Fic: Cursed (R)
Title: Cursed
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Kavanaugh, Zelenka, Beckett, Bates, Weir
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett
Rating: R for this part, but series is NC-17 overall
Warnings: Cursing, implications of violence
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 8 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
John and Elizabeth stood in the infirmary watching Carson being wheeled in by his staff, their faces stricken. Carson didn't appear to have been nearly as badly beaten as Rodney was. John felt a strange mixture of relief and jealousy to see that the doctor was better off.
"Can you give me some idea of his condition?" Elizabeth asked.
Biro turned. "He was beaten and then overdosed on sleeping pills. Fortunately, he vomited most of them back up, apparently after his attacker left." The doctor shifted and sighed. "Actually, it looks like he might have been conscious enough to force himself to vomit. But regardless, we're still dealing with multiple fractures and internal injuries."
"Okay," Elizabeth said, "why is my chief medical officer the target of this attack?"
She was interrupted by Radek Zelenka rushing into the infirmary, eyes wild. He spotted John and blurted, "Is he... Is it bad?"
"Not nearly as bad as Rodney, no. He'll be out of here in no time," John assured him.
"Oh, thank God!"
He looked like his knees were giving out and John grabbed him, leading him to a seat. The Czech lasted about a second, then burst into tears.
"I guess that answers that question," Elizabeth muttered under her breath.
John knelt down in front of Radek, looking into his face. "Radek, are you okay?"
"Who... who would do this? Do prdele! This makes no sense."
"No, it doesn't," John answered. "Carson's almost universally loved on Atlantis. I have trouble thinking that someone would be so... prejudiced that finding out about his relationship with you would so completely change their feelings about him."
Elizabeth shook her head. "This can't be happening. Every single person on Atlantis has been extensively screened."
"Don't forget the Daedalus," John said.
She paused, considering, then nodded. "I suppose it's possible it's a member of the Daedalus, but they've been almost as extensively screened as our people, and it's someone who knows our people very well."
"It doesn't take much to know Rodney's deathly allergic to citrus. Anyone who's ever spent more than ten minutes with him learns that little fact," John said. "But to guess that Radek and Carson were together..." He shook his head.
"You guessed," Radek said.
"Are you kidding me, Radek? Rodney had to run me over with the cluebus before I figured it out. You guys have been incredibly discreet."
Elizabeth nodded. "I so didn't see this one." She bit her lip, considering the Czech scientist. Perhaps getting his mind off worrying about Carson and onto their current mystery would help. "We need to discuss this, but in private." She stood and pointed toward Carson's office. The two men nodded and followed.
It felt strange invading the space without the man there, but they needed to talk in private and it was safer than having them all traipse to some other area of the city. They all looked at each other, not knowing quite how to start.
"Okay," Elizabeth finally broke the silence, "we need to figure out who could have done this. And that means figuring out who knows or could potentially know about you and Carson, Radek. Also someone who knew to target Rodney at the time and place they did."
"Second part would almost certainly make it science staff."
"But what about your relationship?" Elizabeth pursued.
Radek shrugged. "Either science or medical staff is most likely to have guessed. We have not told anyone, though Lieutenant Cadman figured it out."
"We can eliminate Cadman," John said. "She was off-world at the time of the attack on Rodney."
"Okay. I'll tell Bates to start with the science staff. See what he can come up with," Elizabeth said. She turned to Radek. "Dr. Zelenka, I'm sorry, but I think you may have to be somewhat more candid about your sex life than you'd expected. At least with those investigating these crimes."
Zelenka nodded. "I understand. I will cooperate fully."
***
It had not been an easy couple of hours. Sergeant Bates had been distinctly uncomfortable with the whole thing, especially when Radek had admitted that Rodney was a former lover.
When John had radioed to say that Carson was out of surgery, he had quickly made his excuses and left, surprised to find himself escorted by a burly MP. "For your own safety," Bates had said.
He had sat between the two beds, Carson pale and swathed in white, but breathing easily, before him and Rodney terribly, horribly still behind him. He desperately wanted to hold Carson's hand, strangely happy that the attacker had spared the physician's lithe fingers. He knew the medical staff was pretty much aware of his relationship, but he couldn't bring himself to advertise it by the intimacy.
Carson twitched, hand grasping at empty air, and Radek could stand it no longer. He slipped his hand into his lover's, leaning forward and whispering, "I'm here, Carson. You're going to be okay."
***
"What the hell are you doing here?" Kavanaugh demanded.
"Couldn't sleep," Zelenka answered. "I had some ideas, so I decided to come test them."
Kavanaugh glared at the MP hovering nearby. "And you needed the Neanderthal why exactly?"
"Protection," Radek answered. "Bates thinks I am in danger from Rodney and Carson's attacker."
"Oh?" Then realisation hit Kavanaugh and he recoiled. "Oh, God! I so did not need to know that about you! Ew!"
"Zmrde zkurvenej!" Radek fixed him with a glare. "Neoxiduj tu!"
"You know, one of these ages the linguists are going to figure out some sort of translation device and you'll have to watch that mouth of yours."
Zelenka smiled evilly, realising how much his multilingualism bothered Kavanaugh. "Polib mi prdel."
Kavanaugh's fist shot out and connected to with Zelenka's eye. He froze as he found himself at the business end of a Berretta.
"No! Is okay, corporal," Zelenka said, one hand still over his eye. "He is vůl, but harmless."
Kavanaugh glared at the MP, then turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Zelenka called after him.
"I'm getting something to eat and then I'm going to bed."
***
A couple of hours later, the cooking staff arrived to find the pony-tailed scientist lying in a pool of his own blood in the empty cafeteria. Rather than the usual death threats against fags, the bloody message on the floor written in Kavanaugh's blood was a single word: zkurvysyne.
