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'Reprogrammed' by fathomlessspite

2007-10-28T22:45:53Z

A/N: So it's been forever since I posted 'The Program' and I've still yet to finish the sequel, and probably wont for a while, as I've made other commitments in terms of writing, and have work and uni as well. But I thought I would start posting it anyway.

Title: The Program
Rating: All
Character: McKay, Sheppard
Category: General, Action Adventure maybe? Intrigue? Mystery? Oh no, suspense, that fits!
Summary: Meet Doctor Rodney McKay M.D. & Detective John Sheppard. Sheppard ends up in hospital from a gunshot wound on a failed raid with colleagues Lorne&Dex & finds himself under Dr. McKay's care. Both are experiencing strange flashbacks & memories. Not AU

And now for the sequel....

Title: Reprogrammed
Rating: All
Character: McKay, Sheppard
Category: General, Angst, Friendship
Summary: Having returned from Lorania and released from Duyell's machine, Sheppard and McKay should be recovering nicely, shouldn't they? Apparently not, and the promised help to correct the reprogramming the machine did is no where to be seen. How will Rodney and John deal with the basic changes in their personalities? Will the effects of the change be more harmful than they initially suspected?

( Part 1 )

A is for Awesome

2007-01-30T11:21:03Z

TITLE: Awesome

AUTHOR: garneteve

RATING: PG

SUMMARY: Major Sheppard, meet the Stargate.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine, how I wish they were!

LINKS:
Creators site: 50 John Sheppard Icons by _wwsd_
Challenge site: stargate_abcs
My community: malesofatlantis

CREDIT: All credit goes to kaaatie for her wonderful icons!!! Without which, these fics would not be possible.

“Cool.”

“Is that all you have to say, Major?”

“Um, Really cool?”

“Oh for crying out loud!”

“You asked what I thought, and I just gave you the answer. Um, Sir.”

“Listen, Major. No normal person, no military cadet, has ever *dreamed* of *ever* seeing something like this!”

“Yes, Sir. That’s why I said cool.”

“Don’t you think you could be a *little* bit more enthusiastic? It is, after all, the most valuable artifact of all time. One might even say the key to our history.”

“And…”

“And, you’re going through it tomorrow, perhaps on a one way trip. Major, you’ve never felt *anything* as good as this. Walking up the ramp, it’s like electricity running through you; the anticipation…will it hurt? What will it feel like? What will be on the other end?

“You get to the event horizon, face to face. It’s a pool of the bluest water you’ve ever seen. It will mesmerize you; pull you in to its addiction. You will be able to feel the coolness on your face as it ripples gently.

“And when you do finally take that step through, it’s like diving into the coldest depths you’ve never had the pleasure to experience.

“It’s like stars, galaxies, planets; all cease to exist as you’re pulled violently from Earth to your destination, by the force of a stable wormhole that people discovered eons ago.

“And when you take that first step out, and breathe in, your lungs crack with icy pleasure with your first breath. It’s pure bliss.”

Major Sheppard left the Generals’ office that day with a sense of awe. He was going through the Stargate the next day, and his little chat with the General…he was really looking forward to it. Being a Major in the Air force really made you appreciate new experiences. Especially with a first hand view from General O’Neill.

Major Sheppard took a small detour back to his temporary quarters, to take a look in the Gate Room.

Towering a good five times higher than himself, he walked hesitantly up the ramp, placing his hands on the cold naquadah ring.

“Awesome.” John breathed, as a shiver of excitement ran up his arm from the anticipation of traveling to another Galaxy. Oh yeah, O’Neill was right.

physics_flyboys @ 2007-01-14T18:04:00

2007-01-14T18:07:30Z

Title: The Program, Parts 1 through 7
Rating: All
Character: McKay, Sheppard
Category: General, Action Adventure maybe? Intrigue? Mystery? Oh no, suspense, that fits!
Summary: Meet Doctor Rodney McKay M.D. & Detective John Sheppard. When Sheppard ends up in hospital from a gunshot wound on a failed raid with colleagues Lorne&Dex he finds himself under Dr. McKay's care. With both experiencing strange flashbacks & memories, they begin to realise not everything is as it seems.

Part 1 here
(links to further chapters inside)

physics_flyboys @ 2006-11-10T22:23:00

2006-11-10T22:23:03Z

Title: Ante Animus Part 4/4
Rating: All
Character: Rodney McKay
Category: Angst
Summary: Details of part of Rodney's past that he'd rather forget come to light, details that he's afraid will ruin the tentative friendships he's made in Atlantis. Brendan Gaul lends him a helping hand.

Part 1, 2, 3

Ante Animus - Part Four (of four)

It turned out that Cathy was totally his type, and totally into him from the looks of things. Which could definitely pose a problem.

After spending every evening with her since their coffee shop rendezvous, Rodney reluctantly decided to break it off before it went too far. The only problem now was how to do it he thought, mentally pushing away the fact that he didn’t want to do it in the first place. He was known for his brutal honesty, but somehow he didn’t think she’d be overly impressed with “I’m afraid my dealer will kill me.” Then again what did it matter what she thought of him if he was breaking up with her?

And so when the credits rolled on the film they had been watching, two nights before term resumed, Rodney prepared himself for an uncomfortable conversation.

However, just as he was about to start speaking to door to the dorm opened.

“Hi Brendan!” Cathy greeted the intruder brightly.

“Cathy?” he asked with a frown as he dropped his bag by his bed.

Rodney dropped his head onto the back of the couch and closed his eyes, somehow managing to keep the stream of cursing internal.

“What are you doing?” Brendan asked.

“Watching a movie,” Cathy told him.

“But it’s finished now,” Rodney said, doing some quick thinking and reworking his plan. The first step of the plan was to get Cathy out of the dorm so he could get the second step into motion; coming up with a new plan. “And it’s getting pretty late,” he continued. Brendan frowned at the clock, it was barely eleven pm.

“That’s Rodney speak for ‘I’ve had enough of you for today’,” she said with a smile as she stood up. And damn how did she know him so well already?

“I-” Rodney glanced at Brendan then back at Cathy. ‘Coward!’ he screamed at himself mentally.

Nonetheless, he followed her to the door and smiled after she kissed him goodbye, adding an automatic ‘See you soon.’

When he closed the door he leant his forehead against it and screwed his eyes shut with a groan.

He was so dead.

* * *

When the four of them were all seated and the briefing room doors shut Weir began speaking.

“My original intention when I organised this briefing was to apologise to you Rodney,” she said, looking into his slightly surprised face. “The way in which I dealt with this situation wasn’t ideal and likely made it more stressful than it had to be,” she continued.

Rodney opened his mouth to protest, but then closed it again when Weir shook her head fractionally in response.

“I also would like to add that whilst I have yet to devise a suitable punishment for your misconduct, that there will still be one. I can’t and wouldn’t punish you for past misdemeanours, but I can for the fact that you deliberately deceived me by withholding this personal information,” she said firmly. Rodney nodded his acceptance, that was more than fair.

“You said that was your original intention, so there must be something else?” Carson questioned.

“Yes,” Weir nodded. “Not long after I contacted you to organise this briefing, Chuck came to me and told me he’d found another encrypted portion of Doctor McKay’s file,” she told them.

“What?” Rodney asked in confusion. “I didn’t, I mean I don’t, I-” he stuttered. “It was just that, there was nothing else,” he said eventually.

“As I discovered,” Weir nodded. “Would you like me to read it to you?” she asked. Rodney glanced hesitantly at Carson and Sheppard before shrugging, it couldn’t get any worse than it had.

“Okay,” he nodded. Weir smiled and diverted her attention to the laptop in front of her and began reading.

“Dear Doctor Weir, or whomever it may concern. If you are reading this letter then Rodney’s dismal plan to keep his past hidden has failed - as I told him it would, repeatedly. I’m unsure if my part in all of it is alluded to in the files but I was there, not for it all, but for the worst of it. And whilst it’s an experience I’d rather not have had, I’m glad that I did if it means that I’m able to defend Rodney now,” Weir paused and glanced at Rodney who was staring at her with wide eyes. She took a deep breath and continued.

“And herein lies the purpose of this letter. I Brendan Gaul wish to vouch for Rodney McKay. Shocking, I know. But whilst he acts like a complete and total jerk most of the time and is one of the most arrogant people you’ve probably had the pleasure of meeting, he’s also -on some hidden level- a good person. One who tends to get caught up in bad situations, as his presence here with us on this expedition once again proves.

“Again I am unsure as to whether the file details the situation extensively, I’m sure you know which event I’m alluding to. But rest assured if Rodney hadn’t acted (by hitting Jason Cooper in the head rather forcefully with the butt of his own gun, which wouldn’t have killed him if the pressure inside his head wasn’t already too high because of the colourful cocktail of drugs he had taken), then I wouldn’t be here today and neither would Cathy Richards, not to mention any others who Jason manipulated into drug dependency.”

Rodney idly wondered how things had got so bad so fast, as he pressed his hand over the bleeding wound on the side of his stomach. He had realised things would be bad when Jason found out about him and Cathy, but he’d belatedly realised that bad may have been a bit of a conservative prediction.

