Fic: Sympathy for Eve 7/27
Title: Sympathy for Eve, 7/27
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Beckett
Relationships: McKay/Beckett
Rating: PG for this part, but the series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: mpreg
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 7 of the Sympathy for Eve series. When Rodney gets turned into a woman for a month, he decides to experiment, but little did he know it could have unforeseen consequences. Set somewhere in a nebulous third season after any cliffhanger-y stuff has been resolved.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Carson arrived home for lunch to find the kitchen/dining area empty. "Rodney?" he called. He frowned. Rodney had told him he was already home when he'd called earlier.
They had begun a tradition of having lunch together every couple of days in their apartment. Some days, they would make love almost the whole time and then wolf down something quick before returning to work. Other days, they would simply eat and talk, sometimes fixing the meal together and sometimes cuddling while they talked.
He walked through the apartment, peeking into the nursery and Rodney's office before he reached the bedroom. There he found his lover fast asleep, sprawled across their bed fully dressed down to his shoes. Rodney's laptop sat open beside him, some database open on the screen.
Carson sat down gently so as not to disturb Rodney's rest. Soon enough, the nausea and fatigue would go by the wayside, until then he saw no reason to fight nature in the matter. He glanced at the screen and saw lists of names, grouped into categories, with notes after each one.
Rodney stirred, stretching, catlike. "Carson?"
"Aye, love, it's me," Carson answered, stroking Rodney's leg absently as he studied the lists. "Are these for the baby?"
"Yeah," Rodney replied, still sleep-muffled.
"But ye've got both boy and girl names on here," Carson pointed out.
Rodney yawned. "Well, I thought we might want to plan out some names ahead of time in case we decide to have more later. You know, you don't want Arabella and Candy or Bruno and Percival or something. They have to fit together."
Carson looked at him in surprise. "You think you might want to have more than the one?"
"Well, we do have the device, though I don't know that I'd be willing to go through this again. I'll have to see. But you could do it. Or we could just go with a surrogate. I just wanted to leave our options open."
Carson boggled at the thought of him going through what Rodney was experiencing, but decided to keep his mouth shut and look at the names instead. One list was titled Plain and Simple (maybe too plain?), another Too Popular, still another Too Old-Fashioned?. He had to smile at Too British?. Another was labeled Too Unusual?. He wasn't sure whether to laugh at the presence of the question mark or choke in horror at the names listed:
Aloysius-- Great-Grandfather
Aristarchus-- of Samos
Felix-- Mendelssohn, Bloch, Meissner, Klein, Wankel
Galileo
Hieronymus-- Praetorius, W. P_ Pachelbel
Hipparchus
Modest-- Mussorgsky
Nicola/Niccolo/Nikola-- Tesla, Paganini, Zingarelli, Grenon, Siret, da Perugia
Polykarp-- Kusch
Ptolemy
Thor-- Heyerdahl
Tiberius
Tycho
Vincenzo-- Bellini, Galilei, Righini, Capirola, Ruffo
Wolfgang-- Mozart, Pauli, Ketterle
Agnesi-- Maria Teresa & Maria Gaetana
Altair-- star of Orion
Amalia-- Catharina, Anna A. Princess of Prussia,
Amaranth-- myth. flower
Calixa-- Lavallee
Hypatia-- of Alexandria
Settimia-- Caccini
Below that was a list labeled Check with Carson:
David-- Psalmist, Peebles, Niels Heinrik D. Bohr, Morris Lee, Gross, Politzer
Harry
Henry-- Roy Henry, Purcell, Becquerel*, Bohr again sort of, Kendall
James-- Franck, Chadwick, Watson Cronin
John-- the colonel, Dunstable, Taverner, Sheppard, Mundy, Maynard, Stanley, Knowles Paine, Cage, Ireland, Williams... heck, a whole bunch and that doesn't count the Johans and Johannes
Paul-- Dirac, Dukas, Juon, Hofhaimer
Philip/Phillip-- von Lenard, Anderson, de Casserta, Basiron
Robert-- Hofstadter, Laughlin, Wilson, Fuchs, Schumann, others
Simon-- van der Meer, Ives
Ada-- Lovelace
Anna/Annie-- Annie Jump Cannon!, ... of Prussia
Barbara-- Strozzi, Liskov, Obrist
Caroline/Carolyn-- Shoemaker, Herschel,
Catherine
Eve/Eva/Evelyn-- Ahnert-Rohlfs, Fox Keller, Carson's mother?
