Lord of the Sea (John/Rodney, kinda. PG)
Title: Lord of the Sea
Rating: PG
Word count: ~700
Pairing: John/Rodney. In a way. Um.
Warnings: Crack. I mean it.
Summary: Among the Goa'uld, Mer'deth was something of an oddity.
Notes: This is what happens when I don't sleep for two days and run a fever. For the cliche_bingo Bodysharing prompt (bingo card to be found here). Not beta-read, so any and all ( Read more... )
Rating: PG
Word count: ~700
Pairing: John/Rodney. In a way. Um.
Warnings: Crack. I mean it.
Summary: Among the Goa'uld, Mer'deth was something of an oddity.
Notes: This is what happens when I don't sleep for two days and run a fever. For the cliche_bingo Bodysharing prompt (bingo card to be found here). Not beta-read, so any and all ( Read more... )
There was nothing but black emptiness where the Goa'uld had been: vast and cold as the distance between the stars.
John bit back the scream clawing at his throat, and it lodged there like a stone, so full of anguish and fear and rage John thought he might die if it let it out, be torn apart the way Mer'deth surely had been. He clenched his jaw around it so tightly it immediately started aching.
"Hey," someone said softly, and John's eyes snapped open. It was Mitchell, expression gentle and hopeful and satisfied, like he'd just saved John's life. "I know this is probably--"
John flung himself out of the bed and into Mitchell, knocking the chair over and carrying both of them down to the floor. His hands were around the Colonel's throat, and he grinned inwardly in vicious satisfaction at how loud the crack was when the back of Mitchell's head struck the floor.
"Where is he?" John demanded, voice low and growling like a dog about to go for someone's throat. "Where did you put him?"
Mitchell was struggling to breathe, his hands prying uselessly at John's fingers. John had no doubt Mitchell was a better fighter than this, but he hadn't expected this attack, and John had no problem with killing him and Mitchell knew it. His eyes were huge and blue as the sky.
John lifted Mitchell's head a little, just enough so he could crack it again on the infirmary's concrete floor. "Where is he?" he snarled. "What did you do with him?"
Stupid--he'd been stupid. It hadn't even occurred to him that there would be other people in the infirmary; that they might call for help. He suddenly had two large men hauling back on his arms, lifting him bodily off the floor and away from Mitchell. John kicked and fought and bit and raged, but then Mitchell grabbed one of his flailing legs, and someone else took the other one, and the last thing John felt was his head being wrenched to the side, and someone plunging a hypodermic into his neck.
The dark that followed was just a new kind of emptiness, no less dark or cold.
TBC
(Um, should I keep posting these here? I'm not sure when I'll actually be able to finish an entire fic. Is this okay?)
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I intend to write more--just in between BB ficcing. :)
Thank you.
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Your offer of bribes is incredibly sweet, but certainly not necessary. I'll see if I can write more of this in between the Big Bang.
it would be a good idea to post it on my journal, but I don't actually post fiction to taste_is_sweet. I might have to just write the whole thing then put it on wraithbait.com or something.
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So, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit. I'm sorry!
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I will eventually finish this and put it all together, though. No worries.
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Thank you for letting me know about Lavvyan's latest installment. I really enjoyed reading it (and haven't let her know yet, I think. Oops). And thank you for the comment about my additions as well! I promise I'll finish it once my Big Bang contribution is done.
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The problem with these snippets is that I always want to read more, but you haven't written it yet! D: *hopes that you have lots of free time between writing SGA BB*
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