Above The Knee by Casspeach (PG13)
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Show: SGA
Rec Category: Carson Beckett/Radek Zelenka
Characters: Carson Beckett Radek Zelenka
Pairings: Carson Beckett/Radek Zelenka
Categories: Slash
Warnings: Adult Themes
Author on LJ:
casspeach
Author's Website: Casspeach on Wraithbait
Link: Above Knee
Why This Must Be Read: This is a sad one but brightens to wards the end. This little fic makes me go aww in a slightly sad way
He looks at his hands as he goes through the old and comforting routine of scrubbing for surgery and wonders if it isn't a kind of betrayal that they aren't shaking. This is the only few seconds of peace that he's had over the past he forgets how many hours, this hurried smearing of familiar smelling antiseptic over his hands. The pattern so routine, so methodical as to be a calming ritual to him. Palms, one palm to the back of the other, reverse, between his fingers, ends of his fingers, thumb, arm to elbow. Rinsing with hands always above his elbows, water dripping onto his shoes and the floor and his scrubs as he turns, lifts the sterile towel, dries in the same careful fingers to elbow and never return way. He drops it into the waste bin, knowing full well that this is the only time that, should he miss, he would leave it for a nurse to tidy up after him. The gown goes on easily, quickly, routinely, but there's a difference this time compared to the myriad others he's done this, both here in Pegasus and at home. The nurse tying him in doesn't speak. There are no jokes at the expense of the patient, or the anaesthetist, no enquiries about Carson's plans for the weekends or tales of the latest escapades of the nursing staff. He realises then that they know. They probably all know, and presumably they don't care because he can't for the life of him pinpoint when they must have found out.
Rec Category: Carson Beckett/Radek Zelenka
Characters: Carson Beckett Radek Zelenka
Pairings: Carson Beckett/Radek Zelenka
Categories: Slash
Warnings: Adult Themes
Author on LJ:
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Author's Website: Casspeach on Wraithbait
Link: Above Knee
Why This Must Be Read: This is a sad one but brightens to wards the end. This little fic makes me go aww in a slightly sad way
He looks at his hands as he goes through the old and comforting routine of scrubbing for surgery and wonders if it isn't a kind of betrayal that they aren't shaking. This is the only few seconds of peace that he's had over the past he forgets how many hours, this hurried smearing of familiar smelling antiseptic over his hands. The pattern so routine, so methodical as to be a calming ritual to him. Palms, one palm to the back of the other, reverse, between his fingers, ends of his fingers, thumb, arm to elbow. Rinsing with hands always above his elbows, water dripping onto his shoes and the floor and his scrubs as he turns, lifts the sterile towel, dries in the same careful fingers to elbow and never return way. He drops it into the waste bin, knowing full well that this is the only time that, should he miss, he would leave it for a nurse to tidy up after him. The gown goes on easily, quickly, routinely, but there's a difference this time compared to the myriad others he's done this, both here in Pegasus and at home. The nurse tying him in doesn't speak. There are no jokes at the expense of the patient, or the anaesthetist, no enquiries about Carson's plans for the weekends or tales of the latest escapades of the nursing staff. He realises then that they know. They probably all know, and presumably they don't care because he can't for the life of him pinpoint when they must have found out.