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verstehen and saeva
Rating: Semi-mature, for sexuality.
Summary: No matter the strength of will exhaustion claims us all. [Sheppard/Zelenka]
Relevant Spoilers: Spoilers for SGA 02x01 'Siege III'.
Challenge: The Skirting Challenge (Skirting the Edges of Sanity)
PCB
by Verstehen and Saeva
Radek had tried not to feel a great stab of resentment as Elizabeth sent Rodney to bed without a glance for him. He could not remember the last time he had slept, not with Carson's injections that he was sorely missing. Even more than the drugs he was missing Peter Grodin. While the man had not been an engineer such as himself or a physicist like Rodney, the systems analyst was more than good enough to be doing this systemic drudgework. Work that could be done in shifts so all were rested. But no, he was left awake and working until he woke up in the infirmary, aching with no concerned faces looking down at him. Rodney was probably looking to dock his coffee supplies in retaliation for the downtime.
If this was another other job, Radek would have most certainly quit by now. At least Lieutenant Ford had kindly provided him with rest. He looked around for Carson or someone else of the medical team to clear him to leave but, from the looks of the injuries and chaos, Radek would have to simply walk out without talking to anyone. All were busy.
So he did, avoiding drawing attention to himself as he made his way through the hall toward his rooms. His bed. He intended to pull the covers up over his head and sleep until after the next crisis was done and solved by someone else. Then he was going to get up, retrieve what little coffee grounds Rodney would have left him, ask someone with the gene -- Miko, perhaps; she was pleasant and always helpful company and he very much enjoyed her dirty haikus -- to help him install some sort of bio-controls or code locks onto the Jumpers. They were precious resources on Atlantis and if they could be keyed so that only authorized individuals could access them, even outside of the gene, it would be a good day's work finished.
Of course that would not solve the trouble of their own people stealing them by Radek hoped very much that that would be an exception to the circumstances, as he didn't think that the people here could take much more in the way of betrayal. They were all very tired, not just himself, and losses like that of Lieutenant Ford were harder when one was tired. This he knew very well from time with Russian military, helping to rebuild after Communism.
It was funny, in bad way, that as much as Rodney had not wished to be there in Russia he had been a god send for that program. It did not mean that Radek was forgiving him for getting him involved in this mission, with its lack of sleep and more deaths than Russia, in the first. No, he would not forgive that for long time, but still Rodney had his good points. Sanity was not one of them. Though, to be fair, Radek had to admit that right now, with his aching head and aching mind, he was more than a little angry with Rodney. More than a little jealous too, because the physicist had received special treatment and Radek had not.
Two key people gone now and dozens more dead from the invasion. He knew there was a Daedalus trip planned, to take some of the worst injured back. He had heard Dr. Weir talking about it while working in the control room but that was likely some time off. Now it was all about nursing the wounds and, for Radek, detoxing the drugs.
He was not looking forward to the next several days.
It was his imagination, he knew, but the halls seemed longer as he walked through them. In fact, they seemed so long that he was considering ducking into lab, one of the ones without people in them, and finding a cot to nap on, if not for the knowledge that it would lead to being woken up to fix problem if he did. So he trudged on, glaring very ineffectually at walls. They did not respond.
He would have likely been very upset if they had. The walls were only supposed to talk to the people of the crew with the gene. The therapy had not taken in Radek. "If the Ancients were so powerful, why did they not build in moving walkways?" he asked out loud.
The walls still did not respond, not even to his insult. He decided that, since everyone in the Pegasus galaxy spoke English, they did not understand his native language. The walls did not know they were being insulted. He was very, very tired, to be insulting walls in Czech and then thinking on why they did not respond. As well, his life was very weird.
That was the last thought he had for some time as his feet moved underneath him without thoughts to guide them. For the best, really, that he not thinks too much. Exhaustion led to odd thoughts. Drugs doubly so. He had had enough nights high on one, the other, or both to know this.
