Knock Loud Enough at the Gate by skitz_phenom [PG]
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan, Jeannie McKay, Elizabeth Weir
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay, Jeannie/Ronon, Teyla/Elizabeth
Categories: Alternate Universe, Drama, Quantum Mirror, Slash, Het, Femslash
Warnings:
Author on LJ: skitz_phenom
Author's Website:
Link: Knock Loud Enough at the Gate by skitz_phenom
Why This Must Be Read:
It's always interesting when alternate universes meet, and this story is no exception. Sheppard and McKay have to rescue their alternate selves, of course, and they learn some hard truths along the way.
It takes Rodney a few minutes to realize that the knocking he hears isn't coming from the television, or the radio (both are on, but he's paying neither any attention) or even his own fingers clacking furiously at the keyboard of his laptop.
The sound gets louder, more insistent, and Rodney's hands still as he lifts his head.
It's the door.
"Jeannie!" He hollers, already letting his mind drift back to the theorem he's trying desperately to find a way to explain in layman's terms. Arguing for funding is a necessary evil that he abhors.
There's no answer from elsewhere in the house.
The knocking just keeps getting louder. It's a pounding now. A fist slamming into faux-wood grain fiberglass repeatedly.
Rodney looks across the living room at the door; half-afraid that whoever is making that gawd-awful racket is going to end up pounding right through. "Jeannie?" he calls out again.
That's when he remembers that Jeannie left a few hours ago, saying, "I'm going to the store, Mer. And then I'm going to the mall and I'm going to surround myself in abject consumerism because that's less annoying than you are right now." He vaguely recalls flipping a hand at her and grumbling out a response that might have been, "Bring me back coffee."
Which means, he'll have to answer the door.
Because apparently hoping that whoever it is will go away isn't likely to happen, if the repetitive, 'thunk, thunk, thunk' is any indication. Whoever they are, they've set up a pretty regular rhythm.
"Fine, fine," he mutters, hitting a quick CTRL & S to save his work and then gets up to answer the door.
"Alright," he says, loudly, as he turns the deadbolt, "I'm here." He pulls the door open, "You can quit that damn..." His invective trails off into a breathless sort of whimper. Standing on the other side of the door, one arm propped on the lintel, is a giant.
"Hey, McKay." The giant says, and Rodney quails because... the giant knows his name.
"Wh... who are you?" Rodney manages to sputter. "What do you want?"
The giant - who is actually just a very tall, muscular and weirdly dreadlocked man - bares his teeth. Rodney actually starts to feel faint, until he realizes that that's a grin. Not that being grinned down at by a giant of a man with scary eyebrows and twisty ropes of hair that almost look sentient in their wildness makes him feel any less light headed.
A hand, this one small and feminine pushes the smiling giant aside. It takes Rodney a few moments to recognize the petite, café-au-lait-skinned woman attached to the hand. But to be fair to himself, he'd never expected to see her again... didn't think it was possible that he was seeing her now.
Maybe the giant had already knocked him unconscious and this was all in his imagination?
"Teyla?" he asks, hesitantly, because there's no way that can be Teyla Emmagan standing outside his door.
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan, Jeannie McKay, Elizabeth Weir
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay, Jeannie/Ronon, Teyla/Elizabeth
Categories: Alternate Universe, Drama, Quantum Mirror, Slash, Het, Femslash
Warnings:
Author on LJ: skitz_phenom
Author's Website:
Link: Knock Loud Enough at the Gate by skitz_phenom
Why This Must Be Read:
It's always interesting when alternate universes meet, and this story is no exception. Sheppard and McKay have to rescue their alternate selves, of course, and they learn some hard truths along the way.
It takes Rodney a few minutes to realize that the knocking he hears isn't coming from the television, or the radio (both are on, but he's paying neither any attention) or even his own fingers clacking furiously at the keyboard of his laptop.
The sound gets louder, more insistent, and Rodney's hands still as he lifts his head.
It's the door.
"Jeannie!" He hollers, already letting his mind drift back to the theorem he's trying desperately to find a way to explain in layman's terms. Arguing for funding is a necessary evil that he abhors.
There's no answer from elsewhere in the house.
The knocking just keeps getting louder. It's a pounding now. A fist slamming into faux-wood grain fiberglass repeatedly.
Rodney looks across the living room at the door; half-afraid that whoever is making that gawd-awful racket is going to end up pounding right through. "Jeannie?" he calls out again.
That's when he remembers that Jeannie left a few hours ago, saying, "I'm going to the store, Mer. And then I'm going to the mall and I'm going to surround myself in abject consumerism because that's less annoying than you are right now." He vaguely recalls flipping a hand at her and grumbling out a response that might have been, "Bring me back coffee."
Which means, he'll have to answer the door.
Because apparently hoping that whoever it is will go away isn't likely to happen, if the repetitive, 'thunk, thunk, thunk' is any indication. Whoever they are, they've set up a pretty regular rhythm.
"Fine, fine," he mutters, hitting a quick CTRL & S to save his work and then gets up to answer the door.
"Alright," he says, loudly, as he turns the deadbolt, "I'm here." He pulls the door open, "You can quit that damn..." His invective trails off into a breathless sort of whimper. Standing on the other side of the door, one arm propped on the lintel, is a giant.
"Hey, McKay." The giant says, and Rodney quails because... the giant knows his name.
"Wh... who are you?" Rodney manages to sputter. "What do you want?"
The giant - who is actually just a very tall, muscular and weirdly dreadlocked man - bares his teeth. Rodney actually starts to feel faint, until he realizes that that's a grin. Not that being grinned down at by a giant of a man with scary eyebrows and twisty ropes of hair that almost look sentient in their wildness makes him feel any less light headed.
A hand, this one small and feminine pushes the smiling giant aside. It takes Rodney a few moments to recognize the petite, café-au-lait-skinned woman attached to the hand. But to be fair to himself, he'd never expected to see her again... didn't think it was possible that he was seeing her now.
Maybe the giant had already knocked him unconscious and this was all in his imagination?
"Teyla?" he asks, hesitantly, because there's no way that can be Teyla Emmagan standing outside his door.