He blinked groggily at the floorboards before turning his head slightly so he could just see Brendan, unconscious on the floor by the coffee table, which Jason had thrown him on. There was blood oozing out at a worrying rate from his head.

From this angle he couldn’t quite see Jason and Cathy. He shifted again, ignoring the shot of raw fiery pain that ran through him as he did so. Finally, he could see them. Cathy was sitting against the headboard of Brendan’s bed, Jason in front of her, pining her arms down with one of his hands and running the tip of the knife he’d used on Rodney down the side of her face with the other.

Rodney had known from the minute Jason had burst into the dorm, brandishing his weapons with a frenzied energy which Rodney was unfortunately all to familiar with, that things were going to turn bad. He had stared into Jason’s eyes -dilated pupils and all - with horror as he threatened Rodney with the business end of his gun, not ten minutes ago.

The same gun which was now lying on the floor at the end of Brendan’s bed.

Rodney would have grinned or smirked, but every single movement seemed to be causing him pain so he wasn’t going to waste it on that, instead he began moving as quietly as he could over to the foot of Brendan’s bed.

When he finally reached it his hands closed over the cool metal with a wave of relief, which was almost immediately punctuated with a pang of reluctance. He had absolutely no idea how to use a gun.

He gritted his teeth and stood up as quietly as he could. Luckily Jason was concentrated solely on Cathy, and having seen him she had started struggling again as a distraction. Smart girl.

Mustering all his strength, and anger, Rodney swung the gun forward so that it hit Jason’s skull with a loud crack, before he collapsed to the ground and passed out.

Rodney blinked out of his flashback and returned his attention to Elizabeth’s voice.

“This surprising selflessness in life-or-death situations has been brought to the forefront of Rodney’s personality since our arrival in the Pegasus galaxy, but the point I’m trying to make is that it was always there, even when he was at his lowest points.

“Rodney McKay will always remain one of the most brilliant people I’ve ever met, but also one of the bravest. I’m sure he will have saved us all many more times between the time I’m writing this and when you read it. I feel safer out here knowing he’s here with us, and so should you, despite any revelations about his past. Yours faithfully, Brendan Gaul.” Weir finished and a heavy silence fell in the room.

Rodney was more than aware that he was glassy eyed and that his mouth was stretched into a very thin line, with his knuckles being bone white from having his fists clenched so tightly.

He didn’t know whether to cry of laugh. In the end he let out a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh.

“Idiot,” he muttered. Weir chewed on her lip -for once unsure of what to say, whilst Carson looked at him with concern. It was Sheppard who finally broke the silence.

“Sounded pretty smart to me,” he said sincerely. Rodney felt something in his chest tighten as the others nodded their agreement.

* * *

Brendan glanced around Rodney’s quarters upon entering and smiled to himself. Despite them having only been on Atlantis for barely a week, and also taking into account that Rodney had likely not even slept yet, he’d somehow managed to make the room his own, even with the sparse decoration. A jacket slung over a chair, unmade bed, laptops, tools, and piles of paperwork made it as haphazard as their dorm had been at university all those years ago.

Rodney himself was sitting at his desk, staring in concentration at the screen of one of the laptops. Brendan seated himself on the end of the bed, nearest to where Rodney’s desk was and waited to be acknowledged.

Realising he’d likely be waiting a long time he glanced over Rodney’s shoulder to see what he was doing and sighed in irritation at what he saw.

“You can’t seriously still be going through with that,” he snapped at Rodney.

“I think you’ll find I can,” Rodney replied, without looking away from the screen.

“Rodney, you can trust Doctor Weir. I’m sure she wouldn’t judge you solely on this,” he reasoned. And it was the truth, from what he’d seen of Elizabeth Weir she was an amazing individual. Having been thrust into such a hostile situation she could have easily diverted to a military mindset, but she’d kept her ideals whilst still being the best leader possible in the situation they found themselves in.

“I’d rather not have to find out thank you,” Rodney answered stubbornly. Knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument, Brendan decided to be the voice of warning. Providing himself with future opportunities to say ‘I told you so’ would have to do for now.

“Someone will find out eventually,” he said. “We brought the best and the brightest with us, Rodney. And whilst you are probably among the brightest of us,” Rodney smirked smugly and nodded at that, “This won’t stay hidden forever, someone will find the anomaly and decrypt the file,” he finished.

Rodney bit his lip and glanced at him briefly, and Brendan realised Rodney knew that as well as he did.

“Yes but at least this will give me some time to…” he trailed off and waved a hand as if to explain what he meant. Brendan understood perfectly. This would give Rodney time in which to prove himself. But he could tell Rodney didn’t believe that. Even when Rodney proved himself to others it was never enough for himself.

Brendan had every faith that Rodney would prove himself to everyone on Atlantis, repeatedly.

“Anyway, you’re here, you can vouch for me when it hits the fan,” Rodney said distractedly as he returned to the screen.

Brendan nodded seriously. Knowing Rodney was already engrossed in what he was doing, he spoke anyway. “Yes, I will.”

(END)

And Nothing But the Truth - by With_Apostrophe

2006-10-30T16:06:06Z

And Nothing But The Truth - By With_Apostrophe (Mission Report Challenge)

Title: And Nothing But The Truth
Author: with_apostrophe
Genre: Humour
Characters: John, Rodney, Ronon, Teyla (and very briefly) Elizabeth
Spoilers: Tiny, but highly spoilerific mention made of "The Real World", season 3
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Disclaimer: Not mine - at least not outside my brain.
Words: 3000
Warnings: Photo and prophylactic abuse ahead!
Summary: John tries to persuade Rodney to let them write a full and complete report of their latest mission. E-mails and hi-jinks ensue.

A/N: Much praise and thanks to the wonderful graceandfire who beta-ed this, and attempted to quash my utter Britishness (and she did it from under a mountain of paperwork). Also thanks to dr_dreddfor letting me steal my favourite Teyla line from 'Memos From the Edge.' and providing inspiration for the format. Credit to New Atlantis and Atlantica - you'll see why if you follow the links.

Date: 22 Aug 2006 01:34:42 (AST)

From: J. Sheppard

To: R. McKay

Cc: T. Emmagan; R. Dex

Subject: Mission Report # 313 (aka - The One You Won't Let Us Tell The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth About)

You gotta let us tell Elizabeth the whole story about what happened. You know how down she's been lately after the whole “hallucinatory nanites” incident and I think reading an unedited account of our mission would do wonders towards making her feel better

You owe me for distracting her in the debriefing so she wouldn’t notice that we weren’t telling her everything, buddy.

Be a man, step up to the plate and let us unleash our report writing skills.

Sheppard

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 01:39:36 (AST)

From: R. McKay

To: J. Sheppard

Cc: T. Emmagan; R. Dex

Subject: Re: Mission Report # 313 (aka - The One There Is No Way Any Of You Will Be Telling ANYONE The Whole Truth About Unless You Want To Have Sweet's "Greatest Hits" Blasted Into Your Quarters At Random Intervals Whilst You Are *Trying* To Sleep)

Which part of “don't you dare tell this to anyone or I'll find a way to make your nuts shrivel up and die” did you not understand Flyboy? Let me see (ha!) if I can put that more succinctly for you.

YOU TALK: YOU SQUAWK

Capisce?

And whilst I appreciate your efforts to distract Elizabeth in the debriefing, the idea was not that we put off telling her, but that we NEVER tell her.

Dr Rodney McKay

PS (There are no words to describe the gruesomeness of your mixed metaphors.)

PPS (You HATE writing reports. I thought you'd be jumping up and down like a toilet brush haired kid at having less to write about)

PPPS (Perhaps you should also look up 'really bad' in the dictionary. It was about 100 light years beyond 'really bad')

PPPPS (I can't believe you're using the 'Friends' episode title format for your subject lines. Do you have no shame?)

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 01:42:26 (AST)

From: J. Sheppard

To: R. McKay

Cc: T. Emmagan; R. Dex

Subject: Re: Re: Mission Report # 313 (aka - The One Rodney Is Being WAY Too Sensitive About Because Let's Face It He’s Done Equally Embarrassing And Hilarious Things In The Past - Enzyme Overdoses And Drooling Over Lucius Ring Any Bells?)

Were you absent or merely stuck in a feedback loop of your endless internal monologue on the day when they taught you never to threaten an Air Force Colonel who knows what your allergies are?

And yes, whilst normally I’d go as far as to say that I’d rather listen to you rambling on ad infinitum about power variables and quarks and crap than write reports, THIS was one I was actually looking forward to. With material like that, I reckon I could get a job as sit-com screenwriter.

Sheppard

PS (I looked up 'hypochondriac' in the dictionary and look what it said.

hypochondriac
n proper noun Rodney McKay)

PPS (I note you weren't too ashamed to adopt my use of the 'Friends' episode title format. Pot. Kettle. Black, eh Rodney?)

PPPS (Oh god! The first half of my opening line reads like YOU wrote it! Perhaps we've been spending too much time together. Get thee behind me Rodney!)

