The wonderful fawkesielady_ed posted some amusing Atlantis-O-Centric Christmas Carol re-writes to her journal at http://fawkesielady-ed.livejournal.com/20591.html, and asked for us to live up to her example in comments to her post.

Being a Compulsive Rhymer myself, I could not, of course, resist coming up with one and posting it in a comment on her journal page.

I repost my Atlantis version of "Jingle Bells" (Team-Centric, w/Sheppard POV) here for your enjoyment:

Hi All,

I just discovered grey853's lovely McDex calendar for March 2007, and that reminded me I had done another McDex manip, but never posted it. Ah, the evil interference of real life! Correcting this now.

The base picture for this manip is a screencap from 0215 The Tower. Not my favorite ep, but there was good McDex photomanip material in it. In the picture, The Team, sans Shep, is having a simple meal with the friendly villagers. The austerity of the villagers and their willingness to share what little they have with Ronon, Rodney and Teyla is set in sharp contrast to the Royals who are wining and dining Shep with gratuitous excess.

Taken out of context, though, for me this manip represents Ronon and Rodney in a primitive tavern-type establishment somewhere, having dinner. Out of frame to the left, some rough and dangerous locals have keyed into Rodney's non-warriorness, and one has said something rude or threatening to him, resulting in the tenseness/nervousness of his body and slightly downcast eyes and downturned mouth. Ronon, in response, has stopped mid-chew to fix the offending local with a natter-of-fact "you want a piece of him, you go through me first" glare-of-death.

Yep, I do so love ProtectiveofRodney!Ronon. Ah, the Plot Bunnies twitter happily!

Ronon's body is very relaxed, and he's clearly been comfortable with Rodney being in his close personal space at the table. Rodney, for his part, is close to Ronon, not just for protection in the rough tavern, but also due to his affection for, and comfort level with, the Big Guy.

Well, that's how I see it. Feel free, of course, to draw your own conclusions and backstory for the manip as desired.

Oh, and on a strictly RM/DH note, another reason I like this pic is that it is a great one for Eyelash!Porn.

Without further ado, here it is . . .

Manip in my LJ Gallery at:
A Certain Closeness
(Image is 1024x653 pixels, 646KB)

Hope you enjoy it! Feel free to grab, please credit if used. Best, chev

Best, chev

Hi All,

Here is a little present for McDex devotees. It's a McDex eyef*ck maniped from a screen cap from 0316 The Game. You can see what it looks like by looking at my icon for this post. Although it is from the 2nd half of S3, it's just two guys standing together, so it won't give anything away if you are avoiding spoilers.

While I have done many photo modifications before (contrast/hue/sat/whatever adjustments and creative cropping), this is my first ever actual manipulation (where I actually cut out and moved objects around in the picture, modified the background, etc.). I'd be interested in any concrit from more knowledgeable manipers out there as appropriate.

This manip was done using Photoshop Elements 5.0 (one of my whoo hoo Christmas presents!). I've used Photoshop Elements 2.0 before and liked it a lot, but 5.0 blows that away - it's incredible, and extremely reasonably priced at US$99.99.

I chose this particular cap to manipulate because I really like the way Ronon is looking at Rodney - he's hunched down so as to have his own eyes on a level with Rodney's, to look at him more directly, eliminating their usual +/- 5-1/2" of height difference for this moment of connection. This pic will hopefully inspire me to finally finish Part 3/3 of Cave Man and move the Long Dark Road AU on to my patient beta reader who agreed to beta back sometime in November of 2006 (hi an_kayoh! [GRIN])!

Also, this is my first time posting an actual image to LJ, other than 100x100 userpics, so if it doesn't show up, or looks crazy, please let me know (and also let me know how to fix it!).

Hope you enjoy it! Feel free to grab, please credit if used. Best, chev

Manip in my LJ Gallery at:
Ronon 'n Rodney - A Moment of Connection
(Image is 1037x720 pixels, 460KB)

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"There's not a lot of subtext with you." -- Katie Brown to Rodney McKay, SGA "Sunday"

I agree with Katie's assessment, for the same reasons as stated so eloquently by others in response to Night Spring's Poll.

Rodney wears his heart on his sleeve, or rather on his face and in his body language. You know exactly what he's feeling by looking at him (Yea! for The Hew!). Night Spring has some very compelling picspam for this in her poll noted above. Rodney is very complex, very emotional, but it's all out in plain view, even when, or perhaps especially when, he's trying to hide it. He's even acknowledged this himself, on more than one occasion.