Grace-- Hopper, Chisholm Young
Helen/Helena-- Sawyer Hogg, Rasiowa
Jean/Jeanne-- McKay Miller, Sammet,
Julia-- Robinson
Louise-- Freeland Jenkins
Lucy-- Weston Pickett
Margaret-- Burbidge, Turnbull
Maria/Marie-- Curie, de France, Goeppert-Mayer, Gaetana Agnesi, Teresa Agnesi
Mary-- Cartwright, Watson Whitney, Somerville, Ellen Rudin
Rosalind-- Franklin, Picard
Ruth-- Lawrence
Sarah-- Flannery
Sophia/Sofia-- Kovalevskaya
Below that was a collection of other names, apparently unsorted. Carson's head was swimming at the magnitude of the list. "How long have ye been working on this, love?"
Rodney shrugged. "A week or so. I meant to ask you, what was your father's name?"
"Alexander," Carson answered.
"Huh. That's overly popular right now. Did he have a middle name?"
"Graham."
"Like Alexander Graham Bell?"
"Aye, only it was Alexander Graham Beckett. And ye know my middle name's James, right?"
"Ah!" Rodney made a notation next to "James" and then added "Graham" and "Ingram" to his list.
"You... ah... weren't planning on using the more unusual ones, right?"
"What? Those? Well, I was thinking they might make interesting middle names. Or perhaps first names with a more common middle name they could use if they absolutely hated the first name."
Carson rubbed his head. "I just can't see sticking a wee bairn with Aristarchus or Polykarp or Calixa or... well, any of them. What would you call them for short?"
"Well, I suppose Polykarp is a bit problematic, but most of them could be shortened. I mean, you've got Ari or Stark or the like for Aristarchus and Cali for Calixa... I'll have to think about it some more."
"Me mum always said the trick to choosing a name is making sure it's one ye could step out of the house and shout down the lane to call your child without blushing. I'm trying to picture yelling 'Hieronymus John Beckett!' in the middle of the cafeteria... or, I suppose that might be 'Hieronymus John McKay' mightn't it?"
"Huh," Rodney said. "I hadn't really thought about that. That's sort of a basic question to the name because, obviously, you don't want Barbara Beckett or Margaret McKay. Well, actually, Margaret McKay sounds all right, even if it is alliterative. But the last names have different scansions, so something that works with Beckett won't necessarily work with McKay. Or we could go with Beckett-McKay or McKay-Beckett."
"Hadn't we ought to be married before we go hyphenating the children's names?" Carson asked. "Actually, come to think of it, if we're talking children, more than one..."
Rodney's eyes slid away from his, suddenly wary and vulnerable. "I, um, I suppose we should," he said quietly.
"Rodney, love," Carson said gently, "is that what you want? It's rather a large step."
"Well, so is having a child together," Rodney answered, sounding defensive. "I don't know."
"I think ye do know. Be honest with me, please."
"Well," Rodney said, his hands and eyes suddenly busy with the laptop, "it-- it would make logical sense. It makes the paperwork and the legalities easier, but I realise you've had one child out of wedlock and it might not be that big of a deal with you, so I--"
"It was a big deal with me," Carson answered. "It broke me mum's heart that we didn't marry, but we neither one wanted to rush into things. It seemed logical at the time, till she left me and took him with her."
"Yeah, well... I, uh, wasn't planning on doing any such thing."
Carson reached out and took Rodney's hands, stilling them. "Rodney, love, look at me." Rodney's eyes flickered to his face and tried to slide away again, but Carson shook his head. "Are you telling me you want to get married?"
"I... I don't know."
"Rodney..."
"Okay, yes, I think we should."
"You think we should, but what do you want?" Carson asked.
"What?"
"You're talking about logic and thinking and legal niceties, love. I want to know how you feel."
Rodney swallowed hard, looked down at their joined hands, at the lists of names that he'd made up with more than one child in mind, and then met Carson's eyes again. "Yeah. I want to. I-if you want to, that is? Do you want to?" He wet his lips and took a breath. "Carson, will you... Will you marry me?"
Carson reached out and ran the back of his fingers down Rodney's cheek and then gently cupped his chin. "Aye, Rodney, I'll marry you."
Rodney seemed to sag in relief then, his eyes glimmering and wet. "Good... That's good. I... Thank you, Carson. Though, of course, this doesn't answer the name question, unless one of us--"
Carson shut him up with a kiss. It was some time before they spoke in more than moans and exclamations of pleasure and desire.
As they lay curled against each other afterward, Rodney stiffened slightly, turned to Carson with a serious look in his eye and said, "What do you think of Cosmo?"
