[SGA fic] The McKay Code, UNFINISHED

[siegeofangels]

This began life as commentfic and at this point I'm accepting that it just isn't going to go anywhere, mainly because a) it really wants to be a very plot-heavy story, b) I don't know enough about art history, and c) it stalled

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[bratfarrar]

Well, even if it never ends up going anywhere, this is really cool. I only wish I knew more about art history (and had more free time and not so many plotbunnies of my own) so I could help/finish it for you/do something.

As though through a haze, Rodney hears John say something about being twenty and spring break and really too much mezcal and waking up with a line of sixteenth-century secret code inked dark on his pale skin where Rodney should really, really stop staring--

--and at that point Rodney blacks out.

***

Rodney comes to slowly, the face of an angel above him, his hair glowing black and gold, worried eyes the color of the ocean, the sky, and he thinks, Well, that was a stupid way to go. It's worth it, though, heaven like a gilded ceiling.

Before he can say anything embarrassing, though, the angel says, "Seriously, they make chairs now that don't flip over when you lean," and heaven dissolves into Rodney's book-lined office, and it's only John, backlit by Rodney's office window.

"Ow," Rodney says.I like this bit. A

[siegeofangels]

Yeah, it's just--*handwave*

I love writing unflappable John and freaking-out Rodney. They complement each other so well.

[pentapus]

*mourns* I still love this. R.I.P. McKay Code. *wipes away a tear*

[siegeofangels]

I know! I love it too, but it's just--the whole PLOT thing, not just the looking behind paintings and speeding through the Italian countryside and making out in a library but the bad guys chasing them and putting together pieces of a puzzle and all that.

I gain comfort from the knowledge that in some alternate universe, this story was completed and it ROCKED.

[cincodemaygirl]

And in that alternate universe, that story is revered as a fandom classic, because this starting bit is completely fantastic. Wahhh, I want to read the rest!

[siegeofangels]

ME TOO.

Hell, okay, if someone plots it out and I write the words, I'll have a go at it. I just--plot and me do not get along.

[aurora_84]

Oh man, I love the concept, and I'm bummed you won't finish this.

(The image of John with a glyph tattoo doesn't hurt either. *g*)

[siegeofangels]

Yeah, I'm bummed too, but thanks.

(They're totally the gate symbols for Atlantis, and there maybe was this thing with a gate in Mexico. And probably, at some point, somebody [tries to] sleep with John to get a look at the tattoos.)

[introductory]

Oh, my.

--So this is gorgeous, and amazing, with plot, actual plot, not just "John and Rodney meet up in an alternate universe and fall in love and WHAT STARGATE?," and I don't care if it'll never get finished because I can see all the possibilities spiralling out from this little snippet.

(I'd run with it, but I only just recently resurrected my year-old AU [which, admittedly, falls under the category of "what Stargate?"], and I don't think anyone could write it as well as you could.)

[siegeofangels]

*whines* I know! It would be awesome! But, yes: plot, actual plot, and I suck at that and would be worried I wasn't doing the idea justice.

I'm so glad you like it, though; thank you. And yes, possibilities, like can't you just SEE them speeding through the French countryside in a tiny car?

[cobweb_diamond]

Hey, I really hope you write more of this. I'm intrigued.

[siegeofangels]

Thank you--it really intrigues me too, but I'm not planning on continuing it.