stargateficrec | Safekeeping by xparrot

Show: SGA
Rec Category: Gen
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagen, Ronon Dex
Pairing: None
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings: Severe allergic reaction, slavery
Author on LJ: xparrot
Author's Website: Archive of Our Own
Link: Safekeeping

Why You Should Read This: "Getting captured by slavers is bad enough, and then Rodney eats the wrong dessert..." I love Rodney whump, and I never pass up the opportunity to read allergy fic XD This is very enjoyable team fic, with lots of Rodney whump. The team faces two problems: Rodney having an allergic reaction, and the Team needing to escape the planet. The fic has xparrot's usual fantastic writing, and the fic creates a tension in the reader as they go along, first with Rodney's allergic reactions and then with the escape. I have repeatedly gone back to re-read this fic and will probably continue to do so :)

This, though, was no hypochondriac episode; Rodney's fingers clutching his were going cold like ice, and they were under key and guard and every medical supply was off in a junkpile somewhere—"Help!" John hollered, throwing back his head. "Help, damn it, you assholes, come HELP!"

Querulous mutters sounded from the nearby wagons, and a hard smack rattled the wooden wall. "John?" Teyla asked, her voice strong enough to carry and edged with panic. "What's wrong?"

"Rodney," John shouted back, "there was citrus in the damn dessert, he's having a reaction, and we don't have the stuff we need, the epi-pen, the pills—"

"Sheppard," Ronon's growl cut clear through the wood. "Put out your hand."

"What?"

"Now," Ronon said, "Teyla says I shouldn't risk throwing it."

John stretched to reach through the bars. Almost immediately his knuckles grazed the hard leather of Ronon's arm braces, and something cool and smooth was pressed into his palm. His fingers closed around it automatically—a tube, a little thicker than his thumb and light enough to be plastic, not metal.

He drew his hand back into the cage and blinked for a second at the gray cylinder, lined with writing too small to read in the dim light.

"John, did you get it?" Teyla asked anxiously.

"Got it," John said, and had no more time for confusion; Rodney's eyes were squeezed shut and the whistling breaths were barely choked catches.