I saw a fair bit of negative fannish reaction, prior to the airing of Sunday, to the idea that Rodney would be seeing Katie again - she was far too plain, too mousey, no short/blond hair, etc. She couldn't possibly be of interest to him, or be able to play in the same sandbox as him. Quite frankly, I was worried about it myself, though I try not to prejudge. After watching the ep, I think Katie is more than able to deal with Rodney, in her own way.

In a number of ways, Katie is very similar to Rodney. She's a geek (albeit regarding plants) - she wasn't about to leave the Baby Ferns for anything, including Rodney. You can see what she's feeling in her face and body. She has her own Death Glare, which she laid on Rodney for disparaging the Baby Ferns (you saw how quickly he hopped to smooth that over). She says what she thinks - who else do we know would tell Rodney to his face that he doesn't have a lot of subtext. Maybe Elizabeth might ("I know Rodney McKay and sometimes I have to protect him from himself" in Trinity, and her Ascension Counseling in Tao).

Katie knew how to play Rodney on the ferns - pointing out the scientific value of them (medical cure). Katie understood what had happened regarding the "marriage proposal" and she was cool with it, quickly letting Rodney know that she understood and was okay. She understood why he avoided her after the Cadman thing. She appreciated it when he spent time with her, and flat out told him so. She told him she liked him. When he questioned why that would be so, because most people don't like him, she states that they simply don't know him as well as she does! When he said he was sorry he hadn't spent more time with her, she very un-mousily told him, "I know you are" - PWOAR KATIE!! If it weren't for that goshdern exploding tumor, those two would've been kissin' in the ferns seconds later!

Because Rodney is so open and readable, he's more likely to get hurt. Since he isn't good at hiding or bluffing (like, say, John), his defense is to piss everyone off so much that they aren't likely to be around when he messes up. Rodney is threatened by people getting close, because he knows he doesn't hide anything well. Some of Rodney's other "friends" would have ripped him mercilessly over things like the "marriage proposal" screw-up. Katie recognized that he was speaking from his heart and that it was something precious to be protected and cherished, not joked about. She made a point of trying to make him comfortable again.

I think Rodney can be comfortable with Katie in a way he isn't with other people because he's experienced her honesty, her frankness, her tolerance and compassion. He's been laid out in front of her by Cadman, and he's also laid himself out with things like the "marriage proposal," and yet Katie has treated him with care instead of slaying him. He's not afraid of her. But better yet, she's not afraid of him, and he appreciates that, too.

I'm a big time slasher with SGA, especially involving Rodney. I love McShep, McDex, McZel, heck, I even go for McMiller (Lieutenant Miller of Seige I, not Jeannie's Hubby)! I also love McKeyla, because it's just so *right*, and even a bit of McWeir. But suddenly, after Sunday, I find myself interested in *GASP* generic non-team-centric het! I wanna see Rodney and Katie getting all geek cuddly and snuggly and then making out like bunnies in the ferns (once they've moved from Baby to Toddler stage, of course)!

I think Katie Brown could be a useful additional avenue to explore Rodney's emotions and subtext, or lack thereof, in the show, because TPTB can do things with her that they won't be willing to do with Rodney's male friends (though the Ronon/Rodney hurt/comfort in Carson's room in Sunday was pretty good).

Rodney and Katie - I was almost ded from the cute!

Okay, going back for a McShep fix now . . .

Best, chev

Title: Cave Man (2/3) - On the Way to the Cave
Author: chevron
Pairing: McShep, with a hint of implied Zelenka/Lorne
Rating: PG-13 for this part, NC-17 overall
Warnings: General Silliness, PWP, m/m, slash
Length: 2113 words
Spoilers: Through "Sateda"
Disclaimer: SGA doesn't belong to me, oh well. Done for fun and in support of fannish interest in the show, not for profit. Portions rated above PG-13 are intended for readers of minimum 18 years of age, or whatever the legal age of majority is for where they live, if greater than 18 years of age.  I accept no responsibility for underage readers obtaining access.
Credits: Many thanks to curledfries for SuperBeta services, thereby helping me "lose" my "loose"s!
A/N: A Tag for "Sateda," and a shameless PWP. This part is the transition from the Mess Hall scene (Part 1) to the Hot Wild Sex scene (Part 3, pending), as well as a little morning after tag written strictly to make you laugh. I hope it succeeds. Enjoy!
Summary: Stoic Looming Warriors and Sputtering Confused Scientists - Ronon has a little issue to discuss with Rodney after the team returns from Sateda . . .

