Sheppard crouched and brought up the P-90. A fly buzzed around his head. The sweet mountain breeze shuffled the leaves around him.It was all very Great White Hunter.

A different kind of genderfuckery - awesome fic about sexual orientation and love, n’aww. With bonus frogs!

“I would relieve your burden, The Colonel,” says the local shaman of P3R-2X7, staring into John’s eyes. On this world, they like to p

“I like this planet,” he said to no one in particular when the music ended. “Isn’t this a nice planet?”

“Yes, yes, I heard you the first three times,” Rodney said. He was adjusting one of the ropes on John’s ankles, and John couldn’t see him. “Are you done fighting yet? This is 550 cord, Colonel, you certainly aren’t going to break it.”

Summary

: John wasn’t very good at following the text.

Once, there was a boy.

John leans in the doorway, all loose limbed with one hip thrust out a little. He plays with his dog tags and looks at Rodney through his eyelashes. “C’mon, Rodney.”

When Rodney figures out the multiple orgasm, all of Atlantis knows about it.

“In our culture,” John told her with an aggressive absence of inflection, “changing someone’s gender without asking permission is consideredimpolite.”

“I only flashed them once.” Rodney slowed his chewing and tipped his temporarily feminine head. “Okay, twice. Kavanaugh literally fled before me, averting his eyes.”

I mean, as they say, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, just like sometimes a fear of horses is nothing but a fear of horses. An entirely rational fear, by the way. Why does it have to mean anything else? And don’t get me started on the anal-retentive t

Citywide genderfuck, hijinks and awesomeness ensue.

The men spend the entire meeting trying not to stare at each other’s tits and failing miserably.

Atlantis welcomes John with open arms, but she’s not what he needs.

Rodney stirred beside him and then moved into a full-body stretch, arching his back before sinking back down on the bed with a blissful sigh.

My real feeling is that traditional publishing has an audience and exists because change doesn’t happen overnight. However, it does happen and has been happening around us for quite some time.

But - listen. You’re the one who chose to let a story out into the wide world, who didn’t want to keep that potential locked up inside you forever. And stories are like love: the more you share them, the more and better they grow.

“Oh, c’mon E. You can’t leave it there. Have I ever what? Fucked a dog? Tried escargot? Respected you in any way whatsoever?”

“It’s fucking her,” Elijah had drawled, amused and knowing because he’d had this kind of reaction from people before. First they laugh and possibly mock, and then they looked — idle curiosity, maybe, but Elijah really doubted it — and then they looke

“Best. Dream. Ever.” he asserts, his voice coming sludgy and groggy, and he’s tempted to just go back to sleep, see if he can recapture it, or at least put off the moment when he has to admit that it’s over and it’ll probably be a one-shot deal. Dreams

Pet is sprawled at his feet, an improbable spread of softly gleaming, earth-tone limbs, and there are bits of it spread all across the kitchen floor.

(Villains Challenge) It’s a crossover between SGA and a MMORPG. Be very afraid.

Rodney smiled. Taking out a couple of Trolls would be easy. If anyone asked awkward questions, he’d look like the hero type. He’d bleed off some of the radiation, helping

John was vacationing with his parents, too, and had already done a lot of the same things the McKays had done, though the fun had been brought to an abrupt end when John had broken his wrist in some sort of water park accident.

irritated ancient sentient furniture. what’s not to like?

This is highly irregular, thinks the lab table as lcjsheppard unbuckles dmrmckay’s pants and shoves him against its surface. The lights running up its legs flash in irritation but neither of

The Puddlejumpers are the biggest gossips in Atlantis.

“Then the scientist kissed John,” and Jumper Three pauses, in just the same way that all the jumpers pause over John’s name, which has the serendipitous effect of allowing a collective sh

The porny sequel to ‘
Kiss Me, I’m An Earthling!’

“What are sexploits?”

“We have always been very interested in the customs of other worlds,” he said, “and so we would like you to demonstrate a few of your customs for us.” Didn’t sound so bad, but you could never be sure—

She’d heard rumors as a child; they all had.Koreos, living ghosts. Those taken by the Wraith and returned to the world of men changed. Marked.Cursed.

NZ era - Some pub, some night, some temper.

At worst, Elijah gets bladdered and his mad choked-sounding laugh gets even louder, madder and more choked-sounding before he wanders off to the gent’s to heave up whatever he poured down himself. Orlando

Bric-a-Brac Kid Fic, #4

The first time it happens, John doesn’t think too much about it. They’re going through the food line at lunch, and Rodney makes a beeline for pie, only it’s lemon meringue, in the special quarantine area for citrus that Rodn

I want to look at some of the more interesting articulations of canon, fanon, and what lies between, as well as how we can negotiate what actually constitutes fanon and whether it’s always bad.

