Wings of Imagination (by Xparrot) (G)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: AUs - featuring dragons
Characters: Rodney McKay and John Sheppard, various SGA favourites
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Nil
Author on LJ: xparrot
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Wings of Imagination series on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is the other classic fusion with McCaffrey's Dragonrider 'verse. These are two linked stories, and they're gen as Rodney accidentally impresses a dragon hatchling, Shepparth (John), so they're bonded, but not slashily. The worldbuilding's excellent, with Rodney as a smith (a scientist/engineer), so not really meant to be a dragonrider, stumbling through learning about and caring for his new dragon. It's a great series, and of course, John gets to spread his wings and truly fly. Recced before, but not for 8 years.
The anxiety in Teyla's face was fading, leaving a quiet feeling that might have been amusement, or something kinder. "I asked, what is his name, Rodney?"
"His?-whose-oh." Rodney shrugged. "I don't know. Do I have to choose something, or is there a conventional pattern beyond the obvious-"
It's Shepparth, the hatchling said. The food's on its way, right?
"It's coming, it's coming, hold your runnerbeasts, if I can wait then so can you."
You haven't been stuck in an egg for the past four months!
"Point," Rodney allowed, and then to Teyla, "He says his name's Shepparth." He frowned. "That's not really a traditional-sounding dragon name, is it."
"Traditional enough," Teyla said, smiling at him and the hatchling both, fondly.
"I guess. Though you'd think a bronze dragon would have a name that was more, you know. Classic."
Oh, because R'ney is such a classic rider's name.
Rodney winced. "Oh, they wouldn't-they won't. They can't make me. Can they? That's almost as bad as my real first-er, as the name my mother almost gave me-"
Teyla's laughter was a familiar sound, but the low chortle that rippled through his thoughts was new. And yet familiar all the same, like a number he had forgotten and had only just recalled, some key universal constant he should have been born knowing. Rodney, hearing it, couldn't help but laugh himself. He looked down at Shepparth, his dragon, felt himself smiling into those astonishing prismatic eyes, and thought that maybe he'd never stop.
Rec Category: AUs - featuring dragons
Characters: Rodney McKay and John Sheppard, various SGA favourites
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Nil
Author on LJ: xparrot
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Wings of Imagination series on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is the other classic fusion with McCaffrey's Dragonrider 'verse. These are two linked stories, and they're gen as Rodney accidentally impresses a dragon hatchling, Shepparth (John), so they're bonded, but not slashily. The worldbuilding's excellent, with Rodney as a smith (a scientist/engineer), so not really meant to be a dragonrider, stumbling through learning about and caring for his new dragon. It's a great series, and of course, John gets to spread his wings and truly fly. Recced before, but not for 8 years.
The anxiety in Teyla's face was fading, leaving a quiet feeling that might have been amusement, or something kinder. "I asked, what is his name, Rodney?"
"His?-whose-oh." Rodney shrugged. "I don't know. Do I have to choose something, or is there a conventional pattern beyond the obvious-"
It's Shepparth, the hatchling said. The food's on its way, right?
"It's coming, it's coming, hold your runnerbeasts, if I can wait then so can you."
You haven't been stuck in an egg for the past four months!
"Point," Rodney allowed, and then to Teyla, "He says his name's Shepparth." He frowned. "That's not really a traditional-sounding dragon name, is it."
"Traditional enough," Teyla said, smiling at him and the hatchling both, fondly.
"I guess. Though you'd think a bronze dragon would have a name that was more, you know. Classic."
Oh, because R'ney is such a classic rider's name.
Rodney winced. "Oh, they wouldn't-they won't. They can't make me. Can they? That's almost as bad as my real first-er, as the name my mother almost gave me-"
Teyla's laughter was a familiar sound, but the low chortle that rippled through his thoughts was new. And yet familiar all the same, like a number he had forgotten and had only just recalled, some key universal constant he should have been born knowing. Rodney, hearing it, couldn't help but laugh himself. He looked down at Shepparth, his dragon, felt himself smiling into those astonishing prismatic eyes, and thought that maybe he'd never stop.