Announcement and GIP

aotearoagal has perfect timing. ::points to shiny new icon:: By which I mean, pt. 2 Mutability was sent off to my beta's not an hour ago. I actually finished it, like, six and a half hours ago, but there was the thing with me waiting until I could get it in a nice word doc and send it and being distracted by lasagna and wine and bad techno, all of which can be found at fashes place. Well, the bad techno is not her fault -- that is the fault of the bad radio DJ.

I have passed the easily amused level of tired to the level in which I keep staring at the word Vancouver and thinking that I misspelled it, and it ought to have an 'h' in it somewhere.

Oh my God, it is 4:44, why am I awake?

Fic Recs!

Wheeeeee, goodfic! Two shorts and one long(ish). All are PG. REEEEAD THEEEEEEM.

SGA:

French Fries by iibnf
John/Rodney preslash -- Zelenka contemplates John and Rodney in the cafeteria. All the cute, without the fluff.

Of course, everyone knew that Rodney wouldn't actually hurt anyone, it was all words and noise and outraged protest and "you'll regret that if I get hypoglycaemia and my giant brain shuts down during an emergency and we all die!"

Different Kinds Of Magic by anthropomorfic
John gen -- I don't want to spoil any of this one with a quote. Basically wizarding gene = ATA gene and, really, just read it. It's really cool (and also hilarious). I want an entire series of fic in this universe, it is that cool.

dS:

Gun, with Occasional Kangaroo: A Love Story by runpunkrun
Fraser/Kowalski -- This is my new favorite dS fic of all time. From a writing standpoint, the author does amazing things with point of view to create a relationship fic that still comes across very much as an ensemble. It's like watching an episode of the show, only from the point of view of the characters. And, well, READ IT. SERIOUSLY.

Ray wanted to kiss him. He would have if Welsh hadn't walked in.

The scene: A detective and his liaison stand toe to toe by the urinals and look deep into each other's eyes.

It was the kind of thing Welsh didn't like to see in the men's room. To their credit, they sprang apart as soon as they spotted him. Or, Ray sprang. Fraser just went straight up, drawing on an unknown reserve of attention and gaining several inches of height. It was possible he was secretly seven feet tall.

"Sir!" said Fraser.

"This is not the place for a staring contest," Welsh said.

"Of course not!" Fraser replied, somehow getting even taller.