Communication by Coreopsis, Amnesty challenge (blood and first contact)

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Title: Communication
Author: coreopsis
Rating: G
Sheppard/McKay preslash
Spoilers: Season 2 episodes 1 & 2
Notes: written for the Blood Challenge, the First Contact Challenge, and to cheer up my friend nemoinis. Really fantastic beta job by kageygirl for the whole thing and malnpudl for the first half (she gave me entire lines, people. She rocks). Neither is to blame for the lame title, though. that's all me and my last minute lameness. *g*



"What the hell...bats?" Rodney instinctively ducked his head down as he pointed his flashlight and gun toward the roof of the cave. "You said there wouldn't be bats."

"I said there probably wouldn't be bats," said Sheppard, shining his light higher as well. "The possibility was always there. It's a cave, after all, and caves have bats. On Earth, anyway. Though I'd expect them to be sleeping, since it's daytime."

Their flashlights did little to illuminate the darkness that stretched up and away, going on for a great distance, nor the creatures that darted about overhead at the edges of the flashlights' narrow beams. One of them swooped right into the beam of Rodney's light, and as he ducked he caught a glimpse of gleaming fangs. He shot a wide-eyed look at Sheppard, and what he saw made his eyes go even wider.

Sheppard stood with his arms wide open and his hands turned up, his P90 dangling from its clip on his vest, the light shining uselessly down at the floor of the cave. He was staring intently up at half a dozen bats that had broken away from the throng and were now circling a couple feet above him.

"Major..." Rodney's voice was a strangled croak, so he cleared his throat and whispered, "Maj...damn it, I mean, 'Colonel.' What are you doing?"

"I don't know," said Sheppard in a conversational tone that seemed a bit forced, "but I can't stop."

"What should we do?" Rodney asked, flipping through possible scenarios in his head. Perhaps the bats were going to suck out all their blood, or maybe--he eyed the formidable-looking claws visible halfway across their caramel-brown wings--the bats would just crack their skulls open and lay eggs inside their brains, except that bats didn't lay eggs, did they? No, no, they were mammals, so no eggs. Of course, these were alien bats in another galaxy so the options for death and destruction were nearly endless, and each was more terrifying than the last.

Sheppard didn't get a chance to answer Rodney's question because one of the bats broke formation and settled on his right hand. It stared at Rodney, a strange and disconcerting glint of intelligence in its amber-jewel eyes. Another bat then came down to settle on Sheppard's left hand.

"Colonel Sheppard?" Rodney dragged his gaze away from the bat on the right and looked at Sheppard. His face was so white it almost glowed in the dimness and he was breathing deep and even, almost as if he was asleep but his eyes were wide open. "Are you all right?"

"He is unharmed." The mouth moving was John's and the voice was John's, although with an echoing quality that had nothing to do with the cave, but something drew Rodney's eyes back to the bat on the right. "Yes, I speak through him. His ancestors were welcome here."

Rodney nodded and swallowed. "Yes, yes, we're from Atlantis."

"You feel...strange, different. Not like this one." The bat watched Rodney as if reading his mind--and maybe it could, for all Rodney knew. It was certainly using Colonel Sheppard for its own personal cell phone with little difficulty.

"I had slightly different ancestors," was the best Rodney could come up with, short of going into a long lecture on genetic research and gene therapy, but it seemed to be enough.

"I am Mar." The bat on the right pointed a wing claw at the bat on John's left hand. "She is Pel. Why are you come?"

"Dr. Rodney McKay, and I suppose you know Colonel John Sheppard now. Are you sure he's OK? He looks awfully pale."

"He sleeps, only awake," said Mar, and it was unnerving to hear such dismissiveness in Sheppard's voice. "Why are you come?"

"We're searching for a friend. He's missing and his trail led us to this planet. We thought he might have taken refuge in these caves." Rodney tried to focus on Mar, because who knew what would happen if he caused offense, but his eyes kept shifting back to Sheppard's face.