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 01:46:29 (AST)

From: R. McKay

To: J. Sheppard

Cc: T. Emmagan; R. Dex

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Mission Report # 313 (aka - The One I Have EVERY RIGHT To Not Want Anyone Else To Know About And I'll Thank You To Remember That I Took That Enzyme Overdose To Save Your Sorry Ass - And If You Tell Anyone About The Mission, I Won't Be Bothering Again - To Save Your Ass - I Presume You Know I Won't Be Taking Enzyme Overdoses Again)

This is a photo of me laughing at your oh so funny USAF issue humor.

Do they issue that when you join the Academy, or do they wait until you graduate, or whatever you grunts do?

Just to make it extra clear for you - NOT ONE WORD of what I may have said or done from the point after I entered that hut, to when I exited it is going to make it into anyone’s report, or cross the seal of anyone’s lips. OK?

Dr Rodney McKay

PS (Your screenwriter crack is SO not helping)

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 02:12:21 (AST)

From: J. Sheppard

To: R. McKay

Cc: T. Emmagan; R. Dex

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Mission Report # 313 (aka - The One That Is Currently Going To Read Something Like This)

Mission Report # 313
Lt Colonel John Sheppard

Date Submitted: ??/??/???? (Because if Rodney gets his way nothing will ever be submitted and won’t THAT look suspicious?)

Mission Date: 20 Aug 2006
Destination: M62 7GH (Known to the inhabitants as Spocirk)
Time of Arrival: 17:20 (AST)

Space Gate… descended through atmosphere…flew 20.8 km NNW…landed 2 clicks east of village.. walked to village….McKay whining as usual about exercise etc… met villagers…

Teyla explained to the nice villagers that we wanted to check out the source of the energy readings we had detected…Ronon stood around looking intimidating until some kids showed up and talked him into showing off his knives (I counted 9 on his person including his sword).

The Spocirkan villagers explained they were having some problems with their power generator which turned out to be of the Ancient type so we offered our (aka McKay’s) services.

McKay fixed their generator in five hours after telling them all how impossible it would be and they seemed very, very happy. They surrounded him and carried him back to the village, which I let them do as they out-numbered us 25-1. As a sign of their gratitude, they declared an evening of celebration that we felt obliged to attend. We were ushered into a large and comfortable hut…

…eight hours later…

We said farewell to the Spocirkans, and walked back to the Puddle Jumper, in which we flew back to Atlantis without incident.

Date of Return: 21 Aug 2006
Time of Return: 18:45 (AST)

Because I’m sure Elizabeth won’t be thinking there’s anything missing from something like that.

And her mind won’t be racing when she sees the list of consumables that need to be replaced.

8 X large condoms
1 tube sun screen
4 Tylenol (soluble)
1 Chicken Tetrazini MRE

The truth is a let down when you consider what she’d be imagining happened if she had those facts alone!

Lt Colonel Grunt

PS (Thanks for the revenge material - aka your photo)

PPS (I’m going to bed. Now)

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 02:16:34 (AST)

From: R. McKay

To: J. Sheppard

Cc: T. Emmagan; R. Dex

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Mission Report # 313 (aka - The One That Will Look Nothing Like The One Sheppard Just Pulled Out Of His Skinny Behind)

I hate you.

Dr Rodney McKay

PS (I really, really hate you)

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 02:17:59 (AST)

From: R. McKay

To: J. Sheppard

Subject: Hello?

Dr Rodney McKay

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 02:20:51 (AST)

From: R. McKay

To: J. Sheppard

Subject: You really have gone to bed haven’t you?

Dr Rodney McKay

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 02:22:46 (AST)

From: R. McKay

To: J. Sheppard

Subject: Lightweight

Dr Rodney McKay

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 08:56:09 (AST)

From: R. Dex

To: J. Sheppard; R. McKay

Cc: T. Emmagan

Subject: Re: Mission Report # 313 (aka - The One You Won't Let Us Tell The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth About)

I agree. We should tell her.

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 08:59:24 (AST)

From: R. Dex

To: R. McKay

Cc: T. Emmagan; J Sheppard

Subject: Re: Re: Mission Report # 313 (aka - The One There Is No Way Any Of You Will Be Telling ANYONE The Whole Truth About Unless You Want To Have Sweet's "Greatest Hits" Blasted Into Your Quarters At Random Intervals Whilst You Are *Trying* To Sleep)

I wouldn’t mind having sweets blasted into my quarters, especially if it’s blue jello.

Cream is optional, though from what I saw Berina didn’t think it was optional for you McKay.

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 09:02:26 (AST)

From: J. Sheppard

To: R. Dex

Subject: Sweet

R. Dex wrote…
I wouldn’t mind having sweets blasted into my quarters, especially if it’s blue jello.

Cream is optional, though from what I understand it wasn’t optional for you in that hut.

Buddy - you’re the best!

I’ll explain the “Sweet” reference to you later, and tonight I’m going to teach you about Eric Clapton.

Sheppard
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Date: 22 Aug 2006 09:04:31 (AST)

From: R. Dex

To: R. McKay; J Sheppard

Cc: T. Emmagan

Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re: Mission Report # 313 (aka - The One I Have EVERY RIGHT To Not Want Anyone Else To Know About And I'll Thank You To Remember That I Took That Enzyme Overdose To Save Your Sorry Ass - And If You Tell Anyone About The Mission, I Won't Be Bothering Again - To Save Your Ass - I Presume You Know I Won't Be Taking Enzyme Overdoses Again)

Interesting photo. I prefer the large copies currently replacing the targets in the shooting range to this small one. Shooting accuracy has improved greatly.

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 09:05:11 (AST)

From: R. McKay

To: J Sheppard

Subject: Dead Man Reading (that means you!)

R. Dex wrote…
Interesting photo. I prefer the large copies currently replacing the targets in the shooting range to this small one. Shooting accuracy has improved greatly.

I hate you with the power of 10,000 ZPMs.

What did I ever do to deserve this?

Don’t answer that.

Well at least it explains why the Marines started laughing when I scowled at them in the Mess Hall at breakfast.

Dr Rodney ‘I hate you so much words cannot express it’ McKay

PS (Did I mention that I hate you?)

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 09:05:43 (AST)

From: R. Dex

To: R. McKay; J Sheppard

Cc: T. Emmagan

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Mission Report # 313 (aka - The One That Is Currently Going To Read Something Like This)

Yeah, she’d definitely suspect something.

At least I now know why I was able to kick Sheppard’s ass so easily during training this morning.

Sheppard - you might want to rethink staying up so late if all you’re going to do is exchange strange e-mails with McKay and make really large copies of his photo. Whilst the photos improved everyone’s aim this morning, I doubt that your efforts will have any long-lasting effect on our fight against the Wraith.

You counted 9 knives, including my sword? Keep trying. That’s still not all of them.

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Date: 22 Aug 2006 09:07:29 (AST)

From: J. Sheppard

To: R. McKay

Subject: Re: Dead Man Reading (that means you!)

Just let us write the damn report in its complete state McKay!

Nobody resists: nobody gets hurt.

Stop being such a baby and take it like a man. It really wasn’t that bad in the whole scheme of bad things.

Sheppard

PS (I’m sorry about the shooting range thing. That wasn’t very professional of me. But it really did improve everyone’s accuracy)

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Date 22 Aug 10:47:53 (AST)

From: T. Emmagan

To: R. McKay; J, Sheppard; R. Dex

Subject: Spam

If I recall Elizabeth’s explanation correctly, “Spam” means two things. The first is that interestingmeat that the Daedalus’ brought us one time, and the Colonel suggested we trade for fresh fertilizer (although I believe he used a different term to refer to the fertilizer).

The second is a type of nuisance message that people on Earth who use e-mail regularly receive. I believe the subject matter usually concerns bodily enhancement drugs, computer software something called a ‘Nigerian Lottery’ or photos of naked women with men who have been using the enhancement drugs. I am relieved that due to our distance from Earth this has not been a problem from which we have suffered.

However, Elizabeth also explained that the term can be used to describe ANY nuisance e-mails.

Please could you stop sending me Spam? I received a great deal of this from Colonel Sheppard and Dr McKay last night and received even more from Ronon this morning.

If you wished to resolve the matter of the mission report, why did you not discuss it in person, rather than sending silly messages back and forth? The whole matter seems very childish, especially the photos on the shooting ranges.

Have I told you lately that I find your people rather strange?

Teyla Emmagan
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Date: 22 Aug 10:49:58 (AST)

From: T. Emmagan

To: R. McKay;

Cc: R. Dex; J. Sheppard

Subject: Seriously.

As funny as you may think it is to send everyone a photo of the Colonel hugging some kind of stuffed toy, not everybody finds it amusing.

Please stop spamming me.

Teyla Emmagan

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Date: 22 Aug 10:50:15

From: J. Sheppard

To: R. McKay

Subject: Very funny

I have to thank you for sending this hilarious photo to absolutely everyone in Atlantis, although I have to say that your PhotoShop skills leave much to be desired. I could do better than that myself. A teddy bear is kinda lame. Couldn’t you find a photo of Malibu Barbie?

By the way, that loud bang you can hear is the sound of you shooting yourself in the foot, as now Elizabeth’s going to know for sure that something’s up.

