Winging it by Jennamajig (G)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Carson Beckett
Pairing: none
Categories: Carson Beckett, team, hurt and comfort
Warnings: Season 1. Small mentions of Rising 1 & 2, Hide & Seek, 38 Minutes, and Poisoning the Well.
Author on LJ: Not to my knowledge
Author's Website: http://jennamajig.tripod.com/stories.htm
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2334688/1/
Summary: A absolutely lovely peek into Carson's mind and how he deals with his new life on Atlantis.
Why This Must Be Read: If you love, or even just remotely like, Carson, you will want to read this. He is perfectly in character. He hurts and he trembles under the pressure, but he manages. Somehow. By winging it. Because he can't let it go any other way. Because he's our Carson.
This fic shows how nobody was really prepared, couldn't be prepared, for what was waiting for them in the Atlantis Galaxy and you can only do your best... which your friends might tell you is more than enough.
Of course, in between all this he developed his gene therapy further, tested it on Rodney and had it work. He also dealt with the repercussion, from treating Peter Grodin’s sprained wrist to Rodney’s fainting spell, which despite McKay’s hatred of the word was the proper term and therefore the one noted in his chart – twice. He accompanied Sheppard and crew through the Stargate to help Perna and Hoff develop their deadly drug, an experience that made him view his microscope in a whole new light. And somewhere along the way, everyone seemed to believe he could do it all. Be the great scientist who could spend hours developing some drug or studying Wraith cells. And of course, like everyone else with an MD, be an ER doctor as well. When he’d spent an very distraught half-hour trying to save Sheppard when he was attacked by the bug creature, he’d had Mary Aters, his real ER doctor, next to him, but he was still the person Sheppard asked for and the first person Elizabeth had called for. And he had, at first, headed down to the control room by himself. He wasn’t thinking like an ER doctor. It didn’t matter that he was able to get Sheppard back when he entered the jumper bay with no heartbeat or respiration. He had a fabulous staff. He’d be lost without them.
In fact, when the Major was stable, he simply backed off, stumbled in his office, where he tried to calm his shaky hands and nauseous stomach. He was no good at these things, just like he was at using Ancient technology. At that moment, he considered suggesting Elizabeth give the job of Chief Medical Officer to someone else. He even went as far as to try and talk to her about it, but she simply smiled and told him what a good job he was doing. She only seemed to trust him more, treating him as he was the leading medical expert in everything. She needed that confidence, that he could handle it all – that he saw, and perhaps she even knew that he saw it.
Pairing: none
Categories: Carson Beckett, team, hurt and comfort
Warnings: Season 1. Small mentions of Rising 1 & 2, Hide & Seek, 38 Minutes, and Poisoning the Well.
Author on LJ: Not to my knowledge
Author's Website: http://jennamajig.tripod.com/stories.htm
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2334688/1/
Summary: A absolutely lovely peek into Carson's mind and how he deals with his new life on Atlantis.
Why This Must Be Read: If you love, or even just remotely like, Carson, you will want to read this. He is perfectly in character. He hurts and he trembles under the pressure, but he manages. Somehow. By winging it. Because he can't let it go any other way. Because he's our Carson.
This fic shows how nobody was really prepared, couldn't be prepared, for what was waiting for them in the Atlantis Galaxy and you can only do your best... which your friends might tell you is more than enough.
Of course, in between all this he developed his gene therapy further, tested it on Rodney and had it work. He also dealt with the repercussion, from treating Peter Grodin’s sprained wrist to Rodney’s fainting spell, which despite McKay’s hatred of the word was the proper term and therefore the one noted in his chart – twice. He accompanied Sheppard and crew through the Stargate to help Perna and Hoff develop their deadly drug, an experience that made him view his microscope in a whole new light. And somewhere along the way, everyone seemed to believe he could do it all. Be the great scientist who could spend hours developing some drug or studying Wraith cells. And of course, like everyone else with an MD, be an ER doctor as well. When he’d spent an very distraught half-hour trying to save Sheppard when he was attacked by the bug creature, he’d had Mary Aters, his real ER doctor, next to him, but he was still the person Sheppard asked for and the first person Elizabeth had called for. And he had, at first, headed down to the control room by himself. He wasn’t thinking like an ER doctor. It didn’t matter that he was able to get Sheppard back when he entered the jumper bay with no heartbeat or respiration. He had a fabulous staff. He’d be lost without them.
In fact, when the Major was stable, he simply backed off, stumbled in his office, where he tried to calm his shaky hands and nauseous stomach. He was no good at these things, just like he was at using Ancient technology. At that moment, he considered suggesting Elizabeth give the job of Chief Medical Officer to someone else. He even went as far as to try and talk to her about it, but she simply smiled and told him what a good job he was doing. She only seemed to trust him more, treating him as he was the leading medical expert in everything. She needed that confidence, that he could handle it all – that he saw, and perhaps she even knew that he saw it.
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