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Title: "Abscido"
Part: Two
Prompt: Missing
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Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue! No money exchanged hands.
Is: Adult Themes - Dex/Sheppard/McKay
Summary: The first Hive ship to hit their skies was looked on with awe and wonder.
They had forgotten to be afraid.
Abscido : to cut off, to separate, take away.
There had been a time, long ago and far away in the memory, where there was no war and to serve in the Satedan army had been just a way of getting the vote and securing borders that didn’t mean anything anymore. There hadn’t been any war to speak of for the longest time and those that remembered it were grey and doddering.
They thought they were safe, at the very edge of the galaxy, on the knife’s edge of being in the next. They closed the Ring of the Ancestors and no one came.
For the longest time.
The first Hive ship to hit their skies was looked on with awe and wonder.
They had forgotten to be afraid.
***
The small woman was looking at Rodney expectantly.
“What?” he demanded.
She blinked. “I was told you were a Doctor,” she said, looking confused.
“I am,” Rodney said slowly, looking at the sea of cot beds and the fact that most of them were occupied. They were in a huge structure, what had probably once been a Town Hall and it was filled from wall to wall with makeshift beds. The people that moved between them were hollow eyed right up until the moment that they stopped by a bed, and then their faces came alive with false cheer and assurances of hope.
That was far more chilling.
“Oh no… I’m not a medical doctor,” Rodney said, taking a step backwards that put him in the threshold of the hall, hands up in denial. The woman looked at him sharply, a woman who had introduced herself as Halley, and then advanced on him, eyes darting from side to side.
“Can you fake it?” she asked in a low voice.
It was Rodney’s turn to blink in confusion. “What do you mean fake it?” he asked a little too loudly and Halley made frantic quiet gestures with her hands.
“I heard the Taskmaster talking to the man you were brought in with and he said the only reason you were kept was because you were a Doctor. Because you were useful.”
Rodney’s brow furrowed. “You mean if they find out I’m not a Doctor they’ll release me?” he squeaked, eyes shining with excitement. Halley’s quick shake of the head had Rodney’s hope flicker out and die.
“Not release, no,” she said.
“What, you’re suggesting I pretend to know what I’m doing?” Rodney’s voice was a harsh whisper and his panic was growing.
“Just basic triage. Just… try not to kill anyone,” Halley said, giving Rodney a push inside. He was collected by a harried looking older man who started immediately praising deities Rodney had never heard of that they had another doctor.
Rodney looked back at Halley who had a hand on the doorframe and a worried look on her face.
Oh crap, Rodney thought. Why did I always tune Carson out?
***
“I’m still waiting to see the man I came through with, and the others of that planet,” John’s answer was when another man had come to his bedside to ask if he was feeling up to moving.
The man rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. “They’re fine. You’re probably the worst off.”
“What’s your name?” John asked and the man looked a little taken aback, as if not prepared for the question.
“Sub-Specialist Brant Araken,” he said, flipping John’s blankets back. John sat up, retrieved the blankets and pulled them back over himself, bringing his hands to rest on the top.
“Well Sub-Specialist Brant Araken, I’m not moving a goddamn muscle until Rodney McKay is brought here, now.” John was pleased to see the note of authority he’d injected into his voice had the younger man turning before he’d thought about it. He clenched his fists as he turned back and grasped the blanket, yanking it all the way off the bed and onto the floor.
“When Taskmaster Dex gives the order,” was his reply and John shrugged, lacing his fingers behind his head and crossing his legs at the ankle. The lacing of the fingers was meant to look casual, but it was actually excruciating.
John didn’t flinch.
“Well, bring the Taskmaster here and we can have a little chat about that,” John said, feeling the start of sweat on his brow and hoping like hell that Brant didn’t see it.
“Oh fine, like I have time for this,” Brant snapped, turning on his heel and stalking out of the room.
John heaved a sigh of relief and lowered his arms slowly and carefully, rotating the damaged shoulder that was screaming miserably.
“Are you being a problem?” A voice issued from the doorway and it was the man from the previous night, who John had to assume, was Dex. “I’m Taskmaster Ronon Dex and I’m not sure if I made myself clear enough last night, but you are in no position to make demands.”
“Look, we can indulge in this little pissing contest, or you could save yourselves a lot of trouble and just show me Rodney is fine. I’ll be sweet as pie as soon as you do.”
Ronon regarded John, one eyebrow raised. “I need a pilot, but do not mistake that it makes you valuable in some way. If you prove troublesome, I’m not above tossing you through the Ring of the Ancestors, the wrong way.”
“Well, that’s imaginative,” John sighed, scooching down in the bed and letting his head thump back on the pillow. “I’m not asking for much. Don’t get me wrong, you seem like a real upstanding kinda guy, but forgive me if I won’t just take your word for it that he’s fine.”
“What fascinates me is that you keep asking about McKay, but you haven’t asked after your other companions, once.”
“They got away,” John said with a hint of pride in his voice.
“You sure about that?”
The only way Ronon could tell that his words had gotten to John was a tiny tightening around the eyes. Ronon admired his control.
“Don’t fuck with me. I know they did,” he said sharply, and a less observant man might not have noticed the tiny quaver under John’s voice, betraying the fact that no, he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes and Ronon could use that.
Ronon snorted and turned, throwing an, “If you say so,” over his shoulder, knowing to linger would be playing it up too much and would have John suspicious.
He caught Brant outside and pulled him out of earshot of the room.
“Get Gaston. I need to know everything about the two people that escaped.”