Part 1 can be found Here

Cave Man (2/3) - On the Way to the Cave

Ronon Dex and Rodney McKay walked side by side down the Atlantis corridors leading from the mess hall to the Ronon's assigned living quarters. A casual glance from a passerby would perceive a moment of camaraderie between team mates, the big Satedan's right arm slung across the smaller scientist's shoulders. But if one looked longer than a split second, it was noticeable that something was different this time.

It was something about the nervous snorts that McKay made as Dex's hand moved and his fingers trailed lightly under the collar of the his shirt, brushing the nape of his neck.

That, and when the same hand stroked down the center of McKay's back and curved around his ass, making the scientist skip forward slightly as if he'd been goosed. Which, of course, he had been.

"Ronon," McKay warned softly.

"What?" Ronon replied, fully aware of McKay's meaning, but not caring in the slightest.

"I think we should wait until we're somewhere a little more private - someone could see."

"So what?"

"I take it there's no Satedan word for 'discretion'?"

"Probably is. Don't know it."

"Why am I not surprised?"

Ronon continued his stroking, moving up McKay's back this time, and his fingertips chanced to brush against the edge of the laptop clutched under McKay's right arm.

"What'd you bring that for?" Ronon rumbled, almost petulantly - as if Ronon could actually do petulant.

"I couldn't leave it in the mess hall - there's all sorts of sensitive . . ."

"Lose it."

What?"

"Your lab's up ahead. Put it there. Unless you want 'sensitive' right here in the corridor."

"Now just wait a minute -"

Ronon spun Rodney to the wall, pushing him back against it and pressing a firm kiss to his lips.

Feeling his point had been made, Ronon pulled back. "No computers," he growled. "I'm not sharing your attention. Got it?"

Rodney swallowed tightly. "Yeah. I got it."

He practically ran to his lab. Ronon smirked, loping along behind him.

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Inside his lab, McKay took a moment to plug in his laptop so it would charge while he was . . . uh . . . so it would charge. Of course, he couldn't resist popping it open so he could set that one program running as well - might as well have the machine being productive while he was, ahem, otherwise engaged.

"McKay!" Ronon rumbled from the door. "Where the hell are you?"

"Be right there," McKay returned, fingers flying as he input the necessary parameters.

Ronon was suddenly beside him, pulling him away, even as he typed. He heard his stool go over as he stumbled sideways, hands flailing, sending papers fluttering to the floor in disarrary, his coffee mug overturned.

The next thing he knew, he was in front of Ronon's quarters door, with Ronon's mouth fastened to his neck, and Ronon's hands groping his body.

Ronon rubbed his face against McKay's temple. "My cave, Rodney," he rumbled softly into the other man's ear. "Last chance to say, 'no'. We go in here, you're mine."

A thrill of shivery fear went through McKay at the words, even though he was reasonably certain Ronon would never deliberately hurt him. As much as he normally valued personal safety above all things, the opportunity to give in to the relentless power that was Ronon Dex was something he really didn't want to miss. Ronon had called him 'Rodney.'

"All yours, Ronon," he breathed. "Show me your cave."

Ronon straightened a moment, looking deep into McKay's bright blue eyes, wanting to be certain the other man's response was genuine. McKay met his gaze, chin lifted, his own confidence and power a matching display. Ronon's face broke into a huge, approving grin. He curled the fingers of his right hand into the front of the scientist's jacket and shirt and reached for his quarter's door control with his left.

They didn't break eye contact even as Ronon dragged Rodney into the cave.

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Radek Zelenka ambled into one of the labs he shared with Rodney McKay. He was humming softly to himself, pleasantly warm from the company of one Evan Lorne, Major, USMC, over breakfast.

His eyes glanced around the room, automatically checking to see if his friend and fellow scientist were present. Neither he nor McKay kept a particularly regular schedule, and he was just as likely as not to find McKay here at this hour. Glancing at the other man's desk, Zelenka froze. Mustering his will, he reached to tap his comm.

"Major Lorne, can you please return to the lab?"

"Everything okay, Doc?"

"I am not certain. I think I need your professional opinion on this matter."

"Be right there."

Lorne stepped up to Zelenka's side, looking to see the same thing he did.

