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twotales · 6 months

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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Characters: Radek Zelenka, Rodney McKay

Pairings(s): Radek & Rodney

Rating: T - Swearing

Word Count: 1160

Tags: Mild language

Note: Set during "The Return" can be read as platonic or romantic

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Masaryk. Fucking. University.

Rodney clenched his teeth. Radek was going back to the Czech Republic? His eyes locked onto the other man.

Absolutely not.

He managed to keep it together as he ruined Carson's goodbye. The thought of them both leaving too much to handle. He'd make it up to Carson later. Maybe.

The second Carson walked away he snatched Radek’s wrist and pulled him stumbling into an empty corridor.

"Rodney!" The man wrenched his arm away. Face twisted up in confusion.

“Why the hell are you going off to some university?”

Radek rolled his eyes and held one hand up. “I wish to focus on research.”

“Research?” Rodney balked, “what sort of research can you really do there?” He leaned toward Radek. “Come to area fifty-one with me.” He flashed what he hoped was his best smile, "it's infinitely more entertaining than anything at Mazawhatever University."

"Masaryk," Radek corrected. He shook his head. “Rodney,” he intoned, “area fifty-one is,” he spread his hands, “the most likely place to keep putting out fires similar to Atlantis.” He shook his head, glasses slipping down his nose, “I do not wish to deal with this.”

Rodney’s chest constricted.

Radek couldn’t leave.

His hand slammed on the wall next to Radek’s head. The man jumped, blue eyes startled behind his glasses.

"No." Rodney blinked rapidly at his own reaction.

Radek frowned. “No?”

"Um," he tried to ignore the dark look on Radek’s face as sweat trickled down his neck. He swallowed thickly as Radek crossed his arms and glared harder. Rodney coughed into his hand and straightened up. “I’m sure they would offer you a job."

“You aren’t listening, as usual.” Radek sighed deeply, “I don’t want it Rodney.”

Rodney’s fists tightened at his sides. “What are you just going to play it safe knowing what's out there!?” He threw a hand into the air. “Forget it ever happened,” his ears burned, "forget about the bigger things going on in the universe."

Forget about me.

Radek got up in his face. "Maybe that is why I want to go do research at university. Hm?" Hot breath fanned over Rodney’s face. “This is ridiculous,” he flung his hands up, “You and your ego.” He shoved his finger into Rodney’s chest. "You cannot tell me what to do."

"Radek.” He tightened his eyes closed, “Just," Rodney fought the urge to smack him, the words physically painful to say. He opened his eyes, "stay with me."

Radek pursed his lips, and shook his head. "You'll be fine Rodney," he started to turn, “I must pack now.”

No-no-no-no. This was not over. Rodney’s hand snapped out and grabbed Radek’s arm once again.

"Listen.” Radek shook his hand off and turned toward him, brows raised. “I know I'm hard to work with,” Rodney grimaced, “a-and that I can be overbearing and petty.” Radek made his ‘get to the point’ face. Rodney breathed deep. "But you have done your best work with me-"

Radek's lip curled in annoyance. "I'll have you kno-."

“And,” Rodney cut him off, "-I have done some of my best work with you."

The angry look wiped off Radek’s face.

"Are you-” Rodney’s chest constricted, ”are you really going to go off without me?"

Radek rubbed a hand over his mouth. "Do you really need me?"

“Maybe not.” He winced at the lie. ”But, I want you to stay.”

Radek’s head tilted, eyes wary. "Why?"

Rodney groaned. Radek wasn’t getting it. Why wasn’t he getting it? Rodney grabbed Radek by the shoulders. "Are you a moron?” He barely managed to keep himself from shaking the other man. Radek’s hands gripped his wrists tight, that darkened look back on his face. Rodney didn’t care. Did Radek really not understand? Did he really not know?

He was supposed to know.

“You're practically the only person who understands what I'm talking about." He hissed, "and add to it," he flung his right hand up, breaking Radek’s grip, "how am I supposed to go back to a life full of idiots who ask too many stupid questions?" Spit flew as his cheeks burned, “How Radek? Huh? How could I!?" He pressed his fingers against the side of his head, "When you can read my fucking mind!”

