icarusancalion

I did it again. I found another SGA Santa fic that I never posted outside the comm.

I realize I've been busy.

I realize I've had a job that doesn't give me two days off in a row.

But really, there's no excuse.

On the plus side, that means we've uncovered an entire cache of fics. Here you go:

Title: Toy Drums & Soldiers
Author: icarusancalion
Recipient: sabinelagrande
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Mild references to D/s.
Author's Notes: Sabinelagrande asked Santa for kinky fic with or without sex, and humor, and lots of other things I didn't include. Santa's sleigh was crowded! I couldn't resist a team fic and presents. Lots and lots of presents. Thank you to busaikko and rabidfan for the rapid, cheerful betas. I can always count on you.
Summary: The Atlantis expedition exchanges Christmas gifts, banter, and inside jokes.

('Coal?' Ronon asked.

'It's an oily mineral. You burn it to keep warm,' John explained.

'Valuable gift,' Ronon commented.)

Posted in honor of SPN's season finale.

Title: Collisions
Fandom(s): Supernatural and Stargate Atlantis crossover
Author: Icarus
Rating: PG-13 shading towards R
Pairing: Sam, Dean, John, Rodney
Summary: Sheppard shrugged. "When you fight bad guys for a living, you've got to treat yourself." Dean slapped Sam's shoulder and pointed to Sheppard. "See? That's what I always say."

A/N: Did you know it takes 12,000 words to make a 1,000 word ficlet make sense to two fandoms? Thank you to rabidfan, skinscript, amothea, mecurtin, and wordwitch, who put it through the wringer until it worked for both SGA and SPN fans. Written for the Help Haiti fundraiser and soooooo late. Story sponsored by somnolentblue who made a donation in exchange for said "ficlet."

( The engine gunned and they caught up, moving alongside the red car long enough for Sam to catch a glimpse of a guy in a bomber jacket and Aviator glasses, his generous mouth in a hard line – until the guy smirked, and cut Dean off at the next turn. )

Finally the SGA Santa fics are revealed.

Drum roll please.

Star Drive, John-centric, PG-13. Pinch hit for Calcatrix (and I'm damned proud of this fic).

Ten thousand years ago, a cabal of militant anti-Ascensionists had a plan to force the Ancients to stand and fight the Wraith. Now all they need is John Sheppard to set it into motion.

The Pandora Effect, Woolsey/Sheppard, Sheppard/McKay, Woolsey/Zelenka (but not nearly the triangle this implies), R. For curia_regis (and I sweat bullets over this fic worrying about the pairings; I veered from the recipient's request).

Usually Richard avoids entanglements by focusing his affections on someone safely out of reach. But in the midst of a battle with the Wraith, an uncomfortable alliance, and disruptions on Atlantis, Richard is offered everything he could ever want.

A lively SGA Santa this year. Three full-length novels (two written for Nano). And over a million words written by 100 participants. We're as proud as punch.

Happy New Year, all!

The story in one file up to an earlier chapter: Out Of Bounds.

Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: "That's your ignorance speaking. You're not aware that they're a ravening mob that will gleefully tear you limb from limb."

A/N: Thank you once again to my tireless betas (we're having fun), rabidfan and roaringmice, and now tingler and mariamme, too.

Previously in Out Of Bounds: Known more for his jumps than his artistry, figure skater John Sheppard hires ex-skating champion and "artiste" Rodney McKay to be his coach. Their teasing friendship warms into something more. After a year of training and preparation... the U.S. Championships.

( 'That's your ignorance speaking. You're not aware that they're a ravening mob that will gleefully tear you limb from limb.' )

The story in one file up to an earlier chapter: Out Of Bounds.

Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: "This scoring system is starting to seem a little arbitrary," John growled in complaint.

A/N: Thank you once again to my tireless betas, rabidfan and roaringmice, as well as tingler and mariamme.

Previously in Out Of Bounds: Known more for his jumps than his artistry, figure skater John Sheppard hires ex-skating champion and "artiste" Rodney McKay to be his coach. Their teasing friendship warms into something more. After a year of training and preparation... the U.S. Championships.

