"Two Weeks", "Such Is The Way To The Stars"

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My Sheppard/McKay rec50 table.

Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Two Weeks
Author: chelle and the grrrl (mmmchelle and thegrrrl2002)
Characters: Sheppard/McKay, others
Prompt: 07 - Love
Rating: Mature
Length: epic
Brief summary: Stargate Atlantis set up one of the most perfect slash scenarios at the end of season one's canon: what would you do if you knew you only had two weeks to live? Oh, sure, there's the whole 'we must figure out a way that we can stop the wraith' thing going along within that two weeks, but it's not something that consumes 100% of everyone's time. I'm sure the stress does, so I imagine there are a lot of fascinating things that happen in those two weeks before the wraith hive ships arrive, such as rollerblading in the halls of Atlantis, and the whole thing with uniforms becoming optional for some people, and Kate Heightmeyer, the resident psychologist, having seriously over scheduled.

It's no surprise that when asked what he would like to do in these final two weeks, Rodney's answer is: "Have lots and lots of sex."

And John's pretty much okay with that.

So it's a story of friendship, sex and love, just before the world ends.


""I'm not." He wasn't. Rodney didn't know John anywhere near as well as he thought he did. "We could have it, you know."

Rodney glanced at him. "What?"

"The sex."

Rodney snorted again. "Maybe you could.

"You could too."

One corner of Rodney's mouth went down in that sarcastic smile that John found annoying and bizarrely charming at the same time. "Right. Because women are just falling all over me."

"Allina did."

Rodney's sarcastic smile got more sarcastic. "And look how that turned out."

Okay, maybe that wasn't the best example. "You were cute, you know."

Rodney rolled his head to the side and looked at John through narrowed eyes.

John leaned forward slightly. "You were."

"Uh-huh." Having clearly decided that John was either nuts or drunk or both, Rodney turned his head back.

John waited until Rodney had taken a drink of his beer and then said casually, "I wasn't talking about women. I was talking about me."

The beer went flying from Rodney's mouth and Rodney sat bolt upright. He wiped the back of his mouth with his hand. "You were not."

John nodded seriously. "I was."

Rodney stared at him as if he'd just confessed…well, almost anything. "You want to spend the last two weeks of your life having sex with me?"

John shrugged, elaborately casual. "Why not?"

Rodney's eyes widened. "Why not?"

"Exactly. Why not?"


Link to the story: Two Weeks

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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Such Is The Way To The Stars
Author: Otter (agentotter)
Characters: Sheppard, McKay
Prompt: 08 - Friendship
Rating: Teen
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Atlantis is running out of MALPs, so McKay stages a contest to create new ones from the parts that are available to them. So it's a scrapheap challenge, and John gets to be on Rodney's team.

Actually, John is Rodney's team, and the two of them together, determined to win the competition.


When Rodney sat down -- a little too calmly, considering he'd entered the room at a sprint -- he said, "I've been here for the last twenty minutes. In case anyone asks."

John raised an eyebrow and put down his sandwich. It didn't actually taste much like turkey, anyway. "McKay?" he said, and he managed to insert a few layers of inquiry and reprimand into the word with no additional syllables.

Rodney waved one hand dismissively, and used the other to steal one of John's crackers. "Relax," he said. "It's nothing. Well, nothing they'll be able to prove, anyway."

"McKay," John said again, using his eyebrows to signal his seriousness. He took back his cracker, even though Rodney had already eaten half of it.

"Major," Rodney said. "Do you happen to have a background in black ops?"

"Black ops?" John repeated dumbly.

Rodney took advantage of his bewilderment to steal another cracker, and popped the whole thing into his mouth this time; he nodded his head and chewed merrily, making a little happy face and a little happy noise at the same time.

"Yeah," he mumbled, around the food in his mouth. "You know, covert... stuff."

John pulled his tray a little closer to himself and a little further away from Rodney. "If I were black ops," he said, "the punishment for cracker theft would probably be death by fork."

"That's too bad," Rodney said, "because we could've used those skills. Oh well. We'll still win, regardless." He started eyeing John's tray again.


Link to the story: Such Is The Way To The Stars