Stargate Atlantis: Mission Wilted Fern by Ryann Blackwood

Mission Wilted Fern (Lorne/Parrish | PG13 | 3,989 words): Parrish's life is too stressful, so Lorne helps. So cute! I can't help but smile when I read it.

David stood silent and then groaned, sitting heavily on the bed. He gripped his hair, pulling at the ends. "My life is a mess."

"Your room is a mess," Evan said. "Your life seems fine."

"You don't understand. I think I'm having a breakdown or something. Everything sucks. Nothing feels right. I keep making mistakes at work because I can't sleep. I've started having anxiety again, so Dr. Heightmeyer put me on meds, which means I haven't…wanted sex a lot. Then, McKay broke up with Katie, so she's needy and I'm trying to spend time with her. McKay is…" David's face hardened. "I hate that man. There. I said it. I. Hate. Him. He refuses to approve any of my research and keeps putting me on these stupid third grade science projects. He's rude, he has absolutely no respect for botany, he…"

Lorne sat down next to him, carefully moving things out of the way. "McKay's a jerk, but that's nothing new."

"It's everything at once."

Evan finger-combed David's hair. "So, I'll fix it."

"Yeah, that'll work."

"No, I mean it. I'll fix it. We just need to get rid of some of the stress, get you off that medicine, and then we can have sex."

David laughed. "Ever the optimist."

Stargate Atlantis: On Holiday by Rose Wilde-Irish

On Holiday (McKay/Zelenka | NC17 | 10,787 words): Rodney and Radek attend a conference in Las Vegas on vacation and run into Ba'al. Aww, they're so awkward around each other and yet so cute. And I like the cameo by SG-1.

Excerpt:
"C'mon," he said. "You're not going to win." Radek ignored him, hitting the button, waiting, and hitting the button again. There was a strange hypnotic rhythm to it, and Rodney found himself captivated, watching the flow of Radek's hands, the graceful movement of his fingers. It seemed more acceptable, less taboo to do so here than in the labs of Atlantis. Rodney breathed in, feeling constricted in the little casino, surrounded by smoke and the din of the machines as they ran, Radek's movements never slowing.

When the machine lit up and started blaring, Rodney started, gaping at the display. He glanced down at the payouts, grinning widely. "You just won $800!"

Radek was frowning at the payout. "No, I just lost the Jag." He pointed, to where he was one tick off from the winning payout for the car.

Rodney shook his head. "Is the glass perpetually half-empty in your world? We're on vacation, and for a nominal investment, you just won $800. Why not take your winnings and enjoy? We're even in a state where all kinds of enjoyment is legal." Rodney ignored the heaviness in his stomach at the thought of Radek ditching him to go off to partake of such enjoyment, or worse yet, asking him to come along.

Radek merely rolled his eyes.