FIC: Denial (SGA) Sheppard/McKay (PG-13)

[devildoll]

So! Six years ago, I started writing a story. Two years ago, I finished it. One year ago, I lost the flashdrive containing the only completed version of it. But yesterday...I found it. \o/ So here you go!

Title: Denial
Summary: "John talks about you all the time." AU in which the Stargate program has abandoned Atlantis and returned to Earth. Takes

Comments

[bluebrocade]

I can't tell you how excited I am to get new devildoll fic! I don't even read SGA much anymore, but still: eeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiii!

[devildoll]

Awww, thank you! *hugs forever*

[ellenlj]

Terrific story - thank you! The former co-workers at a wedding was spot-on, as was the weirdness of the the domesticated Sheppard. I would have loved this story to go a little longer, and of course long for the make-up scene where poor hungry Rodney gets sated, but dramatically it was beautiful. Wedding reunion, then drinks of situational friendship (o Rodney!) and the clean break (o John!), and then dinner at cross purposes. Bam goes my heart.

really apprecoate you posting this.

Ellen

[devildoll]

Thank you so much! My beta said the same thing--she wanted smoochies. But I basically wrote the whole thing based around the last line, so it had to end where it did. Sorry! :)

I'm glad you liked it. Thanks so much for the comment! <3

[katzenjammerd]

This was just perfect and ache-y and good. (and oh how i love your SGA fic)
I'll just be rereading it right now!

[devildoll]

Oh, thank you! You are the sweetest. *showers you with hearts*

[trystings]

I'm so happy Rodney McKay is not an idiot.

Such a satisfying read! ♥

[devildoll]

Hee! Thank you! <3 <3

[melagan]

A buffet after a drought. Very cool parallel between John and Rodney, where they've been and where they are. Thank you, thank you, thank you for having Rodney realize he can't let John just go.

I'm so glad you found your flash drive and posted!!!

[devildoll]

Thank you, sweets! <3 I literally crowed with joy when I found it. (It was in the bag I take to the barn, with the mismatched gloves and the leaky bug spray and the moldy carrot bits. I have no idea...)