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Out of the Blue by Leah (PG)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Length: ~ 6490 words
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taste_is_sweet
Author Website: Leah's Stories on Wraithbait
Why this must be read: Amnesia Fic #4. One of the awesome things about amnesia stories is that every single one's a little different. I love this particular story because it's just so sweet. In the previous rec, John remembers everyone except Rodney. In Leah's story, the opposite happens - Rodney is the only one who seems familiar, and John takes comfort in that. More comfort than Rodney's initially ... well, comfortable with, but only because he's trying to protect John (and his career) from himself. This is also one of the few stories where the amnesia doesn't disappear as part of the story resolution, and yet, there's a happy ending anyway. I promise it'll make you smile.
McKay wasn't much of a hugger. It wasn't like he didn't want to be, particularly, but hugging always had a lot of uncertainty attached to it. If you hugged a woman, would she think you were just being friendly, or attracted to her? And if you were attracted to her, would the hugging make her think you were sensitive, yet manly, or a wimp? And did you just give a quick squeeze and let go, or hold on until the other person seemed to want to let go? And how could you tell? And how hard were you supposed to squeeze, anyway?
And hugging men, of course, was just an enormous minefield of potential social destruction that McKay had tried to never, ever step into. Ford was the first man he'd hugged in years, probably decades, and it was only because Ford had basically thrown himself at him in relief at not being about to die.
So, not so much on the hugging. And here was Sheppard, freshly kicked out of the glowing squid club, wrapping McKay in his arms and apparently comfortable to just cling to him, with his face buried against McKay's neck. And he sighed contentedly, like he wasn't planning on moving any time soon.
McKay blinked, awkwardly patting Sheppard on the back. At least he'd gotten his wish, though he hadn't considered the deep embarrassment that came with it.
But there was no longing, there, in the abused morass of what McKay was feeling. Absolutely no longing at all.
"This isn't...entirely appropriate, Colonel," he said as quietly as he could into Sheppard's nearest ear. He could see Lorne, looking painfully uncomfortable, out of the corner of his eye. Not to mention the normal batch of Marines assigned to the gate room, all shifting on their feet miserably like they were being forced to watch something humiliating.
If anything, Sheppard just clutched him a little more tightly. "Rodney," he said, like he'd just discovered the best word ever. McKay was just pleased Sheppard was basically murmuring it into his neck, so hopefully no one else could hear it. "I remember you." His lips were right against McKay's skin, warm and lush and McKay was working very, very hard on not noticing that. "I think I missed you a lot."
Read the story / Feedback the author: Out of the Blue
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Length: ~ 6490 words
Author on LJ:
taste_is_sweetAuthor Website: Leah's Stories on Wraithbait
Why this must be read: Amnesia Fic #4. One of the awesome things about amnesia stories is that every single one's a little different. I love this particular story because it's just so sweet. In the previous rec, John remembers everyone except Rodney. In Leah's story, the opposite happens - Rodney is the only one who seems familiar, and John takes comfort in that. More comfort than Rodney's initially ... well, comfortable with, but only because he's trying to protect John (and his career) from himself. This is also one of the few stories where the amnesia doesn't disappear as part of the story resolution, and yet, there's a happy ending anyway. I promise it'll make you smile.
McKay wasn't much of a hugger. It wasn't like he didn't want to be, particularly, but hugging always had a lot of uncertainty attached to it. If you hugged a woman, would she think you were just being friendly, or attracted to her? And if you were attracted to her, would the hugging make her think you were sensitive, yet manly, or a wimp? And did you just give a quick squeeze and let go, or hold on until the other person seemed to want to let go? And how could you tell? And how hard were you supposed to squeeze, anyway?
And hugging men, of course, was just an enormous minefield of potential social destruction that McKay had tried to never, ever step into. Ford was the first man he'd hugged in years, probably decades, and it was only because Ford had basically thrown himself at him in relief at not being about to die.
So, not so much on the hugging. And here was Sheppard, freshly kicked out of the glowing squid club, wrapping McKay in his arms and apparently comfortable to just cling to him, with his face buried against McKay's neck. And he sighed contentedly, like he wasn't planning on moving any time soon.
McKay blinked, awkwardly patting Sheppard on the back. At least he'd gotten his wish, though he hadn't considered the deep embarrassment that came with it.
But there was no longing, there, in the abused morass of what McKay was feeling. Absolutely no longing at all.
"This isn't...entirely appropriate, Colonel," he said as quietly as he could into Sheppard's nearest ear. He could see Lorne, looking painfully uncomfortable, out of the corner of his eye. Not to mention the normal batch of Marines assigned to the gate room, all shifting on their feet miserably like they were being forced to watch something humiliating.
If anything, Sheppard just clutched him a little more tightly. "Rodney," he said, like he'd just discovered the best word ever. McKay was just pleased Sheppard was basically murmuring it into his neck, so hopefully no one else could hear it. "I remember you." His lips were right against McKay's skin, warm and lush and McKay was working very, very hard on not noticing that. "I think I missed you a lot."
Read the story / Feedback the author: Out of the Blue