Camping (F**king Freezing Challenge)
Author: reen212000
Category: Gen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: My toybox, their toys.
A/N: OMG, the muse of cheese hath struck again! Kept poking me, and I surrendered. And so here it is...
Camping offworld was always unpredictable, and this planet was no different. The night had turned cold, and Rodney McKay burrowed deeper in his sleeping bag. Outside the small tent, he heard shuffling and a crackling fire. Glancing over to the empty sleeping bag next to him, McKay surmised the colonel had rekindled the fire. Almost immediately he felt the warmth at his side of the tent. After a mumbled “Good night”, Sheppard crawled into the tent beside him.
“Got cold suddenly, didn’t it?” McKay said rhetorically.
Sheppard grunted in agreement, shrugging off his jacket. He zipped himself into the bag, hoping it would warm around him soon. They couldn’t get any closer to the fire, the colonel felt it was more important that McKay not complain. His body shuddered with a chill he hadn’t been able to shake since they arrived here. If he got sick again, Carson - no, Keller, he winced - would have a fit.
The planet was unsettling in itself. A nearby village had been culled recently, and the ruins around it revealed information on both the Wraith and the Ancients. It hummed like a wasp’s nest in the back of Sheppard’s head, inquiring, probing and relaying information. McKay finally found a way to redirect the inquisitive station, but not until after it gave the colonel a massive headache. Through the course of the day, Sheppard had raided all supplies of ibuprofen, and he swallowed the last two he could find, hoping it would keep the pain at bay until the next day.
Another shiver ran through his body, lasting longer than he wanted. Taking a deep breath, Sheppard listened for his teammates. Ronon’s staccato snores, Teyla’s graceful steps breezing across the grass, and Rodney’s snuffling lulled him into a daze. Soon, he was asleep, and the dreams began.
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McKay woke to mumbled words and whimpers. Peeking his head out of the warm cocoon, he saw the colonel sprawled half in, half out of his sleeping bag. Sheppard appeared to be in the throes of a bad dream as his head moved back and forth. The fire outside still burned, casting dim light into the tent. Rodney could see John’s body shivering in the cold, and reached out to wake him. He caught a flailing hand, trying to decide what to do next.
“Sheppard? You - you’re freezing! Wake up!” When there was no response from the colonel, McKay levered himself up out of his bag, unzipping it hastily. He got two fistfuls of the neighboring bag, and dragged it closer. Sighing heavily, his breath condensing in the cold air, he rose and collected shivering limbs, placing them back inside the cocoon. Zipping up one side, Rodney sealed in his team leader, gently patting a shoulder.
“Not snorin’”, John slurred, curling on his side. “Cold.” Then he was asleep again.
“Yes, Colonel.” Rodney decided to switch positions, which proved more difficult in the small tent. Ten minutes later, the colonel was sandwiched between the warm side of the tent and Rodney McKay. "Great. Now I'm awake."
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John Sheppard was fond of camping. Not especially now, with the miserable cold. But generally, he liked it. When he woke, he was shocked to find himself staring at the wrong side of his teammate. Lifting his head, John saw the wrong side of the tent, yet he was blissfully warm.
“Go back to sleep.”
He glanced over and saw Rodney opening tired eyes. “How’d you-”
“Don’t ask, Sheppard. Go back to sleep.”
The colonel wanted to argue, but found his eyes drooping closed. Surrounded by warmth and friendship, John scooted down into the sleeping bag with a smile, and closer to Rodney.
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end.
Category: Gen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: My toybox, their toys.
A/N: OMG, the muse of cheese hath struck again! Kept poking me, and I surrendered. And so here it is...
Camping offworld was always unpredictable, and this planet was no different. The night had turned cold, and Rodney McKay burrowed deeper in his sleeping bag. Outside the small tent, he heard shuffling and a crackling fire. Glancing over to the empty sleeping bag next to him, McKay surmised the colonel had rekindled the fire. Almost immediately he felt the warmth at his side of the tent. After a mumbled “Good night”, Sheppard crawled into the tent beside him.
“Got cold suddenly, didn’t it?” McKay said rhetorically.
Sheppard grunted in agreement, shrugging off his jacket. He zipped himself into the bag, hoping it would warm around him soon. They couldn’t get any closer to the fire, the colonel felt it was more important that McKay not complain. His body shuddered with a chill he hadn’t been able to shake since they arrived here. If he got sick again, Carson - no, Keller, he winced - would have a fit.
The planet was unsettling in itself. A nearby village had been culled recently, and the ruins around it revealed information on both the Wraith and the Ancients. It hummed like a wasp’s nest in the back of Sheppard’s head, inquiring, probing and relaying information. McKay finally found a way to redirect the inquisitive station, but not until after it gave the colonel a massive headache. Through the course of the day, Sheppard had raided all supplies of ibuprofen, and he swallowed the last two he could find, hoping it would keep the pain at bay until the next day.
Another shiver ran through his body, lasting longer than he wanted. Taking a deep breath, Sheppard listened for his teammates. Ronon’s staccato snores, Teyla’s graceful steps breezing across the grass, and Rodney’s snuffling lulled him into a daze. Soon, he was asleep, and the dreams began.
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McKay woke to mumbled words and whimpers. Peeking his head out of the warm cocoon, he saw the colonel sprawled half in, half out of his sleeping bag. Sheppard appeared to be in the throes of a bad dream as his head moved back and forth. The fire outside still burned, casting dim light into the tent. Rodney could see John’s body shivering in the cold, and reached out to wake him. He caught a flailing hand, trying to decide what to do next.
“Sheppard? You - you’re freezing! Wake up!” When there was no response from the colonel, McKay levered himself up out of his bag, unzipping it hastily. He got two fistfuls of the neighboring bag, and dragged it closer. Sighing heavily, his breath condensing in the cold air, he rose and collected shivering limbs, placing them back inside the cocoon. Zipping up one side, Rodney sealed in his team leader, gently patting a shoulder.
“Not snorin’”, John slurred, curling on his side. “Cold.” Then he was asleep again.
“Yes, Colonel.” Rodney decided to switch positions, which proved more difficult in the small tent. Ten minutes later, the colonel was sandwiched between the warm side of the tent and Rodney McKay. "Great. Now I'm awake."
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John Sheppard was fond of camping. Not especially now, with the miserable cold. But generally, he liked it. When he woke, he was shocked to find himself staring at the wrong side of his teammate. Lifting his head, John saw the wrong side of the tent, yet he was blissfully warm.
“Go back to sleep.”
He glanced over and saw Rodney opening tired eyes. “How’d you-”
“Don’t ask, Sheppard. Go back to sleep.”
The colonel wanted to argue, but found his eyes drooping closed. Surrounded by warmth and friendship, John scooted down into the sleeping bag with a smile, and closer to Rodney.
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end.