Yes, if not for the technology and the fact he had no way home, he might quit this job. His blood pressure did not need it. He could quit, go back to Earth, back home to Prague and his cozy job with research assistants to order around and spend years reverse engineering technology the Ancients probably thought of as the equivalent of toasters.
It was a nice fantasy. But if he went then place would fall apart without him. Rodney would kill Kavanaugh within weeks, he was sure, and labs would break down soon after. It was not pretty picture and he sighed.
No, no, more work to do here before he retired back to relative safety of Earth.
But finally was he at his rooms, or in corridor before them. Right now even thoughts made no sense and floated from piece to piece and Radek had never ever been so happy to see a door before. If it weren't in between his bed and Radek, he would stop to kiss it.
Also, it would probably open before he could.
When the door did not open for him he glared, knowing he was not awake enough to fix something of this sort at the moment, not without more of Carson's nice shot, but soon the mystery was solved as John seemed to appear mysteriously out of nowhere. He said something, he was not sure completely what, about the door and how the door must move for him to reach the bed, but the door did not move then still.
"Whoa. Whoa. Either my understanding's getting worse with time or you're not making sense even in Czech." That was what John said, except not because there was no 'whoa' in Czech.
"I left the infirmary. Should have slept there," he mourned because now, minutes, maybe even hours, after leaving his door was broken and had no bed.
"Right. Uh. Let’s get you to bed," John told him and he perked at the word. Maybe bed was in future after all, though he did not think that he had energy to go to John's bed after this.
But then the door slid into opening, like it was meant to, and they were going in room. He, tired or not, did not miss the way John's head snapped back and forth, as if looking for witnesses. Was problem with having boyfriend in American military, even more than preoccupation with ballistic weapons.
"I could kiss a pillow," he said, randomly and tried to stumble out of his shoes. They seemed stuck on feet and he frowned at them. Shoes on bed were bad, especially when not sleeping alone. His marriage had broken up over socks.
That was long time ago now, he thought, but time was very weird at moment. Would think on it more when he woke up, if he remembered; though perhaps it would seem strange then to be thinking of it at all. Still, his shoes did not come off and he stumbled, only to be caught by wide hands that set him on bed.
"Well, I was hoping we could do a little celebrating but -- Didn't you nap earlier when Rodney went down?" John was asking, taking one foot in his hands and undoing laces. Very helpful boyfriend.
"Of course not," Radek groused bitterly. "Rodney got special treatment. I did not. My nap was thanks to Lieutenant Ford. Too much work, not enough hands. I quit this job and go someplace with better drugs." His shoe came off now, sliding easily, and John tugged sock off too.
"I don't think you can just quit." He sounded amused and Radek glared at him, kicking out with one foot. It caused him to lose balance and he toppled back, falling on mattress with a thud.
This was a better position for sleeping.
"We have transportation. I quit. Let Rodney do own paperwork and see Atlantis crumble. I laugh from cushy new job." He shut his eyes, feeling John's hands on other foot. When did his shoes come off? Foot rub; this was heaven. "Of course, no benefit of boyfriend anymore."
"Glad I'm worth something."
"Yes, of course. Foot rubs," he agreed with a moan, flopping his arms above him on the bed. Soon he should get undressed but maybe he would not undress to sleep. It was very comfortable here. Would be more comfortable if all-powerful Ancients had foot massagers so boyfriend could sleep with him. Though Radek did enjoy John kneeling.
"I wouldn't do this for just anyone, you know."
"Good. Hate to imagine you kneeling for Rodney." When he thought on the image he disliked it, though it was not jealousy he felt. He knew that John was not the sort to stray, and would not stray to Rodney regardless. No, his problem with image was Rodney's abuse of John, even if it was given back. He still remembered surprise at John being part of Mensa, as if man was not obviously that smart from second week here.
"Hey. You still with me?"
"I am with Mensa," he said. "Close enough." Radek wanted to close his eyes but instead looked at John, John's head, and wished he wasn't so tired sex was not possible.