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Kavanaugh, Zelenka, Beckett, Bates, Weir
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett
Rating: R for this part, but series is NC-17 overall
Warnings: Cursing, implications of violence
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 8 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
John and Elizabeth stood in the infirmary watching Carson being wheeled in by his staff, their faces stricken. Carson didn't appear to have been nearly as badly beaten as Rodney was. John felt a strange mixture of relief and jealousy to see that the doctor was better off.
"Can you give me some idea of his condition?" Elizabeth asked.
Biro turned. "He was beaten and then overdosed on sleeping pills. Fortunately, he vomited most of them back up, apparently after his attacker left." The doctor shifted and sighed. "Actually, it looks like he might have been conscious enough to force himself to vomit. But regardless, we're still dealing with multiple fractures and internal injuries."
"Okay," Elizabeth said, "why is my chief medical officer the target of this attack?"
She was interrupted by Radek Zelenka rushing into the infirmary, eyes wild. He spotted John and blurted, "Is he... Is it bad?"
"Not nearly as bad as Rodney, no. He'll be out of here in no time," John assured him.
"Oh, thank God!"
He looked like his knees were giving out and John grabbed him, leading him to a seat. The Czech lasted about a second, then burst into tears.
"I guess that answers that question," Elizabeth muttered under her breath.
John knelt down in front of Radek, looking into his face. "Radek, are you okay?"
"Who... who would do this? Do prdele! This makes no sense."
"No, it doesn't," John answered. "Carson's almost universally loved on Atlantis. I have trouble thinking that someone would be so... prejudiced that finding out about his relationship with you would so completely change their feelings about him."
Elizabeth shook her head. "This can't be happening. Every single person on Atlantis has been extensively screened."
"Don't forget the Daedalus," John said.
She paused, considering, then nodded. "I suppose it's possible it's a member of the Daedalus, but they've been almost as extensively screened as our people, and it's someone who knows our people very well."
"It doesn't take much to know Rodney's deathly allergic to citrus. Anyone who's ever spent more than ten minutes with him learns that little fact," John said. "But to guess that Radek and Carson were together..." He shook his head.
"You guessed," Radek said.
"Are you kidding me, Radek? Rodney had to run me over with the cluebus before I figured it out. You guys have been incredibly discreet."
Elizabeth nodded. "I so didn't see this one." She bit her lip, considering the Czech scientist. Perhaps getting his mind off worrying about Carson and onto their current mystery would help. "We need to discuss this, but in private." She stood and pointed toward Carson's office. The two men nodded and followed.
It felt strange invading the space without the man there, but they needed to talk in private and it was safer than having them all traipse to some other area of the city. They all looked at each other, not knowing quite how to start.
"Okay," Elizabeth finally broke the silence, "we need to figure out who could have done this. And that means figuring out who knows or could potentially know about you and Carson, Radek. Also someone who knew to target Rodney at the time and place they did."
"Second part would almost certainly make it science staff."
"But what about your relationship?" Elizabeth pursued.
Radek shrugged. "Either science or medical staff is most likely to have guessed. We have not told anyone, though Lieutenant Cadman figured it out."
"We can eliminate Cadman," John said. "She was off-world at the time of the attack on Rodney."
"Okay. I'll tell Bates to start with the science staff. See what he can come up with," Elizabeth said. She turned to Radek. "Dr. Zelenka, I'm sorry, but I think you may have to be somewhat more candid about your sex life than you'd expected. At least with those investigating these crimes."
Zelenka nodded. "I understand. I will cooperate fully."
***
It had not been an easy couple of hours. Sergeant Bates had been distinctly uncomfortable with the whole thing, especially when Radek had admitted that Rodney was a former lover.
When John had radioed to say that Carson was out of surgery, he had quickly made his excuses and left, surprised to find himself escorted by a burly MP. "For your own safety," Bates had said.
He had sat between the two beds, Carson pale and swathed in white, but breathing easily, before him and Rodney terribly, horribly still behind him. He desperately wanted to hold Carson's hand, strangely happy that the attacker had spared the physician's lithe fingers. He knew the medical staff was pretty much aware of his relationship, but he couldn't bring himself to advertise it by the intimacy.
Carson twitched, hand grasping at empty air, and Radek could stand it no longer. He slipped his hand into his lover's, leaning forward and whispering, "I'm here, Carson. You're going to be okay."
***
"What the hell are you doing here?" Kavanaugh demanded.
"Couldn't sleep," Zelenka answered. "I had some ideas, so I decided to come test them."
Kavanaugh glared at the MP hovering nearby. "And you needed the Neanderthal why exactly?"
"Protection," Radek answered. "Bates thinks I am in danger from Rodney and Carson's attacker."
"Oh?" Then realisation hit Kavanaugh and he recoiled. "Oh, God! I so did not need to know that about you! Ew!"
"Zmrde zkurvenej!" Radek fixed him with a glare. "Neoxiduj tu!"
"You know, one of these ages the linguists are going to figure out some sort of translation device and you'll have to watch that mouth of yours."
Zelenka smiled evilly, realising how much his multilingualism bothered Kavanaugh. "Polib mi prdel."
Kavanaugh's fist shot out and connected to with Zelenka's eye. He froze as he found himself at the business end of a Berretta.
"No! Is okay, corporal," Zelenka said, one hand still over his eye. "He is vůl, but harmless."
Kavanaugh glared at the MP, then turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Zelenka called after him.
"I'm getting something to eat and then I'm going to bed."
***
A couple of hours later, the cooking staff arrived to find the pony-tailed scientist lying in a pool of his own blood in the empty cafeteria. Rather than the usual death threats against fags, the bloody message on the floor written in Kavanaugh's blood was a single word: zkurvysyne.