Observations by Barkeep -- Slave challenge
Title: Observations
Author: Barkeep
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slashy intent
Disclaimer: They're only mine in my constant beer-induced hallucinations...
Notes: Sort of a sequel to my entry for last week's challenge, Timing is Everything. _bettina_ told me that Beckett had to teach Ford a lesson. Naughty Ford.
:-)
Apologies for any mistakes, I'm trying to get this in under deadline.
Carson sighed and patted Rodney on the leg. “You’ll be fit as a fiddle in no time.”
“No permanent damage?”
“No, Major, no permanent damage. As long as he keeps the shoulder completely immobilized for two weeks and then does his exercises it should heal nicely.” Carson turned back to the bed and gave Rodney a pointed look. “And when I say completely immobilized I mean it. If I catch you sneaking your arm out of the sling so you can poke away at some ancient device I’ll have you back in here in restraints, understood?”
Rodney rolled his eyes but the effect was ruined by the fact that his eye was still swollen half shut and beginning to turn a rather uncomplimentary shade of aubergine. “Yes, Carson, I promise to be a good little boy. Can I please go now?”
“Certainly not,” replied the doctor. “You’ll be staying overnight for observation and,” he continued, raising his voice when Rodney attempted to interrupt, “if I’m not satisfied with your progress or your temperament tomorrow I’ll keep you until I see improvement.”
Rodney opened his mouth to argue but John reached out and placed a hand lightly on his mouth.
“He understands, Carson, and he promises to be a model patient because he knows,” John paused and gave Rodney a look that Carson couldn’t decipher. “He knows,” John continued, “that if he does then he’ll be released tomorrow and he’ll be able to sleep in the bed he prefers tomorrow night.”
Carson watched as the frown on Rodney’s face became a question to which John simply raised an eyebrow and then the question was replaced by something else. Something Carson wasn’t sure he even saw before it vanished behind Rodney’s normal façade of smug irritation.
“I understand.” Rodney said, removing John’s hand from his mouth.
Carson got the distinct impression that although Rodney verbally directed the answer at him; he was really speaking to the Major. Perhaps it was the way Rodney gave John’s hand a squeeze that was almost a caress as he pulled it away from his mouth. Or maybe it was the way they were looking at each other with naked lust in their eyes.
"Well," he announced loudly, "I'll just be going then. Rodney, just hit your buzzer if you need anything."
Sheppard at least managed to pull his gaze away and favor him with a grin and a wave. "G'night, Doc."
Carson shook his head and wandered back to his office. An hour later he'd managed to work his way through half the paperwork in his inbox listening to the low murmurs of conversation coming from the corner of the infirmary. Glancing at the clock he decided that he should go out and shoo the Major back to his own quarters. He was halfway out of his seat when he noticed a shadow lurking near the curtain between Rodney's bed and the infirmary's door. Quietly he stood and moved to his own office door, pausing when he realized that the shadow belonged to Lieutenant Ford.
The Lieutenant simply stood there, head cocked to the side, eavesdropping on Rodney and John's conversation. Carson was perplexed until the murmurs of conversation from Rodney's bed became whispers that became softly wet smacking sounds. It was at that moment that Ford moved, stomping his feet loudly before ducking around the curtain and announcing himself with a loud and cheery, "Hey there, Dr. McKay, how're you doing? Major, I didn't know you were here."
Carson stood rooted to the spot in complete astonishment as the two men desperately concocted some story about John checking Rodney's injured eye. Ford nodded, all wide-eyed innocence and gullibility, apparently believing their story.
Leaning out of his office, Carson called to the young lieutenant, "Ah, Ford, just the person I needed to see. May I have a word with you, lad?"
Ford grinned and ambled over. "Sure, Doc, what can I do for you?"
Carson gestured him into the office and shut the door. He regarded the smiling man for a moment before getting right to the point. "You did that on purpose."
Ford's grin didn't falter but his eyes looked warier. "What do you mean, Doc?"
"I saw you lurking behind the curtain, eavesdropping on John and Rodney. Why would you do that?"
Aiden stared at him for a moment, biting his lip. "Aw, Doc, it was an accident the first time."
"The first time?"
"When the door to the sauna opened and I came in and there they were, looking like kids that got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. You should've seen it, it was hysterical." Ford sobered slightly and added, "Except for Dr. McKay being hurt and all, I mean."
"So, it was so funny you thought you'd do it again?"
"Aw, it wasn't like that. I came to see if Dr. McKay was all right but they were having, you know, a moment." Aiden waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Carson. "And I didn't have the heart to interrupt them."
Carson raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"Well, and plus it was funnier to wait until they started kissing. Man, you should've seen the looks on their faces, it was priceless and that story they came up with? I could've done better when I was ten."
Carson fought a smile that was threatening to break out despite his best efforts. "Yes, well, it was wrong. Should I let Major Sheppard mete out your punishment?"
