Trick - [Darkside Challenge]
Title: Trick
Author: shootingsilverstarlight a.k.a. shiny_starlight
Pairing/Genre: Slightly McShep, but really just mentions of it. Character Study.
Rating: PG, just to be safe.
Disclaimer Not mine. If they were, Cameron Mitchell would be killed in a horrible anaphalactic shock kind of way and Rodney would gloat a whole hell of a lot. Also, he'd make John go without for a loooooong time.
Warnings: Mentions of violence. Nothing really graphic
Spoilers: One spoile for Misbegotten.
Summary: The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convoncing the world he didn't exist.
Author notesI came up with the concept this fic way back in October. I was on a bus from Paris going back to the airport and i was bored and none of my friends like SGA so I had to make up my own fun. Huge thanks to crazy_obsessed for the super fast beta, because I just remembered it today and wanted to get it out tonight cos I thought that tonight was the night that the Darkside Challenge finished and this suited it perfectly.
People didn’t truly know him.
Of course, they thought they did. They saw the persona he projected, and they either liked him or hated him, but no one truly knew him.
He sat in the mess hall, bantering back and forth with his partner over coffee, and to the rest of Atlantis, all was right in the world. He smiled at Teyla and Ronon as they seated themselves at their table.
“Colonel, Rodney,” Teyla greeted then gracefully as was her way while Ronon just sat down and stole something from her plate. They all laughed at the look of mock outrage on her face, but she let him go with just a glare. He sat back and let the conversation wash over him.
These people. His team. His friends. His family. He cared for them, and that scared him. It had been a long time since he’d cared about anyone, and what scared him was the fact that he would do anything to protect them. Anything. Even kill for them. He’d gladly kill for them. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew that they would turn away from him if they ever found out who he really was, what he’d done, what he as capable of. But perhaps not the man seated in front of him. They’d been together for over a year now, and he’d see glimpses of the same darkness in his lover’s eyes that he knew was reflected in his own. Perhaps that was why they worked so well together.
According to his father, there’s always been something a little off about him. He’d always been a little too quick to resort to violence. Had a little too much fun beating up the schoolyard bullies that seemed to think the skinny loner kid was fair game. Had a little too much pleasure examining his father’s gun collection. At the time, his father had been a Major in the army, and he’d been stationed all over the country. And, being the good family man he was, he’d dragged his family with him whenever he moved so he could be with them.
It was only a matter of time before his son fell in with the wrong crowd.
Or was it the right crowd? The Major had called them a gang, and forbidden him from seeing them, but on some level, the old man must have known that just saying that wouldn’t stop him. For the first time in his life, he hadn’t had to hide who he was, hadn’t had to suppress his violent streak. His friends had been tough and mean, and he’d felt right at home.
They’d been involved in drugs, but weren’t stupid enough to take them. No, they’d dealt them, and when people couldn’t pay, well then, that’s where he’d come in. It was amazing, a little pain, a broken bone or two, a threat to do worse and people suddenly remembered the little stash of money that they’d squirreled away for a rainy day. That had been his function in the gang, and he’d been damn good at it, despite being so young.
And he’d liked it. More than like it. He’d loved it.
He’d dropped out of school, moved out of home and in with his boyfriend. His parents tried to stop him, but he just didn’t care about there opinion or their approval.
He still didn’t care about it when he was arrested for murder. He just didn’t want to go to jail. He’d be bored in prison, and get inventive and when he got inventive, people got hurt and he’d land in even more trouble than he was in now. So, he’d lied.
It was an accident, he’d told them. The knife had slipped. He’d only meant to scare him a little. He hadn’t expected him to move so suddenly.
Yeah. The only thing accidental about it was the cops finding the body sooner that they were supposed to.
His parents, fools that they were, had wanted to believe the best in their son. He’d spoken with a shaky voice, he’d had tears in his eyes and had gripped his mothers hand tightly when she’d come to see him. And she’d fallen for it. She’d begged his father to get him out of it, saying that he was a good boy that got a little lost. He’d fallen for it too.
Morons.
So, his father was on his side. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d had recently been promoted to Colonel and had some pull with the government, the fact that the guy he’d killed had been a homeless, lonely waster with no family or friends to push for his killers incarceration and the fact that he was still technically a minor, he’d still be in jail to this day.
He’d been put on probation, promised to change his ways. One false step they said, and he’d be in prison so fast his head would spin. The charges were dropped and his record wiped clean, because seriously, one less drug addict was one less problem for the police to deal with. He’d gone back home, gone back to school, gone to college and followed his ‘dreams’. He’d hidden everything, all his feelings and all his desires. He’d done a good job of convincing people he wasn’t the same person he had once been. He’d hidden it all. He’d even ended up here on Atlantis.
But the darkness never went away.
It was who he was. Deep inside, he knew he was a bad person. He had little care for others, besides those who had endeared himself to him for some reason or another. These people here: they trusted him. Thought of him as a good man. They were wrong. And it was only a matter or time before something that would set him off. Killing all those Wraith-turned-human’s on the plant had been fun. Just one little push and all those lives were snuffed out. Personally, he preferred the slow slice of a knife across flesh, but this was fun too.
It was hard sometimes, to hide it all. Hide his true feelings of distain for most of the weak idiots he encountered.
But then, he reminded himself, he was Rodney McKay.
He could do anything.
