Fic: "Mom's Remedy" by kyrdwn [John Sheppard/Carson Beckett, R]
1. Allergic Reaction
"All That Matters"-PG
2. Amputation
"Finding Balance"-R
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"-R
8. Crushing Injury
9. Drowning
10. Electric Shock
11. Frostbite/hypothermia
"Cold Warmth"-R
12. Heat exhaustion/stroke
"Torrid Chill"-R
Sequel to "Cold Warmth"
13. Infection
"Convergence"- R
14. Minor annoyances - papercut, hangnail,
stubbed toe, motion sickness
"Mom's Remedy" -R
15. Neurological disorder - epilepsy, spinal cord
damage, stroke, migraines,
clinical depression...
16. Puncture/Laceration - bullet wounds,
stabbing, impalement
"Slip of the Knife"-PG-13
17. Psychological trauma
"Strength"-PG-13
18. Sensory loss/impairment
"Silent Darkness"- PG-13
19. Skin disorders - boils, pox, rash, poison ivy...
"Making Un-Plans" - PG-13
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: Mom's Remedy
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: R (language)
2dozenowies Prompt: Minor annoyances - papercut, hangnail,
stubbed toe, motion sickness
Beta: thefannishwaldo liked da fluff, but all mistakes are mine, so, blame me, not her.
Spoilers: None
Summary: What would Mom prescribe?
"Fuck!"
The exclamation woke John and he sat up in bed, his gun in his hand and aimed at the person who had invaded his quarters. The lights came on at his thought, and he stared at Carson, who was staring back.
John lowered the gun to the bed, and Carson bent over, muttering under his breath. John noticed Carson's shoeless left foot was in the air, and Carson was obviously in pain. The reason for Carson's pain was also obvious.
"Crap, Carson, I'm sorry," John said, sliding his gun back onto the night table and getting out of bed, moving the crate the Daedalus had delivered and John had just left in the middle of the floor when he'd gotten home, too tired to open or even move it out of the way.
Carson sat down on the bed, cradling his foot. "If you didn't want me to come over, John, all you had to do was say so."
The crate shoved against the wall, out of the path of any foot traffic, John knelt down in front of Carson, taking Carson's foot in his hand and pulling off the sock. The little toe was reddened, and John leaned down and kissed it.
Carson chuckled. "Not quite the treatment I'd prescribe."
John looked up and gave Carson a pout. "My mom used to do that when I stubbed my toe. Are you saying Mom's remedy wasn't valid?"
"I would never say a mother's remedy wasn't valid," Carson replied with a smile. "Just not what I would prescribe."
"So what would you prescribe for this?"
Carson smiled. "I'd prescribe lots of cuddling from the person who left the crate on the floor."
John smiled and patted Carson's foot. "Well, who am I to disobey doctor's orders?"
Carson snorted. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
John grinned. "I'd rather kiss you."
Carson chuckled. "Cuddling," he said. "No kisses were prescribed."
John stood and sat on the bed, pulling Carson back against his chest as he lay down. "All right, cuddling it is. And I'm sorry about the crate."
"Apology accepted, love," Carson replied, closing his eyes. John smiled and closed his own, hand stroking Carson's back until they both fell asleep.