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Fic 'Aftermath'
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kellifer_fic
Webpage: Here
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: Mild
Notes: For my friend Angel who wanted A mission gone wrong, a shower scene of a different kind and for those boys to finally Figure It Out.
Summary: Rodney felt an icy fist grip his heart because he just knew that the limp figure being dragged by his field jacket collar and covered from head to foot in what looked like a mixture of mud and blood was Sheppard.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!
*Thanks to my beta superfox!*
Rodney and Elizabeth were in her office when the ‘gate activated. They both rushed to the balcony overlooking the ‘gate and watched as Major Lorne’s team came through. Lorne himself barreled through the event horizon, dragging someone.
Rodney felt an icy fist grip his heart because he just knew that the limp figure being dragged by his field jacket collar and covered from head to foot in what looked like a mixture of mud and blood was Sheppard.
Elizabeth was yelling something but Rodney couldn’t make it out through the white noise in his ears as he took the steps two at a time down to the ‘gate.
xxxxxx
“Yes, I’m sure he’s fine, Rodney.” Carson dropped a hand on Rodney’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “He’s got some nasty lacerations and bruising from being dragged, but nothing’s broken or permanently damaged.”
Rodney was hopping from foot to foot, wringing the fabric at the bottom of his shirt with his hands. He only stilled when he heard Sheppard’s gruff voice issue from behind the curtain. “No way are you sticking me with that!”
Carson rolled his eyes and twitched back the curtain with one hand to find John wrestling with one of the nurses, who was holding probably the biggest needle Rodney had ever seen.
“Colonel!” Carson snapped. “We need to treat you with a broad spectrum anti-bacterial. Who knows what was in that mud and you had open wounds.”
John stopped wrestling only when he’d managed to arrest both the nurse’s wrists with one hand. Although he’d been stripped of his uniform, he was still more mud than John as the mud was proving a difficult customer to remove. The nurse looked pointedly from her held hands to Carson who rolled his eyes again and stepped forward, relieving her of the needle.
“You’re going to find it harder to wrestle me.” Carson said patiently. He waggled the needle menacingly. “Although I’m sure you’d be game. Now, are you going to cooperate or do I call Ronon in here to hold you down?”
John scowled, or at least, Rodney thought he scowled as a ridge of mud at his brow drew down. “Fine,” he sighed. He offered his arm and Carson shook his head, grinning far too evilly for a Doctor. John blanched. “Oh, come on.” he grumbled but Carson merely made a turn-around gesture with his free hand.
Rodney beat a hasty retreat.
xxxxxx
“I can do it myself!” Rodney heard John complain and figured it was safe to enter the little infirmary enclosure again. Carson was now holding a scrub brush and the same nurse was looking more than a little mortified.
“Do what?” He asked.
“The mud is proving stubborn so I was going to get one of the nurses to take him into one of the multi-jet Atlantis showers with this,” Carson indicated the scrub brush.
Rodney looked at John, who was blinking owlishly and he recognized the look. “Carson, Colonel Sheppard is exhausted. Do you really think the nurse,” he said, indicating the diminutive woman with a jut of his jaw, “Is really going to be able to hold the Colonel up long enough? Maybe if you let him get some rest first-“
“I’d like to but given his open wounds, I need him cleaned before I can dress them properly.”
“Fine,” Rodney sighed. “Then I’ll do it.” He stepped forward and threaded an arm under John’s, lifting him gently off the bed and onto his feet. John automatically tried to pull away as soon as he was upright but hitched drunkenly to the left. Rodney reached out and snagged John around the waist, pulling him back to be propped up by his own body.
“Unlike the nurse, I’m not in the mood to wrestle you Colonel.” Rodney snapped. “So, for once in your life just deal with being helped.”
John blinked at him and a jaw-cracking yawn seemed to swallow half of his face. “Alright, fine,” he grumbled.
xxxxxx
“I really can do this myself,” John was protesting for about the fifth time when they stepped out of the transporter on one of the more recently cleared areas of Atlantis that was in one of the sub levels and appeared to be a large communal bathing and barracks complex. The Ancients had been at war for a long time so if anything, it was more surprising that they hadn’t found more areas like it.
“Fine,” Rodney threw up his hands, thereby letting go of John completely, who in turn had legs that buckled beneath him and sat down, hard.
John scowled. “Give a guy a bit of warning, would ya?”
“You wouldn’t need warning if you were fine Colonel,” Rodney sighed, not even trying to hide the exasperation in his voice.
“I annoy you more than anyone else on this base, don’t I?” John seemed to finally be willing to accept help as he held his arms up towards Rodney. Rodney leaned down and snagged him under the armpits, mindful of the many and various injuries John had sustained and not wanting to inflame any of them by simply tugging him up by the arms. It was awkward until John finally relented and curled his hands around the base of Rodney’s neck and he was lifted to his feet again.