Radek looked at him strangely. But remained silent. Rodney released him and backed up, reigning in his emotions as best he could. "I've never had-" his voice broke as he gestured between them. It was hard to explain outloud, the bond they shared, the mind link, but that was what Radek was good at, understanding him when no one else could.

Radek studied him, his forehead wrinkling as he blinked slowly. “You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

Radek sighed and removed his glasses, he looked down as he cleaned them.

Rodney watched and forced himself not to speak. He was one hundred percent certain he'd ruin it if he did. His heart drummed wildly as he studied Radek's impassive face. He would agree. Radek had to agree. He would be an idiot not to agree.

No.

He blinked rapidly. Radek had every right to leave. Working with him wasn't easy and Radek got the worst of it. He’d once apologized to the man for his behavior. He sighed. That moment of honesty made up for little as he went right back into his bubble of hostility. Just as vindictive, just as petty. But Radek knew his true feelings and a part of him thought that would be enough.

Maybe he was wrong.

It wouldn’t be the first time. He was never good with people. Social interactions were always difficult to navigate and understand. But, he had hoped, out of anyone, that he at least understood Radek.

Radek placed his glasses back on his nose. “Okay, Rodney,” he nodded. “I’ll come with you,” he leaned forward, “with some stipulations of course.”

Oh, thank god.

Rodney’s body sagged with relief. “Of course, yes, stipulations.” He waved the words away and flashed a lopsided grin at Radek, the other man smiled back.

The two of them stared at eachother. Their smiles slipped as the moment drifted on. Awkwardness seeping in. He wasn’t sure why he stepped closer, but something was missing.

Radek watched Rodney as he walked toward him, his eyes widening behind his glasses as understanding bloomed over his face. Rodney’s heart froze at the look as Radek nodded and moved his arms up in such a familiar yet terrifying gesture.

He wanted to be mean. Wanted to push him away, add a scathing remark for good measure. Instead, he held still as Radek wrapped his arms around him.

Radek didn't just hug him. No, he enveloped him like a warm blanket straight out of the dryer. It was exactly what he wanted, needed, if he were being completely honest.

Rodney choked back a sob as he realized Radek knew. He curled his arms around Radek and squeezed him back just as tight.

Radek knew.

#sga #stargate atlantis #rodney mckay #radek zelenka #twotalesff #myfic #stargate atlantis fanfic #hugs #radek zelenka & rodney mckay

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hawkdisaster · 21 days

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Is there any good SGA fanfics when one character - bonus point if the character is John Sheppard - is turned into vampire or become immortal in some way ? I would love to read this.

#immortality is cool until you realize you gonna have to watch your found family and friends die of old age (if lucky enough)#stargate atlantis fanfic #stargate atlantis #my post

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esotericfaerytumbls · 5 months

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Such a cute SGA ficlet.

#sga fanfic #stargate atlantis fanfic #rodney mckay #laura cadman #john sheppard #sga

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bagheerita · 2 years

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Hey it’s that time of year again: get ready for Wraithmas!!!

#wraithmas #stargate wraith #stargate atlantis fanfic #ao3 prompt meme

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agressive-hip-thrusting · 7 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Stargate Atlantis, Stargate - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Ronon Dex/John Sheppard, Ronon Dex/Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan/John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan/Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex/Teyla Emmagan, Carson Beckett/Rodney McKay, Carson Beckett/John Sheppard, Carson Beckett/Teyla Emmagan, Carson Beckett/Ronon Dex Characters: John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay, Carson Beckett Additional Tags: Whump, Allergies, Anaphylaxis, Comedy, Hurt/Comfort, Shepwhump Summary:

When Rodney states that he has never had anything with citrus in since he found out he was allergic, Ronon and John form a ridiculous bet to see who can get Rodney to eat citrus first. As per usual, John seems to be getting more into trouble than anything else.

updating regularly now on AO3 as well

#stargate #stargate atlantis #john sheppard #ronon dex #rodney mckay #anaphylaxis #shepwhump #whump #stargate atlantis fanfic

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wonkyelk · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Aiden Ford Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Team as Family, Established Relationship, Supernatural Elements, Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst Summary:

A ‘battling evil spirits’ AU

#mcshep #stargate atlantis fanfic

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witchcrafting-kitten · 10 months

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Something's Up At Dinner

Shawn the Wraith

Trigger Warnings: none really

A/N: I had an interesting time writing this. Went with they/them pronouns. Apologies to the requester for taking so long; life has decided to make me a bit busy and give me a good dose of writer's block.

