Category Archives: alternate universe

building bombs DVD commentary

I'm of two minds about DVD commentary: on the one hand, I can talk on and on about myself and my writing; on the other hand, I don't think anyone cares. SO! Here's one of my least popular stories, enhanced with some zombie dialogue, book and film references, and my inane rambling. Enjoy! (Any other stories of mine that you'd like to see mangled, jsut let me know!)

Title: DVD Commentary for Building Bombs (11451 words); Story originally posted here: Atlantis 9 to 5
Author: busaikko with commentary by busaikko
Betas: inkscribe and wingwyrm
Rating: R for violence and adult subject matter
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay… kind of?
Summary: Atlantis 9 to 5 AU: One hot summer during the Cold War, John Sheppard takes a job at Rodney McKay's dad's pharmacy.
Spoilers: Spoilers through all of S4
Warnings: The warning will spoil the ending of the story. If you need warnings, please click on this link. No underaged sex; only one bad thing happens 'on-screen'. And a heck of a lot of good things also happen. Still worried? Leave me a comment, and just download the soundtrack *g*.

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hollows for the unmended

Title: Hollows for the Unmended (1752 words)
Author: busaikko
Artist: danceswithgary (link to art)
Beta: argosy
Summary: Rodney has all the words. John has none. (standalone in the same series as What Comes Around.)
Written for: Artword Challenge 013: Dual (i.e., the story tells part of the story, the art tells the rest.)
A/N: Title taken from the poem She says, follow the graves by Peg Duthie. chesneycat and E. shared invaluable personal experiences with aphasia, for which I am grateful.

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tales from the front 1

Title: one of the Tales from the Front
Author: busaikko
Series: SGA AU War Stories. Comment-fic, in which pancakes are made.


"And the car, it went bang, and Daddy said a bad word." Sean blinked up at John, his eyes wide with self-righteousness.

"He said fuck," Max reported with a worldly shrug. She was setting the table with careless enthusiasm, the plates spinning into place just barely. "Don't burn the pancakes."

"I've never burned a pancake in my life," John said, flipping them with well-practiced ease. He wasn't so much lying as he was indulging in a little historical revision. When he was learning how to be left-handed, there might have been a few pancakes cooked well-done. He squinted at Max, wondering how much she remembered and how much was bluff.

"What?" Sean demanded, pulling on John's shirt for attention. John nudged him away from the stove automatically. Max waved to get Sean's attention.

"Dad's bragging about how good he cooks again," Max explained. She lured Sean away from John with the promise that she'd let him pour the juice himself. John signed her a quick thank you, tossed a dishtowel on the back of his chair (just in case gravity got the juice), and added the pancakes to the perfect golden-brown stacks already steaming on the platter. Max whisked the platter off to the table and mopped up a small puddle of juice in a quick efficient swipe with her free hand.

Part of John practically teared up at his little girl being so adult and responsible and thoughtful.

The rest of him wondered if she was planning on hitting him up for money, or a ride, or a new cell phone.

John yelled breakfast out the kitchen window before dropping into his own seat. Sean was tearing his pancakes into bite-sized pieces and dipping them in the syrup. "Fork, buddy," John said, just as Rodney banged into the kitchen, sweaty and grease-stained.

"Oh my God, you're letting him eat with his fingers again?" Rodney said. He wiped his filthy hands on the towel, flipped three pancakes onto his plate, and winked at Sean. "You know your dad's anal about manners," he told Sean, leaning in as if the conversation was a secret.

Sean asked what anal was. Max shoved half a pancake in her mouth and launched into a graphic explanation. Sean laughed with his mouth full, and Max said he was disgusting.

"I am," Sean shouted. "And you love me." (John couldn't remember who started this family tradition; he hoped that scientific studies never proved that it was psychologically warping to think that one's appalling habits were lovable.) Sean threw himself sideways and gave Max a syrup-sticky hug. She returned it, but mostly just so that she could hold him down to deliver a slobbery wet kiss to his forehead.

"When you told me you wanted kids," Rodney said loudly, through a pancake, "I had no idea it was solely for the purpose of perpetuating your juvenile sense of humour." He jabbed his unused fork in John's direction. "Devious, devious planning. Oh. And my car is dead, by the way."

"I doubt it." John gave Rodney a superior smile. "You're just crap at engines. Oh — and your MP3 player's in jail for two days — " (he pointed up at the dented cardboard box on top of the china cabinet ) — "because of swearing in front of the kids."

