Mend by mdime02 (R)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight:
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mdime02
Author's Website: Fanfiction by mdime
Link: Mend
Why This Must Be Read:
When an escalating series of unexplainable injuries begins to plague Sheppard, it's up to Rodney to figure out what is happening. I really enjoyed how this mystery played out, in particular the support John receives while everyone tries to figure out what is happening to him...before it's too late.
Excerpt:
John hopped up on the lab table where Rodney was working, so close that Rodney's pinkie brushed against his thigh as Rodney typed rapidly on his laptop. "You ready?"
"Ready?" Rodney scoffed. "Of course I'm not ready, I already told you this would take at least another two days for coding and simulations, and then – "
"To go to the meeting."
The typing stopped. "Oh. Yes. Which meeting is that again?"
John rolled his eyes. "Has Zelenka switched you to decaf or something? Because I radioed you not ten minutes ago."
"Forgive me for being awoken by my incompetent staff at oh dark thirty this morning to fix..." Rodney trailed off as he looked up at John for the first time. "Jesus, John, I thought you and Ronon were going to take it easy today."
John frowned, or meant to, but stopped as his facial muscles pulled and he hissed in pain. "We did," he insisted.
"Yeah, I can see that." Rodney reached up, touching John's cheek lightly.
John jerked backwards, grabbing Rodney's arm even as he brought his own hand up to probe gently at his now throbbing face.
"Did you go to the infirmary?"
"Didn't need to. We were just practicing disarming...prep for Ronon's class, remember?"
"And you disarmed your way into a split lip?"
"I don't have a –"
"You do, along with some pretty spectacular bruising that will turn all sorts of interesting colors, and if you're this out of it maybe a concussion, as well." Rodney crossed his arms over his chest, glaring. "Infirmary first," He ordered. "Then we'll see about this meeting of yours."
"It's not my meeting, it's for scheduling."
"It's calendar day already?" Rodney held up a hand, forestalling John's comment. "Infirmary. Let's go."
John slid off the table, falling into step beside Rodney as he launched into a rant covering his late night repair work and sliding seamlessly into a commentary on his own invaluable, incalculable genius. John grinned, even as he winced at the pain.
...
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight:
Author on LJ:
mdime02Author's Website: Fanfiction by mdime
Link: Mend
Why This Must Be Read:
When an escalating series of unexplainable injuries begins to plague Sheppard, it's up to Rodney to figure out what is happening. I really enjoyed how this mystery played out, in particular the support John receives while everyone tries to figure out what is happening to him...before it's too late.
Excerpt:
John hopped up on the lab table where Rodney was working, so close that Rodney's pinkie brushed against his thigh as Rodney typed rapidly on his laptop. "You ready?"
"Ready?" Rodney scoffed. "Of course I'm not ready, I already told you this would take at least another two days for coding and simulations, and then – "
"To go to the meeting."
The typing stopped. "Oh. Yes. Which meeting is that again?"
John rolled his eyes. "Has Zelenka switched you to decaf or something? Because I radioed you not ten minutes ago."
"Forgive me for being awoken by my incompetent staff at oh dark thirty this morning to fix..." Rodney trailed off as he looked up at John for the first time. "Jesus, John, I thought you and Ronon were going to take it easy today."
John frowned, or meant to, but stopped as his facial muscles pulled and he hissed in pain. "We did," he insisted.
"Yeah, I can see that." Rodney reached up, touching John's cheek lightly.
John jerked backwards, grabbing Rodney's arm even as he brought his own hand up to probe gently at his now throbbing face.
"Did you go to the infirmary?"
"Didn't need to. We were just practicing disarming...prep for Ronon's class, remember?"
"And you disarmed your way into a split lip?"
"I don't have a –"
"You do, along with some pretty spectacular bruising that will turn all sorts of interesting colors, and if you're this out of it maybe a concussion, as well." Rodney crossed his arms over his chest, glaring. "Infirmary first," He ordered. "Then we'll see about this meeting of yours."
"It's not my meeting, it's for scheduling."
"It's calendar day already?" Rodney held up a hand, forestalling John's comment. "Infirmary. Let's go."
John slid off the table, falling into step beside Rodney as he launched into a rant covering his late night repair work and sliding seamlessly into a commentary on his own invaluable, incalculable genius. John grinned, even as he winced at the pain.
...