~*~
So, questions? Comments? For some reason, the idea of Rodney's father being in the military just tickles me. I'm wierd that way :o)
Author: shootingsilverstarlight a.k.a. shiny_starlight
Pairing/Genre: Slightly McShep, but really just mentions of it. Character Study.
Rating: PG, just to be safe.
Disclaimer Not mine. If they were, Cameron Mitchell would be killed in a horrible anaphalactic shock kind of way and Rodney would gloat a whole hell of a lot. Also, he'd make John go without for a loooooong time.
Warnings: Mentions of violence. Nothing really graphic
Spoilers: One spoile for Misbegotten.
Summary: The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convoncing the world he didn't exist.
Author notesI came up with the concept this fic way back in October. I was on a bus from Paris going back to the airport and i was bored and none of my friends like SGA so I had to make up my own fun. Huge thanks to crazy_obsessed for the super fast beta, because I just remembered it today and wanted to get it out tonight cos I thought that tonight was the night that the Darkside Challenge finished and this suited it perfectly.
People didn’t truly know him.
Of course, they thought they did. They saw the persona he projected, and they either liked him or hated him, but no one truly knew him.
He sat in the mess hall, bantering back and forth with his partner over coffee, and to the rest of Atlantis, all was right in the world. He smiled at Teyla and Ronon as they seated themselves at their table.
“Colonel, Rodney,” Teyla greeted then gracefully as was her way while Ronon just sat down and stole something from her plate. They all laughed at the look of mock outrage on her face, but she let him go with just a glare. He sat back and let the conversation wash over him.
These people. His team. His friends. His family. He cared for them, and that scared him. It had been a long time since he’d cared about anyone, and what scared him was the fact that he would do anything to protect them. Anything. Even kill for them. He’d gladly kill for them. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew that they would turn away from him if they ever found out who he really was, what he’d done, what he as capable of. But perhaps not the man seated in front of him. They’d been together for over a year now, and he’d see glimpses of the same darkness in his lover’s eyes that he knew was reflected in his own. Perhaps that was why they worked so well together.
According to his father, there’s always been something a little off about him. He’d always been a little too quick to resort to violence. Had a little too much fun beating up the schoolyard bullies that seemed to think the skinny loner kid was fair game. Had a little too much pleasure examining his father’s gun collection. At the time, his father had been a Major in the army, and he’d been stationed all over the country. And, being the good family man he was, he’d dragged his family with him whenever he moved so he could be with them.
It was only a matter of time before his son fell in with the wrong crowd.
Or was it the right crowd? The Major had called them a gang, and forbidden him from seeing them, but on some level, the old man must have known that just saying that wouldn’t stop him. For the first time in his life, he hadn’t had to hide who he was, hadn’t had to suppress his violent streak. His friends had been tough and mean, and he’d felt right at home.
They’d been involved in drugs, but weren’t stupid enough to take them. No, they’d dealt them, and when people couldn’t pay, well then, that’s where he’d come in. It was amazing, a little pain, a broken bone or two, a threat to do worse and people suddenly remembered the little stash of money that they’d squirreled away for a rainy day. That had been his function in the gang, and he’d been damn good at it, despite being so young.
And he’d liked it. More than like it. He’d loved it.
He’d dropped out of school, moved out of home and in with his boyfriend. His parents tried to stop him, but he just didn’t care about there opinion or their approval.
He still didn’t care about it when he was arrested for murder. He just didn’t want to go to jail. He’d be bored in prison, and get inventive and when he got inventive, people got hurt and he’d land in even more trouble than he was in now. So, he’d lied.
It was an accident, he’d told them. The knife had slipped. He’d only meant to scare him a little. He hadn’t expected him to move so suddenly.
Yeah. The only thing accidental about it was the cops finding the body sooner that they were supposed to.
His parents, fools that they were, had wanted to believe the best in their son. He’d spoken with a shaky voice, he’d had tears in his eyes and had gripped his mothers hand tightly when she’d come to see him. And she’d fallen for it. She’d begged his father to get him out of it, saying that he was a good boy that got a little lost. He’d fallen for it too.
Morons.
So, his father was on his side. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d had recently been promoted to Colonel and had some pull with the government, the fact that the guy he’d killed had been a homeless, lonely waster with no family or friends to push for his killers incarceration and the fact that he was still technically a minor, he’d still be in jail to this day.
He’d been put on probation, promised to change his ways. One false step they said, and he’d be in prison so fast his head would spin. The charges were dropped and his record wiped clean, because seriously, one less drug addict was one less problem for the police to deal with. He’d gone back home, gone back to school, gone to college and followed his ‘dreams’. He’d hidden everything, all his feelings and all his desires. He’d done a good job of convincing people he wasn’t the same person he had once been. He’d hidden it all. He’d even ended up here on Atlantis.
But the darkness never went away.
It was who he was. Deep inside, he knew he was a bad person. He had little care for others, besides those who had endeared himself to him for some reason or another. These people here: they trusted him. Thought of him as a good man. They were wrong. And it was only a matter or time before something that would set him off. Killing all those Wraith-turned-human’s on the plant had been fun. Just one little push and all those lives were snuffed out. Personally, he preferred the slow slice of a knife across flesh, but this was fun too.
It was hard sometimes, to hide it all. Hide his true feelings of distain for most of the weak idiots he encountered.
But then, he reminded himself, he was Rodney McKay.
He could do anything.
~*~
So, questions? Comments? For some reason, the idea of Rodney's father being in the military just tickles me. I'm wierd that way :o)