“I don’t know if annoy is the right word for it,” Rodney admitted, finding a shelf of jutting wall that was the right height to set John down on while he started the shower.
“I shouldn’t go on missions without Ronon and Teyla. I seem to get my ass handed to me,” John said, by way of conversation. Rodney stiffened.
“What am I, chopped liver?” he asked, reaching into the triangular stall in front of him and running a finger along the wall-set panel until a multi-directional jet of water flared to life. He made some tiny adjustments until the temperature was right, hot without being scalding.
“You tend to get us into trouble McKay,” John sighed.
“What? I’ll have you know-“
John was chuckling, the sound a whisper of his normal laugh that betrayed his true tiredness. “Relax, Rodney, I’m just kidding. Of course I mean you aswell. You just get so used to a team dynamic that when you mess with that, mistakes are made.”
“Well, don’t think I haven’t noticed that I seem to annoy you more than anyone either,” Rodney snorted, reaching over and helping John to his feet again. “Do you, I mean…can you-?”
“I’ll be fine, honestly. I just need something to lean on and I’m good.” John said and shrugged out of the robe, as always completely unselfconscious.
Rodney turned away before John could notice the flush that had spread across his cheeks.
xxxxxx
On the way back to the infirmary, John was muzzy headed and pliable. He hadn’t protested at all when Rodney had manhandled him out of the shower and into a fresh robe that Carson had given them.
On the way back, John had asked to stop for a moment and Rodney thought it was to catch his breath but when John had been propped against the wall again, Rodney leaning a knee into John’s legs to help keep him upright, John had raised a hand and placed his palm flush against Rodney’s pulse point in his neck, fingers scratching lightly at Rodney’s nape.
“I wouldn’t say annoy is the right word either,” John offered, the lazy smile that tugged his lip upward and never failed to curl at the base of Rodney’s stomach like molten rock, in evidence. “Given your heart rate right now, either you’re terrified of me or you agree completely.”
Rodney glared. “That’s completely not fair,” he protested weakly, trying to remove John’s hand, but it merely skipped around to the base of Rodney’s neck, thumb stroking just under his ear.
“Are you scared of me, Rodney?” John prompted, his voice a low rumble that danced down Rodney’s spine like liquid lightning.
“Not at all,” Rodney breathed, smiling.
Author:
kellifer_ficWebpage: Here
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: Mild
Notes: For my friend Angel who wanted A mission gone wrong, a shower scene of a different kind and for those boys to finally Figure It Out.
Summary: Rodney felt an icy fist grip his heart because he just knew that the limp figure being dragged by his field jacket collar and covered from head to foot in what looked like a mixture of mud and blood was Sheppard.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!
*Thanks to my beta superfox!*
Rodney and Elizabeth were in her office when the ‘gate activated. They both rushed to the balcony overlooking the ‘gate and watched as Major Lorne’s team came through. Lorne himself barreled through the event horizon, dragging someone.
Rodney felt an icy fist grip his heart because he just knew that the limp figure being dragged by his field jacket collar and covered from head to foot in what looked like a mixture of mud and blood was Sheppard.
Elizabeth was yelling something but Rodney couldn’t make it out through the white noise in his ears as he took the steps two at a time down to the ‘gate.
xxxxxx
“Yes, I’m sure he’s fine, Rodney.” Carson dropped a hand on Rodney’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “He’s got some nasty lacerations and bruising from being dragged, but nothing’s broken or permanently damaged.”
Rodney was hopping from foot to foot, wringing the fabric at the bottom of his shirt with his hands. He only stilled when he heard Sheppard’s gruff voice issue from behind the curtain. “No way are you sticking me with that!”
Carson rolled his eyes and twitched back the curtain with one hand to find John wrestling with one of the nurses, who was holding probably the biggest needle Rodney had ever seen.
“Colonel!” Carson snapped. “We need to treat you with a broad spectrum anti-bacterial. Who knows what was in that mud and you had open wounds.”
John stopped wrestling only when he’d managed to arrest both the nurse’s wrists with one hand. Although he’d been stripped of his uniform, he was still more mud than John as the mud was proving a difficult customer to remove. The nurse looked pointedly from her held hands to Carson who rolled his eyes again and stepped forward, relieving her of the needle.
“You’re going to find it harder to wrestle me.” Carson said patiently. He waggled the needle menacingly. “Although I’m sure you’d be game. Now, are you going to cooperate or do I call Ronon in here to hold you down?”
John scowled, or at least, Rodney thought he scowled as a ridge of mud at his brow drew down. “Fine,” he sighed. He offered his arm and Carson shook his head, grinning far too evilly for a Doctor. John blanched. “Oh, come on.” he grumbled but Carson merely made a turn-around gesture with his free hand.
