FIC: 4 Times Rodney told Carson "I hate you!" and one time he didn't (3/5) - Protect and Survive
Title: 4 Times Rodney told Carson "I hate you!" and one time he didn't (3/5) - Protect and Survive
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Kink: none
Categories: Drama, 5 times,
Warnings: escessive swearing, use of bad words
Rating: M (for bad words)
Teaser: "Half a minute," he whispered against the pale face on his chest. "Only half a minute. Just through the gate and we're back."
Word count: 1279
Prompt: lover100 # 056 - Trust
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: Thank you very much, inkscribe: you did a wonderful job betaing this "baby"! *hugs* The title is taken from the song with the same name by the one and only Runrig.
Locations: malesofatlantis, beckett_mckay, lover100, my lj
Previous parts can be found here:
1. Sunrise
2. Afternoon Delight
***
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
Erasure, "I love to hate you"
***
3. Protect and survive
Blood, it was way too much blood! Rodney frowned and clutched the lifeless body closer to his chest, completely ignoring the pain in his ankle. He could feel the looks Sheppard, Teyla, and Ronon were exchanging behind his back, but he didn't want to think about them right now.
It was all his fault! He felt hot tears streaming down his face, but he didn't, couldn't care less. He'd never get over it, if the man in his arms died. He pressed his hand harder on the bandage on the injured man's chest. Blood was welling against his skin, hot and red, with a gut-wrenching stench, seeping into the fabric of his uniform, but it all didn't matter.
"Come on! Don't do this to me," he pleaded and shrugged off the large hand that fell on his shoulder. "Don't touch me! I need another thermo-blanket, he's too cold."
Rodney didn't even bother looking up, as he anxiously watched the pale face resting against his chest. It was getting uncomfortable on the floor of the puddle jumper with a dying man lying half across his body. But he was bleeding from a large wound in his belly, temperature quickly sinking and if they didn't make it back rapido there was no way he'd survive.
"Come on, McKay," Sheppard tried.
"Don't you dare to 'come-on' me, you dumbass!" Rodney cried. Before he was able to shout out his rage, Teyla crawled closer and handed him another blanket. He didn't quite get what she said, whispering softly to him and the man in his arms. He wasn't even sure it was English, but her determined, gentle ministrations, and encouraging words definitely had a calming effect on him.
Before his inner eye the scene unfolded again, terrifyingly detailed. The shot rang in his ears, loud and painfully close. As he instinctively dropped to the ground, reaching for his sidearm, he heard the scream only a few feet from his side. He raised his head. Blood spilt from an obscenely large wound and blue eyes had fluttered close...
"Dr. McKay," Teyla's voice cut into his thoughts. "Are you all right?"
"No, I'm not," Rodney heard himself reply. He knew he was in a shock. He was shuddering and he felt his hand slowly numbing as he held the bloody bandage. "He's dying and I'm not and I was only two feet away and it could have been me ..."
He heard Sheppard murmur something and immediately felt the anger rise again.
"We will be back in Atlantis any minute, Dr. McKay," Teyla softly said. "A medical team will be waiting in the jumper bay and they will do everything possible." She touched his shoulder and he only nodded.
He heard Sheppard dial up the gate and felt his hopes getting up.
"Half a minute," he whispered against the pale face on his chest. "Only half a minute. Just through the gate and we're back."
The jumper slowed down and smoothly dipped into the event horizon. Rodney felt the familiar sensations take over and wondered how it felt to experience wormhole travels half dead. He hadn't finished the thought when he felt the jumper leave the event horizon in Atlantis.
Breathlessly he observed the landing procedure, felt the soft shaking of the jumper as it finally touched down and impatiently waited for the back door to slide open.
"Can't you open the door a little bit faster?" Rodney snarled over his shoulder.
"Will you try to be reasonable, McKay!" Sheppard shouted back, irritated, as the door slowly opened.
"I am perfectly reasonable, you stupid fucking son of a bitch! And if you'd paid attention, Colonel," He practically spat the title. "He's a scientist, not a goddamned soldier. You can't expect him to carry a gun and defend his life! And I swear, if he dies, Sheppard, I'll kill you with my bare hands! Now where are these goddamned medics?"
"They're here," a voice with a distinctive Scottish accent calmly replied. With one look the doctor assessed the situation as he stepped into the jumper.
"I need the stretcher here," he ordered and knelt down beside Rodney. Briefly his hand rested on Rodney's shoulder, squeezing him lightly. "Are you all right?"
Rodney looked up and into Carson's eyes, still clutching the other man to his chest. "Will Radek make it?"
Carson's heart ached at the sight. Rodney's uniform covered in blood, tears running down his cheeks and bleary eyes nervously flickering between him and Radek. "We'll do what we can, Rodney," he paused for a moment, then continued, "but you have to let go of him." He spoke softly, as if to a child and carefully tried to loosen Rodney's grip on Radek.
