Fic: Kinship (PG)
Title: Kinship
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Zelenka, Kavanaugh, O'Neill, Corrigan, Heightmeyer
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett, mini!O'Neill/Corrigan
Rating: PG for this part, but the series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: Mostly fluff
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 45 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Kavanaugh looked up as Nelson Gilchrist settled into the chair next to his bed. "Hello."
"Hey, how are you doing?" Gilchrist asked.
"Fine. Getting tired of spending time in the infirmary."
Gilchrist nodded. "I've heard." The chaplain studied the scientist. "I've also gotten the impression you aren't well-liked here, Mass. What's up?"
Kavanaugh's head jerked up and he hissed. "Don't go throwing that nickname around here. Please."
"Sorry. What do folks around here call you for short?"
"They call me Doctor or Kavanaugh. I don't need nicknames."
Gilchrist's eyebrows rose and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Uh-huh. If you say so. So, what's up with the Mister Unpopularity thing?"
Kavanaugh shrugged. "Got on the wrong side of some important people."
"And you're too stubborn to make amends."
"I wasn't the one in the wrong."
Gilchrist sighed. "Ma--, er, Kavanaugh, you don't have to be--"
"Nelson, please, don't give me the 'turn the other cheek' crap."
The Navy man shook his head. "You know what? You've turned into an absolute asshole without Beth to rein you in."
Kavanaugh flinched. "I didn't think you preacher types went in for bad language, Nelson. Then again, I didn't think you got divorced, either."
"Ouch. I guess I'll come back with my forms a little later."
Kavanaugh gave him a confused look. "Forms? What forms?"
"Adoption forms. For Deyn." He nodded toward the sleeping boy curled next to the scientist.
"Why would you have forms?"
Gilchrist rolled his eyes. "Because people tend to go to the chaplain for help with lots of different things, including adoption and marriage, so I have a computer file full of forms."
Kavanaugh glared. "Okay. I'm sorry. I just... I'm not used to having people know... things about me."
"Forgiven. And I'll try to remember to not bring stuff up." He pulled out a page from the file folder he had with him and took a pen from a pocket. "Okay, what's his current legal name?"
"Deyn."
"Spell that."
"Well, it should be 'd e c i m,' but we've been using 'd e y n' because that's what Doctor Biro wrote down first."
"Yeah, given that the first isn't terribly phonetic... Deyn what?"
"Um." Kavanaugh sat up and grabbed the clipboard with Deyn's chart and glanced at the top. "Reseda."
Gilchrist nodded and wrote. "Date of birth?"
"Hell if I know."
"Pick something."
Kavanaugh considered for a moment. "June 21, 2001."
"Your anniversary." Gilchrist nodded, then thought. "That'll put him at 5 this year. Is he that old?"
"Developmentally, he's between four and five, according to Dr. Beckett. In actuality, he's probably about nine months. He was force-grown to his current maturity."
Gilchrist shook his head. "It's like living in a science fiction novel. It's no wonder Beth always got a little quiet when Amanda would ask her about your work. She didn't lie well."
"Nelson..."
"Sorry." He continued writing. "Place of birth... We'll leave that for the SGC to figure out. Name of birth parents... More SGC things... Skip... skip... skip. Okay, your full name."
"You know my name."
"Indeed, I do. I think there might be blackmail material in knowing your name..."
"You know what? I so hate General O'Neill right now. Why in the hell did he send my ex-brother-in-law-in-law here?"
"Well, we did have a rather interesting conversation about a message you sent him while everyone else was sending messages to family and friends," Gilchrist said, giving Kavanaugh a thoughtful look.
Kavanaugh sighed. "Yeah, I've spent a lot of time regretting that. Oh, I still think she's not qualified to lead this expedition, but... I really should have sent a message to Mom instead."
"Hindsight, as they say, is 20-20."
"Around here, I doubt it's anywhere near that good."
At that moment, Sheppard, McKay and Heightmeyer walked into the infirmary. The two men could see the white bandages on Sheppard's hands and arms and the bright red striping them.
"What happened to the colonel anyway?" Gilchrist asked.
Kavanaugh shook his head. "No idea. Was he bandaged at breakfast?"
"Ummm... not sure. I think he may have been."
***
John slipped onto the infirmary bed and Heightmeyer began undoing his bandages, carefully studying the wounds underneath, before replacing them with fresh ones.
"Shouldn't Biro be doing this?" Rodney asked.
"I'm a medical doctor, Rodney, and quite familiar with wound treatment since coming here," Kate answered.
"Oh. Right. Sorry. Not used to thinking of you in that context."
