Summary: Rodney is an FBI Agent assigned to Area 51. John is the proprietor of the local Alien Emporium.They meet when John calls in a mysterious sighting and Rodney is sent to question him.
Notes: I have been gone for the SGA interwebs for what feels like ages, BUT ART AND FIC ARE NOW UP!! This is probably the longest art/fic exchange I’ve ever been a part of. I drew this back in July! I have yet to read Melagan’s fic but I’m very excited to see what nonsense she has these two getting up to. The art idea came from a few very old post I made about slacker!John owning an alien tourist attraction on Route 357 and Rodney working close by on official Area 51 stuff. I hope everyone enjoys!
McKay had put in for leave, and Sheppard had dialled the Gate to Earth himself, and the two of them hadn’t exchanged another word as McKay hefted his duffle bag and walked into the wormhole.
Rodney gave up on trying to fix the jumper on day thirteen. John caught him staring through the broken innards of the engines with a blank look on his face and knew, on a guttural, deep down level, that there was no getting out of this one.
It’s just that sometimes, when they’re in a room alone (John’s, Rodney’s, the science lab, the jumper bay that one time right up against jumper 9), John will get down on his knees and unzip Rodney’s pants and pull him out of his underwear and swallow him down until Rodney comes hard and bitter and gasping down John’s throat.
Written December 2007 for the SGA H/C secret santa. Everybetty requested gen Shepwhump featuring Beckett, that didn’t skip over the medical details. This is what came out.
Nb: At the end of The Defiant One, McKay nods to Sheppard’s gun shot wound and asks if Sheppard’s okay. Sheppards replies, “Other than this and a few cracked ribs,” which seemed eye-rollingly over-stoic, to me. I’ve taken a bit of poetic license with the severity of Sheppard’s injuries.
“Rodney’s my desert island guy,” he says finally, because it’s the simplest, truest thing he can say: if there’s one person he gets to keep with him, he chooses McKay. It’s as simple as that.
“Did you not know,” Teyla says carefully, shooting a concerned look at Ronon over their mostly empty plates, “that Lt. Colonel Sheppard enjoys the company of—”
“No, I did not!” Rodney manages to grit out, sucking in air desperately before grabbing his glass of water and downing it. “Since fucking when?!”
The summer John is eighteen, he drives an ice cream truck. He hasn’t yet learned there are things he can’t do just because he wants to badly enough. Or, a fic about seeing the map of the world.
He’s never been good at asking for what he wants. Well, not politely. And especially not when it’s something personal. “Come on, let’s snuggle,” or “I need a hug” are words that have never passed his lips.
John and Rodney have a difference of opinion as to who of the two of them is the true King Prude of Petticoats Mountain. You might think this dispute leads to a lot of outre sexual exploits, but mostly they just argue a bunch. Mostly.
John is left out to dry after his dishonorable discharge. Rodney develops a little bit of an obsession when he figures out a way to save Earth and Atlantis.
One day, Rodney walks out of Atlantis without saying why and vanishes. While John does everything he can to find him, he is forced to face the fact that he has feelings for Rodney that run deeper than he’d realized.
“Weird? You don’t know what weird is. Weird is being in a– with the– and the crazy alien–” He stopped, incoherent, hands flailing. “And then your best friend is twelve, and you’re his piano teacher. That–now, you’re talking weird!”
The summer John is eighteen, he drives an ice cream truck. He hasn’t yet learned there are things he can’t do just because he wants to badly enough. Or, a fic about seeing the map of the world.
Can’t Help Falling In Love | McShep (McShep x Can’t Help Falling In Love | Elvis Presley cover feat. brooke)
From the very first moment Rodney and John met, they just couldn’t help falling in love. (Neither could we.) This is their journey, from the first glimpse of where they were to the whispered words they’d be rushing towards all along.
