed clearly, "Major, think about where we are in the solar system."

John did. In the empty space above him, a beautiful digital image of the solar system formed. It came out of nowhere, but McKay looked like he'd expected it.

"Did I do that?" John asked worriedly.

They all started talking at once. Rodney was making excited sweeps with his arms, and the beaming smile on Weir's face was blinding. Even O'Neill got into it. The four of them seemed to forget John was there, throwing out words like, "Ancient gene" and "aliens" and "stargate."

John started to move, but a firm hand on his arm stopped him. The guy in glasses was leaning over him with an intense expression. None of the others seemed to notice what he was doing; they continued their argument without so much as glancing in John's direction.

"John, you will go to the Dagoba System," the man said. "No, wait, Taonas. Now that's just embarrassing." He sighed, shoving something into John's hand: a piece of paper with a seven-symbol gate address on it. "This is all Teal'c's fault. Taonas. You really want to go to Taonas."

John's eyes snapped open. I have to get to Taonas, he thought immediately.

He rolled over violently and fell out of bed and onto the floor. It was enough to wake him up completely.