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Here are some of my favourite Stargate Atlantis stories.
Click on the author's name for the link to where the stories can be found on the net.

Warning: Description of the stories may contain spoilers.

Stories marked with a      are highly recommended.

I'm happy to supply a copy of any net story that has no link supplied - by email on request.

These recs are sorted alphabetically by author name, then story title.
    
All stories are dated and the latest added to the site are marked  





       

	AMIREAL: "Scenes From A Lesser War."
08/04/06 127 kb	McKay/Shepperd. John and Rodney have a fairly rough sexual relationship that occurs when either has escaped from injury or danger, but just as they decide they can't continue this way a new pfficial policy of acceptance comes through from the military.
	They'd never done this, the slow touching, the careful movement. Always fast and rough, always running away before the rest of it caught up. Now, though, now they had time. John's other hand reached out, cupping Rodney's cheek, thumb brushing the flushed skin carefully.
	Their lips brushed softly,then again. And again. This was freedom. Soft, careful kisses they could take their time with, enjoy and savor. Closed mouthed little flutters that filled John with heat, suffused him happily.
	Rodney's hand once again came up to mirror John's, changing the angle, holding tightly, fiercely, a strange counterpoint to the unbelievably gentle kisses, each one intense and dizzying.
	This story has a very interesting format that won't be to everybody's taste, as it bounces from past to present scenes as the story unfolds from the present to the past.  VERY nicely done, with humour and schmoop.
	ANATOLIA1: "Hush."
11/12/05 39 kb	McKay/Shepperd. Rodney has lost his voice and all his skill at language.  His friends help him as much as they can but verbal language sends him into catatonic shock.
	John is hot skin and a heavy weight in his arms. John anchors him to this world and refuses to let go. After the incident, after finally being released by Beckett, Rodney had shut himself in his quarters but a locked door and a foul mood have never been enough to chase John away. It can’t possibly last. Rodney knows this because he doesn’t lie to himself and he is far, far too crippled now to hold onto someone like John.
	John doesn’t seem to understand.
	John mouths silent words into Rodney’s skin, across his shoulder blade, along his stomach and into the soft skin of his inner thigh and if Rodney can’t hear what those words are he can imagine them…don’t give up…I need you…I love you…because John’s eyes tell him everything he needs to know. And Rodney is starting to believe them because John’s hands and mouth and teeth don’t lie.
	It ends rather prematurely and without really resolving the story--at least to my total  satisfaction <g>-- but this story is very well written.
	AUBURN: "Rosebud."
08/04/06 29 kb	McKay/Shepperd. Rodney left to spend two months in Antartica and while he was away, Atlantis and all he cared about there - especially his lover John - disappeared without a trace.
	Something that started so badly shouldn't have made Rodney so stupidly happy, but it did.  It made John happy too; he knew it did. They lived in a charmed space that no one else saw when they were in Atlantis. John was the key to something Rodney hadn't even known he needed until he had it; a mystery he could never fathom, but something he could have, if he just held on.
	Very well done with a structure that goes back and forth in a very effective manner, mingling the past and the way the two started their affair, with his heartbreak afterwards.  Excellently done and heart-breakingly effective.
	AUBURN: "Rosebud 02: Up Unto The Silence."
08/04/06 55 kb	McKay/Shepperd. Companion piece to Rosebud, detailing the Atlantis perspective and what happened - and John's heartbreak at the loss of his beloved Rodney. .
	They were so careful sometimes it hurt, because John knew all the care was for him. It was his career, his place in Atlantis, that they were guarding, keeping their secret. Rodney wouldn't be taken back to Earth in disgrace if they were discovered. He tried to tell Rodney how much he cared, how much he understood Rodney was giving up to be with him; he tried to tell, but the words dried up and spun away from him like autumn leaves. He could only touch Rodney's face, press his palms flat over Rodney's chest, taste him, swallow, lay his head on Rodney's stomach, rubbing his cheek against the soft skin over his navel. All he had were broken sounds and his body, to tell Rodney that everything, everything John was, belonged to him.
	You don't want to read this because it rips your heart out and stomps on it, but you can't help it because the writing's so damned good.
	CHELLE: "A Better Fate."
08/04/06 151 kb	McKay/Shepperd. In the aftermath of a stressful mission, John takes Rodney to visit his parents in New York.
	John's eyes narrowed and Rodney waited for a response. Instead of speaking, John rose slowly from his seat and turned his back on his father before walking away.
