stargateficrec | Soap and Water by blackchaps (Adult)

Show: SGA
Rec Category: Episode-Related
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:

blackchaps
Author's Website: Blackchaps' Pony Ride
Link: Soap and Water

Why This Must Be Read:

In this 'Trio' tag, a little hurt/comfort time in the shower leads to more for John and Rodney.

Excerpt:

"Wonder what the hell happened?" Lorne asked. "They look like they fell down the rabbit hole."

It was a good bet that the Genii were behind it. If it involved stupidity, they were to blame. He wasn't even being paranoid, just factual. "McKay looked okay. I'll go hit him up for information."

Lorne pointed idly at the floor. "Someone was bleeding."

John decided to hurry. He ducked into a convenient shadow near the showers and listened.

"Just get most of the dirt off. I'll send someone in to help." That was Keller again.

Rodney groaned loudly. "No. Just let me take it slow."

"McKay," Keller whined. John rolled his eyes. She sighed. "Fine. No painkillers until you get out."

Painkillers? John edged closer and was able to see her leave for her own shower on the girl's side. Rodney glared at the door for a moment and then elbowed it open. John couldn't miss seeing the bloody rag around Rodney's hand, and he moved fast.

"Rodney?" John locked the door. He knew his mouth was hanging open like a fool, but Rodney stayed turned away, and if anything, his shoulders rounded more. John tried again, "Buddy?"

"Go away, Sheppard." Rodney didn't sound pleased to see him. John controlled a slight wince at the simple but harsh words. He wasn't leaving. Rodney half-turned. "You had your fun."

A filthy rag slipped from Rodney's hand to the floor, and John felt his throat close. "What happened?" he forced out. He saw the shrug that became a wince and realized that Rodney wasn't going to undress - didn't want to undress. A tiny drop of blood seemed to hang in the air and then splatted on the floor near Rodney's boot. John couldn't make his brain think, and he'd seen an arrow in Rodney's butt for God's sake.

"Rope." Rodney took two steps away from him. "Can you leave me alone?"

John heard the slightly hysterical thread laced through Rodney's voice. Rodney was losing it, and it galvanized John into action. He took him firmly by the shoulders. "Hey, let me help."

A shudder went through Rodney's body. "It's my hands, you know?" The words were barely above a whisper.

"I know." John did. He carefully tugged at the filthy jacket. "Keller said your hands would be fine. She wouldn't lie."

"Yeah." Rodney made a terrible face as John pulled the jacket off him quickly. Quick was always better than slow. John was more disturbed than he'd admit at Rodney's silence. Yelling and complaining about every bit of pain was much more the norm. The trembling of Rodney's hands made John frown, and he could feel every harsh breath as if it were torn from his own lungs.

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