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The Scientific Method by cupidsbow (R)
Hi! I'm so happy to be driving the van for this month, and I'm heading straight for the Stargate to the Pegasus Galaxy. I'll be rec'cing a bit of everything from old favourites to lesser known authors and even the odd non-McShep story. I wanted to start with one of my absolute favourites.
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
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cupidsbow
Author Website: Complete Listing of cupidsbow's fanfic
Why this must be read: This is a story I go back to again and again when I want to laugh and smile. It's classic SGA when the world was new and shiny, and one of the very best of the variety of "Sheppard uses shiny Ancient gene to power-up new tech with interesting consequences." It's got good banter, action and adventure, and it's just plain fun. A great way to start the new year.
With a sharp pop the flashlight's bulb exploded; simultaneously, Rodney dropped to his knees with a breathy moan and Zelenka folded up like a compressed accordion, also ending up on the floor. All across the lab, scientists lost their balance; Kavanagh inhaled sharply and fell off his stool; a woman John vaguely recognised as Dr. Achebe squealed and clutched at her desk, looking as though she was going to vibrate right out of her chair at any minute.
"Dammit," said John, trying to think the device off. It was like pushing against water--as though his mind had made a connection that didn't want to be severed.
Zelenka whimpered.
"Off!" said Rodney, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes wide and glassy. "Off! Off now!"
"I'm trying!" John thought Off as hard as he could--so hard, the overhead lights dimmed, and the air vents stilled--but even as the device went quiescent beneath his touch, most of the collapsed scientists convulsed, letting out pained sounds.
John thought the lights and air back on as he put the call through to Beckett and, once he could see what he was doing, he placed the device back in its box with the kind of care he usually reserved for live hand grenades and built-on-the-fly nuclear weapons. Then he jumped down off the bench--Beckett still confirming that a team was on the way--and squatted next to Rodney and Zelenka. "What the hell just happened?"
Like an echo, John could hear the question, "What the hell was that?" being asked all around him by a dozen hoarse voices.
"God, don't touch me!" Rodney said, shrugging off the finger John had pressed against his pulse.
John backed off a bit. "Beckett's on the way. What should I tell him?"
Rodney took a couple of deep breaths and looked up. He pointed an accusing finger at John; his hand was shaking. "If you did that on purpose, I'm going to... God, I don't even know what!"
"Did what?"
Rodney dropped his hand. "You really don't... How can you not... That was..." He swallowed hard. Then, with his most determined expression: "Congratulations, Colonel, I suspect you've just managed to be the first person in history to have an accidental orgy."
Read the story / Feedback the author: The Scientific Method
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Author on LJ:
cupidsbowAuthor Website: Complete Listing of cupidsbow's fanfic
Why this must be read: This is a story I go back to again and again when I want to laugh and smile. It's classic SGA when the world was new and shiny, and one of the very best of the variety of "Sheppard uses shiny Ancient gene to power-up new tech with interesting consequences." It's got good banter, action and adventure, and it's just plain fun. A great way to start the new year.
With a sharp pop the flashlight's bulb exploded; simultaneously, Rodney dropped to his knees with a breathy moan and Zelenka folded up like a compressed accordion, also ending up on the floor. All across the lab, scientists lost their balance; Kavanagh inhaled sharply and fell off his stool; a woman John vaguely recognised as Dr. Achebe squealed and clutched at her desk, looking as though she was going to vibrate right out of her chair at any minute.
"Dammit," said John, trying to think the device off. It was like pushing against water--as though his mind had made a connection that didn't want to be severed.
Zelenka whimpered.
"Off!" said Rodney, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes wide and glassy. "Off! Off now!"
"I'm trying!" John thought Off as hard as he could--so hard, the overhead lights dimmed, and the air vents stilled--but even as the device went quiescent beneath his touch, most of the collapsed scientists convulsed, letting out pained sounds.
John thought the lights and air back on as he put the call through to Beckett and, once he could see what he was doing, he placed the device back in its box with the kind of care he usually reserved for live hand grenades and built-on-the-fly nuclear weapons. Then he jumped down off the bench--Beckett still confirming that a team was on the way--and squatted next to Rodney and Zelenka. "What the hell just happened?"
Like an echo, John could hear the question, "What the hell was that?" being asked all around him by a dozen hoarse voices.
"God, don't touch me!" Rodney said, shrugging off the finger John had pressed against his pulse.
John backed off a bit. "Beckett's on the way. What should I tell him?"
Rodney took a couple of deep breaths and looked up. He pointed an accusing finger at John; his hand was shaking. "If you did that on purpose, I'm going to... God, I don't even know what!"
"Did what?"
Rodney dropped his hand. "You really don't... How can you not... That was..." He swallowed hard. Then, with his most determined expression: "Congratulations, Colonel, I suspect you've just managed to be the first person in history to have an accidental orgy."
Read the story / Feedback the author: The Scientific Method
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