He could see John's eyes, concerned, very concerned, and sort of green in his sleepiness -- Radek's, not John's, though John might be tired as well -- peeking over at him over his own knees.
"Are staying there all night?" he muttered, dropping his head back down.
"Are you going to make me sleep on the floor?"
"Silly question. Come here." Radek thumped the bed with his hand limply. He had no energy to do more, even to move so he wasn't sideways. Maybe he was rightways, not sideways, and he was too tired to tell. When did hallucinations start when sleep deprived?
Oh, yes. He remembered now. They had started on day three. That had been fun day, had it not, with the hallucinations and the worry that Wraith were already in city as the reports said they could make you hallucinate. Then Carson's wonderful drugs had made the wraiths -- Wraith, heh -- go away and all had gone back to normal, for Atlantis.
He was not surprised when he felt himself being moved and the bed moving too, or maybe only one moved. It was hard to tell. Then his shirt was being taken off and John was without shirt too, so he did not complain about ruining his coma.
He made a noise, tried to say thank you, but it came out all wrong and Radek thought John knew anyway. He was good mind reader, when he wanted to be. Radek wanted to test, sometimes, if it was John or Atlantis or both, but that would require having sex in labs and John would say no. Was problem with having very straight -- mostly -- boyfriend too, but he was willing to put up with it. Sex was very good.
Again, he mourned the lack of energy that he had for sex as he snuggled against the other man's side. In morning. Or night, if he slept through morning. Would probably sleep through morning.
"Be here?" he asked, because Radek would want sex, very good sex, when he woke up from very good coma.
"You know I --"
"Be here. Will explain it to others someway. Protection watch because I was loopy. Am loopy. Loopy." He snickered.
"Loony." John chuckled and there were lips on ear. "I'll try."
"Good. Good, would like to wake up with you. Have good sex then. Maybe even breakfast in bed..." his voice is already trailing off as he gets to the last words, and his eyes droop shut completely. The bed was warm, with blankets and John's body, and he was very tired. John would be there in morning; he knew it, if only for once.
- End -
Comments? Thoughts? Questions?
- Andrea.
Author(s):
verstehen and saevaRating: Semi-mature, for sexuality.
Summary: No matter the strength of will exhaustion claims us all. [Sheppard/Zelenka]
Relevant Spoilers: Spoilers for SGA 02x01 'Siege III'.
Challenge: The Skirting Challenge (Skirting the Edges of Sanity)
by Verstehen and Saeva
Radek had tried not to feel a great stab of resentment as Elizabeth sent Rodney to bed without a glance for him. He could not remember the last time he had slept, not with Carson's injections that he was sorely missing. Even more than the drugs he was missing Peter Grodin. While the man had not been an engineer such as himself or a physicist like Rodney, the systems analyst was more than good enough to be doing this systemic drudgework. Work that could be done in shifts so all were rested. But no, he was left awake and working until he woke up in the infirmary, aching with no concerned faces looking down at him. Rodney was probably looking to dock his coffee supplies in retaliation for the downtime.
If this was another other job, Radek would have most certainly quit by now. At least Lieutenant Ford had kindly provided him with rest. He looked around for Carson or someone else of the medical team to clear him to leave but, from the looks of the injuries and chaos, Radek would have to simply walk out without talking to anyone. All were busy.
So he did, avoiding drawing attention to himself as he made his way through the hall toward his rooms. His bed. He intended to pull the covers up over his head and sleep until after the next crisis was done and solved by someone else. Then he was going to get up, retrieve what little coffee grounds Rodney would have left him, ask someone with the gene -- Miko, perhaps; she was pleasant and always helpful company and he very much enjoyed her dirty haikus -- to help him install some sort of bio-controls or code locks onto the Jumpers. They were precious resources on Atlantis and if they could be keyed so that only authorized individuals could access them, even outside of the gene, it would be a good day's work finished.
