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Geek Protocol by Koschka PG13
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: some hints of John Sheppard/Rodney McKay pre-slash
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Fic by Koschka
Why this must be read:
Koschka doesn't write Sheppard and McKay exactly the way that I see them, but she has an enjoyable take on them anyway. In her stories, they're complicated and competent, and their relationship is one of mutual respect and snark with underlying affection.
“I’m not leaving you, Major. So why don’t you try a little less bitching and a little more constructive advice, okay? Because this is not my area. Running, sweating, carrying you…and I thought you were skinny by the way. How can you weigh five tons? Do you bathe in lead every day? Smuggle Athosians over the border in a compartment I don’t even want to think about? What?”
He was going to get himself killed, no two ways about it, but I couldn’t help the fleeting grin that lifted the corners of my mouth slightly. “You soft-hearted son of a bitch.”
“Flattering, very flattering, and so not helping us right now,” he said with exasperation. “What do I do? Tell me what to do.”
I glanced down at my chest. My vest was open and I could feel a bulky wad of bandages under my shirt. There was the crinkle of plastic when I moved. It was an occlusive dressing, the kind you slapped on a lung shot to restore the negative pressure inside the chest wall and allow the lung to re-expand. I also had the fuzzy warmth of morphine running through my veins. A battlefield dose, it wasn’t enough to make you loopy, but enough to keep the pain at bay long enough for you to do what had to be done. Beckett would be pleased to know his medical drills weren’t in vain.
“You’re doing it already, Rodney.” I took a few more shallow breaths and gave a mock grumble, “Do you have to be…goddamn genius at everything?”
I knew, despite our desperate straits, that would feed his ego and it did. It was the equivalent of a shot of adrenaline to anyone else. Squaring his shoulders, he snorted, “If I didn’t bring you back, Captain Kirk, who would seduce all the space bimbos?”
“We all have…our crosses.” I pulled in several more breaths then ordered peremptorily, “Help me up.”
This story is part of a series, most of which passes as gen although one of them has hints of pre-slash, and it's all worth reading and is all linked on Koschka's page. However, this story is probably my favourite of them:
Geek Protocol
Pairing: some hints of John Sheppard/Rodney McKay pre-slash
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Fic by Koschka
Why this must be read:
Koschka doesn't write Sheppard and McKay exactly the way that I see them, but she has an enjoyable take on them anyway. In her stories, they're complicated and competent, and their relationship is one of mutual respect and snark with underlying affection.
“I’m not leaving you, Major. So why don’t you try a little less bitching and a little more constructive advice, okay? Because this is not my area. Running, sweating, carrying you…and I thought you were skinny by the way. How can you weigh five tons? Do you bathe in lead every day? Smuggle Athosians over the border in a compartment I don’t even want to think about? What?”
He was going to get himself killed, no two ways about it, but I couldn’t help the fleeting grin that lifted the corners of my mouth slightly. “You soft-hearted son of a bitch.”
“Flattering, very flattering, and so not helping us right now,” he said with exasperation. “What do I do? Tell me what to do.”
I glanced down at my chest. My vest was open and I could feel a bulky wad of bandages under my shirt. There was the crinkle of plastic when I moved. It was an occlusive dressing, the kind you slapped on a lung shot to restore the negative pressure inside the chest wall and allow the lung to re-expand. I also had the fuzzy warmth of morphine running through my veins. A battlefield dose, it wasn’t enough to make you loopy, but enough to keep the pain at bay long enough for you to do what had to be done. Beckett would be pleased to know his medical drills weren’t in vain.
“You’re doing it already, Rodney.” I took a few more shallow breaths and gave a mock grumble, “Do you have to be…goddamn genius at everything?”
I knew, despite our desperate straits, that would feed his ego and it did. It was the equivalent of a shot of adrenaline to anyone else. Squaring his shoulders, he snorted, “If I didn’t bring you back, Captain Kirk, who would seduce all the space bimbos?”
“We all have…our crosses.” I pulled in several more breaths then ordered peremptorily, “Help me up.”
This story is part of a series, most of which passes as gen although one of them has hints of pre-slash, and it's all worth reading and is all linked on Koschka's page. However, this story is probably my favourite of them:
Geek Protocol
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Ha!!! I loved that.
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