Next part
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Beckett
Relationships: McKay/Beckett
Rating: PG for this part, but the series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: mpreg
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 7 of the Sympathy for Eve series. When Rodney gets turned into a woman for a month, he decides to experiment, but little did he know it could have unforeseen consequences. Set somewhere in a nebulous third season after any cliffhanger-y stuff has been resolved.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Carson arrived home for lunch to find the kitchen/dining area empty. "Rodney?" he called. He frowned. Rodney had told him he was already home when he'd called earlier.
They had begun a tradition of having lunch together every couple of days in their apartment. Some days, they would make love almost the whole time and then wolf down something quick before returning to work. Other days, they would simply eat and talk, sometimes fixing the meal together and sometimes cuddling while they talked.
He walked through the apartment, peeking into the nursery and Rodney's office before he reached the bedroom. There he found his lover fast asleep, sprawled across their bed fully dressed down to his shoes. Rodney's laptop sat open beside him, some database open on the screen.
Carson sat down gently so as not to disturb Rodney's rest. Soon enough, the nausea and fatigue would go by the wayside, until then he saw no reason to fight nature in the matter. He glanced at the screen and saw lists of names, grouped into categories, with notes after each one.
Rodney stirred, stretching, catlike. "Carson?"
"Aye, love, it's me," Carson answered, stroking Rodney's leg absently as he studied the lists. "Are these for the baby?"
"Yeah," Rodney replied, still sleep-muffled.
"But ye've got both boy and girl names on here," Carson pointed out.
Rodney yawned. "Well, I thought we might want to plan out some names ahead of time in case we decide to have more later. You know, you don't want Arabella and Candy or Bruno and Percival or something. They have to fit together."
Carson looked at him in surprise. "You think you might want to have more than the one?"
"Well, we do have the device, though I don't know that I'd be willing to go through this again. I'll have to see. But you could do it. Or we could just go with a surrogate. I just wanted to leave our options open."
Carson boggled at the thought of him going through what Rodney was experiencing, but decided to keep his mouth shut and look at the names instead. One list was titled Plain and Simple (maybe too plain?), another Too Popular, still another Too Old-Fashioned?. He had to smile at Too British?. Another was labeled Too Unusual?. He wasn't sure whether to laugh at the presence of the question mark or choke in horror at the names listed:
Aloysius-- Great-Grandfather
Aristarchus-- of Samos
Felix-- Mendelssohn, Bloch, Meissner, Klein, Wankel
Galileo
Hieronymus-- Praetorius, W. P_ Pachelbel
Hipparchus
Modest-- Mussorgsky
Nicola/Niccolo/Nikola-- Tesla, Paganini, Zingarelli, Grenon, Siret, da Perugia
Polykarp-- Kusch
Ptolemy
Thor-- Heyerdahl
Tiberius
Tycho
Vincenzo-- Bellini, Galilei, Righini, Capirola, Ruffo
Wolfgang-- Mozart, Pauli, Ketterle
Agnesi-- Maria Teresa & Maria Gaetana
Altair-- star of Orion
Amalia-- Catharina, Anna A. Princess of Prussia,
Amaranth-- myth. flower
Calixa-- Lavallee
Hypatia-- of Alexandria
Settimia-- Caccini
Below that was a list labeled Check with Carson:
David-- Psalmist, Peebles, Niels Heinrik D. Bohr, Morris Lee, Gross, Politzer
Harry
Henry-- Roy Henry, Purcell, Becquerel*, Bohr again sort of, Kendall
James-- Franck, Chadwick, Watson Cronin
John-- the colonel, Dunstable, Taverner, Sheppard, Mundy, Maynard, Stanley, Knowles Paine, Cage, Ireland, Williams... heck, a whole bunch and that doesn't count the Johans and Johannes
Paul-- Dirac, Dukas, Juon, Hofhaimer
Philip/Phillip-- von Lenard, Anderson, de Casserta, Basiron
Robert-- Hofstadter, Laughlin, Wilson, Fuchs, Schumann, others
Simon-- van der Meer, Ives
Ada-- Lovelace
Anna/Annie-- Annie Jump Cannon!, ... of Prussia
Barbara-- Strozzi, Liskov, Obrist
Caroline/Carolyn-- Shoemaker, Herschel,
Catherine
Eve/Eva/Evelyn-- Ahnert-Rohlfs, Fox Keller, Carson's mother?