Of course that would not solve the trouble of their own people stealing them by Radek hoped very much that that would be an exception to the circumstances, as he didn't think that the people here could take much more in the way of betrayal. They were all very tired, not just himself, and losses like that of Lieutenant Ford were harder when one was tired. This he knew very well from time with Russian military, helping to rebuild after Communism.
It was funny, in bad way, that as much as Rodney had not wished to be there in Russia he had been a god send for that program. It did not mean that Radek was forgiving him for getting him involved in this mission, with its lack of sleep and more deaths than Russia, in the first. No, he would not forgive that for long time, but still Rodney had his good points. Sanity was not one of them. Though, to be fair, Radek had to admit that right now, with his aching head and aching mind, he was more than a little angry with Rodney. More than a little jealous too, because the physicist had received special treatment and Radek had not.
Two key people gone now and dozens more dead from the invasion. He knew there was a Daedalus trip planned, to take some of the worst injured back. He had heard Dr. Weir talking about it while working in the control room but that was likely some time off. Now it was all about nursing the wounds and, for Radek, detoxing the drugs.
He was not looking forward to the next several days.
It was his imagination, he knew, but the halls seemed longer as he walked through them. In fact, they seemed so long that he was considering ducking into lab, one of the ones without people in them, and finding a cot to nap on, if not for the knowledge that it would lead to being woken up to fix problem if he did. So he trudged on, glaring very ineffectually at walls. They did not respond.
He would have likely been very upset if they had. The walls were only supposed to talk to the people of the crew with the gene. The therapy had not taken in Radek. "If the Ancients were so powerful, why did they not build in moving walkways?" he asked out loud.
The walls still did not respond, not even to his insult. He decided that, since everyone in the Pegasus galaxy spoke English, they did not understand his native language. The walls did not know they were being insulted. He was very, very tired, to be insulting walls in Czech and then thinking on why they did not respond. As well, his life was very weird.
That was the last thought he had for some time as his feet moved underneath him without thoughts to guide them. For the best, really, that he not thinks too much. Exhaustion led to odd thoughts. Drugs doubly so. He had had enough nights high on one, the other, or both to know this.
Yes, if not for the technology and the fact he had no way home, he might quit this job. His blood pressure did not need it. He could quit, go back to Earth, back home to Prague and his cozy job with research assistants to order around and spend years reverse engineering technology the Ancients probably thought of as the equivalent of toasters.
It was a nice fantasy. But if he went then place would fall apart without him. Rodney would kill Kavanaugh within weeks, he was sure, and labs would break down soon after. It was not pretty picture and he sighed.
No, no, more work to do here before he retired back to relative safety of Earth.
But finally was he at his rooms, or in corridor before them. Right now even thoughts made no sense and floated from piece to piece and Radek had never ever been so happy to see a door before. If it weren't in between his bed and Radek, he would stop to kiss it.
Also, it would probably open before he could.
When the door did not open for him he glared, knowing he was not awake enough to fix something of this sort at the moment, not without more of Carson's nice shot, but soon the mystery was solved as John seemed to appear mysteriously out of nowhere. He said something, he was not sure completely what, about the door and how the door must move for him to reach the bed, but the door did not move then still.
"Whoa. Whoa. Either my understanding's getting worse with time or you're not making sense even in Czech." That was what John said, except not because there was no 'whoa' in Czech.
"I left the infirmary. Should have slept there," he mourned because now, minutes, maybe even hours, after leaving his door was broken and had no bed.
"Right. Uh. Let’s get you to bed," John told him and he perked at the word. Maybe bed was in future after all, though he did not think that he had energy to go to John's bed after this.
But then the door slid into opening, like it was meant to, and they were going in room. He, tired or not, did not miss the way John's head snapped back and forth, as if looking for witnesses. Was problem with having boyfriend in American military, even more than preoccupation with ballistic weapons.
