SGA recs

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Assume McKay and Sheppard in some combination.


To Know You're Alive by callmerizzo (Post-Siege fallout) - a marvelous John POV, this is like the compression of breath, wound up all tight until a glorious exhale.

Lemon by lalejandra (several of the labs have a mysterious lemon odour) - delightful and lighthearted, reads like sea air.

The Pegasus Society by iamsab (Season One, post-"The Brotherhood") - This. Ohgod. This is like she highjacked this world and this fic directly into my brain, it's almost Atlantis POV, but not. This is Atlantis stained-glass, this is a John that doesn't trust easy things and a Rodney that doesn't stop when he's confused and an Atlantis that kind of likes to watch. It's a waking dream, that doesn't have the lethargy of dreams and it's not surreal at all because you're *in* the dream and it makes perfect sense. It ends perfectly. ::in awe:: Just, yes. ::points:: That's my show.

Supplemental by lierdumoa (Teyla gets a lesson in mechanics. The physics kind, not the car kind. Rodney loses his pudding cup. Hijinks) - This reads like one of those really really tall jello towers in the sunlight, the ones made with champagne. It catches the sunlight and throws it everywhere, all bubbly and wiggly and you feel all drunk and hilarious and happy at life at the end.

Sliding Scale by trinityofone (It suddenly struck him: for two guys who were enthusiastically balling each other every night (and after lunch, when convenient) they certainly spent a lot of time talking about women.) - Honestly, you should just read everything this girl's written. No. Seriously. EVERYTHING. Right now. This is her most recent and it's good to start off with, marvelous voices, great characterization, reads like a tongue-in-the-cheek with a mouth full of fine, complex dark chocolate.

What You Might Call Obvious by giddygeek (post Hive) - Marvelous, snarky, hot, and beautiful in many different ways, reads like surprised laughter, like sudden joy.

"That's 87 orgasms for every time I almost died," John said. "You'd give up 87 orgasms just because--oh my God, you've got me thinking about it. Get out, McKay."

Rodney looked at him. He showed no signs of leaving but he was rubbing his hands over each other nervously, and his expression was tight, almost miserable. "I'd, uh. I’d give up a million orgasms if it meant I never had to see you vanish from the screen again, Sheppard."

"But giving up orgasms wouldn't mean--I haven't not died because we're not having sex!"

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0.o

I haven't read any of these before! And new authors, too! Hoorah!

Thank you!

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=D tis my pleasure!