"So, what's up?" Lorne asked.

Zelenka gestured wildly at McKay's desk. "This . . . this is up - or rather down."

"McKay's desk?"

"Yes."

"Looks like he left in a hurry. You know how he can be."

"No. No, Evan. The stool, yes. But these," Zelenka bent to scoop up the scattered papers. "these are Rodney's notes on the ZPM function. For him to leave these like this - you don't know him like I do - it would be as a mother tossing her infant into the busy street.  And the coffee . . . "

"Yeah, you're right. He is pretty particular about his coffee. Maybe someone spilled it, and he killed them, knocking over the papers in the process, then he went to hide the body."

"Evan!"

"Geeze, Radek, calm down, will you? Look, why don't you just call him on the radio and let him tell you himself that he's okay, then you can relax and do your work and I can get to my meeting with the new grunts from Earth, okay?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Zelenka settled his shoulders and composed himself, then tapped his comm. "Zelenka to McKay."

There was no response. Zelenka looked at Lorne with an 'I told you so' expression. Lorne frowned and did the 'keep going,' motion with his right hand.

"Zelenka to McKay, respond please. Rodney? Please respond." Zelenka rubbed his hand across his face, unsettling his glasses, trying to control the worry uncoiling in the pit of his stomach. "Rodney, answer the damn comm, please!"

Nothing.

Zelenka's eyes met Lorne's again, deeply troubled now. "There, you see? Something definitely is wrong."

Lorne decided to have a go, because he wouldn't hear the end of it if he didn't. "Dr. McKay, this is Major Lorne, please respond with your location."

Where there was still no response, Lorne frowned slightly. "Control Room, this is Lorne. Do you have a location on Dr. McKay?"

"Negative, Major," the Canadian tech on duty replied. "Did you try his comm?"

"Yes - doesn't seem to be working."

"Is there a problem?"

"No, I don't think so. I'll let you know if that changes."

"Understood. Control out."

"Lorne to Beckett."

"Beckett here."

"Dr. Beckett, this is Major Lorne. I'm trying to track down Dr. McKay. Is he in the infirmary?"

"No, son. Haven't seen him since yesterday. Everything alright?"

"As far as I know, Sir. Thank you. Lorne out."

Lorne didn't bother trying the mess hall, since he and Zelenka had just been there. He did try the rec room, the jumper bay and several of the other labs all with the same result. He had one of his Lieutenants go to McKay's quarters - nothing. While Lorne made his checks, Zelenka busied himself with McKay's laptop.

"Nobody's seen him," Lorne said. "I had Stackhouse check his quarters - he's not there."

"His computer was last accessed at 2:32 this morning. He was starting a process - he would not have left it in this state . . ."

"Okay, okay, Doc. I agree with you, something's going on. I'll call Sheppard."

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"What do you mean you can't find him anywhere?" Sheppard growled. This was supposed to be his day off, and he really hadn't planned on having to play hide and seek with senior staff. "How can anyone lose McKay? You can hear him from anywhere in Atlantis!"

"I realize that, Sir," Lorne replied patiently, "but he's not answering his comm, he's not in his quarters or the labs or any of the other usual places. No one's seen him since yesterday, and his desk's been messed up."

Sheppard frowned. "You think somebody had a go at him?"

"Hard to say, Sir. Zelenka insists the condition of his desk and computer means he didn't leave his lab willingly."

Sheppard's frown deepened. "Blood? Scuff marks?"

"None that I saw, Sir."

"All right. Call out the troops. Let's find our chief scientist. And if he's okay when we find him, we're gonna beat the crap out of him."

"Sir?"

"Just kidding, Major. I am the only one who gets to beat the crap out of him - RHIP - remember that."

"Understood, sir."

"I'm gonna call Ronon in on this as well, he has an instinct where McKay's concerned. And Teyla also. I'll call them now."

"Roger that."

*************************

"Ronon?"

Walking out of his bathroom, Ronon picked up his comm off the small table by his bed, placed it in his ear and tapped it. "Sheppard."

"Ronon, McKay's gone missing. We can't contact him by radio, we can't find him anywhere and his lab was messed up. I need you to . . ."

"He's here."

Sheppard paused a moment to let that sink in. "What?"

"He's here. My quarters. I'm lookin' at him." Ronon let his gaze drift up the length of McKay's body, stretched out belly down in his bed, covered only by a thin sheet which left little to the imagination. Ronon heard Sheppard's surprised tone in the earpiece again.

