Ninja Kitty (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beadattitude) wrote in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} mcsmooch,@ 2008-03-27 01:35:00 |
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Ficlet: Fallout
Inspired bymotari's manip here.
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John couldn’t look at him during the briefing. In fact, it pretty much took all his concentration to keep his voice level and calm as he reported to Sam. Dispassionate.
Still, the light bounced off the butterfly bandage on Rodney’s cheek, and John knew where every visible bruise was.
He didn’t want to think about the bruises he couldn’t see. He didn’t want to think about the two hours they couldn’t find Rodney. He didn’t want to think about this day at all. He just wanted to go for a run. Eat. Sleep.
Not like this was the first time. Rescuing each other was practically an art form by now. The team was home, safe. He should be content, but he was really, really... not.
Teyla’s grave eyes caught his as he rose from his chair. She would touch him if he didn’t get out of here, soothe him, talk to him and he didn’t…
Ronon clapped him on the shoulder, nearly knocked him over so he could hang on, keep John from flying apart. John hadn’t felt him come up on his flank. Stupid. Stupid.
Sam looked at him across the room, just a glance as she listened to Rodney, a half-smile that nearly suffocated him with understanding.
John got out of there as fast as he could. He had no idea what he said to any of them, but no one was shouting as he walked away, so he counted it a win.
Rodney made it to the transporter just as John was stepping inside, hands flying, marveling about all the pretty new minerals some other team had found off-world today. John breathed through his nose, looked at his boots, and hit the button for staff quarters.
John walked away and Rodney was still talking, though John wasn’t listening anymore. He was just trying to get to his quarters without thinking about all the things that could have happened today, but didn’t. All the things his imagination so vividly supplied as he searched for Rodney.
He didn't think about the blood on Rodney's face when he found him, or the bruises on his skin. The skin he wanted to check every inch of, just to make sure. To be completely sure.
Of course Rodney followed him into his room. “What is with you?” he asked, genuinely unaware.
Not turning, John sighed and hung his head. The blood on Rodney's face and the tilt of his chin and his eyes so so blue.
“Hey,” Rodney ventured softly, creeping closer. “We’re okay. We all got home okay. I got slightly captured; you found me; no harm done.”
Growling with frustration, John wheeled around, took two steps and hauled Rodney in for a kiss. No gentle first-time exploration, just grabbing his face and taking him back from people who hurt him.
Rodney stumbled slightly, his knees buckling, but he steadied himself and gave John everything, stubbly soft skin, lush mouth, strong arms and a slight medicinal smell rapidly being overpowered by warm, good, spicy-sweaty Rodney. He made a soft, yearning noise against John’s lips and pressed closer.
John half-sobbed in response, shaking with relief, and finally, finally accepted they were home, and safe.
Inspired by
motari's manip here. ~*~*~*~*~*~
John couldn’t look at him during the briefing. In fact, it pretty much took all his concentration to keep his voice level and calm as he reported to Sam. Dispassionate.
Still, the light bounced off the butterfly bandage on Rodney’s cheek, and John knew where every visible bruise was.
He didn’t want to think about the bruises he couldn’t see. He didn’t want to think about the two hours they couldn’t find Rodney. He didn’t want to think about this day at all. He just wanted to go for a run. Eat. Sleep.
Not like this was the first time. Rescuing each other was practically an art form by now. The team was home, safe. He should be content, but he was really, really... not.
Teyla’s grave eyes caught his as he rose from his chair. She would touch him if he didn’t get out of here, soothe him, talk to him and he didn’t…
Ronon clapped him on the shoulder, nearly knocked him over so he could hang on, keep John from flying apart. John hadn’t felt him come up on his flank. Stupid. Stupid.
Sam looked at him across the room, just a glance as she listened to Rodney, a half-smile that nearly suffocated him with understanding.
John got out of there as fast as he could. He had no idea what he said to any of them, but no one was shouting as he walked away, so he counted it a win.
Rodney made it to the transporter just as John was stepping inside, hands flying, marveling about all the pretty new minerals some other team had found off-world today. John breathed through his nose, looked at his boots, and hit the button for staff quarters.
John walked away and Rodney was still talking, though John wasn’t listening anymore. He was just trying to get to his quarters without thinking about all the things that could have happened today, but didn’t. All the things his imagination so vividly supplied as he searched for Rodney.
He didn't think about the blood on Rodney's face when he found him, or the bruises on his skin. The skin he wanted to check every inch of, just to make sure. To be completely sure.
Of course Rodney followed him into his room. “What is with you?” he asked, genuinely unaware.
Not turning, John sighed and hung his head. The blood on Rodney's face and the tilt of his chin and his eyes so so blue.
“Hey,” Rodney ventured softly, creeping closer. “We’re okay. We all got home okay. I got slightly captured; you found me; no harm done.”
Growling with frustration, John wheeled around, took two steps and hauled Rodney in for a kiss. No gentle first-time exploration, just grabbing his face and taking him back from people who hurt him.
Rodney stumbled slightly, his knees buckling, but he steadied himself and gave John everything, stubbly soft skin, lush mouth, strong arms and a slight medicinal smell rapidly being overpowered by warm, good, spicy-sweaty Rodney. He made a soft, yearning noise against John’s lips and pressed closer.
John half-sobbed in response, shaking with relief, and finally, finally accepted they were home, and safe.