Keep clicking on the ‘next ficlet’ link to read the 8 parts.

The Tao of Rodney could have ended differently, and then… Alternate take.

John stops tracking the passage of time. He even manages to distance himself from thoughts of McKay and clear blue skies. Though occasionally, when in particularly bad situ

“I just — you’re distracting me,”

John and Rodney get stranded on a planet together. Rodney’s cranky, pissed, and sore–until John offers him a backrub.

On the third day they were marooned on PX3-695, one Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard offered one Doctor Rodney McKay a backrub.

Yet another awesomely funny Erin fic, duh. A must read!

Half an hour and a tour of the primary laboratory facility later, he realized he was terribly, horribly wrong. This wasn’t the planet of helpful Wraith haters. This was the Blind Date planet.

Hero, Heroine, Anti-Hero, and Anti-Heroine are all narrative functions which can only be inhabited by a main character.

Heart-wrenching. It’s only the beginning, and as an added bonus it always sends me to the bad bad place. um.

“It’s science’s answer to reincarnation,” he said. “Well, alien technology’s, anyway.”

ea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.

This is a kind of flying that Rodney can get behind.

Third and last of Trinity’s wingfic trilogy.

An alternate continuation to Trinity’s Misery to Man.

Why is he granted this when she is not?Even if this gift is born of great tragedy, it pains her to think that he cannot seem to see the wonder in it.

A sequel to

out_there’s
Nightmares

In ten years John has gotten gray hair sprinkled along his temples, an ache in his lower back that almost never goes away, and a new rank. In ten years Rodney has grown about a foot and a half (though he me

That’s what he’d tell you, if you asked. He wouldn’t tell you that he once read this about swimming:“like a thousand cool kisses / pressed across my flesh”.John doesn’t like that feeling.

At the moment, Rodney looked like an oversized and cranky butterfly.

One of the most beautiful genderfucks I’ve read. Can’t wait for more in that universe!

Rodney whispered, “You have the coolest superpower ever.”

The first time they had sex, John noticed that Rodney was a little awkward, a little tentative, but he didn’t think much of it. A lot of people took a while to loosen up with a new partner. Besides, John had always pegged Rodney as being pretty close to

A fantastic story.

McKay is standing in the corner of the living room, tentatively pulling back the edge of a gingham curtain and peering out. Suddenly he lets the fabric drop and whirls around. “How far,” he asks. “How far from the gate do you thi

“Kind of what the Season 3 premiere would be like, if it were written by Douglas Adams. And he was on crack.”

“Ah,” said Rodney, “well. I’m sure it’s—maybe they were justinspiredin that direction. Inclined. I mean inclined.”

It was supposed to behappywith winged Rodney feeding JohnPie. Well that sure as hell didn’t happen.

pre-quel to Bric a Brac Kid in the expanding universe of the same name

The first Thursday of every month was “Find Out Something New About Atlantis” day–threats from the Wraith and other imminent disasters notwithstanding–and Rodney had long beli

Bric a Brac Kid universe tidbit.

“I’m allowed two cups a day!” McKay squares his shoulders indignantly. “If you’re going to be my own personal healthy pregnancy monitor, at least get your facts straight.”

Fiction MainAcknowlegements: The pretty, pretty cover above is by the astonishinglytalentedfatuorum.Huge thanks goes toignipes,20thcenturyvole,andennamefor betaingthis beast. The readable bits in here are their doing. The onesthat are less so are entire

Christ, if Rodney was a robot, John would have trouble controlling himself. Which is sick and so very wrong, but John goes instantly hard and his hips contemplate rubbing off against the half-cocked computer console.Robot. Shiny, metal robot.

Halfway into a standard recon mission, John walked into a bunker, following a faint power signal. Eighteen hours later, pissed as hell at his team for leaving him behind, he finally managed to finesse the lock and walked out- right into the middle of o

Sheppard perks up at her voice. “Rodney! Teyla! Are you lost too?”"You areso drunk,” Rodney tells him.”Nooo,” Sheppard says, shaking his head, a very serious look on his face. The vines move with him.Rodney stares at the plant. “Wait, what do you meanex

“Oh my god!” Rodney shrieked, bolting up in bed and clutching the covers protectively against his chest. Upon hearing his voice, he managed to look even more stricken than before, and he raised a hand up to his throat. “Oh, mygod!” He looked at Laura

Rodney raised his arms above his head and yawned audibly. “What happened?” he asked. He opened his eyes, and John saw that he had been transformed even more than Elizabeth. Gone was the padding at his jaw line—his whole face and frame looked th

(Dark Side Challenge)

“What happened? It got dark.”The sound of John’s sigh seemed a lot louder in the pitch black of the windowless room. “Yeah, I kinda noticed that. What I mean is,whydid it happen?”“I would be able to figure that out

