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Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight: Violent– this is a very dark fic - characters die multiple times but survive in the end
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keiramarcos
Author's Website: KeiraMarcos.com
Link: In the Blood
Why This Must Be Read:
John and Rodney are being held prisoner in this dark tale, each used against the other to enforce obedience. Their escape and subsequent debriefings illustrate perfectly just how far they'll go to keep each other alive.
Excerpt:
“You will do what is asked of you.”
McKay lifted his head, tearing his gaze from John Sheppard’s face. “He will stay in the healing machine as long as I do?”
“That has been our arrangement all along, Dr. McKay.”
“No one will touch him?”
“Your Colonel will be safe and in healing stasis as long as you do what is asked of you.”
Rodney nodded. “As long as he lives.”
- – - – - -
The first day they had both fought and lost. His body ached with the remembered pain – broken bones, ruptured organs, and the knowledge that he was dying and that John was dying right beside him. Rodney had never known such agony and had never expected such peace at the end. The pain had drifted away in those last few moments as John’s fingers had curled around his wrist for what he thought would be the last time. It fit, he’d thought. It fit that he would die with John because he couldn’t imagine living without him.
Then they woke – whole, new, and very much alive. He’d turned and found John lying on the floor beside him. Rodney had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. It must have shown on his face—his relief, the love he’d never spoken aloud—because John’s eyes had widened in shock and then settled into what looked like relief.
The second day, they had been left in peace. Rodney hated them for that perfect day. That beautiful day where John had sat beside him on the floor of their small, vividly white cell and held his hand. They had said little that was important, and had old arguments about Star Wars to pass the time. If he let himself think about it too hard, he could still feel John’s hand in his because the knowledge of it was burned into his soul. He would remember that feeling always. That memory would be his forever, even in death, McKay was sure of it.
The third day, they had chained McKay to the wall in their cell and beat John to death in front of him. Then they had dragged them both down the hall and Rodney had watched John’s body put into a machine that brought him back to life. He’d never forget the relief that had enveloped him as eyelids fluttered open and bright green eyes met his. Fury and hatred nested in his gut as they were taken back to their cell and left alone.
The fourth day, they used John’s own gun to kill him. Five rounds in the chest. Then, as John lay dead on the floor of the cell—his life’s blood pouring through Rodney’s hands as he tried to needlessly stop the bleeding—their captors made a deal with McKay that he could not refuse.
“You will do what is asked of you.”
Rodney looked up at the woman who had become the center of his own personal hell, his blood soaked hands shaking. “As long as he lives.”
...
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Highlight: Violent– this is a very dark fic - characters die multiple times but survive in the end
Author on LJ:
keiramarcosAuthor's Website: KeiraMarcos.com
Link: In the Blood
Why This Must Be Read:
John and Rodney are being held prisoner in this dark tale, each used against the other to enforce obedience. Their escape and subsequent debriefings illustrate perfectly just how far they'll go to keep each other alive.
Excerpt:
“You will do what is asked of you.”
McKay lifted his head, tearing his gaze from John Sheppard’s face. “He will stay in the healing machine as long as I do?”
“That has been our arrangement all along, Dr. McKay.”
“No one will touch him?”
“Your Colonel will be safe and in healing stasis as long as you do what is asked of you.”
Rodney nodded. “As long as he lives.”
- – - – - -
The first day they had both fought and lost. His body ached with the remembered pain – broken bones, ruptured organs, and the knowledge that he was dying and that John was dying right beside him. Rodney had never known such agony and had never expected such peace at the end. The pain had drifted away in those last few moments as John’s fingers had curled around his wrist for what he thought would be the last time. It fit, he’d thought. It fit that he would die with John because he couldn’t imagine living without him.
Then they woke – whole, new, and very much alive. He’d turned and found John lying on the floor beside him. Rodney had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. It must have shown on his face—his relief, the love he’d never spoken aloud—because John’s eyes had widened in shock and then settled into what looked like relief.
The second day, they had been left in peace. Rodney hated them for that perfect day. That beautiful day where John had sat beside him on the floor of their small, vividly white cell and held his hand. They had said little that was important, and had old arguments about Star Wars to pass the time. If he let himself think about it too hard, he could still feel John’s hand in his because the knowledge of it was burned into his soul. He would remember that feeling always. That memory would be his forever, even in death, McKay was sure of it.
The third day, they had chained McKay to the wall in their cell and beat John to death in front of him. Then they had dragged them both down the hall and Rodney had watched John’s body put into a machine that brought him back to life. He’d never forget the relief that had enveloped him as eyelids fluttered open and bright green eyes met his. Fury and hatred nested in his gut as they were taken back to their cell and left alone.
The fourth day, they used John’s own gun to kill him. Five rounds in the chest. Then, as John lay dead on the floor of the cell—his life’s blood pouring through Rodney’s hands as he tried to needlessly stop the bleeding—their captors made a deal with McKay that he could not refuse.
“You will do what is asked of you.”
Rodney looked up at the woman who had become the center of his own personal hell, his blood soaked hands shaking. “As long as he lives.”
...
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Date: 2012-05-26 09:46 pm (UTC)I'm trying to read this one, but the links are not going to the specific story, I'll poke around at the website.
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Date: 2012-05-26 10:11 pm (UTC)