Why don’t you just write your version of the report - all incidents intact - and we’ll agree to base our accounts on your account.

Write the full report McKay!

Sheppard

PS (We’ve also pissed off Teyla. I’d keep a look out if I were you)

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Date: 22 Aug 10:51:47

From: E. Weir

To: R. McKay; J. Sheppard

Subject: My office. Now!

I know you’re both using your laptops now, so don’t try to pretend that you haven’t seen this yet. You have ten minutes to get to my office.

Dr Weir

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Date: 22 Aug 10:52:17

From: J. Sheppard

To: R. McKay

Subject: FW: My office. Now!

E.Weir wrote…
I know you’re both using your laptops now, so don’t try to pretend that you haven’t seen this yet. You have ten minutes to get to my office.

Told you so.

Sheppard

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Date: 22 Aug 11:31:15

From: R. McKay

To: J. Sheppard

Subject: (None)

You folded like a card table and you told her everything!

I hate you more than ever.

Dr Rodney McKay

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Date: 22 Aug 11:32:28

From: J. Sheppard

To: R. McKay

Subject: Re: (None)

That was self-defense!

Well if you’d just let us write the damn report in the first place none of that would have happened.

Sheppard

PS (Weird sense of déjà vu as I wrote that)

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Date: 22 Aug 11:33:57

From: R. McKay

To: J. Sheppard

Subject: Re: Re: (None)

I mean you told her EVERYTHING! The special cream Berina fed me and only me; the ensuing loss of judgment; the model of their solar system I constructed; the singing….

Oh god! The singing...

Oh god! What I did BEFORE the singing…

I loathe you.

Your enemy.

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Date: 22 Aug 11:46:04

From: J. Sheppard

To: R. McKay

Subject: Mission Report # 313

Frankly, I thought the condom solar system was ingenious. I’d never have thought of squirting sunscreen inside the *balloon* to simulate that ice planet, and using the chicken tetrazzini for the insides of the gas giants is probably the best use of an MRE I’ve ever seen. Watching you slip a rubber over the end of that flashlight to represent their sun was truly… educational.

Your explanation of how the heating element worked was enthusiastic (even by your standards, though I don’t think removing jacket, t-shirt and pants was strictly necessary) but received well by all, and I think Berina appreciated it the most. Let’s just say that she didn’t think the element was the hottest thing in the room. What a shame for you that you used all the prophylactics for other purposes…

Personally, I could have done without the singing, but the villagers seemed to enjoy it. It’s not that you can’t sing, it was more your choice of songs. You might want to remove “Space Man” and “Jump Around” from your repertoire.

Well at least the Tylenol were used for their intended purpose and the effect of the cream was short-lived.

I really can understand why you didn’t want to tell anyone, but you gotta agree it turned out for the best. It made Elizabeth laugh, so that was a plus, and she insisted that we write about it in only the broadest terms in our reports, *farewell prospects of new writing career* so no one else need ever know.

AND she was laughing so much she forgot to punish us for our little photo war! Cool!

Sheppard

PS (You’re not going to try to find a way to shrivel my nuts now are you?)

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Date: 22 Aug 11:50:24

From: R. McKay

To: J. Sheppard

Subject: Re: Mission Report # 313

You’ll never know.

Unless one day it suddenly happens.

Dr Rodney “Evil Genius” McKay

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Date: 22 Aug 14:53:39

From: J. Sheppard

To: R. McKay

Subject: 20:30

Tonight I’m hosting another session of “Sheppard’s Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame” featuring glam rock and Eric Clapton. Ronon and Teyla are coming, and I’ve made Teyla promise to leave her sticks in her quarters.

There will be popcorn, chocolate and a bottle of Molsons with “Evil Genius” written on it.

Interested?

Sheppard

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Date: 22 Aug 15:02:31

From: R. McKay

To: J. Sheppard

Subject: Re: 20:30

Ok.

Dr Rod… oh why do I bother?

Later.

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physics_flyboys @ 2006-10-29T13:37:00

2006-10-29T13:46:13Z

Title: Ante Animus Part 3/4
Rating: All
Character: Rodney McKay
Category: Angst
Summary: Details of part of Rodney's past that he'd rather forget come to light, details that he's afraid will ruin the tentative friendships he's made in Atlantis. Brendan Gaul lends him a helping hand.

Part 1, 2

A/N: I meant to post this sooner...oops, it's here now though!

Ante Animus - Part Three

“Hey Radek,” Rodney greeted his fellow scientist, who was half ensconced in the ‘Gateroom floor.

“Rodney,” Zelenka sat up and glanced at Rodney as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Want a hand?” Rodney asked, inspecting the toes of his boots.

“Yes, was wondering where you had gone when Doctor Weir requested my assistance. Especially as you were quite vocal about not allowing other people near repairs,” he answered with a curious look.

“You know, around. I’m an important man I’ll have you know,” Rodney responded as he sat down on the floor.

“Yes, yes, or course. Should have known,” Radek said, as he rooted around under the floor. “Ah ha!” he exclaimed, and pulled out - “The conduits interface. You repair, I will connect when you finish,” he said and handed it to Rodney.

“Right,” Rodney said as he began working on the component.

“Soo…” Radek said a few minutes later.

“No,” Rodney cut him off.

“No?”

“No.”

“How do you even no what I was to say?”

“You were working on the encryption. I’m not stupid, I doubt anyone else would have been able to break it as fast,” he said without looking up.

“Thank you,” Radek said and looked at Rodney contemplatively. “Whatever this newly revealed information in your file details, it cannot take away from your achievements since arriving in Atlantis.”

“You didn’t read it then,” Rodney said with an self depreciating smile.

“Rodney…”

“Yes, yes Radek. Thank you for the sentiment, I doubt it will prove to be true but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

“You are welcome,” Radek said with a smile.

“Now get back to work,” Rodney snapped half-heartedly.

* * *

By the end of the first semester Rodney was a financial and physical wreck as a result of months spent in Jason’s company. He made his way bleary eyed through his lectures, seminars and life in general.

Now Rodney wasn’t stupid. He’d realised by now that spending the evening being irritated by Gaul was better than he’s nights spent getting high with Jason at great expense to his pocket and his health. Especially considering that he didn’t know exactly what went into the crap Jason sold him, meaning it could possibly send him into anaphylactic shock and kill him.

But for all the complaining, moaning and bitching Rodney did about his various ailments, his concern was as superficial as most of them were. Even for things such as his citrus allergy, which could mean a quick and painful death. This general apathy when concerning his life (or death as the case may be) added to the fact that he was completely hooked by this point, meant that escaping Jason wasn’t on the cards for the near future.

When Christmas break came and Jason as well as Brendan went home for the holidays, Rodney found himself at a loss. Without Gaul to avoid, and Jason to hang out with he managed to complete three research papers in the first week.

By that time he was getting a little irritable without Jason and his on tap supply of illegal substances. He’d taken to spending all of his mornings, and often afternoons in the on campus coffee shop.

One afternoon one of the waitresses completely threw him by sitting down opposite him at his booth.

“Hi Rodney,” she said with a smile. Rodney frowned, did he know her? She did seem familiar, maybe he’d seen her around campus?

“Hello,” he glanced at his name tag, “Cathy. Is there something I can help you with?”

“No, just wanted to say hi,” she grinned, flashing pearly white teeth at him. She had a pretty face with short blonde hair framing it. As he recalled (from when she had served him his coffee) she was quite petite and nicely proportioned. All things considered she shouldn’t have been sitting at his table.

“Have we met?” he asked cautiously, not wanting to offend her if they had. But then again chances were if he’d forgotten her she wasn’t worth remembering.

“Not as such. I’m in Jason Cooper’s English Lit class, and I’m friends with Brendan Gaul,” she told him.

“Oh,” he said, not quite sure what else to say. If she was friends with Brendan then it was likely she wasn’t friends with Jason, so she had that going for her.

“Well I’ve seen you around, and Brendan has nothing but good things to say about you…” Rodney snorted into his coffee.

“Look, Cathy, Brendan’s a little…” he trailed off as various pieces of information in his mind fell into place. “Hang on, Cathy Richards?”

“Yeah,” she nodded with a smile, obviously pleased he knew her name. Unfortunately he only knew her name because Jason had recently set his sights on her, and was using his Christmas break to perfect his ‘ensnarement plan’. And now it looked like she was hitting on Rodney, a phenomenon which in itself rarely occurred. Typical.

“So,” she smiled. She really needed to stop doing that if he was going to be able to say no. “Do you want to get coffee sometime?” she asked. He smirked and gestured with his hand around the shop. “Right,” she laughed, and wasn’t that just even worse than the smiling? “I finish in twenty minutes, how ‘bout I bring us over some coffee and we can talk then?”

Rodney was entirely ready to make up an excuse, he really was. Because obstructing Jason’s plan would most likely have consequences, unpleasant ones. Which was why he was completely bewildered when he found himself agreeing.

