Fic: Athosian For Beginners (Rodney/Teyla, 1/2)

[trinityofone]

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Title: Athosian For Beginners
Pairing: Rodney/Teyla
Rating: PG (alas!)
Length: ~11,000 words
Summary: She knew what was happening, but it was impossible. Like suddenly knowing, The sun won't rise in the morning. Gravity doesn't work. The Wraith don't mean any harm...
A/N: Written for empressvesica's sticksandsnark prompt(s), which included Teyla

Comments

[empressvesica]

I’m not even waiting until part III to start the squeeing. I could not possibly adore this more - not even if it WERE porn.There would have been a time I wouldn’t have believed I would say this quite so adamantly, but everything doesn’t have to be porn - really it doesn’t.

Side note: I don’t know if you remember, but you should have known you were in like Flynn with this idea. I adored the tiny, fic socks off “Lingua Franca” and grinned like a loon when I saw you’d written for me and then WHAT you’d written - well, grinned for two seconds and then went back to hunching back over my own fic in progress and cursing at the clock.

But enough about how awesome you are for spending time thinking about how this even works in canon and back to how awesome this fic is.

OMG - Teyla’s paraphrase of everything Rodney has ever, will ever, and could possibly ever want to say was perfect and probably the funniest and most perfectly Rodney paragraph I’ve read in ages.

Teyla realized that she knew this script so well she almost didn't need a coherent soundtrack.
And now that you point it out, this really is like “Every SGA episode - ever”, which is delightful.

"Whither Daniel Jackson?" "If only we had the vast body of knowledge belonging to Daniel Jackson!" "I would give this entire city for but a moment in the presence of the inimitable Daniel Jackson!"
Man, oh man. How often have those last two actually been uttered by fangirls. I think I choked a little on AIR reading that sentence. Too. Damned. Funny.

Random note: Yeah, hunger would be one of the first words anyone would need to learn for spending time around Rodney. Maybe that’s why I don’t write him more often - the vicarious hunger pains and resulting snacking.

Then John absently turned the device on his own chest and they all got to listen as it solemnly pronounced, "Kirk. Kirk. Kirk."
*blinks* Oh. My. Word. I love your Rodney so much it actually hurts. This is so utterly brilliant. And of course, kudos to you too since you’ve obviously brainwashed me so well, I actually think Rodney really had the idea for this rather than him being a pawn in your talented hands.

Wow. I need to get my breath back before part III. Too much laughing.