"Your quarters - he's in your quarters? With you?"

"Yes."  Ronon smiled, mostly to himself.

"Why the hell didn't he answer his comm? I've got half the marines out looking for him, and Zelenka's convinced he's been murdered!"

"He's asleep. Comm's off."

"What the hell's he doing sleeping in your quarters?"

"He was tired."

Sheppard processed the utter logic of that for a moment. "Well, wake him up and tell him to turn on his damn comm!"

"He was really tired, Sheppard. Should let him sleep."

Sheppard grew suspicious. "Ronon, what did you do to him? I know he annoys you, but . . ."

"I just helped him relax."

"With a fist to his jaw?"

"Nope."

"Ronon, we need him . . ."

"Yeah, we do," Ronon interrupted gruffly, surprising both Sheppard and himself. "But he's worn out and jumpy all the time. Beckett says there's something about his heart and the pressure in his blood. Says he needs to relax more.  So I'm helping him - like he helped me." Ronon frowned slightly.  He didn't like how many of the humans, even Sheppard himself sometimes, frequently thought of McKay only in terms of what the scientist could do for them, as if he were a machine, not a living, feeling man.

Sheppard was starting to get a clue.

"You and he, uh . . ."

"We were up a while last night."

"Is he, uh, relaxed now?"

Ronon looked down on McKay's peacefully sleeping form. "Yes," he said softly.

Sheppard's brain did the equivalent of what one's stomach does while going over the crest of a steep hill too fast. "Ronon, are you telling me more than I want to know?"

"Tryin' not to, but you keep asking."

"Right. Well, uh, would you please ask Dr. McKay to get in touch with me when he's, hrmm, sufficiently rested?"

"Will do."

"Okay, then."

"Sheppard?"

"Yeah?"

"Not sparring today - I'm kinda tired too."

"I really don't want to know anymore, Ronon! Sheppard out."

Ronon grinned so widely it seemed to curl right up the backs of his ears. He laid his comm aside once again, and eased himself back down onto the bed beside the deeply sleeping form of Rodney McKay. Draping an arm across exposed shoulders, and stretching one of his own long legs across shorter ones beneath the sheet, he curled his head in to the other man's, bringing his lips to rest against McKay's forehead. McKay shifted towards him in his sleep, instinctively seeking the warmth and closeness. Ronon closed his eyes, breathing in the other man's scent, feeling the heat of his body. He let his thoughts drift through the events of the previous night.

TBC

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RHIP: Rank Has Its Privileges

Okay. Although I've been able to successfully reference from community postings back to my LJ, I have not yet been able to achieve an LJ cut. Gonna see if I can make one work here, before inflicting my LJ newbieness on an unsuspecting community. And after tonights SGA ep, I have a severe need to post to McKay_Sheppard. Grrr. Here goes . . .





Ah Ha!   It seems to work if you reload your LJ Journal page . . . hmmmm . . . so . . . off to post to McKay_Sheppard!

AVAST, THERE BE SPOILERS BELOW FER M&MM, YE HAVE BEEN WARNED:


Revised 09/11/06

Hi There!

In the SGA episode, "McKay and Mrs. Miller," we learned a number of things about Rodney, including some things about his name.  We learn that "Rodney" is, in fact, his middle name, and that his first name is "Meredith."

I've always been interested in the meaning of names, and have several books on the subject, so, of course, I had to look up "Meredith" shortly after MnMM ran.  I had previously looked up "Rodney", so I knew what that meant.  Then Ivy (Thanks Ivy!) posted a comment to my original post regarding the origin of the name "McKay"  I was then inspired to do further research and grow this discussion a bit (er, a lot).  Ivy's original comment can be seen as #2 in the comments below this post.

Links to this discussion have been posted to the LJ communities mcdex, mckay_sheppard and wondergeeks, as I think the information herein may be of interest to SGA fic writers of various flavors.  I know I'm going to incorporate it in some of my fic to come.

