Drabble: SGA (McLorne)
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comment_fic prompt: Any, any/any, confessions of love.
Rodney faded in and out of consciousness - brief, dizzying seconds full of pain, followed by hollow nothingness.
He catalogued thoughts as they came to him: wrists bound tight in metal clasps. Toes grazing a rough stone floor. Back pressed against an equally rough wall. Every single muscle in his body aching. Skin caked with a half-tacky substance. Forehead throbbing to the beat of his heart.
He opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness. Blind, too.
Rodney had no idea how long he’d been shackled to this particular wall, and his short-term memory felt fuzzy at best. AR-1 and AR-2 out scouting. Ambushed. Hit in the head with a blunt object at some point.
Someone shouting his name. He heard it echoing again and again in his mind.
Rodney!
Someone worried for his safety? Unlikely. He cared for so few people and knew even fewer who cared for him. Who could it have been?
He thought of deep blue eyes, a dimpled smile, and biting wit. It dulled the pain for a few seconds. Rodney thought some more about the man who brought him coffee, never complained, and kept his favorite desserts in rotation at the mess hall.
Less pain, though Rodney doubted he’d see Major Lorne ever again.
Darkness.
Then suddenly, rustling. Someone probably coming to finish the job. They might as well, Rodney thought. There was no cavalry to save him.
“Rodney!”
The voice, again. His head wound was playing games with him now.
“Rodney. Can you hear me?”
His wrist shackles clicked open and Rodney slumped to the ground. His whole body was on fire but also screaming with relief.
“Who -” Rodney tried to speak, but his mouth and throat were bone dry. He coughed, licked his cracked lips and tried again.
“Who are you?”
After an eternity spent in darkness, the pressure closing in around Rodney’s head was finally relieved - he’d only been blindfolded. Rodney saw the dim light of a torch, and he blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus. Finally, the puzzle pieces of the world slid into place, and he could see -
Deep blue eyes, looking right at him.
“Someone who loves you.”
Lorne kissed Rodney on the mouth, his hands gently cradling the sides of Rodney’s face, and Rodney sank into the feeling.
“L...Lorne?”
“It’s Evan. Now come on, let’s get you home.”
~
The next time Rodney woke, he found himself lying in an Atlantis infirmary bed. His whole body ached. He scanned the room around him, until his eyes landed on a body slumped over in a chair next to his bed. Evan’s forehead was resting on the edge of the mattress, near Rodney’s hand. Using the little strength he’d regained, Rodney lifted his arm and rested his hand on Evan’s head, ran his fingers through Evan’s hair.
Evan’s body jerked and he looked up, Rodney’s hand sliding down to the side of Evan’s face in the process.
Rodney smiled. “It’s okay,” he whispered, “Just someone who loves you.”
comment_fic prompt: Any, any/any, confessions of love.Rodney faded in and out of consciousness - brief, dizzying seconds full of pain, followed by hollow nothingness.
He catalogued thoughts as they came to him: wrists bound tight in metal clasps. Toes grazing a rough stone floor. Back pressed against an equally rough wall. Every single muscle in his body aching. Skin caked with a half-tacky substance. Forehead throbbing to the beat of his heart.
He opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness. Blind, too.
Rodney had no idea how long he’d been shackled to this particular wall, and his short-term memory felt fuzzy at best. AR-1 and AR-2 out scouting. Ambushed. Hit in the head with a blunt object at some point.
Someone shouting his name. He heard it echoing again and again in his mind.
Rodney!
Someone worried for his safety? Unlikely. He cared for so few people and knew even fewer who cared for him. Who could it have been?
He thought of deep blue eyes, a dimpled smile, and biting wit. It dulled the pain for a few seconds. Rodney thought some more about the man who brought him coffee, never complained, and kept his favorite desserts in rotation at the mess hall.
Less pain, though Rodney doubted he’d see Major Lorne ever again.
Darkness.
Then suddenly, rustling. Someone probably coming to finish the job. They might as well, Rodney thought. There was no cavalry to save him.
“Rodney!”
The voice, again. His head wound was playing games with him now.
“Rodney. Can you hear me?”
His wrist shackles clicked open and Rodney slumped to the ground. His whole body was on fire but also screaming with relief.
“Who -” Rodney tried to speak, but his mouth and throat were bone dry. He coughed, licked his cracked lips and tried again.
“Who are you?”
After an eternity spent in darkness, the pressure closing in around Rodney’s head was finally relieved - he’d only been blindfolded. Rodney saw the dim light of a torch, and he blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus. Finally, the puzzle pieces of the world slid into place, and he could see -
Deep blue eyes, looking right at him.
“Someone who loves you.”
Lorne kissed Rodney on the mouth, his hands gently cradling the sides of Rodney’s face, and Rodney sank into the feeling.
“L...Lorne?”
“It’s Evan. Now come on, let’s get you home.”
~
The next time Rodney woke, he found himself lying in an Atlantis infirmary bed. His whole body ached. He scanned the room around him, until his eyes landed on a body slumped over in a chair next to his bed. Evan’s forehead was resting on the edge of the mattress, near Rodney’s hand. Using the little strength he’d regained, Rodney lifted his arm and rested his hand on Evan’s head, ran his fingers through Evan’s hair.
Evan’s body jerked and he looked up, Rodney’s hand sliding down to the side of Evan’s face in the process.
Rodney smiled. “It’s okay,” he whispered, “Just someone who loves you.”
