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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters:: Team
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay (Pre-slash)
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight: Author's warning: First Person Point of View, some fairly massive McKay Whumpage, angst, and no sex.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
me_ya_ri
Author's Website:
Link: The Great Doctor McKay
John POV sequel Home in the Heart
Why This Must Be Read:
A kidnapped Rodney sets off on an epic journey across an alien world armed only with his formidable brain and a sonic screwdriver. I think the first person POV helps capture McKay's over-the-top emotions and ego.
Excerpt:
If I had Spidey-senses they'd be tingling and with good reason. He nods and the guards suddenly grab me. One of them has a knife and I gasp, staring at them. Immediately, the words 'Oh fuck no! They're not going to sacrifice me on the 'altar' or something are they?' run in a blind panic through my mind. I struggle and scream and try to kick or break free but they're too strong and too many. The one with the knife cuts my arm and I scream a lot more sharply, hearing Ronon, Sheppard and Teyla yelling. I know they're coming, so I struggle harder, tearing my sleeve off in one of their hands. They dog-pile on me and there's a jab of a needle and then the world…drifts away.
I can hear my team as I'm carried away, can hear the priest-cum-scientist explaining that I'd done something and gotten caught in the machinery behind the shield generator. He claims that I'd been crushed and ground up and dumped into the latest batch of religious offering meat that's fed to the poor. He's apologizing, apologizing so hard, sounding so sincere, but they're carrying me away, kidnapping me, taking me from the others, from Sheppard, from John. My mind fades out to the sound of John shouting, but I can't make out his words, only the horrified pain in his voice.
When I wake up, I'm somewhere else entirely and my head is throbbing from either the drug or hypoglycemia. My clothes have been changed and I'm in some nice pajamas, not silk but something close to it. I can smell food and, when I open my eyes, I see that it's quite a nice room for a prison. The bed's a torture device, but then most beds are for my back. The priest-cum-scientist is sitting next to my bed. He beams when I open my eyes.
"Thank goodness you're awake," the bastard gushes in my direction, as if he wasn't responsible for the situation. "We were worried that the drug would harm you. It can have a degenerative effect on certain individuals."
"What?" I gasp, sitting up and then groaning as my head swims.
"Don't worry, as long as we keep administering it you'll be fine," he says, helping me lie down again.
He explains that Sheppard and Teyla and Ronon all believe that I'm dead. They ran my clothes and some meat through the machinery, which unfortunately was used for grinding up dead sacrificial animal--so of course there won't be any of my blood or DNA left once the clothes have gone through. They convinced the others that I was dead. They did save some of my equipment that fell out of my pockets, like my GDO, but most of it was returned to Atlantis in smashed little bits. Now, I'm supposedly safe and I never have to worry and I'll be able to fix things for them for the rest of my life. That's the same life which might be a little shorter than expected because of the drug they have to give me every day--the drug that supposed to prevent me from catching some stupid disease that they're fighting--a disease that I suspect is a direct result of them drugging themselves to begin with.
I refuse to cooperate, demand that they return me to my people, pitch as big of a fit as I'm capable of, but it accomplishes absolutely nothing other than them drugging me again. When I wake up the second time, I can feel that their wonder drug is doing terrible things to me. It's not hypochondria, not this time. I can feel it, literally feel it eating away at my nerves, my muscles. I can't allow them to give me another of those shots.
I decide I have to get out. It's the middle of the night and there are clothes, ridiculous frilly shirt clothes, but clothes nonetheless. I slip out of bed and get dressed as quietly as I can. I eat the food they left for me, being careful to scan for anything that looks vaguely citrus, but still manage to eat about half of it while searching the room for anything that I could use as a tool or weapon.
'Lord, but they're idiots,' I think as I sneak out of the building. They not only left me clothes, they left my GDO and my remaining tools and several bits of Ancient technology that do quite nicely as a jury-rigged sonic screwdriver (though no where near as sleek and sexy as the Doctor's) to get me out of their prison and out onto the streets. I get as far away from the palace prison that they were holding me in as quickly as possible. I wander for a while and then stop, staring down at the ocean.
We didn't land near the ocean. We landed in the middle of the continent near the largest city. I remember another big city was supposed to be located on the far western edge of the continent, right on the ocean, so that must be where I am. I curse and mumble to myself, rubbing my arm where they gave me the injections. It aches and I know that this isn't good. I have to get back to the capital, back to the broken stargate. I have to fix it and get home, back to Atlantis where Carson can work his wonders and save my life. I have faith in Carson's ability to save me, though I'll never say it out loud--I'd never hear the end of it.
...
