dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs, @ 2005-11-02 16:37:00 |
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Current mood: | annoyed |
Current music: | My Boyfriend's Back-going round and round in my head-hey na |
Entry tags: | angst, author: danvers/sdraevn, established relationship, fandom: sga, hurt/comfort, john/rodney, mckay, nc17, pg, pretty damn good, sheppard, slash |
Stargate: Atlantis
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Titles: Over The Edge & Under The Skin
Author: Danvers sdraevn
Genre: Slash, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG & NC17
Warnings: Mention of torture
Spoilers: Nothing specific, but Ronon is on the team, so it's got to be Season Two
Notes: I really like Danvers' work - she was one of the reasons I started reading SGA fic in the first place. (I'd read her SG-1 fic, and when she started writing SGA, I was tempted to read it.) She wrote Under The Skin
first, and I liked it a lot. Well written, as usual, and I always
enjoy the way she writes her characters - very insightful. Then,
she wrote a prequel (Over The Edge), so now we know a little more about how they got to where they are in Under The Skin. I really love Over The Edge. There's not a bit of Smut in it (yes, I know it's hard to believe that I read something without Smut,
but hey, every once in a while, I can manage.) But it's just so
funny. It really makes me laugh, out loud. Not too many fic
can do that.
Excerpt: From Over The Edge
This is what it must be like to be a widow. God, how annoying.
Sympathy's fine when you want it, and when it comes with casseroles,
but Rodney's not a widow and more importantly, John is not dead. In
fact, if he had to choose, Rodney would choose John over the sympathy
casserole.
John would probably laugh at that too. It would be one of those laughs where he can't help himself and just suddenly does it, going a little pink around the cheeks. It's where he intends to be laid back and cool and nonchalant, but Rodney says something and he just laughs and...
Oh god, I'm a fifteen-year-old girl, he thinks. That's what he is. From physicist to hormonally challenged teenage girl.
Carson looks baffled, asking, “Rodney? What did I say?” as Rodney gives a 'hmph' and stomps out of the infirmary, totally mad at himself for being this pathetic.
This must be where all bad music comes from. This must be the pit from where things like cuddly toys and anything pink springs from. This is where crappy songs like Heartbreak Hotel come from. This is the reason why Barbara Streisand keeps making music and no one stops her.
And now, this, is Rodney. This is Rodney, losing it, totally losing it and falling overboad, right over the edge into grand insanity central.
He is now a product of the pit from whence came cuddly toys, pink things and Barbara Streisand. It's not fair if John's not at least half as crazy as he is. Rodney can't be the insane one in the relationship.
Rodney stops in the middle of the corridor. He's just staring ahead at the transporter doors, which are miles away from him and moving even further, while the walls kind of close in and the ceiling lowers itself. Under the dirt on his face, his skin is warm and trying to sweat the fear away.
Why hadn't someone told him this was a relationship? In fact, why didn't that parrot-haired bastard stuck on a different planet tell him anything? Since when were these things supposed to be discovered when the relationship was in serious trouble of being forcibly ended?
Rodney decides this is possibly the
worst day of his life ever. Miserably, he limps to the transporter and
then out towards his quarters.
I rate these fic: Pretty Damn Good