"I hate you," Rodney said matter-of-factly. "I just keep you around because you make the best pancakes ever. And because the kids find you amusing, or at least a really bad role model. You're driving both of them to their soccer games, since my car is dead."

"I'll fix it. You drive them."

"Deal," Rodney said, quickly. John wondered how badly he'd messed the car up. He'd probably been whacking random things with a wrench, again. The squabble on the other side of the table was turning rough. Rodney shook his head at Max and caught Sean's eye. "Your dad's got to work on the car. He says he needs your help."

Sean jumped up and down, arms up, as if he'd won the lottery. Too much TV, John thought, plus too much sugar, plus being five years old.

"Max and I will tidy up," Rodney continued. Max rolled her eyes but didn't complain. John would have to warn Rodney; she was definitely gearing up to something. "But first you both need to brush your teeth and get dressed. Go on. Shoo." Rodney flapped his hands, and they took off running.

"You're sexy when you're bossy," John said, getting up to clear the table and then remembering that he didn't need to. "Too bad you hate me, or I'd grope you."

Rodney recklessly stacked plates in a pile and carried them over to the sink. "Grope me now quick, before they come back. Or better yet — " he grabbed a handful of John's shirt and tugged him over — "I could grope you." His free hand slid up John's leg to his ass.

John ducked his head to kiss Rodney, who was syrup-and-buttery sweet. "You are such a —" he said, his voice weighed down by the sweetness, and he kissed Rodney again when he couldn't find the right word.

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," Rodney said, smug. John shrugged, neither confirming nor denying, and tried to give Rodney everything he couldn't say with his mouth and his hands — quickly, before the children caught them. He didn't think he succeeded — he never could — but he thought he did well enough.

He thought he was pretty damn happy and pretty damn lucky, and he made some pretty damn good pancakes, besides.

war stories

Title: War Stories (8,400 words or so)
Author: busaikko
Rating: NC17 (McKay/Sheppard)
Summary: AU: Rodney's in the Canadian Air Force. He likes cats. John's an aerospace engineer. He wants kids. There is no Atlantis, but there is sushi, Captain Underpants, the end of the world, and the flagrant misuse of alien technology. (A prequel/sequel to this fic)
Spoilers: Spoilers for SG1 Ark of Truth (kind of…)
Warning: kidfic. And the ups and downs of fifty-some odd (very odd) years with John Sheppard.
A/N: No, I do not know where squid is sold in Co. Springs. Oh! If you have a Canadian ISP, do check out Jetstream because it is love and inspiration….

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how to win a war

Title: How to Win a War (2710)
Author: busaikko
Rating: PG, for language
Summary: SG1 AU where Rodney's Air Force, John's an engineer, and Jack O'Neill's got an unpleasant job to do.
Warning: kidfic. Extreme ignorance about SG1 plotlines (if it's wrong–hey! AU!). Mentions Charlie (O'Neill's son, who killed himself accidentally as a child), so if that gets to you, don't read, ne.

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building bombs

Title: Building Bombs (11451 words)
Author: busaikko
Betas: inkscribe and wingwyrm ♥ you so much!
Rating: R for violence and adult subject matter
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay… kind of?
Summary: Atlantis 9 to 5 AU: One hot summer during the Cold War, John Sheppard takes a job at Rodney McKay's dad's pharmacy.
Spoilers: Spoilers through all of S4
Warnings: The warning will spoil the ending of the story. If you need warnings, please click on this link. No underaged sex; only one bad thing happens 'on-screen'. And a heck of a lot of good things also happen. Still worried? Leave me a comment, and just download the soundtrack *g*.

Audio-fic and audiobook: You can download busaikko reading this story here, in mp3 and m4b! Enjoy!

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Jerusalem

Jerusalem, by busaikko
Written for Snupin Santa 2007 for severity_softly's second prompt, "Post-War AU where Remus wants to have a child; Severus has reservations." Despite there being seven (seven!) uses of the word 'sex' in the prompt, um. There is no porn. Apologies!
Warning: MPreg — no, wait, come back!; an extremely. . . impressionistic use of DH (I really couldn't bear to read it again) which makes it AU to the point of crack, though the story itself is not crack. Tonks and Teddy both made themselves integral to the plot (refer to 'crack', above), again, apologies.
Betas: Angel 1, who made Remus real; Angel 2, who cheerfully pointed out all the rotten bits; and Angel 3, who wielded canon and grammar like lethal weapons. The good is good because of them; the bad is mine alone.
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