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Dinner seemed to blur together. Shawn wasn't sure what to make of it or them. His mind was drawn towards Y/N, only partly paying attention to what was being discussed. They seemed to be rather calm around the wraith. No worry in the world it appeared. Just casually listening to the conversation.

It was what happened after dinner that caused Shawn to become more and more baffled. Y/N was straight up playing in the grass! Of all the brief civil interactions with humanity he's had, never has he gotten to witness a human take in their environment like this. Something pulled him to them to figure this out.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Acting like a carefree child in the grass?"

"This is my first time off-world in which I don't feel in danger."

"I doubt very much that your team agrees with your sentiment."

"It's not exactly like I can really explain why, I just do. Have you ever had that sort of feeling?"

"No," Shawn said flatly.

All of a sudden, Y/N stood up, "I can't believe I'm admitting this, but your chin whiskers are cute. Kind of remind me of this adorable breed of fish we have back on Earth called a koi fish. I absolutely adore them!"

Shawn stood there stunned. Out of nowhere, his heart felt as if it was beating a little faster and he was having butterflies in his stomach. "What a weird reaction considering I have no idea whether this human was being serious?" He thought to himself. As Y/N walked away, he didn't realize he was holding in his breath.

The End

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I hope this is alright. I've literally been trying to figure out how to write this fic for weeks.

#i don't know what this is #i don't know how to tag this #stargate #stargate atlantis fanfic #stargate atlantis

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figsandfandoms · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex Additional Tags: Episode: s05e06 The Shrine, Beer Drinking, mentions of Rodney/Carson, mentions of Rodney/Keller, but respectful mentions. no dissing of other ships, Bisexual Rodney McKay, Gay John Sheppard, Pining John Sheppard, Coming Out Summary:

John and Rodney share a picnic on the balcony

#McShep fanfiction #stargate atlantis fanfic

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mific · 2 years

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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex Additional Tags: Fanfiction, Team, Gate Travel, First Kiss, Team Bonding, Friends to Lovers, Memories, First Time Summary: There's a first time for everything.

Notes: Written for the 25th anniversary festival commemorating the start of the Stargate franchise. The prompt was to create something about any character recalling their first time through the Gate, or first experience of the Stargate Program.

#stargate atlantis #mcshep #rodney mckay #john sheppard #stargate atlantis fanfic #25 years

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purpleyin · 2 months

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Ladyjax wrote me Stargate Atlantis fic for Holly Poly 2023. <3 Teyla/Rodney/John/Elizabeth OT4 with 'Cut off from Earth' as the theme.

#holly poly #holly poly 2023 #sga fic #sga #stargate atlantis #stargate atlantis fic #stargate atlantis fanfic #ot4 #Cut off from Earth #teyla x rodney x john x elizabeth #Teyla Emmagan/Rodney McKay/John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir #Teyla Emmagan x Rodney McKay x John Sheppard x Elizabeth Weir #polyam shipping #teyla emmagan #john sheppard #elizabeth weir #rodney mckay

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hawkdisaster · 3 months

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Okay people, you know what ? Let me just finish my last WIP and I'm gonna write it. I still don't know when exactly, but I want to write it. All the city giving even the shittiest excuses to John Sheppard because absolutely NO ONE want to play golf with him ? Yup, I want to write it.

#bonus points if Atlantis is sentient ?#john sheppard #stargate atlantis fanfic #stargate atlantis #my post

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criminallyfanatic · 7 months

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updating regularly over on AO3 :)

#stargate atlantis #stargate atlantis fanfic #john sheppard #ronon dex #rodney mckay #shepwhump #whump

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bagheerita · 1 year

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Art/fic trade with @annwayne!!

