[Stargate: Drabble] "Talking Through" [John/Rodney, G]
Title: Talking Through
Prompt: writerverse challenge #18 quick fic #6 (‘word vomit’ & ‘overpowering’)
Bonus? present tense
Word Count: 210
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: John will be all right, as long as Rodney keeps talking.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Talking Through
A lot of the time, Rodney talks too much. Even John, who right from the beginning found him more entertaining than annoying, just wants him to shut up sometimes.
And sometimes, the only thing in the universe that John needs is for Rodney to keep talking, a steady constant as the world spins around him. With Rodney’s arm firmly around his waist, and Rodney’s voice in his ear, he feels a little less like he’s about to float away on the waves of pain that threaten to overwhelm him with every step.
It’s nothing life-threatening, not even any major injuries- twisted but not broken ankle, skinned knee, at least three bruised ribs, plus other assorted cuts and scrapes- but combined, they’re somehow greater than the sum of their parts.
It’s probably the concussion but when Rodney falls silent, glancing sideways at John, he says, pleadingly, “Keep talking. Please.”
He stumbles on the next step, and Rodney tightens his hold, pulling John’s arm more firmly around his shoulders. There’s silence for another half-second, then Rodney starts talking again, faster than before, a tumbling diatribe against foolhardy colonels and their idiotic hair, and John is able to keep going, one foot in front of the other, through the wormhole and back home.
THE END
Current Mood:
crappy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #18 quick fic #6 (‘word vomit’ & ‘overpowering’)
Bonus? present tense
Word Count: 210
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: John will be all right, as long as Rodney keeps talking.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Talking Through
A lot of the time, Rodney talks too much. Even John, who right from the beginning found him more entertaining than annoying, just wants him to shut up sometimes.
And sometimes, the only thing in the universe that John needs is for Rodney to keep talking, a steady constant as the world spins around him. With Rodney’s arm firmly around his waist, and Rodney’s voice in his ear, he feels a little less like he’s about to float away on the waves of pain that threaten to overwhelm him with every step.
It’s nothing life-threatening, not even any major injuries- twisted but not broken ankle, skinned knee, at least three bruised ribs, plus other assorted cuts and scrapes- but combined, they’re somehow greater than the sum of their parts.
It’s probably the concussion but when Rodney falls silent, glancing sideways at John, he says, pleadingly, “Keep talking. Please.”
He stumbles on the next step, and Rodney tightens his hold, pulling John’s arm more firmly around his shoulders. There’s silence for another half-second, then Rodney starts talking again, faster than before, a tumbling diatribe against foolhardy colonels and their idiotic hair, and John is able to keep going, one foot in front of the other, through the wormhole and back home.
THE END
Current Mood:
crappy