Fic "Head Trauma and Halos" by kyrdwyn [R, 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
"Head Trauma and Halos"
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
"Waking Nightmare"-PG
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: Head Trauma and Halos
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: R (language)
Claim/Pairing: John Sheppard/Carson Beckett
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Spoilers: "Childhood's End", "The Eye"
Beta: None
2dozenowies Prompt: 7. Concussion
Summary: "Carson's in the infirmary," she said after a while.
"John."
Elizabeth's voice made him stop at the bottom of the steps to the control room and turn toward her. She was coming from the hall that led deeper into Atlantis. "Elizabeth," he replied. He'd just gotten back from a trip to M76-G77 and wanted to check in with Lorne before heading to bed for at least twelve hours. Maybe he'd shower first.
"Walk with me," Elizabeth said now. John quirked an eyebrow and followed her down the hall.
"Carson's in the infirmary," she said after a while.
John's eyebrow quirked again, and he hoped it wouldn't be a permanent condition. "Okay," he drawled. Considering Carson was Chief Surgeon, telling him Carson was in the infirmary was like saying Rodney was in the lab.
"He's got a concussion."
John stopped in the middle of the hallway. "What happened?" he growled. Carson had been off-world with Lorne's team and Ronon, helping some survivors of a Wraith culling.
Elizabeth grabbed his arm and pulled him along. "Some of the survivors became belligerent over the distribution of supplies. Carson tried to mediate."
"Where the hell was Lorne?"
"Checking in with me at the time. Ronon was with Carson, but he couldn't get to him before one of the survivors pushed Carson into a wall."
"Tell me Ronon got the bastard."
"John," Elizabeth said reprovingly.
"What? I'm not planning on going back there and beating the crap out of the guy, but if Ronon did . . . " John trailed off and shrugged. He wouldn't apologize for being protective of Carson. The doctor had a habit of getting into trouble when he went off world, not that he couldn't find trouble in Atlantis, too. Carson was too kind-hearted sometimes, but John wouldn't change that.
"Ronon may have . . . defended Carson's honor," Elizabeth said with a smile. "He radioed Major Lorne immediately afterward, and we got him back to the city." Elizabeth stopped John with a hand on his arm when they were outside the infirmary. "He's going to be fine, John. You know his staff is fussing over him like they do you."
John nodded, but he was thinking. "He's already had one concussion, Elizabeth."
She smiled at him reassuringly. "Dr. Biro says he'll be fine, John. But go see him and reassure yourself." She patted his arm and left him at the door.
John walked into the infirmary and one of the nurses gestured to the far end of the room, where a bed was screened off by curtains. He slipped around them to see Carson lying in the bed, hooked up to various monitors. Dr. Biro was standing by the bed, checking Carson's pulse. She smiled at John. "Give me a second to wake him up and check his neurological responses, Colonel," she said as she pulled out a pen light. "We're waking him up every hour until we're sure there's no complications."
John nodded as he stood by the curtains, staying out of Dr. Biro's way. 'Complications' was her way of saying 'brain damage', without actually trying to worry John. It worried him more, actually. He preferred to know all the details - good and bad.
"Bloody sadistic pathologist."
John chuckled at Carson's grumble. "If you can dish it out, Carson, you can take it."
Carson continued to grumble as Dr. Biro went through the neurological check. Carson must have passed, because Dr. Biro patted his hand and told him she'd be back in an hour. When she gone, John sat on the edge of the bed and took Carson's hand in his. "So, tried to play diplomat?"
"Aye, and had my head introduced to a wall as a result. Next time I'm refusing to go off world unless you and an entire platoon of S.O.s are with me." Carson smiled wanly.
John leaned down to rest his forehead against Carson's. "You're assuming I'm going to let you off world again. I might just chain you to the bed in my quarters."
Carson's eyes twinkled. "Kinky," he said. "But I doubt Elizabeth would let you get away with it."
"True," John sighed. "She does like to spoil our fun." He raised his head and pouted.
Carson chuckled, then winced. Before John could say anything, Carson rubbed a thumb over John's fingers. "She only spoils yours and Rodney's fun, you know."
"I know, the rest of you are angels in comparison to us." John sobered and squeezed Carson's hand. "Just so long as you don't try to actually become one," he said huskily, his throat tightening with emotion. "I don't think . . ."
Carson used his free hand to bring John's head to his shoulder. "I know, love, I know. Same here." He turned his head and kissed John's temple. "Besides, a halo would never sit well on your hair. But you do have a great tail."