She nodded, still concentrating on John, lifting up his tee shirt and gingerly removing the bandage over his chest, noting they'd caught it just before it leaked through onto his shirt. "Nothing appears to be infected, but the wounds aren't closing. Are they painful?"
John looked away and shrugged. "A little, yes."
"Which in macho Sheppard speech means they hurt like hell," Rodney said.
"It's not that bad," John said.
Heightmeyer just nodded. "I'm going to be doing a lot of reading through the stigmata research Rodney came up with to see if I can make sense of this. Until then, you're going to need to make sure the wounds stay clean and dry and change bandages often. I'm going to prescribe an iron supplement. For now, we'll stick with Tylenol for the pain and I expect you to take it. Understood?"
John nodded.
"I want to see you in my office again tomorrow, thirteen hundred hours."
"We'll be there," Rodney promised, his eyes glistening with tears.
"You okay, Rodney?" John asked.
"I'm fine. I just... You know how much I hate bandages and blood."
John and Kate both nodded. John reached out and cupped Rodney's cheek. "I'll be okay. We'll be okay." His eyes held Rodney's for a moment until his husband nodded, then he leaned forward and covered Rodney's lips with his own.
The kiss was warm and alive and Rodney held onto that with all his might. John wasn't Alain and these wounds weren't fatal.
***
"You feeling all right?" Eric asked, setting the laptop he'd been working on aside as Jack's eyes blinked open.
Jack stretched and smiled at his lover. "Yeah. I think the nap pretty much took care of the fatigue. I'm still not clear on why it hit me so hard, though."
"Probably the strength of your gene," Eric guessed. "I just hope this doesn't become a regular occurrence."
"Oh, I don't know. Getting the day off isn't so bad."
"Watching you curling up in pain on the floor and clutching at your chest wasn't exactly a picnic for me, though, Jack."
"Sorry I scared you." Jack held out his hand. "Come here."
Eric let himself be pulled into the bed. "What did you have in mind?" he asked with a smirk.
"Oh, I don't know. It's been, what, at least two days since we've had 'Oh, my God, we're still alive!' sex. Do you think a couple minutes of chest-clutching qualifies?" Jack asked as he slipped his arms around Eric's body.
Eric chuckled and pressed close. "Any day you find yourself alive is a good day for 'We're still alive' sex in my book."
"Mmm. I think I like your book..."
***
John and Rodney stepped out of the transporter to the sound of laughter. They rounded the corner to see Carson pressing Radek against the corridor wall, the two kissing like lovestruck teens.
"You two get locked out of your apartment?" John asked.
Carson jumped, spinning around. "Oh, Colonel! Sorry, we didn't hear ye."
"Well, you were pretty intent on other things."
Carson grinned and took Radek's hand. "We were just heading... well, I'm not sure where, exactly, possibly the cafeteria to share the news."
"I'm pretty sure everyone knows Radek's been healed," Rodney said.
"Oh, not that good news," Carson said.
"We're engaged," Radek said.
The two men grinned at each other and then turned beaming faces to John and Rodney.
"Well! Congratulations!" John said.
"Hey, that's great," Rodney responded. "Going to do a big wedding?"
"We haven't decided yet," Radek answered.
"But you two will be the first to know," Carson said. "Because we're certain we want you to be a part of it."
"Great!" John said.
"Well, if you two will excuse us, we'll be going," Carson said. But they didn't go, but instead pulled each other into another kiss.
"Um... well... we'll, uh... just be going, then," Rodney said.
He and John exchanged amused glances and left the two men still kissing in the hall. As their apartment door slid shut behind them, John said, "Were we that bad when we got engaged?"
"God, I hope not!" Rodney answered, then slipped his arms around John and pulled him close, kissing him. "Now, how about we get naked and act like that in the privacy of our own home."
"You, Rodney McKay-Sheppard, are a hopeless romantic," John teased.
"Yeah, yeah. Serious about the naked thing, here."
John chuckled and kissed him back. "Yeah. After the day I've had, the naked thing definitely has its appeal."
***
John laid and watched Rodney gently snoring and suddenly understood what his husband had meant about waking up surprised that they were actually married.
"But you do have a family," Heightmeyer had said.
Strangely, he hadn't really thought of his marriage to Rodney as establishing a family. He was used to thinking of himself as being alone, being essentially an orphan. Now, suddenly, he realised he had something so much more than he had ever expected.
Rodney snorted slightly and shifted, one blue eye sliding open to eye him. "What?"
"Just having one of those 'I'm married!' moments," John answered.
"Oh." Rodney slipped his arms around him and pulled him closer. "Go to sleep, John."
John smiled and kissed him lightly. "Yes, dear."
And he snuggled closer and let himself drift off to sleep in his husband's arms.