"Your friend is not here." Mar stretched out his wings and puffed up his furry body. A spasm passed over Sheppard's face and his entire body visibly tensed. "Has not been."

"Stop that! You're hurting him!" Rodney exclaimed before he could stop himself.

"We have not connected for a long time." Mar settled back down and Pel sidled up Sheppard's arm, curling her clawed feet around his biceps and leaning forward to stare into his face. She made a soft cooing sound like nothing Rodney had ever heard on Earth or anywhere else, and Sheppard relaxed slightly. "No...Atlanteans...have been to our caves in many cycles of night. Since the time of our ancestors' ancestors."

"Yes, Atlantis has, uh, has had some trouble for the last...oh, ten thousand years. If our friend isn't here, then we should go and leave you in peace. Could I have Colonel Sheppard back now?"

"His ancestors gave tribute in return for our alliance. If you come again, we require something in trade."

"No problem, I'm sure." Feeling certain there was no chance he was coming back here ever again, Rodney was willing to agree to pretty much anything short of nuclear weapons--because didn't that tick Dr Weir off?

"Fish," said Mar, interrupting Rodney's train of thought before it got too depressing. "Atlantis teems with fish. His ancestors were generous."

"Yes, okay, fish and lots of it. Can I have Colonel Sheppard back please?" Rodney tried to smile but was sure it came off as a nervous grimace instead. "We'll get right out of your h-- wings."

"May Norag be with you on your quest." Without warning, both bats launched themselves into the air and were instantly lost in the rush-hour traffic overhead.

Sheppard blinked, sighed, and then collapsed slowly to the ground. Rodney hurried to his side, calling his name and hoping the bats hadn't lied about Sheppard being okay.

"Colonel? Colonel, can you hear me?" Sheppard's eyes didn't open, so Rodney patted him lightly on the cheek. His skin was colder than it should have been given the comfortable temperature of the cave, and that scared Rodney more than the bats had. He smacked Sheppard's cheek just a little harder.

Sheppard groaned and raised his right hand clumsily to his face where Rodney had touched him. Rodney gasped at the smear of dark blood left behind and grabbed Sheppard's hand, pointing his flashlight at it. He could just make out four little slices across the palm, through the oozing flow of blood. "Oh. That's...that's not good at all."

Tucking the flashlight under his arm so that it still pointed at the general vicinity of his hand, Rodney tapped his radio and let Teyla, who'd waited outside to cover their backs, know what was going on while he checked Sheppard's left hand and arm for cuts from Pel's claws. "We need a medical team now. McKay out," he said, and laid the uninjured left hand across Sheppard's chest.

"OK, then, help is on the way and you...we just need to get the bleeding stopped and then you'll be fine, right? Right." Rodney set the flashlight down and dug his first aid kit out of his pack. "Colonel, are you with me?"

Sheppard's eyes cracked open but he didn't say anything.

"All right... you're going to be all right." Rodney sighed when that got no response at all and got out some antiseptic wipes and some gauze. He wiped away the blood but it didn't seem to be slowing any, so he just balled up a handful of gauze, pressed it to the wounds, and then wrapped both hands around Sheppard's hand to provide pressure.

After several tense moments, Rodney pulled back the gauze to see if the blood flow had stopped. It hadn't, not completely, but it had slowed enough that he felt safe in putting on a bandage.

"Colonel, can you hear me?" Rodney asked once he'd tied off the bandage and gently placed Sheppard's hand on his chest, hoping that was enough of an elevation to help the bleeding slow further.

Sheppard's mouth moved but no sound came out, so Rodney got out his canteen and raised Sheppard's head so he could drink. After a couple sips, Sheppard nodded. "Better," he said, his voice huskier than usual. "Cold."

"Oh, right, the blood was so distracting that I forgot," muttered Rodney as he took off his vest to get to his jacket. He spread the jacket over Sheppard's arms and chest and noticed the worried crumple of Sheppard's eyebrows. "Oh, the blood, no, your hand was bleeding but I think I've got it stopped...mostly. Teyla's bringing help."

