Working Out
Written for
sheafrotherdon 's someecard minifest.
Inspiration found here.
SGA, McKay/Sheppard
Word count: ~1900.
Notes: No betas, and mostly written up at the last minute so if there are mistakes, please point 'em out. This was mostly a self-indulgent exercise in thinking about Rodney's arms.
( This time, instead of being crammed into a small niche in the bottom of an Ancient console, Rodney was saving the lives of everyone on planet “oh-hey-the-shield-quit-working-just-in-time-for-the-Wraith-to-show-up” by standing on a ladder set up on a platform and reaching up into the shield controls. Sheppard was on the other side of the ladder, holding it steady, and Ronon and Teyla were standing guard against Wraith and stupid shield-breaking-Wraith-worshippers. Rodney was multitasking between the life saving and cursing the Ancients and their three-feet too-short platforms and possibly freakishly long arms. )
Written for
Inspiration found here.
SGA, McKay/Sheppard
Word count: ~1900.
Notes: No betas, and mostly written up at the last minute so if there are mistakes, please point 'em out. This was mostly a self-indulgent exercise in thinking about Rodney's arms.
( This time, instead of being crammed into a small niche in the bottom of an Ancient console, Rodney was saving the lives of everyone on planet “oh-hey-the-shield-quit-working-just-in-time-for-the-Wraith-to-show-up” by standing on a ladder set up on a platform and reaching up into the shield controls. Sheppard was on the other side of the ladder, holding it steady, and Ronon and Teyla were standing guard against Wraith and stupid shield-breaking-Wraith-worshippers. Rodney was multitasking between the life saving and cursing the Ancients and their three-feet too-short platforms and possibly freakishly long arms. )