stargateficrec | Three Times John Sheppard Woke Up in the Infirmary (and one time he didn't) by Bussaikko (NC17)

Show: SGA

Rec Category: Alternate Unierse
Characters: Vegas!Sheppard, Vegas!McKay, Jack O'Neill, Jeannie Miller, Elizabeth Weir, Steven Caldwell
Pairings: Vegas!Sheppard/Vegas!McKay
Categories: Slash, Alternate Universe - Vegas, romance,
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:

busaikko
Author's Website: Bussaikko
Author's Website: Bussaikko on Wraithbait
Author's Website: Bussaikko on AO3

Link: Three Times John Sheppard Woke Up in the Infirmary (and one time he didn't)

Why This Must Be Read: The Summary says: Total Canon AU, post-Vegas. Um. One would think the title self-explanatory. No? Okay. . . Four things busaikko would give Detective Sheppard if she could. Because we all know I'm a sucker for the happy endings. No, really.

I was always saddened that at the end of Vegas. How could they leave John to die alone in the desert? We this is one of those stories where he survives. Its four different times when John wakes up over the next few years and what is happening in his life. And just like Bussaikko I'm a sucker for the happy endings!

One: Detective Sheppard

John woke up and saw a brigadier general standing next to his bed. He rasped out a sir and attempted to salute before he remembered that he wasn't military anymore. He couldn't move his arm; he couldn't raise his head to see why. His whole body hurt, but the pain was drug-muffled.

The general put down the folder he had been reading and called a nurse, who called John honey while doing intimate things to him and feeding him ice chips, which he had thought only happened in television dramas. John was starting to remember some things. He thought he'd been shot by an alien, which was even more discomfiting than having a general look at him naked.

"I'm Jack O'Neill," the general -- O'Neill -- said. He had very dark eyes, and his gaze was uncomfortably direct. "You kept dying on us, and the doctors kept bringing you back. You'd be less of a problem dead. What are we going to do with you?"

The nurse said now, now, added notes to the electronic chart at the foot of the bed, and swished the curtains closed behind him. John stared back at the general.

"I want in," he said. His voice only broke a little. He was too tired to feign disinterest: he was hungry for it, Wraith-hungry, as if not belonging carried its own death sentence. He hadn't wanted something this much for years.

The general shrugged, loose-shouldered, and dropped into the visitors' chair. John had trouble turning his head to look at him, though he managed, and O'Neill grimaced when he realised this but didn't stand again. "Of course you do," he said.

"But this isn't a comic book, where oddballs and misfits save the world. The Stargate Program is run by the U.S. Air Force and the United Nations. Your military career was a wreck. Everything you've done since has been a disaster. You're pushing forty and have nothing to offer us."