Rodney beat a hasty retreat.
xxxxxx
“I can do it myself!” Rodney heard John complain and figured it was safe to enter the little infirmary enclosure again. Carson was now holding a scrub brush and the same nurse was looking more than a little mortified.
“Do what?” He asked.
“The mud is proving stubborn so I was going to get one of the nurses to take him into one of the multi-jet Atlantis showers with this,” Carson indicated the scrub brush.
Rodney looked at John, who was blinking owlishly and he recognized the look. “Carson, Colonel Sheppard is exhausted. Do you really think the nurse,” he said, indicating the diminutive woman with a jut of his jaw, “Is really going to be able to hold the Colonel up long enough? Maybe if you let him get some rest first-“
“I’d like to but given his open wounds, I need him cleaned before I can dress them properly.”
“Fine,” Rodney sighed. “Then I’ll do it.” He stepped forward and threaded an arm under John’s, lifting him gently off the bed and onto his feet. John automatically tried to pull away as soon as he was upright but hitched drunkenly to the left. Rodney reached out and snagged John around the waist, pulling him back to be propped up by his own body.
“Unlike the nurse, I’m not in the mood to wrestle you Colonel.” Rodney snapped. “So, for once in your life just deal with being helped.”
John blinked at him and a jaw-cracking yawn seemed to swallow half of his face. “Alright, fine,” he grumbled.
xxxxxx
“I really can do this myself,” John was protesting for about the fifth time when they stepped out of the transporter on one of the more recently cleared areas of Atlantis that was in one of the sub levels and appeared to be a large communal bathing and barracks complex. The Ancients had been at war for a long time so if anything, it was more surprising that they hadn’t found more areas like it.
“Fine,” Rodney threw up his hands, thereby letting go of John completely, who in turn had legs that buckled beneath him and sat down, hard.
John scowled. “Give a guy a bit of warning, would ya?”
“You wouldn’t need warning if you were fine Colonel,” Rodney sighed, not even trying to hide the exasperation in his voice.
“I annoy you more than anyone else on this base, don’t I?” John seemed to finally be willing to accept help as he held his arms up towards Rodney. Rodney leaned down and snagged him under the armpits, mindful of the many and various injuries John had sustained and not wanting to inflame any of them by simply tugging him up by the arms. It was awkward until John finally relented and curled his hands around the base of Rodney’s neck and he was lifted to his feet again.
“I don’t know if annoy is the right word for it,” Rodney admitted, finding a shelf of jutting wall that was the right height to set John down on while he started the shower.
“I shouldn’t go on missions without Ronon and Teyla. I seem to get my ass handed to me,” John said, by way of conversation. Rodney stiffened.
“What am I, chopped liver?” he asked, reaching into the triangular stall in front of him and running a finger along the wall-set panel until a multi-directional jet of water flared to life. He made some tiny adjustments until the temperature was right, hot without being scalding.
“You tend to get us into trouble McKay,” John sighed.
“What? I’ll have you know-“
John was chuckling, the sound a whisper of his normal laugh that betrayed his true tiredness. “Relax, Rodney, I’m just kidding. Of course I mean you aswell. You just get so used to a team dynamic that when you mess with that, mistakes are made.”
“Well, don’t think I haven’t noticed that I seem to annoy you more than anyone either,” Rodney snorted, reaching over and helping John to his feet again. “Do you, I mean…can you-?”
“I’ll be fine, honestly. I just need something to lean on and I’m good.” John said and shrugged out of the robe, as always completely unselfconscious.
Rodney turned away before John could notice the flush that had spread across his cheeks.
xxxxxx
On the way back to the infirmary, John was muzzy headed and pliable. He hadn’t protested at all when Rodney had manhandled him out of the shower and into a fresh robe that Carson had given them.
On the way back, John had asked to stop for a moment and Rodney thought it was to catch his breath but when John had been propped against the wall again, Rodney leaning a knee into John’s legs to help keep him upright, John had raised a hand and placed his palm flush against Rodney’s pulse point in his neck, fingers scratching lightly at Rodney’s nape.
“I wouldn’t say annoy is the right word either,” John offered, the lazy smile that tugged his lip upward and never failed to curl at the base of Rodney’s stomach like molten rock, in evidence. “Given your heart rate right now, either you’re terrified of me or you agree completely.”
Rodney glared. “That’s completely not fair,” he protested weakly, trying to remove John’s hand, but it merely skipped around to the base of Rodney’s neck, thumb stroking just under his ear.
“Are you scared of me, Rodney?” John prompted, his voice a low rumble that danced down Rodney’s spine like liquid lightning.
“Not at all,” Rodney breathed, smiling.
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