* * *

Elizabeth walked slowly back to her office once she had finished her lunch; her thoughts focused on the current problem that was Rodney McKay. She had realised that it probably hadn’t been the best of ideas to confront him when she was still in shock, it might have gone a little better if she’d allowed herself some time to let the information to sink in. Perhaps talking to him alone might have also been better, rather than ganging up on him.

She sighed tiredly. But what had been done couldn’t be undone. The issue now was what to do with the information. Rodney’s parting statements this morning had undoubtedly been correct. Learning of something that occurred in the past, doesn’t alter the present, just our perception of it. If she’d known, would she have even brought him along in the first place, she wondered. There was no doubt that if she had chosen not to include him on the expedition that there would have been more casualties. The city itself might not even be here.

His past, no matter how colourful, didn’t change his actions here. Rodney McKay was still not only one of the bravest and the most intelligent members of the expedition, but also one of the bravest and smartest people she’d ever met.

Feelings settled on the matter, Elizabeth’s thoughts gravitated towards what kind of disciplinary action she should take. He had after all encrypted a large portion of his file, preventing his superior from seeing it. The only problem was that she couldn’t think of anything… she’d have to think on that one for a while.

As she crossed the walkway to her office, her gaze drifted down to the ‘Gateroom and focused in on two scientists who appeared to be taking apart the entire floor. She momentarily thought about calling Rodney up to her office, but decided against it. He had likely been upset by the days revelations, and however strange it seemed to her, something methodical such as repairing some Ancient wiring would probably help him relax.

He looked up just as she was about to enter her office and caught her gaze. She smiled at him and nodded, his eyes widened for a moment before he nodded back and returned to his work.

Elizabeth smiled to herself as she entered her office.

* * *

Rodney frowned down at the now repaired interface and glanced back up at Weir’s office, to which to door was now closed, but he could see her sitting at her desk, back to him.

What had that been about? Did this mean he wasn’t in trouble? Surely she wouldn’t smile at him if she was contemplating getting rid of him as soon as possible? No, that would be spiteful, and Elizabeth was definitely not spiteful.

Rodney smiled to himself and his spirits lifted slightly.

“Radek,” he called, the scientist’s head popped up out of the Atlantis floor moments later. “I’ve finished,” he said, indicating the interface sitting on the floor in front of him.

“Good. I have just finished repairing and replacing damaged wiring,” he said. “Pass interface please.”

Rodney passed him the piece of equipment and watched as he disappeared again into the flooring. A few minutes later Radek called out that he had connected the component.

“Chuck,” Rodeny tapped his radio, and the technician looked down on them from the control centre. “We’re ready,” he told him.

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait!” Radek exclaimed as he scrambled out of the floor and glared at Rodney as they both got to their feet. “Are you intending to electrocute me?” he asked angrily.

“Sorry,” Rodney replied with a smile. “Chuck?”

“Initialising all consoles,” he told them. After a few moments he spoke again, “Everything’s working perfectly,” he said. “Well done.”

“Thank you,” Rodney and Radek said at the same time.

“Right, I’m going to get something to eat, I never got to finish my lunch earlier,” Rodney said before heading towards a transporter.

“Do not worry,” Zelenka called after him sarcastically. “I will tidy everything up and patch up giant hole in gateroom floor!”

Rodney smiled to himself as he exited the ‘Gateroom.

* * *

“Doctor Weir,” Chuck greeted her and stood in the doorway to her office, holding a laptop under his arm.

“Yes?” she questioned him.

“We’ve discovered another hidden portion in Doctor McKay’s file,” he told her with raised eyebrows.

“What!” she exclaimed, having already decided to forgive Rodney and put his past in the past. In fact she’d scheduled a meeting with him, as well as Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Becket, that was to occur in less than an hour in which she planned to apologise to him for the way she had approached the matter.

It irked her that after being found out he hadn’t confessed to this additional deception.

“Here,” the gate tech. said, opening the laptop he was carrying and sitting it upon her desk. “I’ll leave you to it,” he said with a nod as he left her office, closing the door behind him.

With a sigh Elizabeth let her eyes fall upon the text on the screen, and they widened with surprise at what they saw.

Part 4

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physics_flyboys @ 2006-09-04T11:38:00

2006-09-04T10:42:46Z

Title: Ante Animus Part 2/4
Rating: All
Character: Rodney McKay
Category: Angst
Summary: Details of part of Rodney's past that he'd rather forget come to light, details that he's afraid will ruin the tentative friendships he's made in Atlantis. Brendan Gaul lends him a helping hand.

Part 1

Ante Animus - Part Two

A week passed and life with Gaul as roommate wasn’t that taxing. He appeared to have heard of Rodney’s significant genius from someone, and had proceeded to develop a small case of hero-worship. Which was a little irritating, but at least meant that he didn’t have to stop working when he wanted a cup of coffee.

It was one evening in the second week that the first major problem occurred.

Rodney was alone, Gaul having been inexplicably invited out by some of his classmates for the evening. Having had enough of studying, Rodney situated himself on the small sofa (the biggest that the confines of the room would allow) and in front of the television and began channel hopping. He stopped on a channel showing ‘sci-fi classic’ (as it was billed) Forbidden Planet.

Not long after the movie started, there was a knock on the door, the visitor didn’t wait for an answer before letting themselves in.

“Ah the Tempest, I know it well,” he said before sitting down next to Rodney.

“I highly doubt that,” Rodney replied to him. Jason Cooper had been there a year longer than Rodney, and had still yet to complete his degree, changing his major every year, he was currently on English Literature.

“Right as usual,” he smiled lazily as he put his feet up on the coffee table in front of the sofa. “Maybe I should stick around and watch the film with you, for educational purposes.” Rodney sighed in irritation, that tone of voice meant one thing.

“What do you want Jason?” Jason smirked, being used to Rodney’s brash demeanour.

“You haven’t been to visit me yet Rodney,” he said, pouting. “I thought we were buddies.” Rodney snorted.

“Since when do I have friends?” he asked.

“You’re avoiding the subject,” Jason sing-songed.

“Yes well perhaps that’s because I don’t want anything to do with the subject, maybe I’ve sworn off the subject, perhaps I’m clean and don’t want to dirty myself with the subject again,” Rodney told him firmly.

“Every year,” Jason mumbled.

“This year I mean it,” Rodney said resolutely.

“I’ll give you a freebie this time round,” he wheedled, Rodney shook his head. It’d be free this time, but not for the rest of the year, there was always a price. It was how Jason paid off his fees, with as much to spare afterward. “C’mon Rodney I can see you’ve been working hard,” he said in reference to the stacks of books and notes occupying the majority of Rodney’s side of the dorm and some of Brendan’s. “You need to relax,” he drawled. Rodney wavered and Jason saw it.

Rodney eyed the clear polythene bag Jason took out of his pocket and the white powder inside it hesitantly as he felt his fingers twitch restlessly, fighting the urge to reach forward and grab it.

“Come on Rodney,” Jason grinned at him.

It was a good thing he’d never be in a situation where he was being tortured for information, he thought as he capitulated, he was pathetically easy to break.

By the time the credits of Forbidden Planet rolled Rodney was happily buzzing and sitting upside-down on the sofa with his legs laying over the back, looking down at Jason who was lying on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table humming tunelessly with his eyes closed.

When the door clicked open Jason sat bolt upright. “Who are you?” he demanded of Brendan.

“Oh didn’t I tell you?” Rodney asked. “I’ve got a new roommate.”

“Oh,” Jason said, looking at Brendan with interest.

“What are you doing?” the kid asked curiously.

“Watching a movie,” Rodney told him, looking back at the screen that was just showing the end of the credits. “Oh, I guess it finished,” he said, attempting to shrug. In the meantime Jason had stood up.

“So what’s your name kid? I’m Jason Cooper,” he said with a smile.

“Brendan Gaul,” the kid said.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Brendan Gaul,” Jason said with flourish, Rodney rolled over and sat up properly on sensing his tone. “Would you like to join us?” Jason asked pleasantly, with an arm outstretched to the sofa.

“No,” Rodney said quickly, Brendan looked at him quizzically, as did Jason but his expression poorly hid his underlying anger. “Brendan has an early class tomorrow, don’t you Brendan?” he looked at Gaul, praying that the kid would get it and play along. But then again he may very well have an early class tomorrow, Rodney really had no idea.

“Yeah,” Brendan agreed. “Yeah I do.”

“See?” Rodney looked at Jason innocently. “We wouldn’t want to be bad influences would we Jase?”

“Clearly,” Jason replied, glancing between the two. “Well I’d better be going then, let Gaul here get some sleep,” he smiled nastily. Rodney stood up as Jason began heading towards the door. Jason paused behind Brendan and took a step forward. “Please to meet you Brendan,” he breathed into his ear before spinning round and heading out of the door. “I’ll see you soon Rodney!” he called out as Rodney slammed the door behind him.

“Why did you tell him I had an early class tomorrow?” Brendan asked, looking hurt. He probably assumed that Rodney just didn’t want him hanging out with his friends, which might be true if he had any, but as he didn’t he couldn’t really say.

“Just, steer clear of Jason, okay? Once he’s got his teeth in you it’s very difficult to shake him.” Why he was giving advice to this little runt he didn’t know.

