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Rec Category: Radek Zelenka
Pairing: None
Category: Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Team, Character Study
Warning: Set during Season 2
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author's Website: Cybersyd's FF.N Account
Link: Posthumous Part of the Scene
Why This Must Be Read:
I don't normally read Gen. I'm more into reading about relationships, the build-up to one or the destruction of one, but in its own way, this brilliant story by cybersyd42 is a story of relationships. It is a poignant character study of Radek Zelenka and the team of SGA-1, where Zelenka is injured off-world. The prose is lovely, the interactions are believable and intriguing, and I promise you will enjoy this fic from start to finish.
Dim daylight illuminates a dark space. He is, as he thought, held half-upright against McKay’s chest, although he can only see McKay’s legs, and one arm, wrapped around his midriff. Teyla crouches in front of them, an open first aid kit beside her. She smiles when she sees he is awake, bright and warm and beautiful.
“Doctor Zelenka. How are you feeling?”
“How do you think he’s feeling?” McKay snaps. The words beat against Radek’s cheek. “Radek, you idiot, what are you trying to prove?”
He moves, trying to get away from the intimacy of McKay’s lap, and fails, embarrassingly. Optimistically Radek decides that Rodney is even less likely to spread word of this arrangement to the rest of Atlantis than he is, and he gives up, resigning himself to using McKay as a human beanbag.
His chest hurts. The pain is sharp and white and powerful, while the rest of him feels weak and lethargic.
“Radek?” McKay repeats, concern in his voice.
“They shot me,” he says, surprised.
Pairing: None
Category: Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Team, Character Study
Warning: Set during Season 2
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author's Website: Cybersyd's FF.N Account
Link: Posthumous Part of the Scene
Why This Must Be Read:
I don't normally read Gen. I'm more into reading about relationships, the build-up to one or the destruction of one, but in its own way, this brilliant story by cybersyd42 is a story of relationships. It is a poignant character study of Radek Zelenka and the team of SGA-1, where Zelenka is injured off-world. The prose is lovely, the interactions are believable and intriguing, and I promise you will enjoy this fic from start to finish.
Dim daylight illuminates a dark space. He is, as he thought, held half-upright against McKay’s chest, although he can only see McKay’s legs, and one arm, wrapped around his midriff. Teyla crouches in front of them, an open first aid kit beside her. She smiles when she sees he is awake, bright and warm and beautiful.
“Doctor Zelenka. How are you feeling?”
“How do you think he’s feeling?” McKay snaps. The words beat against Radek’s cheek. “Radek, you idiot, what are you trying to prove?”
He moves, trying to get away from the intimacy of McKay’s lap, and fails, embarrassingly. Optimistically Radek decides that Rodney is even less likely to spread word of this arrangement to the rest of Atlantis than he is, and he gives up, resigning himself to using McKay as a human beanbag.
His chest hurts. The pain is sharp and white and powerful, while the rest of him feels weak and lethargic.
“Radek?” McKay repeats, concern in his voice.
“They shot me,” he says, surprised.