Happy Valentine's Day, musingdarkly!!
Title: Last Bullet
Author: clwilson2006
Written For: musingdarkly
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters/Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay.
Rating: FRA
Warnings: um.... Zombies.
Author's Notes: A pretty open prompt for this, Hope it's OK. Not Beta'd, sorry.
John Sheppard ran down the corridor, stooping low, keeping his body close to the wall. The lights flickered while he held his breath to see if he would be plunged into darkness or not. Something large and metal crashed to the ground somewhere behind him and he didn't wait for the lights to make up their mind, he just moved down the corridor towards the labs. He had to find Rodney before it was too late.
The door to Rodney's lab was wide open, the lab in darkness, as John approached. He paused in the door way, listening hard. Someone, something was breathing just inside the door way. He raised his 9mm; the P90 was long gone, and smoothly slid round the door post.
The tip of his gun connected with soft flesh, only years of training stopping him from shooting Rodney through the cheek.
“Jesus! John!” Rodney's voice squeaked.
John lowered the gun, wiping sweat from his face.
“Rodney!” he gasped and pulled him into a hug. They held on to each other for dear life.
“How many out there?” Rodney asked, not letting go.
“Too many.” John said into Rodney's ear. “I just wiped out half the Marine Corps” he shuddered, letting go. “What about here.”
“I've lost contact with the infirmary.” Rodney held some resemblance of professionalism. “Computer is still up, and linked to Jennifer's notes.” he snorted. “Not that there's anything there, it's been about twenty hours since Lorne and Parrish bought that plant back, and about 12 since the first symptoms appeared.” He turned the laptop to face John “About eight hours since the first...”
“Killing” John finished the sentence for him. They looked at each other.
“So, Zombies” Rodney ventured.
John shrugged, “Why not, we have evil robots and life sucking vampires here; it was just a matter of time.”
“Replicators and Wraith aside, these are our own people, just an hour ago I watched Miko eat Zelenka, and no, that's not home-made porn on the server.”
“I know, Rodney. Believe me, I know.” John looked away, not prepared to share just how many bullets he'd just put in Ronon to keep the man down.
“Also, I'm out of ammo.” Rodney finished.
“Fuck. I'm low too.” John leaned into Rodney, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Armoury.” he turned away only for Rodney to yank him back for another kiss.
A growl from the doorway caused them to jump apart, John spun round raising is gun.
Major Lorne and Dr Simpson shuffled in side by side. Simpson's lab coat was no longer white, dirt and blood smeared all over it. One side of her face was torn of, grey strips of skin hanging from her chin, one empty eye socket staring ahead. The other eye blood red and rolling.
John put one bullet right in her forehead and she dropped silently to the floor. Mr Woolsey loomed in her place, calmly stepping over the fallen scientist. Lorne growled, his own face pale and smeared with blood and a slimy grey substance, his uniform ripped in the arms and legs. Mr Woolsey, glasses still in place, seemed unharmed apart from the unnatural pallor of his skin.
John swung his gun from one to the other, indecisive for a moment. A third person appeared behind them, a marine, ginger hair unkempt, four bloodied lines scraped down his face. A fourth and a fifth and a sixth soon followed and John stopped trying to identify them.
John moved quickly, taking hold of the tall filing cabinet by the door and shoving it so it fell in front of the door. Lorne's cold hands raking down his arm as he did so.
“Back!” he barked the order at Rodney, then pushed him further back into the lab, behind the lab bench. Rodney grabbed a hard drive of his bench and threw it at the approaching zombies; it bounced harmlessly off Woolsey's head.
Growling and groaning the Zombies slowly pushed the file cabinet aside, while John and Rodney crouched behind the lab bench.
“Oh God” Rodney moaned, dropping his head into his hands. “We're gonna die, I'm gonna die! I'm too young to die, I can't die. You owe me a blowjob!”
“You want to take time out for sex NOW!” John stared, incredulous.
Another crash in the room caused John to pop his head above the table to see what was happening.
“Shit!” he raised the gun and shot Woolsey in the head. The swarm of zombies, now led by Lorne, simply flowed over and around their fallen comrade.