A bit of flirty Todd/Teyla in a beach setting. <3

Read at AO3:

Or under the cut:

The sun was a comfort on her skin as Teyla lay back in her chair, relaxing for the first time in what felt like ages, soaking in the warmth.

Weeks of rain and fog had shrouded Atlantis, her team's dour mood not helped by an overlong mission to P3S-403 where the town they visited was still held in the depths of winter. Returning to a break in the weather and warmer temperatures was most appreciated. Many of the city's residents had journeyed to the nearest section of the mainland to make the most of it.

Teyla shifted on the towel she'd spread over the chair John called a "deck chair" and let the balmy breeze carry the distant sounds of her teammates and fellow citizens of Atlantis past her. Ronon and John were having some sort of debate about surfing in between their actual surfing. Rodney was discussing, somewhat stridently, with Carson the potential venomous properties of a creature he'd found. Farther down the beach, Doctors Cole and Zelenka were talking and fishing, along with Major Lorne and Lieutenant Rivers. Teyla, Amelia, and Marie had been swimming earlier- Teyla amused by the Earth tradition of swimming while clothed in a bikini- and had now taken over a trio of the deck chairs that had been set out, relaxing after their exertion. Teyla was comfortable, by her hand was a drink Amelia called a tequila sunrise, and she was warm and drowsy.

The warmth shining down on her suddenly went cold and dark. Teyla cracked open an eye with a frown.

Todd was looming over her, scowling.

"You are blocking the sun," she informed him.

His scowl deepened. "If you do not control your expedition leader, I may be forced to take drastic action."

Teyla blinked. She was slightly intrigued, but not enough to actually get up from her comfortable seat. "That is not a good reason to block my sunlight," she retorted.

Todd grumbled under his breath but shifted to the side. Amelia made a sound of wordless protest, as he was now blocking the sun from reaching her. Teyla lowered her sunglasses to raise an eyebrow at Todd.

He snarled, softly, and dropped into a crouch beside her. He looked around, as if feeling hunted.

Teyla found herself now curious in spite of herself. "What is the problem with Mister Woolsey?"

"He is insisting that I accept a garland of foul-smelling leaves in recognition of the accord between our peoples."

Teyla had the garland of leaves and flowers that Woolsey had given her currently wound around her head. "Such as this?" she asked, touching her crown.

Todd narrowed his eyes and inhaled. "Yes," he admitted. "Though yours does not smell quite so terrible." The sensory pits near his nose fluttered. "The scent is actually not unpleasant when combined with your own."

Teyla smirked. "So complimentary. He must have you quite unsettled."

Todd scowled at her grumpily, and ducked down further behind her chair as Mister Woolsey walked past them and down to an area where several people were grilling and cooking.

Teyla rolled her eyes. "There is a very simple way to get him to stop," she observed.

"And what is that?" Todd asked haughtily.

"To accept the garland from him of course. Perhaps then he would leave you alone."

Todd made a desperate, wounded sound deep in his throat.

Teyla sat up, no longer able to relax. "You wouldn't have to keep it if it smells so terrible," she observed.

Todd sighed. He was sitting on the ground behind her chair now, as deep in shadow as he could get. His eyes were narrowed as he peered up at her. "I could not accept such a token and then discard it." He looked away, uneasy, as if the confession revealed more than he wished.

Teyla softened. “Come then.” She stood from her chair and knotted the towel around her waist, its thin material wafting around her legs like a skirt. She took her drink in her hand and walked past the chairs, making her way along the rocky ridge where they had been soaking in the sun and up to a path that led under the cover of nearby trees.

Todd followed her eagerly, and when her bare feet stepping on broken branches and seed pods from the trees made her hiss and stumble, he offered his left hand to help her balance.

She didn’t thank him, but said, “The trail opens up again further ahead.” And even as she spoke the rocky trail they followed became covered with loose sand. The trees to their right were only small specimens now, their roots twisting through the sand as the ground in that direction sloped away down to the water in a long smooth line. Teyla's feet sank into the sand; it was hot on the top, where the sun hit, but cooler and moist underneath when she dug her feet in.