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters:: Team
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay (Pre-slash)
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight: Author's warning: First Person Point of View, some fairly massive McKay Whumpage, angst, and no sex.
Author on LJ:
me_ya_riAuthor's Website:
Link: The Great Doctor McKay
John POV sequel Home in the Heart
Why This Must Be Read:
A kidnapped Rodney sets off on an epic journey across an alien world armed only with his formidable brain and a sonic screwdriver. I think the first person POV helps capture McKay's over-the-top emotions and ego.
Excerpt:
If I had Spidey-senses they'd be tingling and with good reason. He nods and the guards suddenly grab me. One of them has a knife and I gasp, staring at them. Immediately, the words 'Oh fuck no! They're not going to sacrifice me on the 'altar' or something are they?' run in a blind panic through my mind. I struggle and scream and try to kick or break free but they're too strong and too many. The one with the knife cuts my arm and I scream a lot more sharply, hearing Ronon, Sheppard and Teyla yelling. I know they're coming, so I struggle harder, tearing my sleeve off in one of their hands. They dog-pile on me and there's a jab of a needle and then the world…drifts away.
I can hear my team as I'm carried away, can hear the priest-cum-scientist explaining that I'd done something and gotten caught in the machinery behind the shield generator. He claims that I'd been crushed and ground up and dumped into the latest batch of religious offering meat that's fed to the poor. He's apologizing, apologizing so hard, sounding so sincere, but they're carrying me away, kidnapping me, taking me from the others, from Sheppard, from John. My mind fades out to the sound of John shouting, but I can't make out his words, only the horrified pain in his voice.
When I wake up, I'm somewhere else entirely and my head is throbbing from either the drug or hypoglycemia. My clothes have been changed and I'm in some nice pajamas, not silk but something close to it. I can smell food and, when I open my eyes, I see that it's quite a nice room for a prison. The bed's a torture device, but then most beds are for my back. The priest-cum-scientist is sitting next to my bed. He beams when I open my eyes.
"Thank goodness you're awake," the bastard gushes in my direction, as if he wasn't responsible for the situation. "We were worried that the drug would harm you. It can have a degenerative effect on certain individuals."
"What?" I gasp, sitting up and then groaning as my head swims.
"Don't worry, as long as we keep administering it you'll be fine," he says, helping me lie down again.
He explains that Sheppard and Teyla and Ronon all believe that I'm dead. They ran my clothes and some meat through the machinery, which unfortunately was used for grinding up dead sacrificial animal--so of course there won't be any of my blood or DNA left once the clothes have gone through. They convinced the others that I was dead. They did save some of my equipment that fell out of my pockets, like my GDO, but most of it was returned to Atlantis in smashed little bits. Now, I'm supposedly safe and I never have to worry and I'll be able to fix things for them for the rest of my life. That's the same life which might be a little shorter than expected because of the drug they have to give me every day--the drug that supposed to prevent me from catching some stupid disease that they're fighting--a disease that I suspect is a direct result of them drugging themselves to begin with.
I refuse to cooperate, demand that they return me to my people, pitch as big of a fit as I'm capable of, but it accomplishes absolutely nothing other than them drugging me again. When I wake up the second time, I can feel that their wonder drug is doing terrible things to me. It's not hypochondria, not this time. I can feel it, literally feel it eating away at my nerves, my muscles. I can't allow them to give me another of those shots.
I decide I have to get out. It's the middle of the night and there are clothes, ridiculous frilly shirt clothes, but clothes nonetheless. I slip out of bed and get dressed as quietly as I can. I eat the food they left for me, being careful to scan for anything that looks vaguely citrus, but still manage to eat about half of it while searching the room for anything that I could use as a tool or weapon.
'Lord, but they're idiots,' I think as I sneak out of the building. They not only left me clothes, they left my GDO and my remaining tools and several bits of Ancient technology that do quite nicely as a jury-rigged sonic screwdriver (though no where near as sleek and sexy as the Doctor's) to get me out of their prison and out onto the streets. I get as far away from the palace prison that they were holding me in as quickly as possible. I wander for a while and then stop, staring down at the ocean.
We didn't land near the ocean. We landed in the middle of the continent near the largest city. I remember another big city was supposed to be located on the far western edge of the continent, right on the ocean, so that must be where I am. I curse and mumble to myself, rubbing my arm where they gave me the injections. It aches and I know that this isn't good. I have to get back to the capital, back to the broken stargate. I have to fix it and get home, back to Atlantis where Carson can work his wonders and save my life. I have faith in Carson's ability to save me, though I'll never say it out loud--I'd never hear the end of it.
...
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Date: 2012-05-19 12:22 am (UTC)