Happy SGA Day!

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rain_dances did Top 5 SGA Fics That Make Her Ridiculously Happy, and I thought I'd do the same sort of thing. I decided to not use any of the ones she did, and that instead of ones that just make me happy, I'd do the ones I really love. Her list is good though. You should check it out.

5 SGA Fics I Love.

Note: This isn't a top five. I don't think I could pick a top five. There are so many good SGA fics out there.

1. The Best Things In Life Are Free by smittywing - It's a McKay/Sheppard high school AU, based off the movie Can't Buy Me Love. Rodney pays John Sheppard $1000 to try and make him cool. It is so good. Just talking about it makes my heart feel all warm and squishy. The characters all feel like real teenagers in a real high school, but they're still very much them. No matter what happens in the damn show, Will Sheppard will always be John's dad in my head.

Whatever he was going to say next was lost in the loud, precise knock on the door, and thirty seconds later, the Colonel was gone to John-didn't-even-know-where. The house was quiet in his wake and John crossed to the front hall table and slid open the drawer. Two sets of keys sat inside, one to the 1973 Chevy Nova that had been in the family since his dad was a major and his mom was alive. The other set of keys belonged to Will Sheppard's 1983 DeLorean. PRV V-6 engine with a five-speed manual transmission, capable of 170 horsepower before emissions regulations knocked it down to 130, and the literature promised that it could go from 0-60 in eight-point-eight seconds.

John had wet dreams about that car.

He reached into the drawer and touched the keys reverently. It was one party. What could happen?

There's a DeLorean, people. What more could you want?

2. McKay's Symphony of Two In Ten by medie - If someone told me I was only allowed to read one fic for all of eternity, it would probably be this one. I can't even explain why I love it so much, but I do. It's like being hit by a semi-truck of emotion, and it's fabulous.

This is the night that he and every musician dreams of, the night where the music transcends the environment and a wooden stage transforms to take on a magical air. The lights, hot and merciless, become the comforting warmth of the sun, the hard seat beneath him transforms into a sun-heated rock, and he's not in a crowded concert hall but in Stanley Park with music all around him, people at his feet. It's a wave that lifts and buoys him up to ride the currents of the song and he scarcely hears the approving roar of the crowd when he hits that note. He just looks for John's grin.

3. freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose by synecdochic - I never said some of these wouldn't be obvious. You know that semi-truck of emotion? Times that by twelve and you've got this. This is hard and real and it hurts in the best ways.

In his first semester at the university, Rodney makes friends with the department secretary (because he knows where all the power truly lies), the research librarian (who is the one to really control which journals the university maintains a subscription service to), and the guy from the financial aid office (who holds a black belt and teaches the university's karate classes, and who says that the hour he spends sparring with Rodney every Thursday afternoon is the best workout he's had in years). He makes enemies with the janitorial staff who cleans his office (who refuse to step foot in his office after the Incident with the cabinet alarm), the mouth-breathing moron who teaches Solid State (who refuses to believe Rodney's theory of cohesive energy, despite the fact that Rodney is right and he is wrong, wrong, wrong) and one hundred and fifteen undergraduates (who believe they deserve to pass Rodney's class without doing any work, a belief of which Rodney is more than happy to disabuse them.)

4. What Happens in the Clubhouse by skoosiepants - OMG. There aren't words in the english language to describe the ways I love this fic. John, Rodney, Ronon, and an OC get turned into little kids. Hijinks and frivolity ensue.

Then John struggled up into a sitting position, shouting, “What the hell is going on?” and two things happened simultaneously.

One, a nut-brown, entirely-naked-but-for-a-strategically-placed-
flap-of-leather boy dropped down from the rafters to crouch in front of John, a knife clamped between his teeth, dreadlocks spilling down half his back. And two.

Two, John realized his own voice was about two octaves too high.

5. Bottom of the Ninth by trinityofone - Baseball AU. I believe I might have mentioned my love of baseball once or twice. This combines two of my favorite things, so I was bound to love it. It has wonderful nods to canon in it and just brings me so much joy that I had to share it with you.

From the on-deck circle he could just see the press box. Only in shadow, but there: the intent, hunched form. John could hear his voice in his head: the words that were going out to listeners for miles and miles around. Witty and sure. John wanted to feel those clever blue eyes on him and pretend they were signaling support, that someone was rooting for him. Over a couple of post-game beers, McKay had once told him, "You know, I really shouldn't be friends with you. It goes against my highly developed journalistic integrity, to always want the Lanteans to win."

There you go. What SGA fic do you guys love?

PS: It's FNL day, too! WOO!