“But-” Gaul began, looking ready to argue. Rodney shook his head in exasperation and the kid closed his mouth.

“Trust me Brendan, I know,” he added darkly.

* * *

Rodney stormed his way through the halls of Atlantis back to his quarters. Once there he stood in the centre of the room and looked round helplessly.

“Crap, crap, crap,” he muttered as he began pacing the length of his room. Bed, stepstepstep, wall; bed, stepstepstep, wall; bed, stepstepstep, wall.

He frantically began processing every possible outcome this situation could have. At the very least, he realised; he was going to lose the respect and trust of at least Carson, Sheppard and Weir, more if they decided to share. And wasn’t that exactly the reason he’d encrypted the file in the first place? Once he’d realised he had a decent shot at a new start and the possibility of actually making friends, he’d locked away his sordid past where no one could find it. Or so he had thought.

There was no point in even trying to explain, they’d probably never get past the words in the file, wouldn’t be able to accept that there had been extenuating circumstances. All they’d see was Rodney McKay: desperate criminal who stole and committed fraud to feed his habit. Who killed his dealer - why? - probably to get his stash without having to pay. It wouldn’t matter what he said. That sort of record spoke for itself, which was why he had attempted to silence it.

He sat down heavily on the end of the bed. Well at least he’d had a year. A year of friends and a dream job, life sucking aliens aside. It was more than he’d had in the past, he should be grateful for that at least, seeing as they’d probably ship him back to Earth at the first opportunity.

He lay back and stared at the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes. “Shit,” he sighed.

* * *

Teyla picked up a plastic cup of what Colonel Sheppard told her was called ‘jello’ and added it to her lunch tray. She glanced round the room and noticed Doctor Weir and Colonel Sheppard sitting at a table together and began walking towards them.

“Teyla?”

She answered the radio, recognising the voice, “Yes Doctor McKay?”

“Do you, er, happen to know where Colonel Sheppard is?”

“Yes, he is here in the commissary. I was just about to join him and Doctor Weir for lunch,” she told him.

“Elizabeth is there too?”

“Yes. Is there a message you would like me to pass along?” she asked with a frown, surely he contact them via their radios.

“No, no. No message. Thanks for your help Teyla,” he said before closing the channel.

She contemplated Doctor McKay’s strange behaviour as she approached the table.

“Teyla!” Weir exclaimed as she approached and the pair ceased their conversation.

“May I join you?”

“Of course, sit down,” Sheppard said with a smile. “So Teyla,” he said once she was seated, “Are you ready for some serious competition this afternoon?” he asked, he was referring to their training session.

“You are improving Colonel, but I doubt I am yet under threat of ‘serious competition’,” she smiled as Weir chuckled.

* * *

After Brendan had met Jason - and consequently seen Rodney at his lowlife best - he stopped bringing Rodney coffee, or taking everything he said as given fact. He began to question. Rodney hated people who questioned him. They were time wasters, seeing as Rodney was almost always right about everything.

But what irritated Rodney most about Gaul, was that he often proved Rodney wrong. Well, not wrong per-say, because he had no-where near the amount of knowledge Rodney had. However, he often brought up points when arguing which led to whole new, perfectly valid, lines of reasoning.

And now that Brendan knew he could best Rodney - on the rare occasion - he was the most argumentative and annoying individual Rodney had ever had the displeasure of spending extended periods of time with.

To make it worse he was inescapable! Rodney was stuck with him for at least a year, probably two. The only escape was to leave the dorm; which was fine during the day when Rodney could go to the library or the labs, but with little to no social life Rodney had only one avenue of escape for the evenings. Jason. Which meant chemically induced escape if you didn’t want your host to kick you out on your arse.

And so Rodney spent his evening losing brain cells that he could afford to but money that he couldn’t.

Part 3

physics_flyboys @ 2006-08-29T20:38:00

2006-08-29T19:44:25Z

My second ever Atlantis story, and once again it's Rodney angst! You've gotta love it...
Title: Ante Animus Part 1/4
Rating: All
Character: Rodney McKay
Category: Angst
Summary: Details of part of Rodney's past that he'd rather forget come to light, details that he's afraid will ruin the tentative friendships he's made in Atlantis. Brendan Gaul lends him a helping hand.

A/N: I usually despise flashbacks, but here I've written a story with them in. All italics are from the same time (established in the first part) except for the very last one at the end of the story, but that'll be obvious when you read it. The regular writing is all set in the present, which could be any season really, as I've just realised that at no point do I include or mention Ford, Teyla, Ronan or any of the other characters intoduced in season two.

I've always thought that Gaul and McKay had to have some backstory because they were obviously friends (in the SGA season 1 complete companion it says Gaul was a 'close colleague' of McKay's), and while I maybe embelished it to make it more interesting I don't think the initial premise is too far from believable.

Oh and obviously I'm not condoning substance abuse of any kind with this story.

Ante Animus - Part One

Rodney glanced up from his desk as the door opened. Into his dorm stepped a short, scrawny looking brown haired boy. And boy was the operative word. This boy - something Gale? - was starting his degree a whole two years early. Not as early as Rodney had been when he was an undergrad (a whole three years younger than the other freshmans), but impressive nonetheless.

Impressive or not, it didn’t mean Rodney wanted to share a dorm with him. Rodney was now a total of five years older than this boy. In the second year of his second degree, (Advanced Mathematics, his first having been in Physics), having additionally completed a Masters in Astrophysics last year, Rodney was now a 5th year resident on campus.

Now you’d think this would count for something, that a little privacy wouldn’t be too much to ask for. But with a shortage of accommodation, and deeming it unwise to place the kid with his fellow freshman in case he was corrupted by their improper influence, the powers that be had decided to foist him upon Rodney. Hoping Rodney would set a good example. If only they knew, Rodney though with a smirk. A smirk which appeared to be intimidating the poor kid.

“Hi,” the kid said bravely. “I’m Brendan, you must be Rodney McKay.” Brendan put down his case on the empty bed and walked over to Rodney’s desk. “Pleased to meet you,” he said, sticking out his hand. Rodney shook it as quickly as possible.

“Look in other circumstances I might be vaguely please to meet you as well,” Rodney said. “But you see you’re kind of invading my personal space-”

“The Dean thought-” Brendan interrupted.

“I’m well aware of what he thinks, I’ve spoken with him about this on various occasions,” Rodney said acidly. “As I was saying, don’t take it personally if I give you a less than warm welcome, I’ll just be trying to adjust to your presence. Not that I’m that likeable usually either,” he added. Brendan nodded in understanding.

“Don’t worry I understand, you’d rather be on your own. I’ll try to make myself as unnoticeable as possible,” he said with a smile before walking over to his side of the room and starting to unpack his case. Rodney grunted his thanks before returning to his work, his eyes momentarily stopping on the name tag on the kid’s case; Brendan Gaul.

* * *

Rodney was not having a good day. In fact today was shaping up to be one of the most truly horrifying he had experienced without suffering any direct threat to his life.

Not only had a group of the idiots that called themselves scientists under his command screwed up royally, but now he was stuck fixing it. Which meant he was on his back - his bad back, which was getting worse and more painful by the minute - deeply entrenched in the floor of the ‘Gateroom. Additionally, as he was pulling out various crystals and rewiring extensively because his ‘team’ had overloaded a considerable amount of the hardware, in plain view of the control room, he had the increasingly worried looks of Doctor Weir and all other personal in the area.

They seriously thought he was going to screw up. It didn’t matter how many times he fixed something that saved their lives, there was just no faith in his abilities whatsoever.

But it got worse.

Apparently Colonel Sheppard had been perusing the personnel files yesterday evening, only to come across an anomaly on Rodney’s. Of course Rodney himself was already aware of this anomaly. He’d created it himself when he’d encrypted a good portion of his file so that it wasn’t on display to, well, anyone.

And so now they had someone trying to discover exactly what that glitch was. He had found this all out via the security systems installed in the control tower, as they hadn’t actually approached him about it yet, but it was just a matter of time really. Especially once someone hacked into the file. Although that would probably take a while considering he devised the code, but then again Atlantis was populated by the best and brightest, so probably not long enough to devise an effective escape plan.

He sighed and laid his head back on the ground and closed his eyes.

“You all right in there McKay?” Sheppard poked his head through the hole in the floor Rodney had climbed through to get underneath it.

“Peachy,” he grunted, opening his eyes again and continuing replacing the wiring above his head.

“Not claustrophobic or anything?” Sheppard asked.

“Thank you Colonel, I had successfully not been thinking about the small inescapable space I’d sequestered myself in. Until now,” he gritted out.

“Sorry,” Sheppard said with an apologetic upside-down shrug. He glanced around the small space. “Want a break? You missed lunch you know.”

Rodney was on the verge of snapping back that if it weren't for the morons who overloaded the systems in the first place he wouldn’t have missed lunch at all. But he was feeling kind of light-headed and he really wanted out of the Atlantis floorboards.

“Sure,” he acquiesced. “Give me a minute.”

