Fic: "Every Quiet Moment" by kyrdwyn [PG, Sheppard/Beckett]
1. Allergic Reaction
2. Amputation
3. Broken Bone
4. Bruises
"Every Quiet Moment"-PG
5. Cancer
"At Any Cost" PG
6. Cold/flu/fever
"Fever" - PG (Sheppard/Beckett UST)
[Sequel to "Lucy",followed by "Match"]
7. Concussion
8. Crushing Injury
9. Drowning
10. Electric Shock
11. Frostbite/hypothermia
"Cold Warmth"-R
12. Heat exhaustion/stroke
13. Infection
"Convergence"- R
14. Minor annoyances - papercut, hangnail,
stubbed toe, motion sickness
15. Neurological disorder - epilepsy, spinal cord
damage, stroke, migraines,
clinical depression...
16. Puncture/Laceration - bullet wounds,
stabbing, impalement
17. Psychological trauma
18. Sensory loss/impairment
19. Skin disorders - boils, pox, rash, poison ivy...
20. Sleep disorders - sleep dep, narcolepsy,
jet lag, snoring
21. Sprained or Strained muscle
22. Surgery (routine) - tonsils, appendix,
plastic surgery
23. Writer's Choice
"Home Treatment" - PG [Burn]
24. Writer's Choice
Title: Every Quiet Moment
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: PG
Claim/Pairing: John Sheppard/Carson Beckett
Series: Stargate: Atlantis
Spoilers: "Progeny"
Beta: rosewildeirish
2dozenowies Prompt: 4. Bruises
Summary: The light through the curtains highlighted the paleness of John's skin
Carson bent down and untied his boots, slipping them off and setting them next to the door. He padded across the room on bare feet, heading for the bathroom, not wanting to disturb the occupant of the bed.
Finishing up in the bathroom, Carson came back out into the room and carefully sat on the side of the bed. John was asleep on his stomach, arms clutching his pillow, the painkillers apparently doing their job.
The light through the curtains highlighted the paleness of John's skin and the bruises that marred the surface. They mottled his back, spreading down to the sides of his torso. Finger shaped bruises were spread on his biceps, and thick bands of blue circled each wrist. Carson knew without looking there were more bruises on his chest and abdomen, and two more bands on his ankles.
Carson let his hand hover over John's back, feeling the heat given off by the trapped blood. John hadn't complained in the infirmary, instead setting his jaw and staring at the wall as he'd been poked and prodded by Carson's staff. Carson himself had been busy treated the bullet wound Rodney had gotten when he and John had managed to escape from yet another encounter with the Pegasus Replicators.
Carson slid under the covers and curled up close to John, not wanting to touch him and aggravate the bruises. John needed his sleep, and though Carson needed to be close to his lover, he didn't want to be the cause of any pain.
John had his own ideas, though, as he turned over in his sleep and cuddled against Carson's chest. Carson smiled and let his right hand rest lightly on the small of John's back as he buried his lips in John's hair. This had been too close for Carson's comfort, Rodney and John missing for several days while Atlantis searched for them. It was getting to the point where Carson hated having John go through the gate, because he never knew when John might return injured -- and dreaded the day John might not return at all.
John nuzzled at Carson's chest in his sleep, and Carson pressed a kiss to the top of John's head. Carson knew he couldn't stop John from going through the gate, but he could savor every quiet moment they had together.