Name Origins:

Here is what I've found so far for Meredith Rodney McKay:

Meredith (var: Meridith) is a both a boy's and a girl's name, and has several similar meanings:
Celtic:  "sea protector" or "protector of the sea"
Old Welsh:  "a guardian from the sea"
Welsh:  "great lord" or "sea lord"

Rodney is a boy's name meaning:
Teutonic:  "renowned"
Old English:  "famous" or "heroic", also, "land near the water"
Old German:  "famous ruler"
Rodney is derived from a surname which was derived from a place name meaning "Hroda's Island" in Old English.  Hroda is a Germanic name meaning "fame".  This seems to explain what seems to be the two different meanings in English.  The name carries a meaning of "fame" from the old surname "Hroda", but also means "land near water" since the famous person and/or family Hroda lived on/ ruled an island, which is land in (near) water.  

McKay is an Irish and Scottish surname meaning:
Gaelic:  "son of fire"
McKay is an anglicised form of "Mac Aodha" (son of Aodh).  Aodh (pronounced "ay" as in "hay" or "ee" as in "creek") is an Irish Gaelic personal name meaning "fire," which derives from the Old Irish Gaelic name Aed.  Aodh and Aed were the names of  various Celtic gods and goddesses of fire and/or the sun (there was apparently a succession or group of them).

Name Analysis:

So . . . putting this all together with what we know about SGA's chief scientist:

Certainly "Meredith" works well, as Rodney is frequently the protector of Atlantis, a sea city, coming up with schemes to save the city or the team.

"Rodney" works on both levels, in that he is famous for his physics work, at least in SGC circles, since most of what he does is classified, and he is also on an island in the water - Atlantis!

"McKay" works because Rodney certainly has plenty of fire, whether figuring out how to save the city from the latest threat, or bitching and moaning about whatever his current complaint is, or facing down the likes of Kolya (as in The Eye and The Brotherhood).  Ivy suggested the name could also be interpreted not simply as "fire" but as "passion" or "passionate" (see comment below).  I think this very much applies to Rodney as well, because he certainly is passionate about a lot of things.

So, pulling out words from each name origin, we can come up with a synthesis of these meanings to describe MRM:

Meredith Rodney McKay is a:

"firey renowned protector of the sea"
"firey heroic protector of the sea"
"firey renowned guardian from the sea"
"passionate renowned guardian from the sea" (Ivy)

You can make other permutations of the definitions more suited to your thinking of the moment, but you get the idea.

So - How cool is that, huh?  Not bad for a description of the chief scientist of Atlantis.


Did the Writers Have Any Idea?

Now . . . here's my question . . . Did the writers have any idea what they were doing when they named this character?  Somehow, I think "Rodney" and "McKay" just sort of happened.  After all, the character was originally named during SG-1, pre-SGA.  I think they were looking for a name which is viewed in the present day as slightly dorky or geeky when they chose "Rodney."  As to "McKay," I haven't a clue why they chose that, particularly since the character does not exhibit any particularly identifiable Irish or Scottish characteristics.

I think the choice of Meredith was deliberate primarily in the choice of a name usable for both boys and girls, and which is more commonly used for girls.  This was meant to be a point of embarassment for Rodney and a point about which his friends could needle him, thereby giving the writers their usual "Rodney as comic relief" moments.

However, I think it was also used to establish a sort of close personal connection between Rodney and Jeannie.  Jeannie is presumably the only person who knows and uses Rodney's real first name, or so we are given to believe.  The inference from MnMM is that their parents, or at least their father, is dead.  Rodney would no doubt have had to reveal his true first name on security clearance papers, etc., but for all other purposes, and when introducing himself to others, it would always be "Rodney," never "Meredith."  I liked the use of the name as a connecting point between Rodney and Jeannie, and I love the second to last scene when they hug and she tells him she's happy and calls him "Mer."  It was touching beyond belief.  Of course a double dose of Awesome Hewlett Acting and Joel Goldsmith's emotional scoring really brought it out as well.

Were Martin Gero and the writing staff of SGA aware of the "sea protector" meaning of "Meredith" when they chose the name for MnMM?  I'd like to think so.  And if I ever got the chance to ask to ask Mr. G a question, that would be the one (at least until I figure out a better one).

My 2 Cents - It Works for Me!

I happen to think the name "Meredith Rodney McKay is very classy and dignified and very suited to the character, not only for the meaning of the names, but also for the sound of it as it rolls around in your ears while you think about who Rodney is.  I had been curious if we would ever get a cannon reading on Rodney's middle name, and now we have it.  I had read one fic which gave him a middle name of "Philip," (sorry can't remember the title or author), and I remember thinking that was a classy name and that he deserved a classy and dignified name.  I feel he has it with Meredith Rodney McKay.  I think Rodney should hold his head up and be proud of his name.

