MUD AND MOONSHINE BY tielan [LFWS #1 ROUND 4]
Title: Mud and Moonshine
Author: tielan
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: None
Prompt for the Round: Write a whump fic with John and ONE of his team. John POV.
MUD AND MOONSHINE by tielan
John's legs burn as the shower spray rinses the gelatinous mud off his legs and arms. By the time he's out, the raw sting of his flesh has dulled to a relentless ache that pervades his every movement.
By the time he emerges from the decontam unit, the nearby chair is irresistable and he stumbles towards it, grabbing a towel on the way and dragging it around his waist.
His yelp of startled pain brings Teyla into the antechamber, Keller a step behind.
"John?"
Raw fingertips convulse in the towel around his waist; the nap of the cloth is like sandpaper. "I'm fine," he says, feeling slightly light-headed. "Just... stumbled."
They don't believe him - Teyla in particular - and he plunges on. "Can I get some clothing?"
He indicates the infirmary pyjamas Teyla's already wearing, her feet bare, her hands reddish beneath the burned honey skin. But she's shaking her head. "My people have found these organisms survive in material that holds even the faintest trace of the mud, John."
"Aren't I clean?"
Another exchange of glances, and it's Keller's turn. "Actually, Colonel, the organism's still in you. You've washed the mud off your skin, but your bloodwork shows you're still infected. How's your legs?"
"Burns," he says, and the words feel thick on his tongue. "Legs and hands. Wait. If Teyla and I got slimed and the things stays in us, why isn't she naked?" Muzzily, John thinks that didn't come out the way he thought it would. At least they're not laughing at him.
"Because the organism does not attack women as it does men," Teyla says, resting one hand on his shoulder. "Do you remember what I told you on the planet?"
He has vague memories of her voice encouraging him to keep calm, telling Rodney and Ronon to keep away and avoid infection, of her offering him a flask... "I had to take a drink?"
"Dr. Zelenka's moonshine," she agrees, and now he remembers the vicious smell and even more vicious taste of it. "Yes. As did I."
"Alcohol kills them."
"Yes."
"So...I'm gonna get drunk?"
"And you're still on duty." Keller smiles and makes for the door. "I'll send along the beer."
Teyla doesn't follow.
"You're staying?"
"Since neither Rodney nor Ronon are permitted." Teyla's head tilts in impish query. "Is that okay?"
His legs ache and his head is spinning, but he smiles, content. "Is fine."
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Author: tielan
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: None
Prompt for the Round: Write a whump fic with John and ONE of his team. John POV.
MUD AND MOONSHINE by tielan
John's legs burn as the shower spray rinses the gelatinous mud off his legs and arms. By the time he's out, the raw sting of his flesh has dulled to a relentless ache that pervades his every movement.
By the time he emerges from the decontam unit, the nearby chair is irresistable and he stumbles towards it, grabbing a towel on the way and dragging it around his waist.
His yelp of startled pain brings Teyla into the antechamber, Keller a step behind.
"John?"
Raw fingertips convulse in the towel around his waist; the nap of the cloth is like sandpaper. "I'm fine," he says, feeling slightly light-headed. "Just... stumbled."
They don't believe him - Teyla in particular - and he plunges on. "Can I get some clothing?"
He indicates the infirmary pyjamas Teyla's already wearing, her feet bare, her hands reddish beneath the burned honey skin. But she's shaking her head. "My people have found these organisms survive in material that holds even the faintest trace of the mud, John."
"Aren't I clean?"
Another exchange of glances, and it's Keller's turn. "Actually, Colonel, the organism's still in you. You've washed the mud off your skin, but your bloodwork shows you're still infected. How's your legs?"
"Burns," he says, and the words feel thick on his tongue. "Legs and hands. Wait. If Teyla and I got slimed and the things stays in us, why isn't she naked?" Muzzily, John thinks that didn't come out the way he thought it would. At least they're not laughing at him.
"Because the organism does not attack women as it does men," Teyla says, resting one hand on his shoulder. "Do you remember what I told you on the planet?"
He has vague memories of her voice encouraging him to keep calm, telling Rodney and Ronon to keep away and avoid infection, of her offering him a flask... "I had to take a drink?"
"Dr. Zelenka's moonshine," she agrees, and now he remembers the vicious smell and even more vicious taste of it. "Yes. As did I."
"Alcohol kills them."
"Yes."
"So...I'm gonna get drunk?"
"And you're still on duty." Keller smiles and makes for the door. "I'll send along the beer."
Teyla doesn't follow.
"You're staying?"
"Since neither Rodney nor Ronon are permitted." Teyla's head tilts in impish query. "Is that okay?"
His legs ache and his head is spinning, but he smiles, content. "Is fine."
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