Comfort Food, Amnesty fic by permetaform

[permetaform]

Title: Comfort Food
Author: permetaform
Spoilers: general spoilers for past Siege I

McKay found the colonel in the SGC cafeteria, post-debriefing, dispiritedly picking at his french fries. He sat down, stole one, and grimaced.

It was almost-but-not-quite-entirely-unlike the tubers that grew on MX4-2X5.

John pushed the plate away, "Don't bother with the chicken."

"It's not like it's going to kill you, Sheppard." Rodney reached over, but paused. "Wait, it doesn't have--"

"No citrus that I could tell."

Rodney bit into a leg. It looked close enough to the giant amphibians from M25-67J that the chicken almost tasted like, but it was stringier and harder to chew. And less sweet.

Even the hair was droopy.

"Oh for the love of--stop moping! We'll be back in a week!"

Sheppard just raised an eyebrow and pretended not to stew over his coffee.

Comments

[etben.livejournal.com]

yays! I love them being homesick for Atlantis, because that becomes where they belong and where they're happiest. The food is such a nice illustration of that, too--I think I read somewhere in a fic, Rodney saying that they had to come up with a whole new way of talking about food, with -ish and -like and whatnot, to describe Pegasus--for them to turn that around and use it against Earth is very cute. well done!

[permetaform]

=D thank you!! I'm so glad you liked it, and yeah I was referring to a fanon trope 'cause they're really making Pegasus more their home than not. ::wrygrin:: I think they'd always hanker for coffee and chocolate, but who wouldn't?