Rodney reluctantly let Radek's unconscious shape slide into the arms of Carson and Teyla. He didn't understand even half of the medical orders Carson gave to the paramedics, who helped lifting Radek onto the stretcher, but he heard Elizabeth Weir asking Sheppard about the mission.
"No," he heard Sheppard explain to Weir, using the whiny voice he always used when he was about to explain something he'd botched up. "It wasn't possible to expect that we were going to be ambushed."
As he limped out of the jumper, he noticed the medical team transferring Radek to the stretcher. He looked back at the colonel.
"For you, it's never expected, Sheppard," he growled, pointing his bloody finger at Sheppard.
Sheppard and Weir turned their heads, staring at him. Only then did Rodney realised how much blood actually seeped into his shirt and jacket.
"Rodney, are you all right?" Weir asked him with a frown.
"What's your guess, Elizabeth? Radek was shot only two feet from my position. And all Colonel Silly McStupid has to say is, that it was unexpected. Haha, can you hear me laughing?"
He didn't notice the looks Weir exchanged with Carson, Carson who suddenly was a step behind him. He felt a small sting at his elbow and two strong hands grab him. Turning around, he shot Carson an angry glare.
"It's only a mild sedative," Carson explained and patted his arm. "You'll sleep a few hours and feel better."
"How could you?" Rodney groused as he felt the sedative kicking in, his head becoming light and his limbs becoming heavy. "Maybe I don't want to feel better."
"No discussion," Carson replied and gestured towards the rest of his medical team. "I need another stretcher."
"I hate you." Rodney slurred the words and leaned heavily against Carson's shoulder. Carson smelled fresh and clean, and he was so warm and gentle and caring. It was an effort not to give into the temptation to wrap his arms around the man to try to find some comfort in his lover's embrace. He let strong hands guide him down on the stretcher and rested his head. Blinking a few times, he tried to focus on Carson's face above him.
"Will Radek be okay?" He asked anxiously, finally allowing his eyes to close. He was well aware how ridiculous he must sound, only he didn't care. He'd shouted at Radek, called him names and ridiculed him - never knowing how much the man really meant to him. So it was probably only fair that he made a fool of himself, asking that question, that way. But this was Carson and Carson was a doctor and he knew what he was doing, didn't he?
He felt Carson reach for his hand, gently squeezing it. "I'll do everything in my power, I promise."
Rodney smiled weakly and squeezed Carson's hand in return. And he seriously considered taking back the "I hate you" as he drifted off.
The other parts can be found here:
4. Secret Combination
5. The Greatest Flame
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Kink: none
Categories: Drama, 5 times,
Warnings: escessive swearing, use of bad words
Rating: M (for bad words)
Teaser: "Half a minute," he whispered against the pale face on his chest. "Only half a minute. Just through the gate and we're back."
Word count: 1279
Prompt: lover100 # 056 - Trust
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: Thank you very much, inkscribe: you did a wonderful job betaing this "baby"! *hugs* The title is taken from the song with the same name by the one and only Runrig.
Locations: malesofatlantis, beckett_mckay, lover100, my lj
Previous parts can be found here:
1. Sunrise
2. Afternoon Delight
***
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
Erasure, "I love to hate you"
***
3. Protect and survive
Blood, it was way too much blood! Rodney frowned and clutched the lifeless body closer to his chest, completely ignoring the pain in his ankle. He could feel the looks Sheppard, Teyla, and Ronon were exchanging behind his back, but he didn't want to think about them right now.
It was all his fault! He felt hot tears streaming down his face, but he didn't, couldn't care less. He'd never get over it, if the man in his arms died. He pressed his hand harder on the bandage on the injured man's chest. Blood was welling against his skin, hot and red, with a gut-wrenching stench, seeping into the fabric of his uniform, but it all didn't matter.
"Come on! Don't do this to me," he pleaded and shrugged off the large hand that fell on his shoulder. "Don't touch me! I need another thermo-blanket, he's too cold."
Rodney didn't even bother looking up, as he anxiously watched the pale face resting against his chest. It was getting uncomfortable on the floor of the puddle jumper with a dying man lying half across his body. But he was bleeding from a large wound in his belly, temperature quickly sinking and if they didn't make it back rapido there was no way he'd survive.
"Come on, McKay," Sheppard tried.
"Don't you dare to 'come-on' me, you dumbass!" Rodney cried. Before he was able to shout out his rage, Teyla crawled closer and handed him another blanket. He didn't quite get what she said, whispering softly to him and the man in his arms. He wasn't even sure it was English, but her determined, gentle ministrations, and encouraging words definitely had a calming effect on him.
Before his inner eye the scene unfolded again, terrifyingly detailed. The shot rang in his ears, loud and painfully close. As he instinctively dropped to the ground, reaching for his sidearm, he heard the scream only a few feet from his side. He raised his head. Blood spilt from an obscenely large wound and blue eyes had fluttered close...
