I've committed my first comment fic. Hee.
Mar. 1st, 2008 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
(And yes, I know it's not the 29th anymore. Hush.)
No, I'm not dead. Really. Eventually, I'll get around to detailing all the wonders and terrors of the last week (lots of the latter, but ending in the former), but for now, I bring fic.
This is the one that ate my brain. Long, long ago, this was my very first adventure with Rodney and John. A few people said quite rightly, "What?! That's it? You just stop it there? No, no, missy. Get your ass back here and explain." The better part of a year later, I finally have an answer for them.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Lost Boys, Coup D’etat.
Feedback: Will be hugged like a puppy. Even if it bites.
Acknowlegements: Huge thanks goes to ignipes,
20thcenturyvole, and
enname for betaing this beast. The readable bits in here are their doing. The ones that are less so are entirely mine.
Summary: It's a delicate balance.
Notes: So, this one should be subtitled ‘Rodney McKay and the Planet of the Pot Smokers’. That would give the unfair impression that it’s going to be silly and light-hearted, however, and this one is a little too dark for that. Not dark!fic (I don't think?), but sunshine and roses it ain’t. If you need further proof, look to the drabbly offshoot predecessor.
The title refers to an insurance term relating losses suffered to the amount of coverage in effect. For warnings, please see the end of Part I.
ETA: For the much prettier website version, use this link: (Burning more attractively)
It is done. *dance of joy* Will I probably continue to fiddle with it? The sun still rises, right?
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, with a few other cameos
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Not a one.
Feedback: Will be hugged like a puppy. Even if it bites.
Summary: The smart ones never play fair.
This is another one that sat on my laptop for a couple months in skeletal form, waiting for the right bits to make themselves known. Last night, they finally did. I blame the Barenaked Ladies.
It is unbetad, so any mistakes you catch will win you cookies and admiration, as well as the satisfaction of getting me to fix them. (And to everyone who read the personal drama post of earlier this week, fear not. Everyone survives.)
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Hmm… references to Trinity, Aurora/The Hive, Epiphany, and Grace Under Pressure
Feedback: Will be hugged like a puppy. Even if it bites.
Summary: Finding the words.
( Linguistics )
One of these days I’ll write a flat-out fluffy bit of porn and the world will be shocked. This is not that day.
But it is closer.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Will be hugged like a puppy. Even if it bites.
Summary: For the_moonmoth . As requested, John’s side of the events of The Hearth and the Salamander.
Author’s Notes: the_moonmoth wanted to know what it looked like from John’s side of the street. So did I. The title is once again from Bradbury, specifically ‘Fahrenheight 451’.
I should be doing paleontology. Instead, I’m doing John and Rodney. (A girl can dream, anyway.) Bad me.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Will be hugged like a puppy. Even if it bites.
Summary: Unmitigated porn inspired by Danvers. Quite short. The porn, that is. Not Danvers.
Author’s Notes: The title and Rodney’s moment of literary introspection are brought to you by Bradbury. The brilliant opening line was put forth by Danvers (sdraevn ) in the hopes of inspiring fic. It worked. If you like this, it’s her fault. If you don’t, it’s mine. I reserve the right to tinker. (Incidentally, she used the line herself in her latest fic, and to better effect. Hers even has plot. Go see it at her journal. Shoo.)
Edited to add: This one now has a companion, this time from John's perspective. If you're interested, go here.
See, I told you there'd be something SGA-oriented around here eventually.
Yeah, so... this one had a mind of its own even more than most. I wanted porn. It didn't. It won. Oh well.
Just a little post-Epiphany tag that's been sitting mostly completed on my computer for the last month. I finally found a way to make it stop, and thus here it is. Author's notes (if you're interested in hearing me whine a little) are at the end.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Epiphany
Summary: Time starts moving again.
( Revelations )
Okay, let me preface this by saying this one is a little bit... odd. I blame it on the fact that I haven't slept in a few days. Just a little post-Grace Under Pressure snippet, nothing too grand or monumental. As always, feedback is appreciated above all things.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Grace Under Pressure
Summary: John makes his peace, and Rodney finds some.
( Undertow )
Oh, god. I'm not sane. It's four in the morning, I've just been driven from my room twice by false-alarm fire drills, and I've got so darn much work to do I should be shot. So, what am I doing? I'm writing fic. Really, though, I can explain. I finally got back to my joyous campus connection, and thus finally saw The Hive. Haven't gotten to much of the fics yet, which I'm sure are marvelous, but I want to post my version before I get to second guessing it. As such, it is unbeta'd. Sorry. Constructive criticism is, as always, greatly appreciated. I reserve the right to revise this puppy til kingdom come, when I'm back in my right mind. Author's notes are at the end, by the way.
Fandom: SGA( Apitherapy )
So, you know that story I was whining about last night? Long about the crack of dawn, it decided it wanted to be written after all. Apparently my muse has no respect for my continuing efforts to become diurnal. If the rest of the world would just go to sleep at 6am and wake up at noon I'd be in great shape. As I don't foresee that one happening any time soon, I'm screwed. Anyway, here's the weird little thing that clammered to be written. I have no beta, and thus feel the need to beg pitiously. Anybody willing to read over this one critically before I try posting it to a comm? It's under 2,000 words, McShep in nature, and a follow up to Trinity. I'll probably change a million things before I'm happy with it, in any case. Even if you'd rather not officially beta, all comments are appreciated.
( Sense Memory )