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laceymcbain.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2008-01-09 12:08 pm
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Heat by Danvers (18)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
01100100
Author Website: 01100100
Why this must be read: Because it's Danvers and because it's a fic that sometimes disappears in a mirage of jungle heat. It's part of a larger collection of separate AUs by the author ("5 Ways John and Rodney Meet"), and if one forgets that, it's sometimes hard to find the story when you need to. And believe me, you'll need to find it again and again.
Rodney's trying to get out of Peru - he's miserable, tired, and so very Rodney (which means he's managed to piss off most people in the vicinity). His only hope seems to be an ex-pat American pilot named John Sheppard, who's having a few problems of his own and coincidentally decides leaving the country is a good idea. But their plane goes down in the jungle (with a little help from some stray bullets) and the two have to rely on each other to survive the heat, the bad guys, and each other.
And let me just say that the heat isn't all in the jungle. The story is lush and gives off an almost surreal feeling - a combination of the oppressive heat and the chemistry of the characters. Plus, there's a feeling that these men have shared something, that they have a connection drawing them to one another - it's not hokey and it's not overdone - it's just subtle enough that the hints of an Atlantis where they knew each other are part of a delicious fever dream. And when they finally get together, it's like this: "The jungle was behind them, but the crazed heat had followed them right to the hotel. So maybe it wasn't insanity at all."
Crazed heat. John and Rodney. Parachutes with duct tape. 45,000 + words. Go read.
When [John] brought the other end out, Rodney seemed to figure out what he was doing and handed him the end he was holding. As John tied that end to the left parachute strap, Rodney brought the other end of the rope around his back and then tied it to the right.
Only when they were done binding themselves to each other did they realize that they stood there tied, hip to hip and breathing hard against each other. For a moment, they just stared at each other.
"You ready?" John asked.
Rodney gave a blank stare.
"You're going to hit me as soon as we land, aren't you?" John asked.
Rodney's continued stare told John the answer to that question was a definite yes.
John nodded, nerves playing havoc in his gut, and opened the door, pushing Rodney against the wall as it flung back. He was holding on tight to a luggage rack that had never been removed, but stripped to the bare metal rods, as what felt like a hurricane rushed in. The cabin was filled with deafening noise and wind and John could only hope they weren't jumping too late or too close to the ground for the parachute to open.
One last glance at Rodney showed a shock of blue eyes, just staring and John could swear he felt Rodney's heart beating hard against his own chest.
"Let's go," John yelled above the din.
Rodney gave a nod and John felt unsettled. He'd just been granted the trust of someone's life. Maybe it was time to get a nine to five kind of job.
Edging close to the doorway, John took a deep breath, brought his arms down and let them tighten around Rodney a second before he pushed them both out of the plane.
When the parachute opened, John really hoped that Rodney wouldn't notice the duct tape.
Read the Story / Feedback the Author: Heat
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Author on LJ:
01100100Author Website: 01100100
Why this must be read: Because it's Danvers and because it's a fic that sometimes disappears in a mirage of jungle heat. It's part of a larger collection of separate AUs by the author ("5 Ways John and Rodney Meet"), and if one forgets that, it's sometimes hard to find the story when you need to. And believe me, you'll need to find it again and again.
Rodney's trying to get out of Peru - he's miserable, tired, and so very Rodney (which means he's managed to piss off most people in the vicinity). His only hope seems to be an ex-pat American pilot named John Sheppard, who's having a few problems of his own and coincidentally decides leaving the country is a good idea. But their plane goes down in the jungle (with a little help from some stray bullets) and the two have to rely on each other to survive the heat, the bad guys, and each other.
And let me just say that the heat isn't all in the jungle. The story is lush and gives off an almost surreal feeling - a combination of the oppressive heat and the chemistry of the characters. Plus, there's a feeling that these men have shared something, that they have a connection drawing them to one another - it's not hokey and it's not overdone - it's just subtle enough that the hints of an Atlantis where they knew each other are part of a delicious fever dream. And when they finally get together, it's like this: "The jungle was behind them, but the crazed heat had followed them right to the hotel. So maybe it wasn't insanity at all."
Crazed heat. John and Rodney. Parachutes with duct tape. 45,000 + words. Go read.
When [John] brought the other end out, Rodney seemed to figure out what he was doing and handed him the end he was holding. As John tied that end to the left parachute strap, Rodney brought the other end of the rope around his back and then tied it to the right.
Only when they were done binding themselves to each other did they realize that they stood there tied, hip to hip and breathing hard against each other. For a moment, they just stared at each other.
"You ready?" John asked.
Rodney gave a blank stare.
"You're going to hit me as soon as we land, aren't you?" John asked.
Rodney's continued stare told John the answer to that question was a definite yes.
John nodded, nerves playing havoc in his gut, and opened the door, pushing Rodney against the wall as it flung back. He was holding on tight to a luggage rack that had never been removed, but stripped to the bare metal rods, as what felt like a hurricane rushed in. The cabin was filled with deafening noise and wind and John could only hope they weren't jumping too late or too close to the ground for the parachute to open.
One last glance at Rodney showed a shock of blue eyes, just staring and John could swear he felt Rodney's heart beating hard against his own chest.
"Let's go," John yelled above the din.
Rodney gave a nod and John felt unsettled. He'd just been granted the trust of someone's life. Maybe it was time to get a nine to five kind of job.
Edging close to the doorway, John took a deep breath, brought his arms down and let them tighten around Rodney a second before he pushed them both out of the plane.
When the parachute opened, John really hoped that Rodney wouldn't notice the duct tape.
Read the Story / Feedback the Author: Heat
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As a side note though, your link to the fic itself seems to be a bit borked.
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