lilyoftheval5 (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lilyoftheval5) wrote,@ 2008-03-07 19:24:00 |
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| Entry tags: | recommendation, sga |
SGA recommendation
Hmmm, somehow when it comes to SGA I keep recommending crossovers. Which is still funny to me because I really wasn't fond of them until very recently and I do not seek them actively. The story is called
Fandom: Hercules/Xena/“Across Time” & Stargate: Atlantis (Up to 3x16 - "The Game")
Rating: PG+13 for language and gore and being mean to people.
Warnings: Delightful crack. Some Rodney Whump.
A few words is necessary. Although there is a prequel to this story (“Across Time”) I did not read it since it's a Mary Sue story. An interesting approach to it, but really not my cup of tea. In my opinion, the story is perfectly readable without it. Knowledge of Hercules and Xena Universe will help you, but it's still not a prerequisite. I got to the fourth chapter before I realized why a name seemed familiar; the recognition didn't change a thing.
In other words, if you are an SGA fan and fond of humour and crack, this is definitely the story for you.
Summary (my own): A couple of Gods take a vacation in Pegasus galaxy. There's no accounting for taste, but that's not the main problem here.
"It was driving Rodney nuts.
Somebody was playing practical jokes, and it was driving Rodney completely batshit nuts. At first it was little things - lamps that turned off if you got within five meters of them, stuffed spiders in the cereal. Harmless.
Then it was things like his chair wheels locking and only turning left, or finding Ronan's knives in Teyla’s frilly things. Annoying, embarrassing, humiliating, personal; but ultimately innocuous.
Then it graduated to problems that were definitely more serious, like someone switching translation files so Elizabeth told the Magistrate of Moonoor that his daughter looked like a porcupine in heat rather than a peony in bloom. That had almost been a war and had cost Atlantis a whole crate of very valuable chocolate to fix.
And every night, before he went to sleep, Rodney thought he heard giggling."
Somebody was playing practical jokes, and it was driving Rodney completely batshit nuts. At first it was little things - lamps that turned off if you got within five meters of them, stuffed spiders in the cereal. Harmless.
Then it was things like his chair wheels locking and only turning left, or finding Ronan's knives in Teyla’s frilly things. Annoying, embarrassing, humiliating, personal; but ultimately innocuous.
Then it graduated to problems that were definitely more serious, like someone switching translation files so Elizabeth told the Magistrate of Moonoor that his daughter looked like a porcupine in heat rather than a peony in bloom. That had almost been a war and had cost Atlantis a whole crate of very valuable chocolate to fix.
And every night, before he went to sleep, Rodney thought he heard giggling."
The first thing Rodney did when he stepped out of the event horizon was sink knee deep into a giant mud puddle.
"Of course," he hissed. "Of course."
The mud squished between his toes. Quest laughed. "Why is Strife not with us?"
"My 'venture!" Quest said.
Rodney was about to say something that his patron deity would not have appreciated her Head Priest teaching her son. Instead he sucked on the inside of his cheek for a moment, then settled on: "Well, can we have dry feet on your adventure?"
Quest looked at Rodney the same way Rodney looked at stupid scientists.
"No, then," Rodney said with a sigh.
"Of course," he hissed. "Of course."
The mud squished between his toes. Quest laughed. "Why is Strife not with us?"
"My 'venture!" Quest said.
Rodney was about to say something that his patron deity would not have appreciated her Head Priest teaching her son. Instead he sucked on the inside of his cheek for a moment, then settled on: "Well, can we have dry feet on your adventure?"
Quest looked at Rodney the same way Rodney looked at stupid scientists.
"No, then," Rodney said with a sigh.