"Dr. McKay," Teyla's voice cut into his thoughts. "Are you all right?"
"No, I'm not," Rodney heard himself reply. He knew he was in a shock. He was shuddering and he felt his hand slowly numbing as he held the bloody bandage. "He's dying and I'm not and I was only two feet away and it could have been me ..."
He heard Sheppard murmur something and immediately felt the anger rise again.
"We will be back in Atlantis any minute, Dr. McKay," Teyla softly said. "A medical team will be waiting in the jumper bay and they will do everything possible." She touched his shoulder and he only nodded.
He heard Sheppard dial up the gate and felt his hopes getting up.
"Half a minute," he whispered against the pale face on his chest. "Only half a minute. Just through the gate and we're back."
The jumper slowed down and smoothly dipped into the event horizon. Rodney felt the familiar sensations take over and wondered how it felt to experience wormhole travels half dead. He hadn't finished the thought when he felt the jumper leave the event horizon in Atlantis.
Breathlessly he observed the landing procedure, felt the soft shaking of the jumper as it finally touched down and impatiently waited for the back door to slide open.
"Can't you open the door a little bit faster?" Rodney snarled over his shoulder.
"Will you try to be reasonable, McKay!" Sheppard shouted back, irritated, as the door slowly opened.
"I am perfectly reasonable, you stupid fucking son of a bitch! And if you'd paid attention, Colonel," He practically spat the title. "He's a scientist, not a goddamned soldier. You can't expect him to carry a gun and defend his life! And I swear, if he dies, Sheppard, I'll kill you with my bare hands! Now where are these goddamned medics?"
"They're here," a voice with a distinctive Scottish accent calmly replied. With one look the doctor assessed the situation as he stepped into the jumper.
"I need the stretcher here," he ordered and knelt down beside Rodney. Briefly his hand rested on Rodney's shoulder, squeezing him lightly. "Are you all right?"
Rodney looked up and into Carson's eyes, still clutching the other man to his chest. "Will Radek make it?"
Carson's heart ached at the sight. Rodney's uniform covered in blood, tears running down his cheeks and bleary eyes nervously flickering between him and Radek. "We'll do what we can, Rodney," he paused for a moment, then continued, "but you have to let go of him." He spoke softly, as if to a child and carefully tried to loosen Rodney's grip on Radek.
Rodney reluctantly let Radek's unconscious shape slide into the arms of Carson and Teyla. He didn't understand even half of the medical orders Carson gave to the paramedics, who helped lifting Radek onto the stretcher, but he heard Elizabeth Weir asking Sheppard about the mission.
"No," he heard Sheppard explain to Weir, using the whiny voice he always used when he was about to explain something he'd botched up. "It wasn't possible to expect that we were going to be ambushed."
As he limped out of the jumper, he noticed the medical team transferring Radek to the stretcher. He looked back at the colonel.
"For you, it's never expected, Sheppard," he growled, pointing his bloody finger at Sheppard.
Sheppard and Weir turned their heads, staring at him. Only then did Rodney realised how much blood actually seeped into his shirt and jacket.
"Rodney, are you all right?" Weir asked him with a frown.
"What's your guess, Elizabeth? Radek was shot only two feet from my position. And all Colonel Silly McStupid has to say is, that it was unexpected. Haha, can you hear me laughing?"
He didn't notice the looks Weir exchanged with Carson, Carson who suddenly was a step behind him. He felt a small sting at his elbow and two strong hands grab him. Turning around, he shot Carson an angry glare.
"It's only a mild sedative," Carson explained and patted his arm. "You'll sleep a few hours and feel better."
"How could you?" Rodney groused as he felt the sedative kicking in, his head becoming light and his limbs becoming heavy. "Maybe I don't want to feel better."
"No discussion," Carson replied and gestured towards the rest of his medical team. "I need another stretcher."
"I hate you." Rodney slurred the words and leaned heavily against Carson's shoulder. Carson smelled fresh and clean, and he was so warm and gentle and caring. It was an effort not to give into the temptation to wrap his arms around the man to try to find some comfort in his lover's embrace. He let strong hands guide him down on the stretcher and rested his head. Blinking a few times, he tried to focus on Carson's face above him.
"Will Radek be okay?" He asked anxiously, finally allowing his eyes to close. He was well aware how ridiculous he must sound, only he didn't care. He'd shouted at Radek, called him names and ridiculed him - never knowing how much the man really meant to him. So it was probably only fair that he made a fool of himself, asking that question, that way. But this was Carson and Carson was a doctor and he knew what he was doing, didn't he?
He felt Carson reach for his hand, gently squeezing it. "I'll do everything in my power, I promise."
Rodney smiled weakly and squeezed Carson's hand in return. And he seriously considered taking back the "I hate you" as he drifted off.
The other parts can be found here:
4. Secret Combination
5. The Greatest Flame