	Rodney stared after him for a heartbeat and then turned to look at Malcolm. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he demanded. Malcolm opened his mouth to answer, but Rodney didn't give him the opportunity. "Bombing villages, is that what you think he does?"
	"It's what the military does."
	"It's not what John does. You don't know anything about what he does, the risks he's taken, the lives he's saved, or what he'll do to protect the people he's responsible for. You don't know anything about his courage, or his loyalty, or what it's cost him." Rodney knew too well what it had cost, and he found himself running out of steam, unable to maintain his anger when all he could see in his mind's eye was John being braver than anyone should ever have to be. He stood. "Quite frankly, Mr. Sheppard, you don't know a goddamned thing."
	The dialogue here is very natural and believable, the characterisations subtle and excellently done, their slow slide into a sexual expression of their already obvious love and affection for each other is wonderful.  I LOVED this story very much. Note: There's reference to torture in this story but it's not graphic so wimps like me can relax.
	GLITTERATI: "He's Having Her Baby."
11/12/05 95 kb	McKay/Shepperd. Humour.  Rodney gets the weird idea into his head that Shepperd is having a baby - and won't believe John when he keeps telling him he's not.
	And after that became routine, so did Rodney harassing John into going to Carson for checkups.  Carson had to excuse himself for a solid five minutes after John had explained tiredly what was going on, and John could hear the laughing all the way through the very thick door of the infirmary storage area.  When Carson had come back wiping away his tears, John had shot him a withering glare and said, "Look can you just tell Rodney that he's out of his mind?  I mean, come on, Doc.  I'm a guy.  It doesn't work like that."
	Carson had been deadpan as he said, "Well, honestly, Major, we don't know.  Pegasus is an all new galaxy and there's an ocean of undiscovered medical and health--"
	"Okay, fine, be like that," John had snapped, and started to storm out of the infirmary when Rodney blindsided him and demanded a urine sample so Carson could check his glucose and protein.
	John had always thought he was a reasonable guy, but he drew the line at compromising his dignity and peeing into a cup so a deranged Scottish doctor trying not to die laughing could test his damn blood glucose to make sure his pregnancy was going well.  He also ardently refused a sonogram, a move which he regretted immediately when Rodney had looked thoughtful and decided, "You're right, we should you know, be surprised.  We'll love a boy or a girl."  He'd gone all misty at the thought, probably painting little Johannes or Cannon's room pink in his mind, that crazy, crazy bastard.
	"You know what?  Give me the sonogram," John snapped later that week.  "It'll prove I'm not pregnant."
	Rodney was hovering worriedly in the doorway, doing his concerned father act, which was seriously beginning to creep John out.  If he got stopped midway through his workout or guilt-tripped into taking folic acid any more he was going to have to trick-wire Rodney's door to blow up every time he tried to open it and that was more beginning bombmaking than he'd had to do in a long time.
	Carson bit his lip so hard John thought he was going to bleed.  "I'm sorry," he said, strangled.  "I promised Rodney.  You know.  You'll thank me on the big day--for the surprise."
	I'm not usually a fan of humour as a genre but this story (and its sequel below) are absolutely hilarious.  This one is just for fun.
	GLITTERATI: "He's Having His Baby."
11/12/05 125 kb	McKay/Shepperd. Humour.  Sequel to "He's Having Her Baby."  John has been suckered by an alien probe and is now having a baby for real--and its Rodney's baby--but now Rodney won't believe that he's pregnant.
	A few days after that, John pardons himself from a meeting where Elizabeth explains to Major Lorne why he has to go back to Freak Sex Temple planet to ask them how to un-knock-up John because that is just more embarrassment than John is willing to work through in this lifetime.
	Lorne is sympathetic and apologetic when he returns.
	"They say it's a great honor," he says pitifully.
	"I'm feeling really honored," John mutters, remembering having his head in the toilet this morning.  "So honored."
	"If it makes you feel any better, they say the baby will be human," Lorne adds.
	"We should burn down their planet," John suggests.
	This sequel is, if anything, even better and funnier than "He's having Her Baby".   All of Atlantis goes gaga about John's pregnancy and I almost ruptured something I laughed so hard.
	GRRRL, THE: "A Little Bit Crazy."
08/04/06 46 kb	McKay/Shepperd. Back on earth, John is lost and freaking out a little after a particularly hazardous mission on Atlantis.  He ends up at Rodney's place and the two go to the movies, have ice-cream and got to a coffee shop together - and John finds himself unexpectedly grounded again.
	A door opens. "You look like hell."
	"Nice to see you too, Rodney."
	"You've been gone for days. Did you tell Elizabeth you're back in town? She was wondering when you'd return."
	"No."
	A beat passes. "Do you plan on telling her?"
