New Fic: Where We Ought to Be (Complete in 5 parts)
Title: Where We Ought to Be (Complete in 5 parts)
Author: wojelah
Fandom: SGA, McKay/Sheppard
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through "Sunday"
Word Count: 28,000ish
Author's Notes: This fic was born the first time I saw this ep, on a bet/dare/whim/IM conversation with omglawdork. Then it exploded. Now it's finally done, and I'm still standing around looking confused as to what, exactly, happened. omglawdork stuck with this from brainstorm to beta and refused to let me cheat. raisintorte and smittywing, whom I had not met when I started this nonsense, graciously agreed to pick it to bits and listen to me flail as it got put back together - and then helped with coding and finding a place to put it up all in one piece. It is what it is because of these three. Title is from the hymn "Simple Gifts".
Summary: "Stop thinking," Elizabeth had told Rodney once, and he wished he understood how to do that now, but he'd never managed to explain to her that not thinking, for him, was as plausible a solution as not breathing. And yes, fine, this past week had been so utterly unpredictable that Rodney had spent a lot of time thinking what the hell and oh, god, please, no, but really, there was only so long that complete befuddlement was going to serve as a plausible distraction.
He was stuck in a cottage in the middle of Scotland with people he didn't know and one highly problematic lieutenant colonel and Carson wasn't even around to blame for it.
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Read it all in one piece here.
Author: wojelah
Fandom: SGA, McKay/Sheppard
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through "Sunday"
Word Count: 28,000ish
Author's Notes: This fic was born the first time I saw this ep, on a bet/dare/whim/IM conversation with omglawdork. Then it exploded. Now it's finally done, and I'm still standing around looking confused as to what, exactly, happened. omglawdork stuck with this from brainstorm to beta and refused to let me cheat. raisintorte and smittywing, whom I had not met when I started this nonsense, graciously agreed to pick it to bits and listen to me flail as it got put back together - and then helped with coding and finding a place to put it up all in one piece. It is what it is because of these three. Title is from the hymn "Simple Gifts".
Summary: "Stop thinking," Elizabeth had told Rodney once, and he wished he understood how to do that now, but he'd never managed to explain to her that not thinking, for him, was as plausible a solution as not breathing. And yes, fine, this past week had been so utterly unpredictable that Rodney had spent a lot of time thinking what the hell and oh, god, please, no, but really, there was only so long that complete befuddlement was going to serve as a plausible distraction.
He was stuck in a cottage in the middle of Scotland with people he didn't know and one highly problematic lieutenant colonel and Carson wasn't even around to blame for it.
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Read it all in one piece here.