He has a list - a small database, really - so he’s not likely to forget

Rodney isn’t the same person who stepped through the Gate into the Pegasus galaxy; since he believes in the Infinite Worlds Model, he actually doesn’t believe he’s the same person as he was when he decided to have cereal for breakfast instead of o

Rodney doesn’t know when he became the kind of person who has silent conversations with people, who recognizes subtle shifts in mood by the line of someone’s shoulders or the exact way they sigh. He compares it to pattern recognition in complex math

John knew he was in love with Rodney way before Elizabeth died. He takes it personally that his life story has to include the motif love equals death, because John loved Elizabeth, too, for her optimism in the face of insurmountable odds, for her affect

EYES ONLY PRINTOUT

It makes *me* like sports. That says a lot, right there. <3

John slouched around for three days, pissed at Mitchell. He printed out the email and folded it up and shoved it in a pocket of his tac vest, even though their stash of Laser Jet paper wa

The circus that is sg1 team on hols = funniest shit.

Cameron Mitchell had — yeah, had offered John a weird sort of friendship, and he’d watched John carefully and helped John stay standing when John forgot that Earth was not Atlantis, when Earth b

Powerful, romantic, funny, HOT.

After the briefings and the medical exams and the embarrassing ordeal of borrowing clothes from Cadman, there’s nothing left to do but go on with life as usual, especially since Elizabeth’s grounded the two of th

Rodney’s gaze darts from John’s eyes to his mouth and back again, and then they’re coming together slowly, so slowly, breath mingling first, lips millimetres apart. Rodney’s hand comes up and covers John’s breast, thumb scraping over a nipple

John wasn’t entirely sure how this whole…thingbetween him and Rodney worked, but he didn’t think he should show any weakness. That would probably be a turn-off, and John really wanted another chance with Rodney. He really wanted to get Rodney into a l

“I’m not going out there until I look hot,” Rodney says. “I was a pretty average-looking guy, but I’m like a porn star in this body. And you are going to show me what to do with it, aren’t you?”

Sheppard grimaces and the tips of his ears turn red. “You have pretty hair,” he blurts out.

Rodney crosses his arms over his chest. He’d learned early on to do itoverthe breasts, because doing it under made any man in the immediate area go entirely stupid. “We can play chess,” he says. Then he lifts one finger. “In a public place. Lord knows I

John and Rodney, at odds with each other. And an ancient bath house in Atlantis (Amnesty Challenge).

“A dry well in Atlantis.” Rodney folded his arms across his chest and glared at Corrigan. “Now there’s a brilliant thought.”"Reminds me of a water

Much love for Lenore, making hotness and tenderness out of pure silly. Oh, FIC. :-)

Rodney threw up his hands. “I’m horny! Impossibly, unbearably, unremittingly horny. Like I’ve never been horny in my entire life. Because apparently that old wives

Aliens make them do it again and again and… suddenly not at all anymore, damn it.

He knew what that meant. One of them, or all of them,having to perform some ridiculous feat of skill or eat somethingunidentifiable. It usually ended with bruises o

“Yes, I am insulting you, because why not? We’re trapped in a collapsed cavemilesfrom the gate with nonfunctioning radios and no convenient piles of garbage from which I can MacGyver us an Ancient escalator! We! Are! Screwed! And in the face of certain

John chooses to live.

The look of happy surprise on Rodney’s face is warm and honest, andJohn thinks maybe it isn’t too late to make a different choice.

“It’s like Atlantis is trying to tell me something.”John’s speaking slowly and carefully, words being meted out likerations. “It’s like a hum in the back of my brain. At first it was onlythere at night—while I was sleeping—but now it’s

“You can’t have it both ways, Colonel. If you haven’t had anyrelationships, either you’re having the occasional one-night stand oryou’re not having sex at all.”

John as black-clad superman? Yes, really.

“It’s not okay. Do you know how many other papers have scooped us by now? Our front page carries Gary Kavanagh’s searing exposé of mild corruption in the city water department, while the front page of ever

“… which was horrendous, of course,” Rodney’s saying as they step into a transporter. “Oh, and that was before I took the opportunity of bitch-slapping Chaya, anyway, you want something from the mess?”

awesomest team-trapped-in-a-cave ever.

“Yes, I am insulting you, because why not? We’re trapped in a collapsed cavemilesfrom the gate with nonfunctioning radios and no convenient piles of garbage from which I can MacGyver us an Ancient escalator! W

The sequel to “No, Really”, and the home of the Atlanteans do it Under Siege tee-shirt. More awesomeness!

“How do the Wraith achieve faster-than-light travel?” Teyla asked.”I don’t know, how?” Ronon asked, smiling.”In fact they cannot. They stick t