When he’d escaped from his Plexiglas coffin or whatever the stuff was that the city was made of, he and Sheppard headed towards the nearest transporter. He didn’t miss the looks Weir, Zelenka and the new gate tech -Chuck?- gave him as he left. It looked like they’d figured out his file had been purposefully encrypted. He idly wondered how long it’d take for them to hack in. Not long, he’d bet, with Radek on the case.

Carson joined Sheppard and Rodney for lunch not long after they sat down. He distractedly listened to Carson tell them about the recent patients who had visited the infirmary; all from the overload in the circuitry in the ‘Gateroom. Rodney grinned when he heard that Kavanaugh’s ponytail had had to be hacked off because it was too badly burnt to salvage.

“You’re rather quiet today Rodney,” Carson commented during an ebb in the conversation. Rodney just shrugged. “How are those repairs going? As I hear it, you won't let anyone else near ‘em.”

“They’d only blow the place up again,” he said with another shrug.

“You sure you’re all right lad?” Carson asked with a frown.

“Maybe it’s the small work space getting to you,” Sheppard suggested.

“That must be it,” Rodney agreed.

It was a few minutes later when the call for Carson, Sheppard and himself to go to the briefing room came over the radio.

“What is this regarding Doctor Weir?” Carson asked as he and Sheppard stood.

“An anomaly found in Doctor McKay’s records,” she said tersely. Rodney’s eyes widened.

“That was very fast,” he commented.

“What?” Sheppard asked.

“You know, I’ve just remembered I left Miko in charge of a project in my lab and promised to drop in on her. Soo..” he trailed off and stood up quickly. He began walking towards the exit as Sheppard tapped his radio.

“Elizabeth, Rodney seems reluctant to-”

“Make sure he gets here Colonel,” she interrupted.

“Yes Ma’am. McKay!” he shouted and Rodney stopped in his tracks and turned to face them.

“Fine, fine,” he sighed. “Let’s get this over with.”

* * *

Weir guided him to her office and requested that the others wait in the briefing room. He sat down heavily in a chair in front of her desk and looked at her questioningly.

“We found an anomaly in your file,” she said. Rodney raised an eyebrow for her to continue. “Why did you-?”

“You’ve read the long lost file of Rodney McKay right?” he asked, she nodded. “Then you really don’t need to be asking that question, do you?”

“I guess not,” she frowned. “I don’t exactly know what to do with this Rodney,” she sighed.

“I’ll just leave you to figure that out then,” he said and began to stand up.

“Sit down,” she said, her tone brooked no argument, so he sat. “I’ll start by handing it over to Doctor Becket.” Rodney cringed.

“Elizabeth-” it was bad enough that he’d probably lost her respect, but not Carson’s as well.

“Rodney,” she said sternly.

“Right,” he deflated and sank back into the chair.

“Come on,” she said, standing up.

“Now!”

“Yes Rodney, now.”

He trailed behind her out of her office and to the briefing room. He assumed that they’d be telling Colonel Sheppard as well, seeing as he was sitting in there with Carson. Great.

There was a file sitting at the table, Elizabeth sat down in front of it and slid it over to Becket. He took it with a questioning look.

“Read it,” she instructed. Sheppard glanced at it curiously. “You too,” she told him. He stood up and read the file over Becket’s shoulder.

“You can sit down Rodney,” she told him, as he was standing on the side of the table nearest the doors, hands folded behind his back. “You might be here a while.”

Rodney sighed and sat down in the chair next to him, as he watched the faces of his colleagues as they read his file.

Carson stopped reading and looked up after the fourth page. “I think I’ve read enough for the time being,” he said, eyeing the extensive remaining pages. “This, this should be in your medical file.” He said, looking up at Rodney, who was studiously studying his hands that lay on the table.

“I agree,” Elizabeth said, giving Rodney a stern look.

“Of course you do,” Rodney muttered. “Look if it had been important to a situation I would have mentioned it,” he defended.

“What if were unconscious Rodney?” Carson said angrily. “And for that matter I don’t remember any mention that you had a history of substance abuse when I was feeding you stimulants for three days!”

“You wouldn’t have given them to me if I had!” Rodney replied angrily.

“Exactly!” Carson declared.

“Do you know what a ridiculous point you just made! Would you have preferred me to have fallen asleep and for us all to be Wraith food?” he spat.

“McKay,” Sheppard said warningly.

“Right,” he took a deep breath. “Calm. Sorry.”

“It’s not just the medical records I’m worried about,” Elizabeth said.

“The criminal record?” Rodney guessed.

“Yes,” Elizabeth confirmed.

“Criminal? You?” Sheppard questioned. Rodney laid his head down on the desk and groaned quietly.

“Elizabeth please. I encrypted that file for a reason,” he said quietly. He looked up imploringly into Elizabeth’s eyes. He spotted a small amount of sympathy before she shut it out.

“I think we need to discuss it,” she said.

“Discuss it?” Rodney frowned. “Fine,” he said, sitting up straight. “What exactly would you like to discuss?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

She looked unsure and glanced to Sheppard and Becket then back to him. Rodney rolled his eyes.

“I’ll just start with the worst and we’ll work our way down from that shall we?” he asked her. “Right then,” he took a deep breath. “Number one; murder, in self defence.”

“Murder?” Becket asked quietly.

“He was a bastard Carson, you have no idea what he did to-” he barely stopped himself from saying ‘to me’, but he did, “- to people,” he said instead.

“Rodney, the file says-” Elizabeth began.

“I know what the fucking file says,” he hissed at her. She looked like he’d slapped her. “I… Look, I just…" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “This is pointless. This happened years ago, just because you’ve nosed about and read all about it doesn’t change it or make it worse, it’s the same as it always was. This is your problem not mine. Keep me out of it,” he said and stood up and left the briefing room.

* * *

Part Two

Any comments are always welcome....

F is for friends who do stuff together

2006-08-24T22:49:28Z

My best friend imwithrebel and I met up for the first time in real life last July and had a *great* time. Now you won't care about this because you don't know us, but you might care about one of the many hilarities we came up with - Stargate Atlantis made real! As the die-hard John & Rodney fans that we are, we decided to reenact our favorite SGA scenes and take photos of them. So if you're interested in seeing two SGA dorks goof off and pay tribute to the guys, go here (Part 1) and here (Part 2). Hopefully you'll get a laugh out of it!

physics_flyboys @ 2006-06-24T16:34:00

2006-06-24T15:43:58Z

This is my first post to the community, Just a little story that entered my head. It could be considered a future story set from just viewing season one... so not really any spoilers.

Title: Why are you here?
Rating: All
Character: Rodney McKay
Category: Angst
Word Count: apprx. 1500
Summary: Rodney gets sent back to Earth. He doesn't have much to say about it.

"I think it’s for the best," Kate said to him softly as he stared blankly at some point on the wall over her shoulder. He nodded mindlessly as she continued speaking, not really listening to what she was saying.

Eventually she seemed to realise he was no longer listening to her - more so than usual - and left with a promise to return to see him later. He saw her give a cursory nod to the marines stationed outside the door before it snapped shut leaving him alone in his quarters.

Sighing, he stood up and walked over to his desk and sat down in front of his laptop where the equations he’d been working on to increase power efficiency in the city were still on the screen. He got to work quickly, trying to make use of his time as best he could.

He lost himself in the numbers and symbols for hours.

He didn’t notice when the door opened again a few hours later until Carson closed his laptop and placed a tray of food down on the table.

"I brought you some dinner, Rodney," he said with a broad smile. Usually Rodney would have said something mocking about Carson’s pathetically translucent false cheer. Carson’s smiled faltered when he didn’t.

He pulled up the other chair sitting by the desk and sat down next to Rodney, grabbing his hand when he reached out to open the laptop and continue working.

"You need to eat something Rodney," Carson said seriously, all pretence of a smile now vanished. "Need to keep up your strength, for the tr-ip," he voice broke on the last word.

Rodney imagined he would usually have felt a small ounce of satisfaction at that.

***

Elizabeth brought him his breakfast the next morning, placing the tray where Carson had put his diner the night before, after scraping the untouched meal into the trash with a look of concern on her face.

"Pancakes this morning Rodney," she told him with a smile. He didn’t even bother lifting his head from his arms where they rested on his desk; where he’d fallen asleep not more than two hours ago. "You must be hungry by now Rodney," she said beseechingly, "You haven’t eaten anything since… since Kate spoke to you yesterday morning. And barely anything for weeks before that."

Rodney didn’t move.

***

When Radek came by with his lunch and told him Carson was talking about hooking up to an IV if he kept refusing to eat he shrugged his indifference.

He listened as Radek prattled on about the incompetence of the scientists in the lab, about the eternal irritation that was Kavanaugh and how it was far to quiet without Rodney there.

After he had left Rodney glanced down at the plate on his desk. It was a turkey sandwich.

He picked it up and took a bite.

***

When Carson came by in the evening he wasn’t alone. His other guest remained by the door while Carson spoke with him, but he could feel his eyes on him the entire time.

Carson was very pleased that Rodney had eaten lunch and repeatedly praised him for it. Rodney nodded, trying to keep his attention fixed on his computer screen, all the while feeling eyes boring into the back of his neck.

When Rodney showed no interest in the dinner he had brought Carson was less pleased, but didn’t say anything.