	Sometimes being with Rodney is like having a Band-Aid yanked off.
	The title says it all: John is a little bit crazy and finds sanity with Rodney.
	JENN: "Something More."
08/04/06 81 kb	McKay/Shepperd. John left for two weeks leave and never came back -- and 3 years later Rodney finally tracks him down and confronts him for some answers.
	He's only a few feet away when he stops, and the speeches are gone. John cocks his head, then pulls off the sunglasses, and it's like the last time they spoke, the first, or anywhere in between. No one does ironic distance like John Sheppard.
	"Rodney." John pushes off the granite, bare feet balancing easily on treacherous sand, starting toward the path leading up to the house, still expecting Rodney to follow wherever he led. A lot has changed, Rodney thinks, a little resentfully, a little lightheaded with the shock of seeing, but not that.
	"That's all I get?" He's sweaty and hot and tired, too many hours in a plane to cross two countries since the last time he slept, customs, *questions* he couldn't answer at the SGC and Elizabeth's hopeful eyes when he walked through the gate. It's like it's hitting him all at once, here and now, with the peace of the surf in his ears, sand in his boots, and this annoying man walking away like they're practically strangers when they're anything but.
	John turns on a heel, walking backwards, and that smile, Christ, it's been too long. Rodney hadn't known he'd been in withdrawal, starving for that look, soaking it in like a flower in the sun. It's a shock to still be that vulnerable. "Yeah."
	This is typical of Jenn's prose: it's very well written, the reader has to gradually decipher what is going on with the characters, and there is a tension between the two men that is palpable.  VERY nicely done.  There is an epilogue to this story that was written separately that describes John's return to Atlantis.
	SHALOTT: "Time In A Bottle."
08/04/06 85 kb	McKay/Shepperd. John and Rodney's minds are stranded in stasis in a program while their bodies heal - does anybody else know where they are and will they ever be able to get out?
	John was conscious of himself for a long time before he could open his eyes, his breathing noisy in his own ears, arms and legs weighted down so heavy he couldn't move them. He wasn't conscious enough to be scared, just a little irritable—why won't my goddamn arms move—and part of him just wanted to keep lying there, drifting.
	It was getting brighter outside, he could see color through his eyelids, and he started to feel uneasy for no good reason. At some point without noticing it, he crossed the line into being awake, and he sat up in bed: not his own bed but something acres large, white and luxurious and high off the ground, facing the ocean through an open wall of French doors. Thin white drapes were hovering in the breeze; he smelled salt air, but none of the tang of metal or seaweed or fish, too clean, and the water was the wrong color, a tropical blue-green clear out to the horizon: this wasn't Atlantis.
	He stared for a minute, blinking at the sun coming in. Rodney was lying in the bed next to him, flat on his back with his mouth open a little, dead to the world.
	Shalott is a fabulous writer and does her usual stellar job with this story.  Her ability to create a virtual world for Rodney and John to inhabit is nothing less than amazing.  I LOVE this story with all its incredible rich detail and spot-on characterisation.  Nothing is rushed or forced and I thoroughly enjoyed this slow, sensous first-time story in this fascinating reality that John and Rodney create for themselves.
	ZEELEE: "Senses Reeled."
15/06/06 24 kb	McKay/Shepperd. Another aliens made them have sex story - very nicely done!
	The bees have stopped chasing them, anyway, and are now hovering above their heads, buzzing softly.
	“Oh, *wonderful.” Out of the corner of his eye, John can see Rodney wincing and sitting up. “Now you’ve gone and done it, I’ve injured my back far too much to continue running-“
	“I don’t think we have to run anymore.” Interrupting Rodney is strangely satisfying. “I think they were—herding us.”
	“Yes, of course, of course,” Rodney says distractedly, his eyes now on the large, neon-yellow and pink flowery plants behind him. “They must have a symbiotic relationship with these man-eating venus flytraps, bringing them their prey-“
	“Don’t touch-“ John says, but it’s too late, and Rodney now has a faceful of bright pink pollen.
	“Rodney!” John’s already at his side, and Rodney is coughing and spluttering.
	"More wonderfulness,” he gasps out. “Have I mentioned that I have debilitating hay fever?”
	John isn’t paying attention; he’s too busy dodging his own blast of pink pollen. He almost succeeds, and only half his face gets covered in the awful stuff. He coughs, hacking up pink mist.
	“Major,” Rodney says, and John looks up at that, because he’s *never* heard Rodney’s voice tremble like that, not even when they were all facing certain death.
	Rodney is shaking, and John can see his pupils dilated all the way. “Major, there’s something wrong with me.”
	This is a wonderfully entertaining traditional little story which I enjoyed very much.

       

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