( 'This scoring system is starting to seem a little arbitrary,' John growled in complaint. )

Somehow, this came out of a comment about wank and mob mentality in auburnnothenna's LJ. It probably doesn't make sense out of context (which I should probably fix in the story, but for now since I'm working on a 15-page paper....

As you fight back, you make it worse and worse. And people enjoy it. They enjoy the fight itself. They enjoy the suffering of the person losing the fight. They enjoy the cameraderie of being among the fighters. They enjoy the savor of victory and want more. I think that's the reason you see the last soldier of a battle hauled up a flagpole or dragged behind a jeep, or riddled with an unecessary number of bullets.

Great, now I have ficlet where John Sheppard's in Afghanistan, and he and the other men lose control with a prisoner. And his brutality haunts him later. He tries to explain it to Rodney, but Rodney doesn't understand.


Sniper
by Icarus


"There was this class ring. I wasn't supposed to wear it on duty." John bent his head, eyes squeezed shut. He ran his forearm over his hair. The sheets shifted. He wouldn't look Rodney in the eye, and Rodney realized John was sweating. "I had to throw it away."

"It got ... blood on it?" Rodney squinted on John, trying to understand.

"No."

Unfortunately, Rodney's overactive imagination was more than capable of filling in the blanks. In living technicolor.

After a long silence, John added, "He probably had internal injuries. We dragged him out of that tree." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

"He killed your friends."

"Yeah."

"So he deserved it." Friends reassured friends, didn't they?

"Sure." John rubbed at his eyes, still not looking at Rodney. "He shit his pants. It smelled ... God, it smelled so bad."

"What did your commanders say?" Rodney said with careful gentleness, blinking away images of swirlies and school jocks leaving him spluttering on the bathroom floor. This wasn't the same.

John stared at his hands. He had large hands for someone so thin. "We called it a kill. And I took all kinds of heat for not capturing him alive." John snorted a mirthless laugh. "The guys voted me to break the news: best poker face."

John slid his dog-tags over his head and laid them with a hissing click next to Rodney's bed. He never took those off. Then he lay back on the bed with a sigh, covers pushed to his waist, his hand on his chest as he stared at the ceiling.

Rodney chewed his lip, still perched on the edge of the bed, one arm wrapped around one knee, pulling it in close to himself. Suddenly aware he was millimeters away from falling off the bed, actually. His hands were balled tight. He loosened them. He'd left fingernail marks in his palm.

Rodney edged back under the covers next to John, leaving a careful six inches between them.

"So... nightmares," Rodney said.

"I swore I'd never lose my shit like that again," John said.

Rodney turned toward him with a sharp look in the half light. "Have you?"

"It's never come up," John said with a perfect poker face. And fell silent.

Couldn't resist. John drabble. Untitled, unbeta'd.


The Other Side Of Oblivious
by Icarus


Rodney had dreamed of it for years. He and Colonel Sheppard, retired, living together in a Victorian mansion (okay, split-level ranch) in a gay neighborhood. Showing up at the grocery store with John in tight jeans. PDAs in the park (okay, fine, the parking lot, but close enough). Envious glances from his so-called colleagues at scientific conferences as John's mere presence confirmed Rodney's claims that he'd been working for the military all these years. While his hotness confirmed Rodney's masculinity, thank you very much.

The fantasy had been so strong, so lived-in -- even before it became a reality -- that it took a while for Rodney to notice.

But change sneaked up on everyone, didn't it?

All right, General O'Neill had made a few snide comments to Sheppard, looking him over and saying with a smile, "Enjoying your retirement? Been taking it easy, I see." And Major Lorne had made some crack about John "eating for two" which Rodney had duly ignored with a sniff of disdain.

Frankly, he'd appreciated the fact that John no longer collapsed in the bed sweaty after all those daily jogs. The barbells were gathering dust, sure, but that had been fine by Rodney since it had always made him feel like he ought to be working out, too. And it wasn't as if they had to run for their lives anymore, as John himself had stated.

