Directional Theory
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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Directional Theory
Author: pru (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Characters: Sheppard/McKay, McKay/OMC
Prompt: 39 - Break-up
Rating: Mature
Length: long
Brief summary: Oh, this one *hurts*. I'm a big fan of beautiful pain, and the brutal way this story builds -- not through big events, but though tiny, sharp ones, sharp as shrew's teeth -- it's completely gut-wrenching for me. Yet I care so much, and want things to work out, that I just can't look away from the inevitable. To me, there's no demonization in this story, though there is a lot of human folly, and it's that human scale that makes it so utterly real.
Rodney sees relationships in distinct stages, clearly delineated degrees. Before Atlantis, he dated, had sex sometimes, and occasionally even liked somebody enough to make an effort.
Because of John, Rodney does ridiculous things like getting up early in the morning and learning to squeeze his toothpaste from the bottom of the tube. He doesn't mind sex with the lights on because John's seen everything at its worst and its worser and John knows how Rodney eats under stress and likes him anyway. Rodney's never been to this place before, where he can tell who is touching him by the weight of the touch, where he casually picks up after John, where Rodney's happiness hinges on John's and that's the sickest part of all, isn't it?
John visits the labs in the deep of the drowsy Atlantis night and coaxes Rodney away from his simulations and computers, laughs and leads him down hallways dappled by sealight and pushes him into their bed--Rodney thinks in all different pronouns now--kisses him lazily, without any rush, and John tastes like fruit and toothpaste and the good life Rodney should be living and is too afraid to accept.
So when Rodney kisses back, he can taste his own desperation, his frantic, heated tugs at John's shoulders and arms, Rodney's fingers scratching down John's back with none of John's lazy certainty and that's how Rodney knows that John hasn't even thought that Rodney could be doing this to him, that John will never, ever suspect.
Link to the story: Directional Theory part 1 and part 2
Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Directional Theory
Author: pru (
rageprufrock)Characters: Sheppard/McKay, McKay/OMC
Prompt: 39 - Break-up
Rating: Mature
Length: long
Brief summary: Oh, this one *hurts*. I'm a big fan of beautiful pain, and the brutal way this story builds -- not through big events, but though tiny, sharp ones, sharp as shrew's teeth -- it's completely gut-wrenching for me. Yet I care so much, and want things to work out, that I just can't look away from the inevitable. To me, there's no demonization in this story, though there is a lot of human folly, and it's that human scale that makes it so utterly real.
Rodney sees relationships in distinct stages, clearly delineated degrees. Before Atlantis, he dated, had sex sometimes, and occasionally even liked somebody enough to make an effort.
Because of John, Rodney does ridiculous things like getting up early in the morning and learning to squeeze his toothpaste from the bottom of the tube. He doesn't mind sex with the lights on because John's seen everything at its worst and its worser and John knows how Rodney eats under stress and likes him anyway. Rodney's never been to this place before, where he can tell who is touching him by the weight of the touch, where he casually picks up after John, where Rodney's happiness hinges on John's and that's the sickest part of all, isn't it?
John visits the labs in the deep of the drowsy Atlantis night and coaxes Rodney away from his simulations and computers, laughs and leads him down hallways dappled by sealight and pushes him into their bed--Rodney thinks in all different pronouns now--kisses him lazily, without any rush, and John tastes like fruit and toothpaste and the good life Rodney should be living and is too afraid to accept.
So when Rodney kisses back, he can taste his own desperation, his frantic, heated tugs at John's shoulders and arms, Rodney's fingers scratching down John's back with none of John's lazy certainty and that's how Rodney knows that John hasn't even thought that Rodney could be doing this to him, that John will never, ever suspect.
Link to the story: Directional Theory part 1 and part 2