Part: Two
Prompt: Missing
For:
au100Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue! No money exchanged hands.
Is: Adult Themes - Dex/Sheppard/McKay
Summary: The first Hive ship to hit their skies was looked on with awe and wonder.
They had forgotten to be afraid.
Abscido : to cut off, to separate, take away.
There had been a time, long ago and far away in the memory, where there was no war and to serve in the Satedan army had been just a way of getting the vote and securing borders that didn’t mean anything anymore. There hadn’t been any war to speak of for the longest time and those that remembered it were grey and doddering.
They thought they were safe, at the very edge of the galaxy, on the knife’s edge of being in the next. They closed the Ring of the Ancestors and no one came.
For the longest time.
The first Hive ship to hit their skies was looked on with awe and wonder.
They had forgotten to be afraid.
***
The small woman was looking at Rodney expectantly.
“What?” he demanded.
She blinked. “I was told you were a Doctor,” she said, looking confused.
“I am,” Rodney said slowly, looking at the sea of cot beds and the fact that most of them were occupied. They were in a huge structure, what had probably once been a Town Hall and it was filled from wall to wall with makeshift beds. The people that moved between them were hollow eyed right up until the moment that they stopped by a bed, and then their faces came alive with false cheer and assurances of hope.
That was far more chilling.
“Oh no… I’m not a medical doctor,” Rodney said, taking a step backwards that put him in the threshold of the hall, hands up in denial. The woman looked at him sharply, a woman who had introduced herself as Halley, and then advanced on him, eyes darting from side to side.
“Can you fake it?” she asked in a low voice.
It was Rodney’s turn to blink in confusion. “What do you mean fake it?” he asked a little too loudly and Halley made frantic quiet gestures with her hands.
“I heard the Taskmaster talking to the man you were brought in with and he said the only reason you were kept was because you were a Doctor. Because you were useful.”
Rodney’s brow furrowed. “You mean if they find out I’m not a Doctor they’ll release me?” he squeaked, eyes shining with excitement. Halley’s quick shake of the head had Rodney’s hope flicker out and die.
“Not release, no,” she said.
“What, you’re suggesting I pretend to know what I’m doing?” Rodney’s voice was a harsh whisper and his panic was growing.
“Just basic triage. Just… try not to kill anyone,” Halley said, giving Rodney a push inside. He was collected by a harried looking older man who started immediately praising deities Rodney had never heard of that they had another doctor.
Rodney looked back at Halley who had a hand on the doorframe and a worried look on her face.
Oh crap, Rodney thought. Why did I always tune Carson out?
***
“I’m still waiting to see the man I came through with, and the others of that planet,” John’s answer was when another man had come to his bedside to ask if he was feeling up to moving.
The man rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. “They’re fine. You’re probably the worst off.”
“What’s your name?” John asked and the man looked a little taken aback, as if not prepared for the question.
“Sub-Specialist Brant Araken,” he said, flipping John’s blankets back. John sat up, retrieved the blankets and pulled them back over himself, bringing his hands to rest on the top.
“Well Sub-Specialist Brant Araken, I’m not moving a goddamn muscle until Rodney McKay is brought here, now.” John was pleased to see the note of authority he’d injected into his voice had the younger man turning before he’d thought about it. He clenched his fists as he turned back and grasped the blanket, yanking it all the way off the bed and onto the floor.
“When Taskmaster Dex gives the order,” was his reply and John shrugged, lacing his fingers behind his head and crossing his legs at the ankle. The lacing of the fingers was meant to look casual, but it was actually excruciating.
John didn’t flinch.
“Well, bring the Taskmaster here and we can have a little chat about that,” John said, feeling the start of sweat on his brow and hoping like hell that Brant didn’t see it.
“Oh fine, like I have time for this,” Brant snapped, turning on his heel and stalking out of the room.
John heaved a sigh of relief and lowered his arms slowly and carefully, rotating the damaged shoulder that was screaming miserably.
“Are you being a problem?” A voice issued from the doorway and it was the man from the previous night, who John had to assume, was Dex. “I’m Taskmaster Ronon Dex and I’m not sure if I made myself clear enough last night, but you are in no position to make demands.”
“Look, we can indulge in this little pissing contest, or you could save yourselves a lot of trouble and just show me Rodney is fine. I’ll be sweet as pie as soon as you do.”
Ronon regarded John, one eyebrow raised. “I need a pilot, but do not mistake that it makes you valuable in some way. If you prove troublesome, I’m not above tossing you through the Ring of the Ancestors, the wrong way.”
“Well, that’s imaginative,” John sighed, scooching down in the bed and letting his head thump back on the pillow. “I’m not asking for much. Don’t get me wrong, you seem like a real upstanding kinda guy, but forgive me if I won’t just take your word for it that he’s fine.”
“What fascinates me is that you keep asking about McKay, but you haven’t asked after your other companions, once.”
“They got away,” John said with a hint of pride in his voice.
“You sure about that?”
The only way Ronon could tell that his words had gotten to John was a tiny tightening around the eyes. Ronon admired his control.
“Don’t fuck with me. I know they did,” he said sharply, and a less observant man might not have noticed the tiny quaver under John’s voice, betraying the fact that no, he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes and Ronon could use that.
Ronon snorted and turned, throwing an, “If you say so,” over his shoulder, knowing to linger would be playing it up too much and would have John suspicious.
He caught Brant outside and pulled him out of earshot of the room.
“Get Gaston. I need to know everything about the two people that escaped.”
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