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stargateficrecRec Category: Rodney McKay
Pairing: None
Category: Hurt-Comfort, Friendship
Warning: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mad_maudlin
Author's Website:
Link: .-.- --- -. -. . .-.- - .. --- -.
Why This Must Be Read:
Rodney ends up deaf and blind after an offworld mission and must depend on the few people who know Morse code to communicate. The author immediately brings the reader into Rodney's space with descriptions based on Rodney's remaining senses and his internal processing as he tries to help solve his problem with the device inhibiting his sight and hearing.
I thought the difference between how Zelenka, Sheppard, and Keller communicate via Morse code was an especially interesting detail, as well as how Ronon and Teyla find their own way to keep Rodney connected to the world. By the end of the story, Rodney has a new appreciation of his friends and teammates.
Excerpt:
He didn't figure it out right away, though. Even geniuses have their moments. When the world fell dark and silent around him, his first guess was that he'd been transported somewhere, somehow—stepped on a hidden trigger, accidentally touched some gene-sensitive crystal, that sort of thing. Just because there had been no itch or flash like the transporters of Atlantis, or even the Daedalus, didn't mean it hadn't happened; and so his first step, after a moment or two of frozen hyperventilation, was to trying and figure out where he was.
The ground felt like the same smooth stone someone had used to pave a courtyard around the lab, right down to the weedy cracks and joints that spoke of long neglect. But how could there be weeds growing in any place so dark? It was a velvety blackness, so profound he couldn't see the hands in front of his face, and he couldn't believe the place ever saw the sun. Directly ahead, he found a stout pillar, its chipped flutes catching on his fingers. Again, just like the courtyard where they'd been fighting the looters. It was even warm to the touch, though Rodney's instincts said any place this dark and silent should also be cold in order to have a thematically appropriate trifecta; the stone was warm, and so was he. Hot, even, because they were holding this fight in the hottest part of the day with the sun beating down on his very sensitive skin, so he could practically feel it crisping.
No, wait, he could feel it; could feel the heat, and the abrupt drop in temperature when his hand passed into where the shadow of the pillar would be. Except there shouldn't be a shadow because there wasn't any light, unless, unless he—
"Hello?" he blurted out, because in the dark he could feel the heat and smell gunpowder and something was wrong.
Very, very wrong, because he could feel the buzz in his throat when he spoke but he couldn't hear.
...
Pairing: None
Category: Hurt-Comfort, Friendship
Warning: None
Author on LJ:
mad_maudlinAuthor's Website:
Link: .-.- --- -. -. . .-.- - .. --- -.
Why This Must Be Read:
Rodney ends up deaf and blind after an offworld mission and must depend on the few people who know Morse code to communicate. The author immediately brings the reader into Rodney's space with descriptions based on Rodney's remaining senses and his internal processing as he tries to help solve his problem with the device inhibiting his sight and hearing.
I thought the difference between how Zelenka, Sheppard, and Keller communicate via Morse code was an especially interesting detail, as well as how Ronon and Teyla find their own way to keep Rodney connected to the world. By the end of the story, Rodney has a new appreciation of his friends and teammates.
Excerpt:
He didn't figure it out right away, though. Even geniuses have their moments. When the world fell dark and silent around him, his first guess was that he'd been transported somewhere, somehow—stepped on a hidden trigger, accidentally touched some gene-sensitive crystal, that sort of thing. Just because there had been no itch or flash like the transporters of Atlantis, or even the Daedalus, didn't mean it hadn't happened; and so his first step, after a moment or two of frozen hyperventilation, was to trying and figure out where he was.
The ground felt like the same smooth stone someone had used to pave a courtyard around the lab, right down to the weedy cracks and joints that spoke of long neglect. But how could there be weeds growing in any place so dark? It was a velvety blackness, so profound he couldn't see the hands in front of his face, and he couldn't believe the place ever saw the sun. Directly ahead, he found a stout pillar, its chipped flutes catching on his fingers. Again, just like the courtyard where they'd been fighting the looters. It was even warm to the touch, though Rodney's instincts said any place this dark and silent should also be cold in order to have a thematically appropriate trifecta; the stone was warm, and so was he. Hot, even, because they were holding this fight in the hottest part of the day with the sun beating down on his very sensitive skin, so he could practically feel it crisping.
No, wait, he could feel it; could feel the heat, and the abrupt drop in temperature when his hand passed into where the shadow of the pillar would be. Except there shouldn't be a shadow because there wasn't any light, unless, unless he—
"Hello?" he blurted out, because in the dark he could feel the heat and smell gunpowder and something was wrong.
Very, very wrong, because he could feel the buzz in his throat when he spoke but he couldn't hear.
...