Grace-- Hopper, Chisholm Young
Helen/Helena-- Sawyer Hogg, Rasiowa
Jean/Jeanne-- McKay Miller, Sammet,
Julia-- Robinson
Louise-- Freeland Jenkins
Lucy-- Weston Pickett
Margaret-- Burbidge, Turnbull
Maria/Marie-- Curie, de France, Goeppert-Mayer, Gaetana Agnesi, Teresa Agnesi
Mary-- Cartwright, Watson Whitney, Somerville, Ellen Rudin
Rosalind-- Franklin, Picard
Ruth-- Lawrence
Sarah-- Flannery
Sophia/Sofia-- Kovalevskaya
Below that was a collection of other names, apparently unsorted. Carson's head was swimming at the magnitude of the list. "How long have ye been working on this, love?"
Rodney shrugged. "A week or so. I meant to ask you, what was your father's name?"
"Alexander," Carson answered.
"Huh. That's overly popular right now. Did he have a middle name?"
"Graham."
"Like Alexander Graham Bell?"
"Aye, only it was Alexander Graham Beckett. And ye know my middle name's James, right?"
"Ah!" Rodney made a notation next to "James" and then added "Graham" and "Ingram" to his list.
"You... ah... weren't planning on using the more unusual ones, right?"
"What? Those? Well, I was thinking they might make interesting middle names. Or perhaps first names with a more common middle name they could use if they absolutely hated the first name."
Carson rubbed his head. "I just can't see sticking a wee bairn with Aristarchus or Polykarp or Calixa or... well, any of them. What would you call them for short?"
"Well, I suppose Polykarp is a bit problematic, but most of them could be shortened. I mean, you've got Ari or Stark or the like for Aristarchus and Cali for Calixa... I'll have to think about it some more."
"Me mum always said the trick to choosing a name is making sure it's one ye could step out of the house and shout down the lane to call your child without blushing. I'm trying to picture yelling 'Hieronymus John Beckett!' in the middle of the cafeteria... or, I suppose that might be 'Hieronymus John McKay' mightn't it?"
"Huh," Rodney said. "I hadn't really thought about that. That's sort of a basic question to the name because, obviously, you don't want Barbara Beckett or Margaret McKay. Well, actually, Margaret McKay sounds all right, even if it is alliterative. But the last names have different scansions, so something that works with Beckett won't necessarily work with McKay. Or we could go with Beckett-McKay or McKay-Beckett."
"Hadn't we ought to be married before we go hyphenating the children's names?" Carson asked. "Actually, come to think of it, if we're talking children, more than one..."
Rodney's eyes slid away from his, suddenly wary and vulnerable. "I, um, I suppose we should," he said quietly.
"Rodney, love," Carson said gently, "is that what you want? It's rather a large step."
"Well, so is having a child together," Rodney answered, sounding defensive. "I don't know."
"I think ye do know. Be honest with me, please."
"Well," Rodney said, his hands and eyes suddenly busy with the laptop, "it-- it would make logical sense. It makes the paperwork and the legalities easier, but I realise you've had one child out of wedlock and it might not be that big of a deal with you, so I--"
"It was a big deal with me," Carson answered. "It broke me mum's heart that we didn't marry, but we neither one wanted to rush into things. It seemed logical at the time, till she left me and took him with her."
"Yeah, well... I, uh, wasn't planning on doing any such thing."
Carson reached out and took Rodney's hands, stilling them. "Rodney, love, look at me." Rodney's eyes flickered to his face and tried to slide away again, but Carson shook his head. "Are you telling me you want to get married?"
"I... I don't know."
"Rodney..."
"Okay, yes, I think we should."
"You think we should, but what do you want?" Carson asked.
"What?"
"You're talking about logic and thinking and legal niceties, love. I want to know how you feel."
Rodney swallowed hard, looked down at their joined hands, at the lists of names that he'd made up with more than one child in mind, and then met Carson's eyes again. "Yeah. I want to. I-if you want to, that is? Do you want to?" He wet his lips and took a breath. "Carson, will you... Will you marry me?"
Carson reached out and ran the back of his fingers down Rodney's cheek and then gently cupped his chin. "Aye, Rodney, I'll marry you."
Rodney seemed to sag in relief then, his eyes glimmering and wet. "Good... That's good. I... Thank you, Carson. Though, of course, this doesn't answer the name question, unless one of us--"
Carson shut him up with a kiss. It was some time before they spoke in more than moans and exclamations of pleasure and desire.
As they lay curled against each other afterward, Rodney stiffened slightly, turned to Carson with a serious look in his eye and said, "What do you think of Cosmo?"
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