The trail continued along the high rocky ridge, but below them the sandy slope led to a small cove, and Teyla made her way down the side of the dune to where the sand was level on the water's shoreline. The sand here, and the rolling in of the waves, was undisturbed by any others, and only the distant sight of surfers and swimmers, and the occasional shouts from her friends and coworkers, prevented the cove from being entirely private.

Teyla arranged her towel-skirt beneath her and sat down, sipping her drink. "I hope you did not get too much sand in your boots descending the dune," she said with more amusement than sympathy to Todd.

He hummed thoughtfully, pulling off one boot and tipping it upside down to pour out what was definitely a large amount of sand. "Your plea appears to have been ignored," he observed.

Teyla laughed. "You are not exactly dressed to enjoy a day at the beach. Why did you come?"

His eyes rested on her. "Because you invited me." He cocked his head. "Why did you invite me?"

"To see if you would come," she admitted. "And here you are." She looked at him levelly, her sunglasses sliding down her nose so that she could look at him over the top of their dark lenses.

"Well, my queen commanded my presence." He smirked. "How could I do anything other than attend her whim?"

Teyla snorted.

Todd's smirk spread, and he sat down beside her in the sand.

"That will not help prevent you from getting sand in your boots," Teyla warned him.

"It seems an attempt to separate the sand from my person is doomed," Todd replied. He gazed back at her, amused despite any discomfort.

"I don't suppose Wraith have beach clothes," Teyla observed.

Todd huffed and said wryly, "That would be accurate." He rubbed rough grains of sand between the pads of his fingers sadly. "Though it is unfortunate as well. Our normal attire does not do well in such an environment."

Teyla leaned back on one arm, braced behind her against the sand, and held her drink in her other hand, rolling the ice inside so that it clicked against the sides of the glass. "You could adopt a popular tradition and wear nothing at all," she suggested.

Todd drew himself up as if offended at the suggestion, but his smile grew sly and he leaned back on his left hand, mirroring Teyla's posture. "Would that please you?"

"Me?" Teyla held her drink against her cheek, her skin feeling quite warm against the glass's icy surface. "We were discussing your comfort."

"I am quite comfortable," he replied, grinning at her.

"Oh? Well, if we’ve exhausted that topic and there’s nothing else to discuss, maybe it's time for a swim." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you planning on swimming?"

"I'll have you know Wraith are excellent swimmers."

"I am certain," Teyla replied with false sincerity. "Though I feel that that your normal aura of threat would be difficult for you to maintain with your apparel sopping wet and squeaking with every step."

Todd threw back his head and laughed. "What is it you say, touché? I will concede your point. As you've won, I suppose I must divest myself of an article of clothing?"

I believe you are thinking of poker," Teyla observed.

"Am I?" Todd affected surprise. "Hmm. So, then you agree I don't owe you a forfeit?"

"I didn't say that." Teyla's eyes shone. "Perhaps you should double the forfeit, as you confused the stakes."

Todd laid a hand to his chest as if wounded by her remark. "I? Confused? I am quite certain that it was you who mentioned the wrong game."

Teyla blinked in surprise. "Are you suggesting I should be the one to take off my clothes?"

"If that is what you wish, my queen," Todd agreed eagerly.

Stymied, Teyla set her drink on the ground. She stood up, her skirt clutched around her. Then she released the material and it fluttered to the ground. "I am going swimming," she stated.

"As you say, my queen." Todd cocked his head. "Though, surely it is dangerous to swim alone."

It's dangerous to swim with Wraith," she retorted. "Especially one who will not admit when they have lost."

Very well." Todd pulled off his other boot, wiggling his toes in the sand while making a face. He stood, undoing his coat as he moved to let it fall from his arms. He had a sleeveless shirt of a thin material that he wore under it; Teyla was certainly not watching the way it clung to his muscles. He continued, pulling the shirt over his head and pulling his long legs free of his long, tight leather pants, under which he wore nothing at all.

"Am I now properly attired for swimming?" he asked her innocently, then affected a deep concern. "Though I heard one of the others mention sunburn and I wondered if I should be concerned. I have not bared so much skin in a long time."

