Suicide Run by Salchat (T)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Categories: friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 5,465
Author's Journal:salchat
Author's Website: Salchat on AO3
Link Fic: Suicide Run
Author's summary: John decides it's now or never - he has to confront Rodney about how he feels, before his friend leaves Atlantis to begin a new life with Jennifer. But his big confession is more disastrous than even John expected...
Why This Must Be Read: This fic by the awesome Salchat is beautifully written, with such an artist’s eye for detail and description. The way she shows the emotional turmoil of both, seen through each other’s eyes, is incredible—painful and glorious in equal measure. It’s an emotional masterpiece, a journey through hell and back for both Rodney and John, but with the best possible outcome: finding the love of their lives.
Rodney sagged, all his muscles aching, his heart fluttering in his hollow chest, slowly, slowly coming back to its normal rhythm.
He was on the floor, beneath his desk, in his room, on Atlantis, on Earth, in the Milky Way. And John Sheppard, wearing his silly panda t-shirt, was sitting on the floor in front of him, lit by the yellow light coming from his nightstand. Because it was night. And he’d been in his bed asleep. And John…
“Sheppard?”
“Yeah, it’s just me.” His voice still had that soft, unfamiliar tone.
“Sheppard, what the fuck?” He’d been in his bed, asleep. And now he was on the floor, recovering from one of the most intense, trauma-induced, flashbacks, nightmares, whatever-the-hells that’d been.
Rodney covered his face and rubbed his eyes, shudders running throughout his body. He wiped away the tears and sweat with the hem of his t-shirt and then let his hands fall, weakness dragging his limbs down. “God, Sheppard, why? You’re a soldier! You should know not to do that! You should know not to startle me awake!”
There was a bruise forming on John’s jaw, a smear of blood on his lip and a matching one on his hand where he’d wiped it away. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry Rodney. I didn’t think…"
Rodney pressed his palms to his salt-swollen eyes again and spread out his fingers over his tight, aching forehead. "Didn't think what exactly?" He shuddered and sniffed. "God, that was horrible."
"I didn’t know. I mean, you're a civilian. I didn’t think you were like m- uh… like one of the guys."
Rodney caught that stumble, even through the thrum of adrenaline still pumping around his veins, but it didn’t halt his rising anger. "And by ‘guys’ you mean the soldier-boys and girls who go out and face all the danger? Who put their lives at risk on a daily, ongoing basis?"
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Categories: friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 5,465
Author's Journal:
salchatAuthor's Website: Salchat on AO3
Link Fic: Suicide Run
Author's summary: John decides it's now or never - he has to confront Rodney about how he feels, before his friend leaves Atlantis to begin a new life with Jennifer. But his big confession is more disastrous than even John expected...
Why This Must Be Read: This fic by the awesome Salchat is beautifully written, with such an artist’s eye for detail and description. The way she shows the emotional turmoil of both, seen through each other’s eyes, is incredible—painful and glorious in equal measure. It’s an emotional masterpiece, a journey through hell and back for both Rodney and John, but with the best possible outcome: finding the love of their lives.
Rodney sagged, all his muscles aching, his heart fluttering in his hollow chest, slowly, slowly coming back to its normal rhythm.
He was on the floor, beneath his desk, in his room, on Atlantis, on Earth, in the Milky Way. And John Sheppard, wearing his silly panda t-shirt, was sitting on the floor in front of him, lit by the yellow light coming from his nightstand. Because it was night. And he’d been in his bed asleep. And John…
“Sheppard?”
“Yeah, it’s just me.” His voice still had that soft, unfamiliar tone.
“Sheppard, what the fuck?” He’d been in his bed, asleep. And now he was on the floor, recovering from one of the most intense, trauma-induced, flashbacks, nightmares, whatever-the-hells that’d been.
Rodney covered his face and rubbed his eyes, shudders running throughout his body. He wiped away the tears and sweat with the hem of his t-shirt and then let his hands fall, weakness dragging his limbs down. “God, Sheppard, why? You’re a soldier! You should know not to do that! You should know not to startle me awake!”
There was a bruise forming on John’s jaw, a smear of blood on his lip and a matching one on his hand where he’d wiped it away. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry Rodney. I didn’t think…"
Rodney pressed his palms to his salt-swollen eyes again and spread out his fingers over his tight, aching forehead. "Didn't think what exactly?" He shuddered and sniffed. "God, that was horrible."
"I didn’t know. I mean, you're a civilian. I didn’t think you were like m- uh… like one of the guys."
Rodney caught that stumble, even through the thrum of adrenaline still pumping around his veins, but it didn’t halt his rising anger. "And by ‘guys’ you mean the soldier-boys and girls who go out and face all the danger? Who put their lives at risk on a daily, ongoing basis?"