Music: Can’t Help Falling in Love (Elvis Presley | Dark cover feat. brooke)
i was looking for something else said he (who isn’t i was no big deal said he that coin toss who knew just blind luck said he) and i was looking where you looked said he
(now i’m looking at something else said he oh are you i mean can i too said he well yeah sure just get a mirror said he) i was looking for something more said he
(oh like what said he not a joke said he not joking said he liking that said he)
do you see said he no mirror said he mirror me said he oh i see said he
my hands on your hips said he your cheeks in my palms said he my breath on your lips said he (just shut up and kiss said he
then let me hear you said he then make me feel you said he) too many clothes said he well let’s lose those said he
(i want you closer said he oh yes come closer said he already so close said he) yes now!together said he
(i still never see it coming said he looks like you’re not the only one said he) but you’re the only one you see said he (then we see the same thing again said he)
been thinking about a zelda breath of the wild au for mcshep
something about a twisted combination of magic and ancient technology giving you a grand destiny you never wanted. something about wanting to study and analyze this technology but instead being asked to have blind faith and hating it even more when evidence suggests blind faith actually works. something about not having the first clue when it comes to what you really want to do and who you really are so you go along with everyone else telling you it’s your job to save the world. something about still trying to live up to the impossible expectations of your dead father. about spending countless years of your life on a desperate plan to leave something that will help the hero you love when he wakes up in the distant future. something about waking up in a different world and knowing you failed because you left the person you love to continue the fight all alone. something about fate and cruel gods weaving your destiny across time and space and having to keep moving because you’re all that’s left and your friends’ and family’s deaths would mean nothing if you give in to the urge to give up
I think someone asked me this a while back, and I can’t remember if I gave a coherent answer or not (mostly because my Trek ships are Complicated™) but any Spirk AU I can think of for McShep will always have Sheppard as Spock mainly because of these two key thoughts:
For some reason, I always see Rodney inevitably becoming the Atlantis Expedition Commander in the future (which, though not the SGC’s worst decision ever, is still A Pretty Bad Move) and I can just hear John Sheppard saying, “Being a scientist is your first, best destiny. Anything else is a waste of material utter bullshit.”
I find that most of SGA is really just a setup for Sheppard declaring to one Meredith Rodney McKay, “I have been and always shall be yours.”
Rodney put on his thigh holster, checked his Beretta and slid it inside. He put on his vest and zipped it up. The holster dug into his thigh.
He could never get the straps right. They felt right when he adjusted them, but when he stood up they were too tight, or when he started to move they felt too loose. And then Sheppard would fix them for him. He always did it. It was part of their routine.
He bent down and undid one of the clips, grumbling.
“Do you need help, Rodney?”
“No. Thanks, Teyla. No.” He made the strap longer, refastened the clip and it pinched his finger. “Ow. Fuck.”
“Here. I’ll do it.” Ronon knelt down in front of him.
“I’ll manage.”
“You’re not managing.”
Ronon began adjusting the straps and Rodney closed his eyes. He wanted it to be Sheppard. He wanted it to be John. It was always John. He was always there, smiling his crooked smile, snarking, teasing, sometimes taking the teasing too far so that Rodney would snap back at him and Teyla would rebuke them both and they’d look at each other and smirk behind her back.
He was always there. Except now he wasn’t. Rodney’s chest ached.
The clips snapped closed, one and then the other. Rodney opened his eyes. Ronon, still crouching on the floor, looked up at him.
“Tell him.”
“What?”
“When we find him, you need to tell him.”
“Sheppard? Tell him what?”
Ronon stood up. “Just tell him, McKay.”
He turned away. Rodney looked at Teyla.
“What? What does he mean? What should I tell Sheppard?”
Teyla clipped her P-90 onto its sling. “You know, Rodney. You know what to tell him.” She followed Ronon out of the room.
They knew, then. They knew what he thought he’d hidden beneath layers of sarcasm. They’d seen past his attempts at finding a substitute - mooning over Sam, dating Katie Brown and now Jennifer.
Jennifer’s fresh, smiling face appeared in Rodney’s mind. She was a beautiful, caring, intelligent-off-the-scale, wonderful person and he was lucky to have her. He was lucky, really he was.
Tell him. You know what to tell him.
Rodney took a long, slow breath. Tell him? Why? Sheppard saw him as a friend, nothing more. And anyway, what was the point in thinking that far ahead?
They had to find Sheppard first. They just had to find him.
I made it!!! The two-part epilogue of New Beginnings is now posted
Part1: John makes a confession, and kinky fun ensues…
‘Okay, I give up. I don’t get it. We live in a community with an assortment of queer, polyamorous lovers in which there is an entire floor devoted to kinky adult activities. What could possibly be so difficult to talk to me about in this context?’
Part2:Finally I resolve the entire, very soft, reason why this fic was written at all.
ALT