“John. I really cannot die like this.” Rodney wound one hand around John's upper arm.
They looked at each other, and John pulled Rodney into another hug.
“I know.” he whispered, clinging to Rodney.
Suddenly Rodney was ripped from his arms with a scream and a roar. Lorne's arm round Rodney's neck, the ginger marine holding his arms in place.
“Oh God” Rodney was shaking in Lorne's grip.
“Rodney!” John had the gun raised again. Swinging back and forth as he tried to pick his target.
“Behind....” Rodney’s warning was choked off.
A clammy hand touched his shoulder and with a yell of his own, John spun and used gun and fist to hit Keller in the side of her head, she staggered back letting go of John, but shook it off and came at him again, he shot her through the neck, blood gurgling from the wound. He put a second bullet in her head to finish the job. Then turned back to Rodney.
Rodney was gasping for breath, a line of blood running from the corner of his mouth and a tear down his cheek. His eyes pleading with John for rescue.
Making his decision, John raised the gun yet again. Taking aim for his shot, ignoring the tiny shake in his hands he mouthed I Love You and pulled the trigger. His training made the shot perfect. And tiny hole appeared in the centre of Rodney's head, and he slumped in Lorne’s hold.
Silently Lorne dropped the body and advanced on John.
John backed himself against the wall, the fragments of his life falling around his feet; he'd killed his best friend, his boss and now his lover. He was surrounded by the zombified life forms of his fellow expedition members, he expected no-one had survived. He slid down the wall, the zombie's moving in. Lifting the gun to his own head, he let out one last breath and pulled the trigger.
John sat bolt upright in bed, sweat slicking his skin, a gunshot ringing in his ears. The wisps of the nightmare drifting away as he took in his surroundings.
“Wha...” Rodney mumbled from beside him.
“Go back to sleep Rodney” He placed a hand on Rodney's shoulder.
John flopped back onto the now cold bed, arm over his eyes.
“Fuck” he murmured. Lorne was scheduled to escort Parrish to collect samples later that day. He figured he had a couple of hours to think of a decent reason to cancel the mission.
Author: clwilson2006
Written For: musingdarkly
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters/Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay.
Rating: FRA
Warnings: um.... Zombies.
Author's Notes: A pretty open prompt for this, Hope it's OK. Not Beta'd, sorry.
John Sheppard ran down the corridor, stooping low, keeping his body close to the wall. The lights flickered while he held his breath to see if he would be plunged into darkness or not. Something large and metal crashed to the ground somewhere behind him and he didn't wait for the lights to make up their mind, he just moved down the corridor towards the labs. He had to find Rodney before it was too late.
The door to Rodney's lab was wide open, the lab in darkness, as John approached. He paused in the door way, listening hard. Someone, something was breathing just inside the door way. He raised his 9mm; the P90 was long gone, and smoothly slid round the door post.
The tip of his gun connected with soft flesh, only years of training stopping him from shooting Rodney through the cheek.
“Jesus! John!” Rodney's voice squeaked.
John lowered the gun, wiping sweat from his face.
“Rodney!” he gasped and pulled him into a hug. They held on to each other for dear life.
“How many out there?” Rodney asked, not letting go.
“Too many.” John said into Rodney's ear. “I just wiped out half the Marine Corps” he shuddered, letting go. “What about here.”
“I've lost contact with the infirmary.” Rodney held some resemblance of professionalism. “Computer is still up, and linked to Jennifer's notes.” he snorted. “Not that there's anything there, it's been about twenty hours since Lorne and Parrish bought that plant back, and about 12 since the first symptoms appeared.” He turned the laptop to face John “About eight hours since the first...”
“Killing” John finished the sentence for him. They looked at each other.
“So, Zombies” Rodney ventured.
John shrugged, “Why not, we have evil robots and life sucking vampires here; it was just a matter of time.”
“Replicators and Wraith aside, these are our own people, just an hour ago I watched Miko eat Zelenka, and no, that's not home-made porn on the server.”
“I know, Rodney. Believe me, I know.” John looked away, not prepared to share just how many bullets he'd just put in Ronon to keep the man down.
