Title: Without a Paddle
Notes: Written for the 2009 "Twisting the Twilight Zone" challenge (
enter_tzone) for the prompt "The Fever"
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, H/C, Action/Adventure
Word Count: ~10,300
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Warnings: A teensy bit of language, maybe? Unrepetant H/C?
Spoilers: Takes place sometime between "Quarantine" and "Midway", so anything up to 4x17 is fair game.
Thanks: To my beta,
twit1217, who is 100% concentrated awesomesauce for not only helping me keep the world safe from my atrocious grammar and cavity-inducing schmoop, but for also staying up late and waking up early to help me with this. You are my shining star. A special thanks also goes to
sgatazmy, who helped me find the proper plot thread in this, uh, slightly non-linear gem. And also a thank you to
danceswithgary for the multiple deadline extensions.
ETA: Now with an awesome cover by
danceswithgary :D
Summary: Rodney should have known that the mission was going to suck the moment he stepped through the Stargate, took in a deep breath of the fresh, clean mountain air—and swallowed a fly.
( Sadly, that's the high point of his day. )
Notes: Written for the 2009 "Twisting the Twilight Zone" challenge (
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Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, H/C, Action/Adventure
Word Count: ~10,300
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Warnings: A teensy bit of language, maybe? Unrepetant H/C?
Spoilers: Takes place sometime between "Quarantine" and "Midway", so anything up to 4x17 is fair game.
Thanks: To my beta,
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ETA: Now with an awesome cover by
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Summary: Rodney should have known that the mission was going to suck the moment he stepped through the Stargate, took in a deep breath of the fresh, clean mountain air—and swallowed a fly.
( Sadly, that's the high point of his day. )