In Conclusion:

Hope you enjoyed the above analysis.  My internet sources are listed below after the PS for your own review and for checking up on the names of your other favorite characters.  I used multiple sources to increase accuracy.  I also used a few print books (gasp!) on personal name meanings that I have.

Regards,  chev

PS:
It turns out that "McCoy" is considered to be the same name etymologically as "McKay," which of course, relates to another fiesty (though not as whiny) SciFi doctor and scientist, a la medical doctor Leonard McCoy of Classic Star Trek fame.


Sources:

Meredith Ref 1
Meredith Ref 2
Rodney Ref 1
Rodney Ref 2
Rodney Ref 3
Rodney Ref 4
McKay Ref 1
McKay Ref 2
McKay Ref 3
Aodh Ref 1
Aodh Ref 2
Aodh Ref 3

Title:  Cave Man (1/3)
Author:  chevron
Rating:  PG
Warnings:  General Silliness, PWP, m/m, slash
Length:  ~1400 words
Spoilers:  Through "Sateda"
Disclaimer:  SGA doesn't belong to me, oh well.  Done for fun and in support of fannish interest in the show, not for profit.
Credits:  Much thanks to curledfries for SuperBeta services.  Also thanks to curledfries, overchay and wesleysgirl for  LJ tutoring services.
A/N:  A Tag for "Sateda," and a shameless PWP.  This is the PG part, a more juicy follow-on story in the R or NC-17 vein is planned, cause I couldn't let it end here.  I hope you'll agree - enjoy!
Summary:  Stoic Looming Warriors and Sputtering Confused Scientists - Ronon has a little issue to discuss with Rodney after the team returns from Sateda . . .

Cave Man (1/3)

Doctor Rodney McKay sat in the Atlantis mess hall, having a midnight, well, 2:17AM, snack, when the small portion of his brain that wasn’t deeply involved in the analysis of the equations on the laptop screen in front of him registered someone entering the mess hall behind him.  He thought it somewhat odd, as usually he was the only one to be found in this location at this hour.

McKay decided to express his displeasure at the disturbance to his solitude by completely ignoring the other person.   He continued reading, that same small part of his mind cataloguing the sounds in the background – a glass being picked up, the juice dispenser sloshing, a pause, a glass being set down on the metal bussing cart.  Good, the person was just here for a drink and would be leaving promptly. McKay returned his full attention to the equations in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a large shadow blocking out all light from above him, as though a dark cloud had moved in front of the sun.  McKay knew this was odd, since he was quite certain he was sitting in the mess hall, not outside on some backward planet exposed to alien solar radiation.   A split second later the source of the lighting anomaly became evident as he found himself balanced on his tiptoes, dangling from a huge hand which was clenched in the front of his jacket and shirt under his chin.

His ears distantly registered the sound of his chair clattering noisily backward to the floor.

“Uhummph . . .” McKay grunted, instinctively reaching both hands to grip the powerful leather-braced forearm supporting the hand holding him captive. He eyes were wide with surprise, and not a little fear.

“I heard you’ve been calling me ‘Cave Man’ again.”

McKay looked up into Ronon’s impassive face, and into the dark eyes fiercely boring into his own.

“I . . . uh . . . well,” McKay stuttered, and then switched to the offensive, his usual tactic.  “Who told you that? Beckett?  You know the nonsense he . . .”

“Fact that you know it was him means it’s true.”

“I . . .”

“I also hear it was you who figured out what planet the Wraith took me to.”

“Well, yeah of course, I mean . . .”

“And you came with Sheppard to get me, even though you had an arrow in your ass.”

“Well, uh, Beckett . . .”

“And I know it was you who piloted the ‘jumper down into the street so Beckett could blast the wraith.”

McKay finally registered that these weren’t all bad things that Ronon was recounting.

“Ronon?” he squeaked, seeking some hint of reassurance or at least some inkling of exactly how Ronon planned to slowly dismember him.

His expression still completely unreadable, Ronon lifted his free left hand up slowly toward McKay’s head.  The physicist watched the approaching hand, frozen like a deer in headlights, very confused, expecting the worst.

Ronon crooked his left index finger and hooked it into the collar of McKay’s shirt under his jacket, just above the collarbone.  He stretched it out to the side and then eased it back, repeating the motion rhythmically.