"I’ll just leave it here in case you change your mind," he said. Rodney kept his eyes on the screen as Carson left. He turned round at the last minute and caught Major Sheppard’s concerned gaze before the door closed him in.

***

Kate visited again the next day.

"I know this is difficult for you Rodney, but you have to talk to us," she said softly. "How can I know what you’re feeling if you won’t talk?" she asked him reasonably. He shook his head, it wouldn’t make any difference, he wasn’t feeling anything. She sighed in resignation when he didn’t say anything and continued her one-sided conversation.

"Lieutenant Ford and Teyla have offered to come over today and help you pack," she informed him. He had already thought about packing, but had vetoed the idea when he realised that they’d be unlikely to let him keep any of the important stuff anyway. Not where he was going. "Would you like that Rodney?" she asked. He shrugged in response and began staring at the wall over her shoulder. She seemed to take this as her cue to leave and shortly departed, with a promise to come and speak to him before he left tomorrow.

***

Teyla and Ford did come round later on, just before lunch. Teyla greeted him with a polite ‘Good morning Doctor McKay’ and Ford with a casual ‘All right Doc?' before they swept in to his quarters and began folding his clothes neatly and placing them in a bag.

For the most part they worked quietly away and whilst he ignored them. He heard Teyla question Ford at some point about his silence.

"Heightmeyer thinks it’s some kind of delayed reaction. Shock," Ford explained to her.

Teyla stayed behind after Ford left and sat down next to him at his desk.

"You only became silent after they told you that you were to be sent back," she stated. "You are not silent because of what happened, it is because they are making you leave," she clarified. He looked up into her eyes, so full of understanding that he had to close his.

She put a hand on each of his arms and leant in and touched their foreheads together. They remained that way as she spoke.

"I voiced my opinion that you should remain here; that Atlantis is your home and you would recover best here. They would not listen. I’m sorry," she said with conviction. He opened his eyes as she pulled away and traced her hand over his cheek.

Rodney watched her as she left, glancing at him sorrowfully as the door opened for her.

Once she’d gone he raised his hand to his cheek and belatedly realised she’d been wiping away his tears.

***

The next morning he showered and dressed, sat on the end of his bed and waited.

At nine the doors opened and Kate and Elizabeth entered, Carson trailing behind them.

"Time to go Rodney," Kate said with a tight smile. Elizabeth and Carson remained silent.

He followed Elizabeth and Kate to the control tower, Carson at his side with his hand resting lightly on Rodney’s elbow, the marines following discreetly behind.

They led him down the steps and down in front of the Stargate. Teyla, Ford and Radek stood there waiting, and Elizabeth and Carson fell in with them.

They each took it in turn to hug him and murmur goodbyes, apologies and promises to visit to him. When they were finished and he reached the end of the line the Major was standing there looking at him with a seemingly neutral expression that was betrayed by the seriousness in his eyes.

"Looks like more people liked you than you’d think, eh McKay?" he asked lightly, nodding to the control room and the balcony above, which now he mentioned it, Rodney noticed were filled with unnecessary amounts of staff. He glanced back at Sheppard and felt the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

He took a step forward and looked at Rodney sadly.

"I tried to tell them that you had to stay. That it’d break you if they made you leave," he said quietly. "But they couldn’t hear me."

"It’s okay," he responded reassuringly, feeling worried gazes fall upon him as he spoke. Sheppard smiled in relief and patted him on the arm.

"C’mon Rodney," Kate said from behind him, steering him by the elbow to the now open Stargate, he must have missed that while he was talking to Sheppard.

He looked hesitantly at the event horizon and glanced to his right where Sheppard was standing.

"Let's get this show on the road," he said before stepping through, Rodney followed him.

***

Rodney sat cross-legged on the floor and played with the hem of his white trousers.

"Why are you here?" he asked Sheppard quietly, without looking up.

"I couldn’t let you come back on your own, who else would put up with the whining?" he joked.

"Why are you here?" he asked again.

"I just-"

"That Wraith fed on you," he said quietly, looking up at Sheppard’s still youthful face.

"Yes," he nodded. "Didn’t kill me though," he said defensively.

"No," Rodney answered. "That was me, I shot you." He screwed his eyes shut, trying to block out the resulting memory of the sound of the bullet embedding itself in layers of flesh and bone.

"Yes."

Rodney stared over Sheppard’s shoulder at the white wall beyond it.

"Why are you here?" he asked again.

"I’m not. Not really," John said quietly.

"I know," Rodney answered, looking back down at his trouser hem and pulling at a stray thread, "I know."

***
End.
***

Comments are welcome.

question to the mods

2006-05-11T10:25:00Z

Is this comm still a gen comm? That was my main reasoning for joining since there really aren't many SGA comms that are a safety zone for me, if there has indeed been a change in the rules I'll just remove myself quietly, just need clarification, thanks.

Sheppard ABC Icons

2006-05-09T02:01:43Z

Everyone says that if you do an icon challenge, that your skill at icon making will improve. I didn't believe it, but I claimed Sheppard at stargate_abcs trying to save what little sanity I have left from school. Turns out everyone was right, lol. I'm very pleased with the end results and I'm showing them off now, since I finished it. Enjoy! :D

Teaser:

Now I know my ABC's . . .

Chapter Seven

2006-05-02T12:16:25Z

Chapter 7 to "Don't Know what We've Got."

Summary: john and rodney friendship fic. Hurt, comfort, angst...mission gone wrong.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to aurora
Author: Nicole

it can be found here:http://nicole9514.livejournal.com/40932.html

feedback is always welcome. :P

New SGA and SG1 Icons

2006-04-24T04:55:51Z

I finally decided to get around to showing off the icons I've been meaning to show off forever. Enjoy!

Sheppard - 13 icons, 1 banner
McKay and Sheppard - 2 icons, 1 banner
McKay - 2 icons, 1 banner
Sheppard and Vala - 1 icon
Vala - 2 icons
Daniel/Vala - 2 icons

Teaser:

Check them out!

Sheppard and McKay Condemned HR HDTV screencaps

2006-04-06T02:15:55Z

In two separate posts on my journal, Johnny here and Rodney here.

Not. dial. up. friendly. at. all.

cross posted an insane amount.

Well the shirt's . . . interesting.

2006-04-05T19:08:04Z

Yesterday, I was fooling around with PSP (aka homework procrastination) and learned how to change the color of an object. So for practice, I changed the color of John's blue shirt from Conversion to pretty much every color I could think of. I enjoyed seeing what he looked like in all of these different colors, so I decided to show them off. :D

Preview:

Taste the rainbow . . .

McKay & Sheppard vid – Mr Jones & Me

2006-03-29T04:24:00Z

There have been some great McShep vids posted recently on the LJ, dealing with the Trinity crisis and its aftermath. The needful longing to restore the broken trust, beautifully vidded to some wonderfully angsty songs...

This is NOT one of those McShep vids.

Title: ~~Dr McKay~~ Mr Jones & Me
Vidder: Derry
Song: Mr Jones
Artist: Counting Crows
Character, pairing or ensemble information: McKay & Sheppard
Genre: Humour
Rating & warnings: Mostly harmless. If you can cope with the show, you're pretty safe with this vid.
Footage/Spoilers: SGA seasons 1 & 2 up to and including Allies
Format: wmv
Size: 14.2Mb (small/lo res), 33.5Mb (large/hi res) and 170Mb (very large/ultra hi res)
Summary: Dorks-R-Us check out the dating scene in the Pegasus Galaxy.

Here be where thou canst download the vid
(aka the relevant post in my LJ)

And yet again I owe the ever generous illman much thanks for hosting this and all my vids!

Cross-posted in atlantis_vids, stargatevids, vidding_archive and geek__love

Chapter Five to "Don't Know What We've Got" J/R friendship fic

2006-02-28T01:09:42Z

Title: Don't Know What We've Got
Chapter: 4
Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: Fiction Rated: PG-13
Summary: John and Rodney story. John and Rodney go on a
mission that goes horribly wrong of course. Angst, drama, friendship, and
?death? all ensue. You'll have to read to find out.

Spoilers up to Aurora

it can be found here: http://nicole9514.livejournal.com/24073.html

feedback is loved and adored. :)

New SGA Team Vid

2006-02-20T04:32:11Z

Title: Sheppard's Island
Song: Gilligan's Island Theme Song
Vidder: Rebecca
Summary: A music video to the theme song from Gilligan's Island - a very strange, random idea, but that's pretty typical for me. ;)
Pairing/Character: General team video
Spoilers: Through Critical Mass
Category: Humor, Team
Format: wmv
Size: 10.5 mb
Links: Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale . . .

Chapter Four to my John and Rodney fic

2006-02-11T04:57:57Z

Title: Don't Know What We've Got
Chapter: 4
Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: Fiction Rated: PG-13
Summary: John and Rodney story. John and Rodney go on a
mission that goes horribly wrong of course. Angst, drama, friendship, and
?death? all ensue. You'll have to read to find out.

Spoilers up to Aurora

It can be found here: http://nicole9514.livejournal.com/19243.html

comments are love :)