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Zelenka, Kavanaugh, O'Neill, Corrigan, Heightmeyer
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett, mini!O'Neill/Corrigan
Rating: PG for this part, but the series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: Mostly fluff
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 45 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Kavanaugh looked up as Nelson Gilchrist settled into the chair next to his bed. "Hello."
"Hey, how are you doing?" Gilchrist asked.
"Fine. Getting tired of spending time in the infirmary."
Gilchrist nodded. "I've heard." The chaplain studied the scientist. "I've also gotten the impression you aren't well-liked here, Mass. What's up?"
Kavanaugh's head jerked up and he hissed. "Don't go throwing that nickname around here. Please."
"Sorry. What do folks around here call you for short?"
"They call me Doctor or Kavanaugh. I don't need nicknames."
Gilchrist's eyebrows rose and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Uh-huh. If you say so. So, what's up with the Mister Unpopularity thing?"
Kavanaugh shrugged. "Got on the wrong side of some important people."
"And you're too stubborn to make amends."
"I wasn't the one in the wrong."
Gilchrist sighed. "Ma--, er, Kavanaugh, you don't have to be--"
"Nelson, please, don't give me the 'turn the other cheek' crap."
The Navy man shook his head. "You know what? You've turned into an absolute asshole without Beth to rein you in."
Kavanaugh flinched. "I didn't think you preacher types went in for bad language, Nelson. Then again, I didn't think you got divorced, either."
"Ouch. I guess I'll come back with my forms a little later."
Kavanaugh gave him a confused look. "Forms? What forms?"
"Adoption forms. For Deyn." He nodded toward the sleeping boy curled next to the scientist.
"Why would you have forms?"
Gilchrist rolled his eyes. "Because people tend to go to the chaplain for help with lots of different things, including adoption and marriage, so I have a computer file full of forms."
Kavanaugh glared. "Okay. I'm sorry. I just... I'm not used to having people know... things about me."
"Forgiven. And I'll try to remember to not bring stuff up." He pulled out a page from the file folder he had with him and took a pen from a pocket. "Okay, what's his current legal name?"
"Deyn."
"Spell that."
"Well, it should be 'd e c i m,' but we've been using 'd e y n' because that's what Doctor Biro wrote down first."
"Yeah, given that the first isn't terribly phonetic... Deyn what?"
"Um." Kavanaugh sat up and grabbed the clipboard with Deyn's chart and glanced at the top. "Reseda."
Gilchrist nodded and wrote. "Date of birth?"
"Hell if I know."
"Pick something."
Kavanaugh considered for a moment. "June 21, 2001."
"Your anniversary." Gilchrist nodded, then thought. "That'll put him at 5 this year. Is he that old?"
"Developmentally, he's between four and five, according to Dr. Beckett. In actuality, he's probably about nine months. He was force-grown to his current maturity."
Gilchrist shook his head. "It's like living in a science fiction novel. It's no wonder Beth always got a little quiet when Amanda would ask her about your work. She didn't lie well."
"Nelson..."
"Sorry." He continued writing. "Place of birth... We'll leave that for the SGC to figure out. Name of birth parents... More SGC things... Skip... skip... skip. Okay, your full name."
"You know my name."
"Indeed, I do. I think there might be blackmail material in knowing your name..."
"You know what? I so hate General O'Neill right now. Why in the hell did he send my ex-brother-in-law-in-law here?"
"Well, we did have a rather interesting conversation about a message you sent him while everyone else was sending messages to family and friends," Gilchrist said, giving Kavanaugh a thoughtful look.
Kavanaugh sighed. "Yeah, I've spent a lot of time regretting that. Oh, I still think she's not qualified to lead this expedition, but... I really should have sent a message to Mom instead."
"Hindsight, as they say, is 20-20."
"Around here, I doubt it's anywhere near that good."
At that moment, Sheppard, McKay and Heightmeyer walked into the infirmary. The two men could see the white bandages on Sheppard's hands and arms and the bright red striping them.
"What happened to the colonel anyway?" Gilchrist asked.
Kavanaugh shook his head. "No idea. Was he bandaged at breakfast?"
"Ummm... not sure. I think he may have been."
***
John slipped onto the infirmary bed and Heightmeyer began undoing his bandages, carefully studying the wounds underneath, before replacing them with fresh ones.
"Shouldn't Biro be doing this?" Rodney asked.
"I'm a medical doctor, Rodney, and quite familiar with wound treatment since coming here," Kate answered.
"Oh. Right. Sorry. Not used to thinking of you in that context."