McKay turned his head slightly towards the tugging finger.  His chin brushed the back of Ronon’s hand and he jerked his head back as if burned. His eyes flickered down to the hand then up again to Ronon’s face.

“Ronon?” he pleaded.  “What are you doing?”

“Yanking your chain, McKay.”

Realization dawned in the scientist’s eyes.  “You’re . . . you’re joking with me.  You are joking with me.”

Ronon’s face remained expressionless.  “Smart guy.”

McKay nodded above the hand clenched in his shirt.  “Got it. Okay . . . uh . . . when . . . uh, when were you planning to stop?”   Ronon was still yanking at his collar.

“Now.”   The yanking stopped and Ronon curled the rest of the fingers of his left hand into McKay’s collar, keeping him hoisted up on his toes, while he leaned down to plant a rather demanding, open-mouthed kiss on McKay’s lips.

Somewhat shocked, McKay did nothing for a moment, trying to register what was happening. Ronon. Ronon was, um, kissing him.

A small groan escaped McKay’s chest as the kiss continued, and he turned his head slightly, just to see what would happen.  As he expected, Ronon’s mouth followed him.  Continuing the experiment, he pulled his head back a little – he couldn’t go far in Ronon’s tight hold – and got the same result.  He had a moment’s stray thought about how, once attached, pit bulls didn’t release their prey until shot dead.

McKay opened his eyes, surprised to find that they had been closed in the first place, and looked up at Ronon’s face.  Ronon’s eyes were closed, his face intent, but also strangely peaceful.  McKay let his own eyes drift closed again.

Ronon’s tongue was pressing at McKay’s lips, working diligently to get past the scientist’s clenched teeth.  The Satedan was grunting, low and insistent. In their closeness, McKay could smell the other man’s warm and profoundly masculine scent.  He felt heat flaring in his groin and was so only slightly surprised when his own mouth opened, apparently of its own will, to let in the persistent tongue.  Ronon immediately seized the opportunity to push in deep, stroking and tasting.  The kiss was possessive and forceful, yet with a surprising undercurrent of gentleness, given the source.

Ronon was kissing him.

Ronon was kissing him and it felt so damn good.

McKay groaned into Ronon’s mouth, the pounding of his heart transitioning now from fear to excitement.  His hands left Ronon’s forearm and reached to claw into the front of Ronon’s soft leather vest, pulling himself forward and up into that all-encompassing kiss.  He was participating actively now, his body responding more fully, his own lips and tongue coming into play.

After another few moments, just at the point when McKay thought he was going to pass out from lack of adequate oxygen, Ronon pulled back.  He carefully released his grip in McKay’s jacket and shirt, and set him back down fully on his feet.

“Thanks,” Ronon said simply, his arms dropping to his sides.  There was a beat, and then he reached down to lift the fallen chair back upright, and headed for the door.

McKay shook his head to clear it, his eyes squeezing down in disbelief.  “Wait - just wait a minute!” he shouted, glaring at the departing figure, as if his gaze alone was sufficient to stop the other man in his tracks.  “You - you can’t just waltz in here, kiss me within an inch of my life, and then just - just leave!”  McKay’s hands were flying as he spoke.

Ronon stopped and turned to regard him steadily. “Want more?”

McKay could see the mischievous sparkle now revealed in the dark eyes.  He swallowed in a suddenly tight throat. Quick surrender wasn’t usually his style, but then again . . .

McKay shrugged and his chin lifted slightly. “Well, I – that is to say – uh, yes?”

Ronon grinned and stretched out his right arm – holding it at McKay’s shoulder height, inviting, waiting.

McKay hesitated only a moment.  Hastily grabbing his laptop, he slipped under the offered arm, feeling his shoulder disappear into large curling fingers which pulled him companionably up against Ronon’s lean, warm side.  Ronon’s scent filled his nose once more and his head spun for a moment.  He struggled to come up with something coherent to say.

“Right, so, uh, my place or yours?” McKay winced internally at the inanity of his words, then glanced up to Ronon's face to see his reaction.

Ronon's eyes were practically glowing .  “Gonna take you to my cave,” he growled, “Okay?”

McKay swallowed and nodded tightly.  “Fine," he returned.  "That will be just - fine."

Ronon reached to ruffle McKay’s hair a moment, then dropped his arm back across the smaller man’s shoulders, and out the door they went.

Continue on to Part 2

Hmmm. Here's my first post to my own journal - trying to figure all this stuff out. Sorry its not more fascinating.