"Swap Meet" by sgamadison (PG-13)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Team
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Aiden Ford, Elizabeth Weir
Pairings: none
Categories: gen - a hint of possible pre-slash, if you want to see it this way
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: sgamadison
Author's Website: none
Link “Swap Meet" by sgamadison
Summary by the author: The team returns from an off-world mission in a very different condition than when they left the city...
Why This Must Be Read:
Because sometimes a bit of cheerful, amusing genderswap lightheartedness is just what you need to brighten your day. Set early in Season one.
It was all he could do not to laugh when he entered the room where he and Teyla normally had their sparring matches. Teyla had obviously been there some time and was in the middle of an elaborate pattern of weaving with her sticks. Still, what he saw was Rodney, barefoot and dressed in a t-shirt and old sweats, perspiration running down the side of his face and neck.
Hah. For once this is going to be so easy. He was still grinning when Teyla stopped and turned to look at him. "You are late." Her tone was tart.
"Well, now Teyla," he sauntered into the room, having discovered that Teyla's dancer-like grace was well suited to this movement. "You know how long it takes a girl to get ready in the morning." He wasn't about to admit he had been up half the night reading Strong Poison.
Teyla rolled her eyes at him and followed him over to where he lay down his bag. She scooped up a towel from her own bag and mopped her brow. "It does not take that long and you know it."
"Well, for starters almost of your clothing seems to have these lace-up thingys. And it is difficult getting dressed with your eyes closed." He gave her his best 'aren't I being a good boy' smile.
"Why would you do that?" Teyla seemed genuinely puzzled.
"Well, because." John was slightly nonplused. "I am trying to be a gentleman." Blame it on Lord Peter.
Teyla stopped wiping her face and neck and peered at him over the towel. "I did not think to do that." She said consideringly. The look she shot him was deliciously wicked and there was a faint flush on her cheekbones. He could not tell if it was from the recent exercise or not.
"Tey-la!" He exclaimed.
"What?" Teyla grinned back at him. "I have nothing to be ashamed of." That comment could be taken so many ways. He felt a sudden rush of heat in his abdomen combined with a tightening of muscle. Wow. That was different. He found himself staring at Teyla and wondering if he was reacting to her as Rodney from the perspective of himself as Teyla, or if it was really himself reacting to Teyla as herself, or himself reacting to...he scuttled away from completing that thought. The whole thing was just too weird.
Rec Category: Team
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Aiden Ford, Elizabeth Weir
Pairings: none
Categories: gen - a hint of possible pre-slash, if you want to see it this way
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: sgamadison
Author's Website: none
Link “Swap Meet" by sgamadison
Summary by the author: The team returns from an off-world mission in a very different condition than when they left the city...
Why This Must Be Read:
Because sometimes a bit of cheerful, amusing genderswap lightheartedness is just what you need to brighten your day. Set early in Season one.
It was all he could do not to laugh when he entered the room where he and Teyla normally had their sparring matches. Teyla had obviously been there some time and was in the middle of an elaborate pattern of weaving with her sticks. Still, what he saw was Rodney, barefoot and dressed in a t-shirt and old sweats, perspiration running down the side of his face and neck.
Hah. For once this is going to be so easy. He was still grinning when Teyla stopped and turned to look at him. "You are late." Her tone was tart.
"Well, now Teyla," he sauntered into the room, having discovered that Teyla's dancer-like grace was well suited to this movement. "You know how long it takes a girl to get ready in the morning." He wasn't about to admit he had been up half the night reading Strong Poison.
Teyla rolled her eyes at him and followed him over to where he lay down his bag. She scooped up a towel from her own bag and mopped her brow. "It does not take that long and you know it."
"Well, for starters almost of your clothing seems to have these lace-up thingys. And it is difficult getting dressed with your eyes closed." He gave her his best 'aren't I being a good boy' smile.
"Why would you do that?" Teyla seemed genuinely puzzled.
"Well, because." John was slightly nonplused. "I am trying to be a gentleman." Blame it on Lord Peter.
Teyla stopped wiping her face and neck and peered at him over the towel. "I did not think to do that." She said consideringly. The look she shot him was deliciously wicked and there was a faint flush on her cheekbones. He could not tell if it was from the recent exercise or not.
"Tey-la!" He exclaimed.
"What?" Teyla grinned back at him. "I have nothing to be ashamed of." That comment could be taken so many ways. He felt a sudden rush of heat in his abdomen combined with a tightening of muscle. Wow. That was different. He found himself staring at Teyla and wondering if he was reacting to her as Rodney from the perspective of himself as Teyla, or if it was really himself reacting to Teyla as herself, or himself reacting to...he scuttled away from completing that thought. The whole thing was just too weird.