She nodded, still concentrating on John, lifting up his tee shirt and gingerly removing the bandage over his chest, noting they'd caught it just before it leaked through onto his shirt. "Nothing appears to be infected, but the wounds aren't closing. Are they painful?"
John looked away and shrugged. "A little, yes."
"Which in macho Sheppard speech means they hurt like hell," Rodney said.
"It's not that bad," John said.
Heightmeyer just nodded. "I'm going to be doing a lot of reading through the stigmata research Rodney came up with to see if I can make sense of this. Until then, you're going to need to make sure the wounds stay clean and dry and change bandages often. I'm going to prescribe an iron supplement. For now, we'll stick with Tylenol for the pain and I expect you to take it. Understood?"
John nodded.
"I want to see you in my office again tomorrow, thirteen hundred hours."
"We'll be there," Rodney promised, his eyes glistening with tears.
"You okay, Rodney?" John asked.
"I'm fine. I just... You know how much I hate bandages and blood."
John and Kate both nodded. John reached out and cupped Rodney's cheek. "I'll be okay. We'll be okay." His eyes held Rodney's for a moment until his husband nodded, then he leaned forward and covered Rodney's lips with his own.
The kiss was warm and alive and Rodney held onto that with all his might. John wasn't Alain and these wounds weren't fatal.
***
"You feeling all right?" Eric asked, setting the laptop he'd been working on aside as Jack's eyes blinked open.
Jack stretched and smiled at his lover. "Yeah. I think the nap pretty much took care of the fatigue. I'm still not clear on why it hit me so hard, though."
"Probably the strength of your gene," Eric guessed. "I just hope this doesn't become a regular occurrence."
"Oh, I don't know. Getting the day off isn't so bad."
"Watching you curling up in pain on the floor and clutching at your chest wasn't exactly a picnic for me, though, Jack."
"Sorry I scared you." Jack held out his hand. "Come here."
Eric let himself be pulled into the bed. "What did you have in mind?" he asked with a smirk.
"Oh, I don't know. It's been, what, at least two days since we've had 'Oh, my God, we're still alive!' sex. Do you think a couple minutes of chest-clutching qualifies?" Jack asked as he slipped his arms around Eric's body.
Eric chuckled and pressed close. "Any day you find yourself alive is a good day for 'We're still alive' sex in my book."
"Mmm. I think I like your book..."
***
John and Rodney stepped out of the transporter to the sound of laughter. They rounded the corner to see Carson pressing Radek against the corridor wall, the two kissing like lovestruck teens.
"You two get locked out of your apartment?" John asked.
Carson jumped, spinning around. "Oh, Colonel! Sorry, we didn't hear ye."
"Well, you were pretty intent on other things."
Carson grinned and took Radek's hand. "We were just heading... well, I'm not sure where, exactly, possibly the cafeteria to share the news."
"I'm pretty sure everyone knows Radek's been healed," Rodney said.
"Oh, not that good news," Carson said.
"We're engaged," Radek said.
The two men grinned at each other and then turned beaming faces to John and Rodney.
"Well! Congratulations!" John said.
"Hey, that's great," Rodney responded. "Going to do a big wedding?"
"We haven't decided yet," Radek answered.
"But you two will be the first to know," Carson said. "Because we're certain we want you to be a part of it."
"Great!" John said.
"Well, if you two will excuse us, we'll be going," Carson said. But they didn't go, but instead pulled each other into another kiss.
"Um... well... we'll, uh... just be going, then," Rodney said.
He and John exchanged amused glances and left the two men still kissing in the hall. As their apartment door slid shut behind them, John said, "Were we that bad when we got engaged?"
"God, I hope not!" Rodney answered, then slipped his arms around John and pulled him close, kissing him. "Now, how about we get naked and act like that in the privacy of our own home."
"You, Rodney McKay-Sheppard, are a hopeless romantic," John teased.
"Yeah, yeah. Serious about the naked thing, here."
John chuckled and kissed him back. "Yeah. After the day I've had, the naked thing definitely has its appeal."
***
John laid and watched Rodney gently snoring and suddenly understood what his husband had meant about waking up surprised that they were actually married.
"But you do have a family," Heightmeyer had said.
Strangely, he hadn't really thought of his marriage to Rodney as establishing a family. He was used to thinking of himself as being alone, being essentially an orphan. Now, suddenly, he realised he had something so much more than he had ever expected.
Rodney snorted slightly and shifted, one blue eye sliding open to eye him. "What?"
"Just having one of those 'I'm married!' moments," John answered.
"Oh." Rodney slipped his arms around him and pulled him closer. "Go to sleep, John."
John smiled and kissed him lightly. "Yes, dear."
And he snuggled closer and let himself drift off to sleep in his husband's arms.