*grins* Hee, I'm glad you liked the concept! I might end up writing some of it in the new year (I have another huge AU in which Rodney totally runs a gay science bookstore to finish first), so you never know. And Rodney/Wilson is totally the backstory of pretty much of every SGA fic I write, becuase it makes so much sense to me anyway:
"It was the summer before Wilson's second year of med school and McKay was just finishing up his first doctorate. It was something between stress relief and genuine like. They had fights about the validity of their respective disciplines, and sleepy sex in the morning. They went to lectures and gave as good as they got when House made fun of them. And they both fell a little in love with each other, but never admitted it. The night before McKay was to leave for Northwestern (to start his PhD in mechanical engineering), Wilson showed up at his doorstep with a bottle of Scotch. They drank nearly the whole thing and fucked three times.
Wilson was hungover for two days afterwards, partly because House kept bringing him Chinese food and hair of dog. He and McKay kept in sprodaic touch via postcard, and he's pleasantly surprised when one comes that says: "In-country for the first time in a year. Coming to Princeton. I promise I won't blow up the hospital."
*G* Sorry to babble at you, but I think I'm still high from the Tao of McKay.
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Date: 2006-12-15 01:41 am (UTC)"It was the summer before Wilson's second year of med school and McKay was just finishing up his first doctorate. It was something between stress relief and genuine like. They had fights about the validity of their respective disciplines, and sleepy sex in the morning. They went to lectures and gave as good as they got when House made fun of them. And they both fell a little in love with each other, but never admitted it. The night before McKay was to leave for Northwestern (to start his PhD in mechanical engineering), Wilson showed up at his doorstep with a bottle of Scotch. They drank nearly the whole thing and fucked three times.
Wilson was hungover for two days afterwards, partly because House kept bringing him Chinese food and hair of dog. He and McKay kept in sprodaic touch via postcard, and he's pleasantly surprised when one comes that says: "In-country for the first time in a year. Coming to Princeton. I promise I won't blow up the hospital."
*G* Sorry to babble at you, but I think I'm still high from the Tao of McKay.