SGA, Alias
McKay/Sheppard - 2 recs
Hands On Science by nindulgence--High school AU that keeps them perfectly in character. I love it.
And, though he would sigh impatiently and mutter "wasting time, wasting time..." whenever John's attention was captured by what he considered to be a lame or outdated exhibit, Rodney was comically sensitive when it came to his own favourites: he went very stiff and tight around the mouth when John pretended to be unimpressed by the shadow tunnel, and he lit up with the goofiest grin ever when John conceded that the ancient voice-synthesizer machine was pretty cool, even though all it did was say "coffee" over and over with different inflections.
Quarks, Quantum Chromodynamics and Other Unproven Theories by amireal--Time Travel fic a la Butterfly Effect, except with a more satisfying conclusion. You'll have to read this one twice to get it all, but once you've read it through once, you'll be happy to do it again.
Before Rodney could answer, the door slid open. "Finally!" Rodney stalked in and stopped short in front of the bed. "Well, at least I didn't lose any more hair."
Sark/various - 10 recs
Bodyguard Of Lies by shrift--Sark/Weiss. Nice seduction and a killer ending.
The entire surface area of Weiss' skin goes hot, and now there's a flash-sauna inside his leather jacket. Weiss wants to take it off, but he can't, because he's wearing the shoulder holster and there's a big-ass knife strapped to his lower back. He's armed to the teeth because he's not dumb no matter how stupid people think he looks. Weiss knows Sark is a ruthless little son of a bitch, and he's man enough to admit that Sark intimidates him. Just a bit.
Aqua Vitae by Rhysenn--Sark/Will. Twisted and thick and unbelievably sexy.
"Mr. Tippin." Sark's voice was smooth, like fine satin sliding over skin. "I usually make sure my guests fly first class. However, my instructions were to keep you alive, but not comfortable." A meaningful pause. "And you're alive."
Aflame and Like Time by Joanna--Sark/Sydney. AU after season two. Sydney runs away to Rome. Great imagery.
The trattoria, invariably packed with locals, has remained the neighborhood's secret for over a hundred years. Only a handful of strangers make their way into the narrow alley behind the station, and then under an arched gate which reveals an unpretentious little eatery and an adjacent garden. When an unfamiliar face announces itself at the door, they're always welcomed with a respectful nod from the regulars and the owners, for only a truly sophisticated nose can detect the scent of the delicatessen served in the trattoria.
The End Of All Things by Celli Lane--Sark/Sydney. Short and sharp and very in character.
He gave a half-laugh and settled next to her. "Are you a Tolkien fan, Miss Bristow?"
"Of course."
"Let me guess. Your mother read to you from the books when you were a child, and you've always loved them because of your deep association with--"
"Bite me, Sark."
Safe House by Nestra--Sark/Weiss. A hot, furtive blow job. What more can a girl ask for?
"I suppose you'd do better?" Weiss asked. "Wait, never mind. Forgot who I was talking to for a second. My own real live criminal mastermind."
"Yours?" Sark quirked an eyebrow at him.
"You're on loan."
Somewhere Along The Way, And Then Again, Having and The Long Weekend by Brix--An amazing Sark/Weiss series that pretty much defines their (make believe) relationship for me.
He studied Weiss as the agent tried to come up with a response before adding in disbelief, "Tippin?"
Weiss shrugged. Sark laughed his cutting laugh. "Have you seen the man's hands? Honestly, Eric."
They were both silent for a moment, Weiss trying to come up with something equally witty as a rebuttal and failing. Curiosity overcame him. "What's wrong with his hands?"
Sark had closed his eyes again, but was still propped back on his elbows. "They're not yours." He smiled, and got that Look again, but this time he didn't have his cobalt eyes boring through Weiss, so Weiss felt marginally safe.