Valentine's FIC: "Let's Get Astrophysical" McKay/Ronaldo

Title: Let's Get Astrophysical
Author: Lobelia; lobelia321
Category: Cross-over crack bonanza. AU.
Fandoms: SGA; football/soccer; Lotrps; 007; HP.
Pairing: Rodnaldo.
Rating: R.
Spoilers: None.
Characters: Dr Rodney McKay (Stargate Atlantis fictional person fandom); Mr Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro (football real person fandom); Mr Viggo Mortensen (Lord of the Rings real person fandom); Miss Moneypenny (Ian Fleming's James Bond + the 007 movies fictional person fandoms); Dr Radek Zelenka (Stargate Atlantis fictional person fandom); Eldon (Stargate Atlantis fictional person fandom); Colin Creevey (Harry Potter fictional person fandom).
Who are these people? See icon for the heroes. :-)
Inspiration: Said icon says it all.
Length: 4,387 words.
Style: 3rd person fixed-character focalisation.
Thanks to: junalele, for persistent badgering since July 2006. :-) And many thanks to sheldrake for a lovely beta.
I offer this up to you all on the occasion of Valentine's Day 2008. *spreads the lurv*

( The phone rang. Dr Rodney McKay snatched up the receiver. 'Yes, yes?' he snapped into its grey bakelite mouth. )

ficrec wraith/rodney

For all you wraithlovers: Here's a delicious fic that you've no doubt all read by now but if not:

americanleaguer's Post traumatic stress syncrome without the 'post'.

It is (wait for it): Rodney McKay/wraith Todd.

Lovely prose, fantastic getting-into-the-wraith's head passages, slow and delightful build-up from revulsion to well, yes, great Rodney voice, great wraith. Highly enjoyable.

desert island philosophy

I just listened to Oleg Gordievsky on Desert Island Discs. I was very moved. Tears came down my cheek. This shows I'm off the pillules. I didn't weep for six months and now I'm back to what I was: tears at the drop of a media item.

The thing about the Russian (warning: national stereotyping to follow) is that they are capable of sinking to the utter depths (football stadium business men, KGB bastards, evil imperial running dogs, squalor, ideology) and then turn around and have profound philosophical thoughts about all of it (Tarkovsky, Pelenin, Tolstoy, the Russian soul extending to the ends of the horizon and beyond, firefighters sacrificing themselves at Tchernobyl and diving into the nuclear waters without hesitation, Stalingrad, saving Europe from the Nazis, Malevich). Abjection is close to salvation because the Russians are so human. They seem to understand about humanity.

Gordievsky whom I'd not heard of before this morning but who was a Russian KGB double agent, working also as a spy for the British during the Cold War, chose as his favourite disc to take to the desert island with him, the 'Erbarme dich' aria from Bach's Matthew Passion. 'Erbarme dich', he explained, means 'have pity'; he wasn't seeking forgiveness (from his estranged wife and children who won't talk to him after they found out about his double life) but he was seeking pity. Being German, I think 'erbarme dich' is even more accurately translated as 'have mercy' but 'have pity' is also moving. It strikes some deep chord. Mercy and pity are sentiments that arise from the recognition of a shared humanity. We're all pathetic. We're all fallible. Mercy recognises this and says, 'okay, I can't forgive you because you made me suffer, but I can acknowledge that we're both human before God.'

Gads. Listen to a Russian on Desert Island Discs and find yourself thinking about God before breakfast.

How apt to have an icon of an angel painted by that great Russian painter, Andrei Rublev (who then inspired that great Russian filmmaker Andrei Tarkovsky to make his great unbelievable film of the same name).