"Don't wanna stay here." Sheppard tried to sit up, but must have been overcome with dizziness from the expression on his face.

"You're not going to throw up, are you?"

"No. But passing out is still an option." Sheppard squeezed his eyes shut and breathed deeply for a moment and then nodded slightly. "Let's try that again."

Rodney slipped one hand under Sheppard's back and wrapped the other around his far shoulder--not at all how he'd fantasized about cradling John's body in his arms--then lifted him into a sitting position. His face was very close to Sheppard's and Sheppard was staring at him in a way that Rodney couldn't hope to decipher. He'd thought he knew all the colonel's expressions, but this was a new one.

Suddenly feeling intensely uncomfortable, Rodney pulled back, but didn't let Sheppard go until he nodded. "I'm good. Give me a minute and then we'll try standing up."

"I'm not sure you should be moving around so much." Rodney's hands hovered just inches away from Sheppard in case Rodney needed to catch him.

"I really don't want to stay here."

"No, no, I'm with you on that." The bats were all gone, but the cave still felt creepy and unwelcoming. "It's just that fainting from blood loss isn't--"

"I prefer the term 'passing out'," Sheppard interrupted with a ghost of a smile.

"Yes, well, passing out from blood loss would not get you out of here any faster. It would, in fact, slow the process down considerably."

"What? You won't carry me out of here?"

"Only if absolutely necessary, and your passing out through sheer stubbornness is not what I consider necessary. So just sit there for a minute." Rodney passed him the canteen. "Have some more water."

Sheppard raised his right hand to take the canteen, probably out of habit, then switched to his left. Rodney watched him drink for a moment before asking, "So, what did it feel like? Did you know what was going on, or were you sleeping through it?"

"I knew. I was shut away, but I could hear my own voice saying someone else's words. It felt...like a violation." Sheppard caught Rodney's flinch and shook his head. "It's all...I'll get over it."

"But it's not all right."

"No. No, it pisses me off that a bat decided to use me for a microphone, but it's over and I'm fine, so there's no use dwelling on it."

"Right. Good." Rodney reached up to touch Sheppard's cheek, then pulled his hand back in embarrassment at the confused look Sheppard shot him. "I just wanted to see if you were still cold."

"A little." Sheppard handed Rodney the water and huffed out a breath. "OK, I need to get out of here now."

"We can do that, just give me a minute." Rodney quickly repacked the first aid kit and started to put his vest back on over his shirt, but Sheppard grabbed his arm.

"Wait, take your jacket back. It'll get a lot cooler outside the cave."

Rodney started to protest, but Sheppard pushed the jacket into his hands and pulled himself to his feet, so Rodney shoved his arms in the jacket sleeves and grabbed his vest. He put it on as he started walking after Sheppard. "I still don't think you should be moving so much. Teyla will be back with help any time now."

"I'm getting out of here if I have to crawl. Now, can you give it a rest for a minute or two?" Rodney took a deep breath to tell Sheppard exactly what he thought of that attitude, but then Sheppard looked at him in the dim light of their bobbing flashlights and Rodney let his breath out in long-suffering sigh. "Thanks. And thank you for telling him not to hurt me any more. He didn't know and would have kept doing it if you hadn't said something."

"It...it looked pretty awful," Rodney said, as they approached the mouth of the cave.

"Yeah." Sheppard cleared his throat and looked at Rodney in the sunshine pouring in from outside. His eyebrows did something complicated and one side of his mouth kicked up in a little smile. "This'll be one hell of a report to write."

"Yeah, have fun with that." Rodney reached out and wiped some of the blood off Sheppard's cheek. "We'll find Ford, you know. We have some other leads to follow up on. One of them could pan out, maybe even the next one."

Sheppard opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it because Teyla and a couple of medics were coming from the direction of the Stargate. "Yeah, we'll find him."


The end.

Comments

[nemoinis.livejournal.com]

Yay!! I'm sad that Ford is gone but EEEEE! BATS! that were friends with the Ancients! Thank you!

