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Daybreak by Giddy (NC-17)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
giddygeek
Author Website: Geekdom
Why this must be read:
What would fandom be without the Groundhog Day convention?
I've always loved Giddy's writing -- she brings such a wonderful humour to everything, while still keeping an underlying thread of more serious relationship development to the telling if you look below the surface -- so I knew from the outset that I had to rec one of her stories this month, and this just had to be it.
It's the little touches in Daybreak that stand out the most for me. The slight twists Giddy puts on the recurring events, how the story unfolds with each bit of additional knowledge adding to the whole.
--
"Play with device I left you," Zelenka said. "I insist. You will like it. It has buttons."
Rodney eyed him, suspicious. "Did you check to make sure it wasn't going to blow up first?"
"Yes."
"Light me on fire?"
"Yes."
"Did you check to make sure that it--"
"Rodney." Zelenka looked over his shoulder. "You would prefer I have someone else discover its function?"
Rodney picked up the little rectangle and cradled it protectively. "No." He was generous, but not that generous. If he'd been able to have his way, he'd be the only one to touch anything, ever.
The new device was small, and slim, and had two buttons. One was blue and circular, the other was green and shaped like an isosceles triangle, point edging backwards. "Hmm," he said. It fit into his hand in a familiar way. "It looks like a remote control."
"This is why I saved it for you," Zelenka said.
"But what kind of people only have play and rewind?"
Zelenka sighed. "The kind of people who build flying cities and puddle jumpers and stargates but not tea kettles. Now, shut up. Some of us work here."
Rodney shut up. With any luck, this would be the device that was the key to recharging a ZPM, but Rodney almost hoped it was a remote. He'd love to press a button and have the huge flat monitors convert instantly to the Ancient version of television. They were a civilized people. Surely they'd had something like hockey.
He checked to make sure that Zelenka was at the proper distance--close enough to see if the new technology was doing something awful to him, far enough away to probably be out of range and therefore available to call for help. Then he pressed the blue circle button.
Nothing.
"Huh," he said, and pressed the backward triangle.
Daybreak
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Author on LJ:
giddygeekAuthor Website: Geekdom
Why this must be read:
What would fandom be without the Groundhog Day convention?
I've always loved Giddy's writing -- she brings such a wonderful humour to everything, while still keeping an underlying thread of more serious relationship development to the telling if you look below the surface -- so I knew from the outset that I had to rec one of her stories this month, and this just had to be it.
It's the little touches in Daybreak that stand out the most for me. The slight twists Giddy puts on the recurring events, how the story unfolds with each bit of additional knowledge adding to the whole.
--
"Play with device I left you," Zelenka said. "I insist. You will like it. It has buttons."
Rodney eyed him, suspicious. "Did you check to make sure it wasn't going to blow up first?"
"Yes."
"Light me on fire?"
"Yes."
"Did you check to make sure that it--"
"Rodney." Zelenka looked over his shoulder. "You would prefer I have someone else discover its function?"
Rodney picked up the little rectangle and cradled it protectively. "No." He was generous, but not that generous. If he'd been able to have his way, he'd be the only one to touch anything, ever.
The new device was small, and slim, and had two buttons. One was blue and circular, the other was green and shaped like an isosceles triangle, point edging backwards. "Hmm," he said. It fit into his hand in a familiar way. "It looks like a remote control."
"This is why I saved it for you," Zelenka said.
"But what kind of people only have play and rewind?"
Zelenka sighed. "The kind of people who build flying cities and puddle jumpers and stargates but not tea kettles. Now, shut up. Some of us work here."
Rodney shut up. With any luck, this would be the device that was the key to recharging a ZPM, but Rodney almost hoped it was a remote. He'd love to press a button and have the huge flat monitors convert instantly to the Ancient version of television. They were a civilized people. Surely they'd had something like hockey.
He checked to make sure that Zelenka was at the proper distance--close enough to see if the new technology was doing something awful to him, far enough away to probably be out of range and therefore available to call for help. Then he pressed the blue circle button.
Nothing.
"Huh," he said, and pressed the backward triangle.
Daybreak