"Aw, Doc, you wouldn't rat me out, would you?" Aiden's smiled faded as Carson fixed him with a stern gaze. "Would you? You don't know what the Major would do to me. He'd make basic look like a vacation. You wouldn't do it, would you?" Ford asked earnestly.
Carson tapped his lip thoughtfully. "Well, someone has to punish you, Lieutenant. I suppose I could think of something... appropriate."
"Whatever you want, Doc, just don't turn me over to the Major."
"Very well, Aiden, I've been needing some help with a little problem. I think you might be the answer to my prayers." He smiled at the young man as he led them both from the office and towards the lab.
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"Be careful with that." Carson admonished gently.
"Sorry, Doc, I'm kinda clumsy." Aiden sighed and picked up another test tube. "I didn't realize you just wanted a dishwashing slave. I think this qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment."
Carson looked up from the reports he was reading. "My regular lab assistant was reassigned and I hate washing my own glassware, so it just piles up. Don't worry lad, you'll be finished in no time. Unless you wanted me to turn you over to Major Sheppard," he added slyly.
"I'm washing, I'm washing."
~~~~
Elizabeth walked quietly into the infirmary, it was quite late and she didn't want to wake any patients. She just wanted to stop by and see how Rodney was doing before turning in for the night. Carefully she peered around the curtain and froze. Huh. There was something she hadn't expected to see. She pulled her head back and contemplated what she'd seen for a moment and then took another peek. Yes, John and Rodney were necking.
Okay, well, she'd just track down Carson and get an update. Although, by the looks of things, Rodney was definitely on the mend. Unless he actually had one foot in the grave and John was working his way up to the sympathy f-- oh, for the love of Pete!
Elizabeth froze for the second time just outside the lab, listening to the voices coming from inside.
"Look, just put some more on the tip and work it in slowly. Take your time, you're not going to break anything, lad."
"Doc, I really don't think it's going to fit."
"It fit for my lab assistant, it'll fit for my new slave." Carson chuckled and added gently, "Give it another try, you might find it goes in easier if you just relax. You've got a death grip on that thing."
"Sorry, Doc. I'm just a little nervous, I've never done this before."
Elizabeth backed away from the door and fled down the corridor. There are just certain things that she just did not need to know about the people under her command. Briefly she wondered if there were any straight men at all on the Atlantis expedition. Just one, she thought, sending a brief prayer, just give me one straight man, that's all I ask.
She turned the corner and nearly ran into Kavanagh. He passed her, his face showing equal parts distaste and wolfish leer.
Sighing she opened the door to her quarters and flopped onto the bed. Well, there was always Teyla, she thought.
Author: Barkeep
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slashy intent
Disclaimer: They're only mine in my constant beer-induced hallucinations...
Notes: Sort of a sequel to my entry for last week's challenge, Timing is Everything. _bettina_ told me that Beckett had to teach Ford a lesson. Naughty Ford.
:-)
Apologies for any mistakes, I'm trying to get this in under deadline.
Carson sighed and patted Rodney on the leg. “You’ll be fit as a fiddle in no time.”
“No permanent damage?”
“No, Major, no permanent damage. As long as he keeps the shoulder completely immobilized for two weeks and then does his exercises it should heal nicely.” Carson turned back to the bed and gave Rodney a pointed look. “And when I say completely immobilized I mean it. If I catch you sneaking your arm out of the sling so you can poke away at some ancient device I’ll have you back in here in restraints, understood?”
Rodney rolled his eyes but the effect was ruined by the fact that his eye was still swollen half shut and beginning to turn a rather uncomplimentary shade of aubergine. “Yes, Carson, I promise to be a good little boy. Can I please go now?”
“Certainly not,” replied the doctor. “You’ll be staying overnight for observation and,” he continued, raising his voice when Rodney attempted to interrupt, “if I’m not satisfied with your progress or your temperament tomorrow I’ll keep you until I see improvement.”
Rodney opened his mouth to argue but John reached out and placed a hand lightly on his mouth.
“He understands, Carson, and he promises to be a model patient because he knows,” John paused and gave Rodney a look that Carson couldn’t decipher. “He knows,” John continued, “that if he does then he’ll be released tomorrow and he’ll be able to sleep in the bed he prefers tomorrow night.”
Carson watched as the frown on Rodney’s face became a question to which John simply raised an eyebrow and then the question was replaced by something else. Something Carson wasn’t sure he even saw before it vanished behind Rodney’s normal façade of smug irritation.
“I understand.” Rodney said, removing John’s hand from his mouth.
Carson got the distinct impression that although Rodney verbally directed the answer at him; he was really speaking to the Major. Perhaps it was the way Rodney gave John’s hand a squeeze that was almost a caress as he pulled it away from his mouth. Or maybe it was the way they were looking at each other with naked lust in their eyes.
"Well," he announced loudly, "I'll just be going then. Rodney, just hit your buzzer if you need anything."
Sheppard at least managed to pull his gaze away and favor him with a grin and a wave. "G'night, Doc."
