Beware the Beauty by Naye (PG-13)
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stargateficrecRec Category: John Sheppard & Rodney McKay friendship
Pairing: none
Category: Atlantis, h/c, gen, team
Warning: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naye
Author's Website: n/a
Link: Beware the Beauty
Why This Must Be Read: A winter wonderland turns deadly for the team, and for Rodney and John most of all. Good old-fashioned h/c, great character dynamics, engaging banter and a vividly realized, beautifully frozen setting all come together to make this an excellent read.
Snippet of fic
"I think I'm getting a blister."
The words hung in the crystal silence under the majestic snow-capped mountain peaks like a pea in a sundae.
Of course, the experience of exploring alien worlds to the sound of mundane complaints held no novelty for John. He didn't even look back as he asked "Really?" without breaking his stride. Sure, the view was fantastic, with the frosty landscape reflecting the wan sunlight with such enthusiasm that John was wearing shades, but there was something to be said about breaking the monotony of their uphill trek.
"Yes," came Rodney's very sincere reply. "A big one, I think. On my toe."
This prompted John to exchange an amused glance with Teyla.
"If we turn back now, it probably won't break, so I won't have it get it infected and develop gangrene."
"We're almost there," John said. "If we turn back now, we'll have to come back again later and do this all over again to scout that cave."
"If I get gangrene I won't be walking anywhere anyway!"
"Want me to amputate?" Ronon's offer was met with a few seconds of stunned silence, and this time John did turn and look. A knife had appeared in Ronon's hand, and the indignant expression on Rodney's face spoke volumes—really funny volumes—even before the would-be gangrenous scientist found his voice again.
"What? No! Are you crazy, it's just a blister—you get that knife anywhere near me, and I swear I'll shoot!" Rodney took a couple of quick steps away from Ronon, clutching his P90 to his chest like a safety blanket.
Ronon slipped the knife back in his brace with an elaborate air of regret. "Okay."
Rodney still looked highly suspicious, and in scrambling up the frozen slope to increase the distance between himself and Ronon, he almost walked into Teyla, who turned away quickly to hide her grin. John decided to practice some leadership as a distraction before the situation really got loud.
Pairing: none
Category: Atlantis, h/c, gen, team
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
nayeAuthor's Website: n/a
Link: Beware the Beauty
Why This Must Be Read: A winter wonderland turns deadly for the team, and for Rodney and John most of all. Good old-fashioned h/c, great character dynamics, engaging banter and a vividly realized, beautifully frozen setting all come together to make this an excellent read.
Snippet of fic
"I think I'm getting a blister."
The words hung in the crystal silence under the majestic snow-capped mountain peaks like a pea in a sundae.
Of course, the experience of exploring alien worlds to the sound of mundane complaints held no novelty for John. He didn't even look back as he asked "Really?" without breaking his stride. Sure, the view was fantastic, with the frosty landscape reflecting the wan sunlight with such enthusiasm that John was wearing shades, but there was something to be said about breaking the monotony of their uphill trek.
"Yes," came Rodney's very sincere reply. "A big one, I think. On my toe."
This prompted John to exchange an amused glance with Teyla.
"If we turn back now, it probably won't break, so I won't have it get it infected and develop gangrene."
"We're almost there," John said. "If we turn back now, we'll have to come back again later and do this all over again to scout that cave."
"If I get gangrene I won't be walking anywhere anyway!"
"Want me to amputate?" Ronon's offer was met with a few seconds of stunned silence, and this time John did turn and look. A knife had appeared in Ronon's hand, and the indignant expression on Rodney's face spoke volumes—really funny volumes—even before the would-be gangrenous scientist found his voice again.
"What? No! Are you crazy, it's just a blister—you get that knife anywhere near me, and I swear I'll shoot!" Rodney took a couple of quick steps away from Ronon, clutching his P90 to his chest like a safety blanket.
Ronon slipped the knife back in his brace with an elaborate air of regret. "Okay."
Rodney still looked highly suspicious, and in scrambling up the frozen slope to increase the distance between himself and Ronon, he almost walked into Teyla, who turned away quickly to hide her grin. John decided to practice some leadership as a distraction before the situation really got loud.
