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Moka, by Martha (R)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saffronhouse
Author Website: Good Morning, Sunshine
Why this should be read:
This should be read because Martha writes beautiful stories, eerie and atmospheric. This one is of a mission gone very, very wrong. It's disturbing and lovely all at the same time.
"Just hang in there, McKay," he said anyway, "Beckett will be here any minute."
Rodney's eyes moved under half-closed lids, "If you tell me he's gonna fix me up better than new, I'll have to punch you in the nose," he said in a flat voice.
John couldn't help smiling in relief. He crawled around, half kneeling over Rodney, and laid his hand very, very gently on his forehead. "Hey, you're awake. You know this all happened because you're such a pitiful caffeine junkie, right?"
Rodney looked at him. The jungle was coming to life all around them as the sun rose. The Night People were keeping a careful distance, but their voices sounded sympathetic to John. He could smell coffee, and wondered if Rodney would ask for any. But Rodney just closed his eyes and said, "Please don't touch me, Major."
Read Moka
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Author on LJ:
saffronhouse Author Website: Good Morning, Sunshine
Why this should be read:
This should be read because Martha writes beautiful stories, eerie and atmospheric. This one is of a mission gone very, very wrong. It's disturbing and lovely all at the same time.
"Just hang in there, McKay," he said anyway, "Beckett will be here any minute."
Rodney's eyes moved under half-closed lids, "If you tell me he's gonna fix me up better than new, I'll have to punch you in the nose," he said in a flat voice.
John couldn't help smiling in relief. He crawled around, half kneeling over Rodney, and laid his hand very, very gently on his forehead. "Hey, you're awake. You know this all happened because you're such a pitiful caffeine junkie, right?"
Rodney looked at him. The jungle was coming to life all around them as the sun rose. The Night People were keeping a careful distance, but their voices sounded sympathetic to John. He could smell coffee, and wondered if Rodney would ask for any. But Rodney just closed his eyes and said, "Please don't touch me, Major."
Read Moka