Reset by teh_bug
Title: reset
Author:
teh_bug
Rating: PG
Words: 911
Category: Gen with some strong friendship/debatably slashy elements
Summary: If at first you don't succeed, start over and try again.
It starts with the sound of screams and blue eyes and no, no, no, oh God, oh God, this wasn't supposed to happen.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
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"Zelenka!"
"Yes, Rodney, I know," Radek sighs. "I know what happened to the mice, I know what was supposed to happen, and I know you think it's a waste of time. However, I still think we are making significant progess towards a better version of the gene therapy."
Hold on....
"You're a doctor?"
Radek rolls his eyes, mutters something in Czech, realizes that he isn't joking and stares. "Yes....and so are you."
"No, no, no. Not a Ph.D doctor, but one of those doctors that do the poking with the needles and the drawing blood and never take me seriously when I tell them about my citrus allergy."
"You aren't allergic to citrus," Radek answers automatically. "But yes, I am....and you know this. You've known this since we met and you accused me of being Russian and performing inhumane medical experiments on you instead of the mice."
This wasn't supposed to happen.....
Radek frowns. "Are you feeling okay, Rodney?"
He shakes his head. "I must've...."
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Radek blinks slowly, slumped against a wall."Oh, you're still alive."
Why wouldn't....
The feeding mark stands out above the other scars like a beacon on his chest.
Oh God.
Radek blinks again, drained, exhausted, hollow. "What are you doing here?"
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"This isn't right!"
"What isn't right, Rodney?" Radek's eyes are sympathetic blue and his smile is soft and sincere.
"All of it," he gestures around them. "This...this room. You. Me. It-it..."
Radek nods and jots something down on the notepad in front of him. "Can you pinpoint what it is that makes you feel that it isn't right?"
He watches the words form behind Radek's pen. "Yes."
"And is there anything you can do about it?"
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"Don't send me back, don't send me back, please, don't send me back." Radek sobs breathlessly. His hair is matted and clothes are rags and reeking. He reaches for him with dirty, skeleton fingers and frantic desperation. "Please," he begs, in Ancient, "Don't send me back."
"I'm sorry," He says, "I'm so sorry."
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Radek's eyes are golden.
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"Visser Three!" Radek starts out desperately. "I can explain! It-it was a power fluctuation, a-a minor malfuction. I-I...it won't happen again! We-we've taken care of the prob-"
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Radek grins lazily, and sprawls like he's twenty. "Or we could do it right here, out in the open, on a lab table, where anyone could walk in and see us. That would work too."
He quirks his head to the side and frowns questioningly. "This seems familiar... We haven't done this before, have we?"
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The pigeon (dove? fat swallow? seriously?) on Radek's shoulder coos and Radek strokes it absentmindedly.
"Rodney?" He frowns. "What's going on? What are you doing?"
"Don't worry about it."
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"Fingers in the universe, tearin' all the seams," Radek sing-songs and traces patterns in the air. "Fingers in the universe, makin' all new dreams." He tilts his head to the side and pauses. "We're not watercolors, you know."
"What?" This is wrong, wrong, so wrong.....
His blue eyes twirl sickly. "We're not watercolors, Rodney, we're not supposed to blur together." Radek bites his lip and tilts his head to the other side. "Or maybe we are. I don't remember."
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"I don't get it...you shouldn't..."
Radek laughs bitterly and takes another drag off his cigarette. "Did you really think there wouldn't be any consequences when you started screwing with time and space, McKay?" He drums on the table and the gears whir inside his mechanical arm.
"You're not supposed to remember..."
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"You're not supposed to remember!"
"I don't remember, Rodney! That's why I asked you!" Radek snaps. He sighs, takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. "I just know something's wrong. There's more than just you in the world, you know. I have a whole base of people to be concerned with."
He's wearing commander red.
"I'm sorry, I have to fix this..."
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There's a snarl of something gutteral and not Czech and that's his only warning before he's bodyslammed against the wall.
"The hell do you think you're doing, McKay?!" The accent (Russian? German? Slovak?) harshes Radek's words. There's a flash of military insignia and no, no, no, oh please work, no....
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"I'm fixing it it! I'm cleaning up my mistakes!" He shouts. This is wrong too. It doesn't matter. "Isn't that what you always want me to do? I'm taking responsibility for my actions!"
"You're running!" Radek shoots back. He's missing his accent and his glasses. "You messed up and now you're trying go back and do it over again! That's not taking responsibility, it's pretending it never happened! What's done is done, McKay, you can't change it!"
"Yes, I can! Yes, I can! I can fix this! Trust me!"
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"Please, Rodney, stop this," Radek pleads. He has a rosary wrapped around his hand (priest? pastor? just pious?) and those blue, blue eyes are tired. "You can't fix this." His eyes flash with understanding and unwanted compassion. "Rodney," He says softly, kindly. "You can't fix the whole world by yourself."
He snorts a laugh. "I'm not trying to."
Behind him, John gasps into a mask and claws at his restraints.