Teyla took off her sunglasses, tossing them down on her towel, and then looked him up and down. Mostly down. She met his eyes. "It's not that much," she assured him. "I wouldn't worry."

Todd laughed easily again. He moved past her and into the water first, moving like a creature entirely comfortable with that environment.

Teyla huffed a small sigh of annoyance to hide her smile and focused on swimming. The water was warmer near the beach where it was only as shallow as her ankles, but quickly became cold when it was deep enough to swim in. She swam out to the mouth of the cove, about 200 yards, to where she could see the surfers quite well beyond the outcropping that set apart this cove. She paused there and her feet, treading under the water, struck sand. She set both feet down and found herself standing on a sandbar, the water only coming up to her collarbone.

She'd seen no sign of Todd since entering the water, but, once she stopped, he surfaced near her. The droplets of water on his skin caught the sunlight, shining like jewels. He turned toward her grinning.

"Are you enjoying your swim?" he purred, the sound warming her in a way that should not have been possible.

"The view was excellent, until recently," she replied.

He caught the amusement in her expression and his grin widened in response. He lifted his hands out of the water to display a fistful of shells of a familiar bivalve in his left hand. "I have heard these are quite tasty."

Teyla reached out to take them from him, examining the shells.

Todd stood up on the sand bar, looming over her as he stepped close. His eyes flashed, without any aid from the sunlight. "It is said they are prized for their amorous properties." He grinned.

Teyla handed the shells back to him. His smile faded, though he did not let any true disappointment show.

"Take them back to the beach," Teyla said. "We can eat them there." She met his eyes, then looked away as if indifferent. "I would like to enjoy them while finishing my drink."

He grinned again. "Yes, my queen." The words were teasing, but his manner was eager. He dove back into the water and swam a circle around her before vanishing into the darkness of the ocean.

When he couldn't see, Teyla smirked. She dove back into the water as well, headed for the beach.

#stargate atlantis fanfic #teyla/todd #todd/teyla #todd the wraith #teyla emmagan #annwayne

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agressive-hip-thrusting · 7 months

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The Citrus Job - Chapter Two

When life gives you lemons, grab an EpiPen.

Inspired by Whumptober and my discussions with @whump-star about the anaphylaxis prompt, I've accidentally stumbled upon a ridiculous plotline for a fic, In which Sheppard and Ronon form a bet to see who can make Rodney eat citrus first. Please enjoy the first chapter of what will undoubtedly be a ridiculous series of events.

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Chapter Two

Whilst being trapped in the infirmary was not Sheppards idea of a good time, it had given him an opportunity to consider his options for sneaking citrus into McKays food and winning this bet. He considered simply giving McKay an orange when he was focused on his work, knowing how oblivious he got when working, but quickly doubted he would ever fall for that. No, if he truly wanted to win this bet, he would have to be a bit more creative than that. Luckily, all his years in the military had taught him a variety of tactics for concealing weapons, a useful skill for now having to hide citrus in unsuspecting places. It was just a pity they had never taught him how to successfully hide under a bed.

Despite lingering misgivings, Beckett reluctantly released Sheppard from the infirmary in the morning, although under strict instructions to avoid any possible further injury, and a ban from missions for a week. Even though he was annoyed that he couldn’t head out into space any time soon, this gave him the perfect opportunity to spend a week finding a way to win. Wasting no time, he headed off into the city, eager to begin enacting the plans now forming in his mind.

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Ronon had not left Rodney’s side since he had woken up, and Rodney was close to losing his mind. As Rodney continued to tap away at his keyboard, he felt his mind wander to the eyes boring into the back of his skull. As much as he tried to concentrate, the constant presence of the hulking man kept pulling him from his train of thought.

“Is it absolutely necessary for you to be here right now?” He blurted out, swivelling around in his stool, “Do you not have other things to do? Or other people to annoy?”

Ronon simply smirked at him, jumping up to sit on the counter behind him. “Nope.”

Rodney let out a sigh, clear there was not much he could do to get this distraction out of his lab, short of hauling him out. He thought about that for a second, before flashing to the innumerous trips to the infirmary Sheppard had following their sparring matches.