Carson shook his head and wandered back to his office. An hour later he'd managed to work his way through half the paperwork in his inbox listening to the low murmurs of conversation coming from the corner of the infirmary. Glancing at the clock he decided that he should go out and shoo the Major back to his own quarters. He was halfway out of his seat when he noticed a shadow lurking near the curtain between Rodney's bed and the infirmary's door. Quietly he stood and moved to his own office door, pausing when he realized that the shadow belonged to Lieutenant Ford.
The Lieutenant simply stood there, head cocked to the side, eavesdropping on Rodney and John's conversation. Carson was perplexed until the murmurs of conversation from Rodney's bed became whispers that became softly wet smacking sounds. It was at that moment that Ford moved, stomping his feet loudly before ducking around the curtain and announcing himself with a loud and cheery, "Hey there, Dr. McKay, how're you doing? Major, I didn't know you were here."
Carson stood rooted to the spot in complete astonishment as the two men desperately concocted some story about John checking Rodney's injured eye. Ford nodded, all wide-eyed innocence and gullibility, apparently believing their story.
Leaning out of his office, Carson called to the young lieutenant, "Ah, Ford, just the person I needed to see. May I have a word with you, lad?"
Ford grinned and ambled over. "Sure, Doc, what can I do for you?"
Carson gestured him into the office and shut the door. He regarded the smiling man for a moment before getting right to the point. "You did that on purpose."
Ford's grin didn't falter but his eyes looked warier. "What do you mean, Doc?"
"I saw you lurking behind the curtain, eavesdropping on John and Rodney. Why would you do that?"
Aiden stared at him for a moment, biting his lip. "Aw, Doc, it was an accident the first time."
"The first time?"
"When the door to the sauna opened and I came in and there they were, looking like kids that got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. You should've seen it, it was hysterical." Ford sobered slightly and added, "Except for Dr. McKay being hurt and all, I mean."
"So, it was so funny you thought you'd do it again?"
"Aw, it wasn't like that. I came to see if Dr. McKay was all right but they were having, you know, a moment." Aiden waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Carson. "And I didn't have the heart to interrupt them."
Carson raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"Well, and plus it was funnier to wait until they started kissing. Man, you should've seen the looks on their faces, it was priceless and that story they came up with? I could've done better when I was ten."
Carson fought a smile that was threatening to break out despite his best efforts. "Yes, well, it was wrong. Should I let Major Sheppard mete out your punishment?"
"Aw, Doc, you wouldn't rat me out, would you?" Aiden's smiled faded as Carson fixed him with a stern gaze. "Would you? You don't know what the Major would do to me. He'd make basic look like a vacation. You wouldn't do it, would you?" Ford asked earnestly.
Carson tapped his lip thoughtfully. "Well, someone has to punish you, Lieutenant. I suppose I could think of something... appropriate."
"Whatever you want, Doc, just don't turn me over to the Major."
"Very well, Aiden, I've been needing some help with a little problem. I think you might be the answer to my prayers." He smiled at the young man as he led them both from the office and towards the lab.
~~~~
"Be careful with that." Carson admonished gently.
"Sorry, Doc, I'm kinda clumsy." Aiden sighed and picked up another test tube. "I didn't realize you just wanted a dishwashing slave. I think this qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment."
Carson looked up from the reports he was reading. "My regular lab assistant was reassigned and I hate washing my own glassware, so it just piles up. Don't worry lad, you'll be finished in no time. Unless you wanted me to turn you over to Major Sheppard," he added slyly.
"I'm washing, I'm washing."
~~~~
Elizabeth walked quietly into the infirmary, it was quite late and she didn't want to wake any patients. She just wanted to stop by and see how Rodney was doing before turning in for the night. Carefully she peered around the curtain and froze. Huh. There was something she hadn't expected to see. She pulled her head back and contemplated what she'd seen for a moment and then took another peek. Yes, John and Rodney were necking.
Okay, well, she'd just track down Carson and get an update. Although, by the looks of things, Rodney was definitely on the mend. Unless he actually had one foot in the grave and John was working his way up to the sympathy f-- oh, for the love of Pete!
Elizabeth froze for the second time just outside the lab, listening to the voices coming from inside.
"Look, just put some more on the tip and work it in slowly. Take your time, you're not going to break anything, lad."
"Doc, I really don't think it's going to fit."
"It fit for my lab assistant, it'll fit for my new slave." Carson chuckled and added gently, "Give it another try, you might find it goes in easier if you just relax. You've got a death grip on that thing."
"Sorry, Doc. I'm just a little nervous, I've never done this before."
Elizabeth backed away from the door and fled down the corridor. There are just certain things that she just did not need to know about the people under her command. Briefly she wondered if there were any straight men at all on the Atlantis expedition. Just one, she thought, sending a brief prayer, just give me one straight man, that's all I ask.
She turned the corner and nearly ran into Kavanagh. He passed her, his face showing equal parts distaste and wolfish leer.
Sighing she opened the door to her quarters and flopped onto the bed. Well, there was always Teyla, she thought.