A Wake-Up Crash by WonkyElk (T)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairings: Rodney/John
Categories: slash, whump, light angst, first kiss
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 4,133
Author's Journal:wonkyelk
Author's Website: WonkyElk on AO3
Link: A Wake-Up Crash
Author’s summary: John didn’t so much wake up, as slide bumpily into consciousness, by a process of painful degrees.
At some point he remembered he had eyes and how to open them, so he tried that, just for kicks.
It went badly.
Why This Must Be Read: If you love great whump and big emotions, this endearing fic by WonkyElk is just right for you.
You’ll laugh, your heart will ache, and you’ll suffer with them—but in the end, you’ll be happy with our two idiots in love. Of course, Rodney assumes the worst about getting into a relationship and has to be convinced by John… that is, once John has convinced himself to come out to Rodney in the first place. So go and read—this will absolutely brighten your day.
Talking was exhausting. But silence was too, in its own way. It forced them to focus on the pain they were in and the lack of anything concrete they could do about it. John had tried again to drag himself a little way, but the jolt of unsparing agony had caused him to pass out for a time and scare the hell out of Rodney.
He didn’t plan on trying that again.
“You know, maybe … now that we’re really, actually, going to …”
“What happened to no deathy talk?”
“Right, no, but … look, I know it’s not the done thing to talk about feelings and so forth, but …”
“Rodney. We’re going to get through this.”
“No, John, we’re not! And, and, I’m fine with pretending a little and trying to distract us from the pain and everything, but I can’t help thinking that … you and me, we have something a little more meaningful together, right? And I don’t want the last thing I say to you to be … ‘oh, hey, what about those Maple Leafs, huh?’ ”
John closed his eyes and tried not to reveal that ‘something a little more meaningful’, in his case, was a case of unrequited love so huge, he wrapped himself up in it at night, three layers thick; so deep that he wore it in his bones.
“Rodney, I …”
He stuck like that, unable even to choke out some pacifying avowal of friendship; something that said more than he could comfortably reveal and not nearly as much as he really felt.
“It’s okay, I know you can’t … I mean, you don’t have to break an emotional lobe or something. Just listen. Though, you do know that it’s really weird being the least emotionally incompetent part of this friendship?”
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairings: Rodney/John
Categories: slash, whump, light angst, first kiss
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 4,133
Author's Journal:
wonkyelkAuthor's Website: WonkyElk on AO3
Link: A Wake-Up Crash
Author’s summary: John didn’t so much wake up, as slide bumpily into consciousness, by a process of painful degrees.
At some point he remembered he had eyes and how to open them, so he tried that, just for kicks.
It went badly.
Why This Must Be Read: If you love great whump and big emotions, this endearing fic by WonkyElk is just right for you.
You’ll laugh, your heart will ache, and you’ll suffer with them—but in the end, you’ll be happy with our two idiots in love. Of course, Rodney assumes the worst about getting into a relationship and has to be convinced by John… that is, once John has convinced himself to come out to Rodney in the first place. So go and read—this will absolutely brighten your day.
Talking was exhausting. But silence was too, in its own way. It forced them to focus on the pain they were in and the lack of anything concrete they could do about it. John had tried again to drag himself a little way, but the jolt of unsparing agony had caused him to pass out for a time and scare the hell out of Rodney.
He didn’t plan on trying that again.
“You know, maybe … now that we’re really, actually, going to …”
“What happened to no deathy talk?”
“Right, no, but … look, I know it’s not the done thing to talk about feelings and so forth, but …”
“Rodney. We’re going to get through this.”
“No, John, we’re not! And, and, I’m fine with pretending a little and trying to distract us from the pain and everything, but I can’t help thinking that … you and me, we have something a little more meaningful together, right? And I don’t want the last thing I say to you to be … ‘oh, hey, what about those Maple Leafs, huh?’ ”
John closed his eyes and tried not to reveal that ‘something a little more meaningful’, in his case, was a case of unrequited love so huge, he wrapped himself up in it at night, three layers thick; so deep that he wore it in his bones.
“Rodney, I …”
He stuck like that, unable even to choke out some pacifying avowal of friendship; something that said more than he could comfortably reveal and not nearly as much as he really felt.
“It’s okay, I know you can’t … I mean, you don’t have to break an emotional lobe or something. Just listen. Though, you do know that it’s really weird being the least emotionally incompetent part of this friendship?”
