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crack_van2010-11-23 03:33 pm
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Converging by Purna (NC-17)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Length: ~ 27,000 words
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purna
Author Website: Purna's SGA Fiction
Why this must be read: Another fantastic AU by a terrific writer. At first this one seems like no more than a standard AU - John's a lifeguard, Rodney's a wealthy eccentric who John rescues from drowning. But both of them are carrying scars - John from Afghanistan, Rodney from Atlantis - and in one another they find comfort and yes, there's hot, desperate, needy sex. There's also a slow unfolding of background details, a peeling back of complex layers, and of course, the outside world intends to interfere with their happiness, dragging Rodney back into a world that John can never be part of. Or can he?
"Go ahead and strip off the wet one first," he said when McKay started to pull the sweatshirt on over his T-shirt. "You'll be a lot warmer."
McKay hesitated, his fingers twisting in the sweatshirt fabric.
"I promise, you'll feel warmer," John repeated, rather patiently, he thought. "You're getting chilled as the water evaporates."
"I'm quite familiar with the process, thank you," McKay snapped. His mouth was pulling down on one side as he stared at the floor.
John felt his eyebrows go up. McKay hadn't seemed like he'd be the shy type. Then McKay's chin came up, and he swung around so that he could strip off the wet shirt with his back to John.
"Jesus," John breathed when he glanced over and caught a glimpse of McKay's bare back. He looked away quickly, biting back the obvious question, What the hell happened to you?
Scars criss-crossed McKay's back. A few looked precise and surgical, but most of them were not so neat.
"Car accident," McKay said, in a quiet voice. He gestured towards his shoulder, a vague fluttery movement with the fingers of one hand, and avoided John's eyes
McKay couldn't lie for shit, and he seemed to know it, tensing up like he was expecting an interrogation. John said nothing, though, just wordlessly closed up the tower. "Let's get you home," he said finally.
The sound of the waves accompanied them as they headed for John's car. McKay was quiet as they walked, shoulders hunched. John closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the salt breeze fill his lungs. It tasted clean somehow, like memories of summer vacation and possibilities.
Read the story / Feedback the author: Converging
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Length: ~ 27,000 words
Author on LJ:
purnaAuthor Website: Purna's SGA Fiction
Why this must be read: Another fantastic AU by a terrific writer. At first this one seems like no more than a standard AU - John's a lifeguard, Rodney's a wealthy eccentric who John rescues from drowning. But both of them are carrying scars - John from Afghanistan, Rodney from Atlantis - and in one another they find comfort and yes, there's hot, desperate, needy sex. There's also a slow unfolding of background details, a peeling back of complex layers, and of course, the outside world intends to interfere with their happiness, dragging Rodney back into a world that John can never be part of. Or can he?
"Go ahead and strip off the wet one first," he said when McKay started to pull the sweatshirt on over his T-shirt. "You'll be a lot warmer."
McKay hesitated, his fingers twisting in the sweatshirt fabric.
"I promise, you'll feel warmer," John repeated, rather patiently, he thought. "You're getting chilled as the water evaporates."
"I'm quite familiar with the process, thank you," McKay snapped. His mouth was pulling down on one side as he stared at the floor.
John felt his eyebrows go up. McKay hadn't seemed like he'd be the shy type. Then McKay's chin came up, and he swung around so that he could strip off the wet shirt with his back to John.
"Jesus," John breathed when he glanced over and caught a glimpse of McKay's bare back. He looked away quickly, biting back the obvious question, What the hell happened to you?
Scars criss-crossed McKay's back. A few looked precise and surgical, but most of them were not so neat.
"Car accident," McKay said, in a quiet voice. He gestured towards his shoulder, a vague fluttery movement with the fingers of one hand, and avoided John's eyes
McKay couldn't lie for shit, and he seemed to know it, tensing up like he was expecting an interrogation. John said nothing, though, just wordlessly closed up the tower. "Let's get you home," he said finally.
The sound of the waves accompanied them as they headed for John's car. McKay was quiet as they walked, shoulders hunched. John closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the salt breeze fill his lungs. It tasted clean somehow, like memories of summer vacation and possibilities.
Read the story / Feedback the author: Converging