Then one morning when Rodney was in the shrubbery fiddling with the electric meter (the city was overcharging them, he was sure of it), John bent over to pick up the Sunday newspaper.

With a grunt. He put his hand on the driveway to push himself back up.

Rodney frowned, his vision narrowing in on John.

His T-shirt had ridden up. He was wearing tight cut-offs. Ones that hadn't been all that tight two years ago.

His hot military boyfriend had a definite roll over his waistband.

John turned sideways, whistling. He sauntered up the sidewalk without a care.

Rodney's vision readjusted as his fantasy realigned with reality. The rock solid abs of his memory had collapsed like an avalanche into a definite pot belly. Those tanned and muscular thighs? Were looking not-so-tanned at the moment. There was even evidence of a little jiggle as he walked. John's shoulders were still broad -- there was no changing what Mother Nature had given him -- but his biceps were now as skinny as a fifteen-year-old's.

The screen door sighed shut behind him.

Rodney heard John click on a football game. Moments later, there came the predictable slam of the refrigerator door, followed by a metallic pop and hiss as he opened a can of beer, then John's low satisfied hum as he settled into his favorite Lay-Z-Boy.

Rodney brushed the dirt off his hands. He pushed himself up with a grunt.

Something had to be done.

Here you are, a larger piece of Out Of Bounds, ~3,000 words. And now maybe I can get caught up on comments. Or, huh, I probably should write, shouldn't I?

The story in one file up to an earlier chapter: Out Of Bounds.

Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: "This is entirely your fault, you know. You said I could create my own adoring minions and people the skating world with them, raising them like well-trained puppies."
A/N: Thank you to my tireless betas, rabidfan and roaringmice (our skating consultant ;). Welcome to the team, tingler and mariamme. You guys have been fabulous.

Previously in Out Of Bounds: Known more for his jumps than his artistry, figure skater John Sheppard hires ex-skating champion and "artiste" Rodney McKay to be his coach. Their teasing friendship warms into something more. Following Bethany's performance at the Canadian Nationals John has just two weeks to get his head together.

( 'This is entirely your fault, you know. You said I could create my own adoring minions and people the skating world with them, raising them like well-trained puppies.' )

How about a couple more chapters of Out Of Bounds, eh? ~3,000 words or so?

The story in one file up to an earlier chapter: Out Of Bounds.

Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: There were two kinds of skating. Practicing what one already knew, and, ah, playing with things one didn't do quite so well. Rodney preferred his students didn't watch him attempt the latter.
A/N: Thank you to my tireless betas, rabidfan and roaringmice (our skating consultant ;). Welcome to the team, tingler and mariamme. You guys have been fabulous.

Previously in Out Of Bounds: Known more for his jumps than his artistry, figure skater John Sheppard hires ex-skating champion and "artiste" Rodney McKay to be his coach. Their teasing friendship warms into something more. After struggling in Utrecht, John returns home to prepare for Nationals.

( There were two kinds of skating. Practicing what one already knew, and, ah, playing with things one didn't do quite so well. Rodney preferred his students didn't watch him attempt the latter. )

My Christmas gift for all of you.

The story in one file up to an earlier chapter: Out Of Bounds.

Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: "Wait a minute. You're the drug addict he took out there? I thought you were going to knife him and steal his clothes for drug money!"
A/N: Thank you to my intrepid and tireless betas, rabidfan and roaringmice (our skating consultant ;). Welcome to the team, tingler. You guys have been fabulous.

Previously in Out Of Bounds: Known more for his jumps than his artistry, figure skater John Sheppard hires ex-skating champion and "artiste" Rodney McKay to be his coach. Their teasing friendship warms into something more. Following the Midwestern Sectional Championships, John is allowed to compete at Euroskate at Utrecht in the Netherlands. And then it's home for Christmas.

( "Wait a minute. You're the drug addict he took out there? I thought you were going to knife him and steal his clothes for drug money!" )