“Fine,” he replied, swivelling back round to his laptop, trying to concentrate once again, “Just try not to break anything.”

He tried to block the presence from his mind, tried to immerse himself in the power grid improvements he was working on. And for one blissful moment, he lost himself in the numbers, in the programming. Everything else slipped away.

The door slid open.

“Oh great. Just great. You know, why don’t you all just come in here. Make it a party. It’s not like I have vitally important work to be getting on with.”

“Jeez, someone’s cranky today.” John siddled in, hopping up onto the table next to Ronon, although much less gracefully, and with much more wincing.

“Is there a reason that you’re both just hanging around in my lab?”

“Would you accept your dazzling personality and sparkling company as an acceptable reason?” John shot back.

Any sort of retort died in his throat. He could feel the calm of his workspace slipping away, and in the hopes of getting even the slightest bit of work done he spun around once more, hoping for no more distractions or he would start to get dizzy. He began typing once more, trying desperately to block out the soft mutterings of the men behind him.

The mutterings lulled, and for a moment, Rodney hoped that maybe they would get bored, or find something else to do together, and leave him alone to his work.

As he began to hope, he suddenly felt a sudden and wet thwack against the back of his head. As whatever had hit him fell to the floor with a soft thump, an intense waft of orange drifted from the back of his head. Rodney froze, struggling to comprehend what had just occurred, the smell growing stronger and panic setting in.

Silence filled the room as Rodney continued to sit still in his chair. No one dared move. Subconsciously, John’s hand moved to the pocket of his trousers, watching closely for any signs of medical emergency or sudden death.

In a flash, Rodney moved from stillness to a flurry of movement, jumping from his seat and glaring at the men still lounging on the table.

“Who did … Did you … What was … Did you just throw an orange at my head?!” His eyes darted down to the offending object on the floor, now sufficiently mangled from its fight with the back of his head. “Who did that! Who threw an orange, A PEELED ORANGE, at the back of my head? Are you insane? Are you trying to kill me? What the hell were you thinking, is this some sort of sick joke?”

The men sat in silence still, both of them staring in a mix of amusement and … concern. Rodney couldn’t quite tell.

“Which one of you did this?” He shouted, pointing down at the sad excuse for a fruit now littering his floor.

They sat for a second, before pointing in sync at the other.

“Oh perfect. Well that’s just great. Idiots, the lot of you. If one of you could kindly clean up this … mess, I now have to go take a shower. Thank you VERY MUCH.” In his hurry to storm away, Rodney missed the sudden look of horror that grew on Sheppard's face.

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As the sounds of Rodney’s varying insults faded away down the corridor, Sheppard turned to the man next to him.

“What the HELL was that?”

“What?” Ronon shrugged his shoulders, not much else to add to the conversation.

“You do realise he has to actually EAT the orange right? You can’t just … smear him in orange juice and hope for the best.” John continued to stare at Ronon, trying to figure out what the hell was going through his mind.

“Well, the juice could have … gotten into his mouth.”

“From the back of his head?!”

Ronon shrugged again, smirking slightly at the situation.

John lowered himself from the table, wandering over to the sink at the side of the room, gathering supplies to clean up the orange still splattered on the floor.

“Here’s another question,” He added, moving back towards the orange on the floor, his eyes drifting now over to Ronon. “Why did you peel it?”

“Same reason you pull the pin out of a grenade. More explosive.” Ronon mimed an explosion with his hands, mimicking a blast noise as he did so. John shook his head, stepping back slightly. As he did so, he felt the world fall away as his foot slipped out from under him.

He shot his hand out, trying to grasp the table, the stool, anything to stop his descent. His hand closed around a solid mass on the table and he tightened his hand around his. He pulled. The laptop Rodney was working on fell with him. In the seconds before impact, Sheppard had only the time to let out a soft “crap” before his world went black.

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Ronon raced through the halls, the limp body of Colonel Sheppard slung over his shoulder, his head bouncing against his back with every step. He charged through into the infirmary, dumping him on the closest bed before calling out for Carson’s attention.