“Also, I'm out of ammo.” Rodney finished.
“Fuck. I'm low too.” John leaned into Rodney, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Armoury.” he turned away only for Rodney to yank him back for another kiss.
A growl from the doorway caused them to jump apart, John spun round raising is gun.
Major Lorne and Dr Simpson shuffled in side by side. Simpson's lab coat was no longer white, dirt and blood smeared all over it. One side of her face was torn of, grey strips of skin hanging from her chin, one empty eye socket staring ahead. The other eye blood red and rolling.
John put one bullet right in her forehead and she dropped silently to the floor. Mr Woolsey loomed in her place, calmly stepping over the fallen scientist. Lorne growled, his own face pale and smeared with blood and a slimy grey substance, his uniform ripped in the arms and legs. Mr Woolsey, glasses still in place, seemed unharmed apart from the unnatural pallor of his skin.
John swung his gun from one to the other, indecisive for a moment. A third person appeared behind them, a marine, ginger hair unkempt, four bloodied lines scraped down his face. A fourth and a fifth and a sixth soon followed and John stopped trying to identify them.
John moved quickly, taking hold of the tall filing cabinet by the door and shoving it so it fell in front of the door. Lorne's cold hands raking down his arm as he did so.
“Back!” he barked the order at Rodney, then pushed him further back into the lab, behind the lab bench. Rodney grabbed a hard drive of his bench and threw it at the approaching zombies; it bounced harmlessly off Woolsey's head.
Growling and groaning the Zombies slowly pushed the file cabinet aside, while John and Rodney crouched behind the lab bench.
“Oh God” Rodney moaned, dropping his head into his hands. “We're gonna die, I'm gonna die! I'm too young to die, I can't die. You owe me a blowjob!”
“You want to take time out for sex NOW!” John stared, incredulous.
Another crash in the room caused John to pop his head above the table to see what was happening.
“Shit!” he raised the gun and shot Woolsey in the head. The swarm of zombies, now led by Lorne, simply flowed over and around their fallen comrade.
“John. I really cannot die like this.” Rodney wound one hand around John's upper arm.
They looked at each other, and John pulled Rodney into another hug.
“I know.” he whispered, clinging to Rodney.
Suddenly Rodney was ripped from his arms with a scream and a roar. Lorne's arm round Rodney's neck, the ginger marine holding his arms in place.
“Oh God” Rodney was shaking in Lorne's grip.
“Rodney!” John had the gun raised again. Swinging back and forth as he tried to pick his target.
“Behind....” Rodney’s warning was choked off.
A clammy hand touched his shoulder and with a yell of his own, John spun and used gun and fist to hit Keller in the side of her head, she staggered back letting go of John, but shook it off and came at him again, he shot her through the neck, blood gurgling from the wound. He put a second bullet in her head to finish the job. Then turned back to Rodney.
Rodney was gasping for breath, a line of blood running from the corner of his mouth and a tear down his cheek. His eyes pleading with John for rescue.
Making his decision, John raised the gun yet again. Taking aim for his shot, ignoring the tiny shake in his hands he mouthed I Love You and pulled the trigger. His training made the shot perfect. And tiny hole appeared in the centre of Rodney's head, and he slumped in Lorne’s hold.
Silently Lorne dropped the body and advanced on John.
John backed himself against the wall, the fragments of his life falling around his feet; he'd killed his best friend, his boss and now his lover. He was surrounded by the zombified life forms of his fellow expedition members, he expected no-one had survived. He slid down the wall, the zombie's moving in. Lifting the gun to his own head, he let out one last breath and pulled the trigger.
John sat bolt upright in bed, sweat slicking his skin, a gunshot ringing in his ears. The wisps of the nightmare drifting away as he took in his surroundings.
“Wha...” Rodney mumbled from beside him.
“Go back to sleep Rodney” He placed a hand on Rodney's shoulder.
John flopped back onto the now cold bed, arm over his eyes.
“Fuck” he murmured. Lorne was scheduled to escort Parrish to collect samples later that day. He figured he had a couple of hours to think of a decent reason to cancel the mission.