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Author:
teh_bug
Rating: PG
Words: 911
Category: Gen with some strong friendship/debatably slashy elements
Summary: If at first you don't succeed, start over and try again.
It starts with the sound of screams and blue eyes and no, no, no, oh God, oh God, this wasn't supposed to happen.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
reset
"Zelenka!"
"Yes, Rodney, I know," Radek sighs. "I know what happened to the mice, I know what was supposed to happen, and I know you think it's a waste of time. However, I still think we are making significant progess towards a better version of the gene therapy."
Hold on....
"You're a doctor?"
Radek rolls his eyes, mutters something in Czech, realizes that he isn't joking and stares. "Yes....and so are you."
"No, no, no. Not a Ph.D doctor, but one of those doctors that do the poking with the needles and the drawing blood and never take me seriously when I tell them about my citrus allergy."
"You aren't allergic to citrus," Radek answers automatically. "But yes, I am....and you know this. You've known this since we met and you accused me of being Russian and performing inhumane medical experiments on you instead of the mice."
This wasn't supposed to happen.....
Radek frowns. "Are you feeling okay, Rodney?"
He shakes his head. "I must've...."
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Radek blinks slowly, slumped against a wall."Oh, you're still alive."
Why wouldn't....
The feeding mark stands out above the other scars like a beacon on his chest.
Oh God.
Radek blinks again, drained, exhausted, hollow. "What are you doing here?"
reset
"This isn't right!"
"What isn't right, Rodney?" Radek's eyes are sympathetic blue and his smile is soft and sincere.
"All of it," he gestures around them. "This...this room. You. Me. It-it..."
Radek nods and jots something down on the notepad in front of him. "Can you pinpoint what it is that makes you feel that it isn't right?"
He watches the words form behind Radek's pen. "Yes."
"And is there anything you can do about it?"
reset
"Don't send me back, don't send me back, please, don't send me back." Radek sobs breathlessly. His hair is matted and clothes are rags and reeking. He reaches for him with dirty, skeleton fingers and frantic desperation. "Please," he begs, in Ancient, "Don't send me back."
"I'm sorry," He says, "I'm so sorry."
reset
Radek's eyes are golden.
reset
"Visser Three!" Radek starts out desperately. "I can explain! It-it was a power fluctuation, a-a minor malfuction. I-I...it won't happen again! We-we've taken care of the prob-"
reset
Radek grins lazily, and sprawls like he's twenty. "Or we could do it right here, out in the open, on a lab table, where anyone could walk in and see us. That would work too."
He quirks his head to the side and frowns questioningly. "This seems familiar... We haven't done this before, have we?"
reset
The pigeon (dove? fat swallow? seriously?) on Radek's shoulder coos and Radek strokes it absentmindedly.
"Rodney?" He frowns. "What's going on? What are you doing?"
"Don't worry about it."
reset
"Fingers in the universe, tearin' all the seams," Radek sing-songs and traces patterns in the air. "Fingers in the universe, makin' all new dreams." He tilts his head to the side and pauses. "We're not watercolors, you know."
"What?" This is wrong, wrong, so wrong.....
His blue eyes twirl sickly. "We're not watercolors, Rodney, we're not supposed to blur together." Radek bites his lip and tilts his head to the other side. "Or maybe we are. I don't remember."
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"I don't get it...you shouldn't..."
Radek laughs bitterly and takes another drag off his cigarette. "Did you really think there wouldn't be any consequences when you started screwing with time and space, McKay?" He drums on the table and the gears whir inside his mechanical arm.
"You're not supposed to remember..."
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"You're not supposed to remember!"
"I don't remember, Rodney! That's why I asked you!" Radek snaps. He sighs, takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. "I just know something's wrong. There's more than just you in the world, you know. I have a whole base of people to be concerned with."
He's wearing commander red.
"I'm sorry, I have to fix this..."
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There's a snarl of something gutteral and not Czech and that's his only warning before he's bodyslammed against the wall.
"The hell do you think you're doing, McKay?!" The accent (Russian? German? Slovak?) harshes Radek's words. There's a flash of military insignia and no, no, no, oh please work, no....
reset
"I'm fixing it it! I'm cleaning up my mistakes!" He shouts. This is wrong too. It doesn't matter. "Isn't that what you always want me to do? I'm taking responsibility for my actions!"
"You're running!" Radek shoots back. He's missing his accent and his glasses. "You messed up and now you're trying go back and do it over again! That's not taking responsibility, it's pretending it never happened! What's done is done, McKay, you can't change it!"
"Yes, I can! Yes, I can! I can fix this! Trust me!"
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"Please, Rodney, stop this," Radek pleads. He has a rosary wrapped around his hand (priest? pastor? just pious?) and those blue, blue eyes are tired. "You can't fix this." His eyes flash with understanding and unwanted compassion. "Rodney," He says softly, kindly. "You can't fix the whole world by yourself."
He snorts a laugh. "I'm not trying to."
Behind him, John gasps into a mask and claws at his restraints.
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