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Hello Timebomb/Scar Tissue by Coreopsis (R/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)
coreopsis
Author Website: Merry Go Round
Why this must be read:
It's not as often in the fic that you see McKay end up being the one that's adversely effected by alien technology in a way that makes him overly aggressive. Hello Timebomb was one of the first that I remember doing that and doing it well. It's short, giving only a taste of what could have been, before the problem is solved -- but it has ramifications that are apparent to the reader before they're known to McKay, who can't quite recall what actually happened. Scar Tissue delves into that more completely, looking at the aftermath and the changes that are wrought as a result.
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Rodney opened his eyes and glanced down at his blood stained shirt, then up to whoever was holding him. Sheppard. Of course. Rodney made a noise in his throat that the little voice in his head said wasn't natural and shrugged Sheppard's hands off. "Don't fucking touch me. I'm fine. I'm better than fine. I'm one hundred percent. I don't need you."
Sheppard held his hands up in surrender then turned to face Beckett. "Okay, doc, he's all yours. You talk sense to him."
Sense? Coming from John Sheppard, a man who flipped a coin in order to decide whether to accept this amazing opportunity--yes, he'd told Rodney all about it while wandering through a forest on one of their missions--that was a bizarre concept. And strangely infuriating. Before Rodney had another second to think about it, he was launching himself off the bed and bearing Sheppard down to the floor.
He ended up on his hands and knees with Sheppard's ass between his legs. Sheppard immediately started to buck and twist, and Rodney could vaguely hear Beckett yelling for security, but he ignored both of these things to slam a hand between Sheppard's shoulder blades. He lowered his head so that he could speak into Sheppard's ear, but got a whiff of Sheppard's scent--hot blood sex salt male sex anger sex. Losing interest in talking, Rodney sank his teeth into the nape of Sheppard's neck and the taste of his skin was even better than the smell.
Hello Timebomb
Scar Tissue
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Author on LJ:
coreopsisAuthor Website: Merry Go Round
Why this must be read:
It's not as often in the fic that you see McKay end up being the one that's adversely effected by alien technology in a way that makes him overly aggressive. Hello Timebomb was one of the first that I remember doing that and doing it well. It's short, giving only a taste of what could have been, before the problem is solved -- but it has ramifications that are apparent to the reader before they're known to McKay, who can't quite recall what actually happened. Scar Tissue delves into that more completely, looking at the aftermath and the changes that are wrought as a result.
--
Rodney opened his eyes and glanced down at his blood stained shirt, then up to whoever was holding him. Sheppard. Of course. Rodney made a noise in his throat that the little voice in his head said wasn't natural and shrugged Sheppard's hands off. "Don't fucking touch me. I'm fine. I'm better than fine. I'm one hundred percent. I don't need you."
Sheppard held his hands up in surrender then turned to face Beckett. "Okay, doc, he's all yours. You talk sense to him."
Sense? Coming from John Sheppard, a man who flipped a coin in order to decide whether to accept this amazing opportunity--yes, he'd told Rodney all about it while wandering through a forest on one of their missions--that was a bizarre concept. And strangely infuriating. Before Rodney had another second to think about it, he was launching himself off the bed and bearing Sheppard down to the floor.
He ended up on his hands and knees with Sheppard's ass between his legs. Sheppard immediately started to buck and twist, and Rodney could vaguely hear Beckett yelling for security, but he ignored both of these things to slam a hand between Sheppard's shoulder blades. He lowered his head so that he could speak into Sheppard's ear, but got a whiff of Sheppard's scent--hot blood sex salt male sex anger sex. Losing interest in talking, Rodney sank his teeth into the nape of Sheppard's neck and the taste of his skin was even better than the smell.
Hello Timebomb
Scar Tissue