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

I'm thrilled to bits that you liked it. *g* Yes, friendly fish-loving bats. hee! I was actually going to have this whole thing about why they wanted fish, but it got way too wordy for poor little Mar. He's a more laconic kind of bat. *g*

And yeah, poor Ford. He provides lots of angst for John this year, though, and that's always good. *g*

[marici.livejournal.com]

I'll bite: why did the bats want fish? Also, I would send fish as a thank you and not go back down to the cave again if I were Sheppard. Interesting idea, thanks for the story!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Aww, I liked it! Comfort-giving Rodney. He's so earnest about it. And bats! Creepy bats!

Yup, I liked. Very much so.

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

yay! Thanks. *g* I like it when Rodney has a chance to give comfort. He's not all that good at it but he tries. :-)

[fenris_wolf0]

For a minute there I was afraid this was going to be a Batman crossover, but I should not have panicked so quickly: this was very nice, but read like a short prologue to a long and involved 'Search for Ford' type of story? Yes? Maybe?

"We'll get right out of your h-- wings."

A diplomatic McKay and no one is there is appreciate it! How unfair...

:p

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

Well, I think Season 2 itself is a long and involved Search for Ford type of story--or at least it should be. *g* But yeah, one of my betas mentioned that as well. I don't tell long and involved stories, though, so this is pretty much it. Just a little slice of the search.

[krabbypatty.livejournal.com]

It was certainly using Colonel Sheppard for its own personal cell phone with little difficulty.
Heh. and very nice! I liked this.

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Glad you liked it. *g*

[micehell]

A little angst, a little abuse, a little comfort. Me like. Ooh, and creepy bats, drawing blood no less, was a nice touch. Good job.

And if you wanted to continue the story, I'm sure no one would object.

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

I don't think I have any more story to tell (I'm willing to sit back and see where the show takes us first), but I won't say 'never' because that always gets me in trouble. *g*

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Aliens that don't want to watch John and Rodney have sex. There's something not quite right about that. /g/

Grrrl's right, comfort giving Rodney is always a good thing, and I liked that John feels violated and that if hurt him and that he doesn't feel all cool with it.

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

Aliens that don't want to watch John and Rodney have sex. There's something not quite right about that.
It certainly is unusual for the Pegasus galaxy. *g*

I liked that John feels violated and that if hurt him and that he doesn't feel all cool with it.
I'm really glad that worked because I didn't want to go too far into the angst and woe, but he couldn't be completely stoic about it either. And I think he tells Rodney things he might not say to anyone else, so if Teyla had been there, he'd have blown it off as nothing.

[saba1789.livejournal.com]

Heh, very cool! Bats! Thanks for writing and sharing this :-) .

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. Yay for bats! *g*

[sp23.livejournal.com]

You'd have thought those bats would have headed straight for John's hair. *g*

Really liked this. Loved Rodney's concern and caretaking and John's vulnerability.

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

yay! I'm glad you liked it. Thanks!

[(Anonymous)]

The first thing I thought when I read bats was 'Eeeeeewwwwwwwww!' because in real bat caves the floor is covered in about three feet of bat poo.

Um, anyway, good story!

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, but these are nice clean alien bats, so perhaps they have latrines in their caves. *g*

Thanks!

[severusslave.livejournal.com]

Yay, more John/Rodeny whacked out animal!fic.
I approve. :D

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

hee. Thanks.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bettina_/]

I really liked this, cool and just good :-).

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

I love your fabulous, fabulous icon. He was so hot in CSI Miami and I think you probably know how I feel about that shirt. *g*

Oh, yeah, story, yes. Thanks. I'm glad you liked it. *g*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bettina_/]

Hehehe! I think it's one of my new favorite icons right now.

[amalthia]

this was interesting. :) thanks for sharing.

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

I'll take interesting. hee. Thanks.

[sinden.livejournal.com]

I like. I really like, C. Talking bats and poor violated Sheppard. <3

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

hee. Thanks. Bats are the coolest. *g*

[panisdead.livejournal.com]

I liked this a lot.

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear it. Thanks!