The doctor raced in from the other room, the concern in Ronon’s voice sent a shudder through him.

“What is it? What happened?” His eyes fell from Ronon’s figure down to that of Colonel Sheppard, unmoving where he lay on the bed. He rushed over, scanning quickly over his body. He noticed the steady rise and fall of his chest, and as he placed his hand on John's wrist, he could feel the strong, if slightly quickened pulse. He let out a soft sigh, relieved that whatever has transpired, it wasn’t as serious as he first assumed. He moved up to his head, flashing his pen torch in his eyes. Normal reactivity. Satisfied at least with this small miracle, he looked again to Ronon.

“What happened? Another sparring accident?”

“Nope, not this time. He … Knocked a laptop onto his head.”

Becket glanced down again at Sheppard, noting the bruise that was now beginning to form on the other side of his head, matching the bruise from the prior night. He let out another sigh, his eyes closing briefly as he tried to maintain his composure, wondering how one man could injure himself so frequently, and with such intensity. A highly trained Air Force Colonel, taken out by a laptop. At least he didn’t have to figure out how to write ‘death by laptop’ on a death certificate.

A soft groan pulled him from his thoughts, and he looked down to see Sheppard struggling to bring himself up to a sitting position.

“Try not to move Colonel, you’ve been out for several minutes, it’s best you lie still.” He placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing him gently back into a horizontal position. He let out another groan, resting a hand over his eyes.

“God, my head is killing me doc.”

“Yes, well that would probably be the second concussion in as many days. Just try not to move, I’ll get you some painkillers.”

He moved away, heading for the medical cabinet. He fidgeted with the lock, questioning briefly how many painkillers this man alone had taken. As he looked around inside the cabinet, he felt a presence at his back. The man behind him cleared his throat softly, and he glanced over his shoulder, seeing a slightly sheepish looking Ronon looking down at him.

“Can I help you Ronon?”

Ronon fidgeted slightly with his hands, his eyes darting to the wall over his shoulder.

“Ronon?” He prompted him again, confused by the hesitancy in his stance.

“I was wondering if you could … show me how to use an Epipen.”

“An Epipen?” He turned back to the cabinet, reaching in to grab the painkiller from the shelf, “Why do you need to know how to use an Epipen.”

Ronon rubbed at the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with the doctor as he turned again to face him. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes running over his face.

“McKay” He shrugged, finally making eye contact with the doctor.

“Oh, right.” Beckett shuffled past him, depositing the painkiller with the Colonel, pausing briefly to make sure that Sheppard actually took them, before walking back over to where Ronon still stood. “I suppose it makes sense, what with his allergy. But, you are aware that Rodney is perfectly capable of using an Epipen should the need arise.”

“What if he can’t.”

The doctor considered this for a moment. “Fair point. Well, it’s pretty straight forward.” He reached back into the cabinet and pulled out an Epipen, holding it out in front of him to demonstrate. “ You simply pull the pen out of the case, remove the blue cap, and stab the orange end into the thigh, and hold it for about ten seconds. Just remember orange to the thigh, blue to the sky and your golden.”

“Oh right, so I just -” Ronon reached out and grabbed the Epipen from his hand, moving to take the blue cap from the end.

“Nope!” Carson’s hand shot forward, stilling him in his movements before he stabbed either himself or Carson with the drug. “Best not to practise with a real one. Unless someone is actually in anaphylaxis, please, do not inject them with adrenaline.” He carefully lifted the Epipen out of Ronon’s hand, ensuring the blue cap was still firmly in place, before securing it away in the cabinet.

“Here, I have something that might help.” He walked across the room, opened a draw, and pulled out a training Epipen. “It's a training one. You can practise to your heart's content and no one ends up in the infirmary. I hope.” He added, a sudden flash of Ronon jabbing the training Epipen with such force into Sheppards thigh that he broke a bone entering his mind.

With the training Epipen now secured with Ronon, Carson turned to attend again to his duties, another Sheppard concussion to be dealt with. As he moved across the room, he stalled suddenly, a thought entering his mind.

“And please, Ronon, don’t stab it into your own thigh.”

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