"I could kiss a pillow," he said, randomly and tried to stumble out of his shoes. They seemed stuck on feet and he frowned at them. Shoes on bed were bad, especially when not sleeping alone. His marriage had broken up over socks.
That was long time ago now, he thought, but time was very weird at moment. Would think on it more when he woke up, if he remembered; though perhaps it would seem strange then to be thinking of it at all. Still, his shoes did not come off and he stumbled, only to be caught by wide hands that set him on bed.
"Well, I was hoping we could do a little celebrating but -- Didn't you nap earlier when Rodney went down?" John was asking, taking one foot in his hands and undoing laces. Very helpful boyfriend.
"Of course not," Radek groused bitterly. "Rodney got special treatment. I did not. My nap was thanks to Lieutenant Ford. Too much work, not enough hands. I quit this job and go someplace with better drugs." His shoe came off now, sliding easily, and John tugged sock off too.
"I don't think you can just quit." He sounded amused and Radek glared at him, kicking out with one foot. It caused him to lose balance and he toppled back, falling on mattress with a thud.
This was a better position for sleeping.
"We have transportation. I quit. Let Rodney do own paperwork and see Atlantis crumble. I laugh from cushy new job." He shut his eyes, feeling John's hands on other foot. When did his shoes come off? Foot rub; this was heaven. "Of course, no benefit of boyfriend anymore."
"Glad I'm worth something."
"Yes, of course. Foot rubs," he agreed with a moan, flopping his arms above him on the bed. Soon he should get undressed but maybe he would not undress to sleep. It was very comfortable here. Would be more comfortable if all-powerful Ancients had foot massagers so boyfriend could sleep with him. Though Radek did enjoy John kneeling.
"I wouldn't do this for just anyone, you know."
"Good. Hate to imagine you kneeling for Rodney." When he thought on the image he disliked it, though it was not jealousy he felt. He knew that John was not the sort to stray, and would not stray to Rodney regardless. No, his problem with image was Rodney's abuse of John, even if it was given back. He still remembered surprise at John being part of Mensa, as if man was not obviously that smart from second week here.
"Hey. You still with me?"
"I am with Mensa," he said. "Close enough." Radek wanted to close his eyes but instead looked at John, John's head, and wished he wasn't so tired sex was not possible.
He could see John's eyes, concerned, very concerned, and sort of green in his sleepiness -- Radek's, not John's, though John might be tired as well -- peeking over at him over his own knees.
"Are staying there all night?" he muttered, dropping his head back down.
"Are you going to make me sleep on the floor?"
"Silly question. Come here." Radek thumped the bed with his hand limply. He had no energy to do more, even to move so he wasn't sideways. Maybe he was rightways, not sideways, and he was too tired to tell. When did hallucinations start when sleep deprived?
Oh, yes. He remembered now. They had started on day three. That had been fun day, had it not, with the hallucinations and the worry that Wraith were already in city as the reports said they could make you hallucinate. Then Carson's wonderful drugs had made the wraiths -- Wraith, heh -- go away and all had gone back to normal, for Atlantis.
He was not surprised when he felt himself being moved and the bed moving too, or maybe only one moved. It was hard to tell. Then his shirt was being taken off and John was without shirt too, so he did not complain about ruining his coma.
He made a noise, tried to say thank you, but it came out all wrong and Radek thought John knew anyway. He was good mind reader, when he wanted to be. Radek wanted to test, sometimes, if it was John or Atlantis or both, but that would require having sex in labs and John would say no. Was problem with having very straight -- mostly -- boyfriend too, but he was willing to put up with it. Sex was very good.
Again, he mourned the lack of energy that he had for sex as he snuggled against the other man's side. In morning. Or night, if he slept through morning. Would probably sleep through morning.
"Be here?" he asked, because Radek would want sex, very good sex, when he woke up from very good coma.
"You know I --"
"Be here. Will explain it to others someway. Protection watch because I was loopy. Am loopy. Loopy." He snickered.
"Loony." John chuckled and there were lips on ear. "I'll try."
"Good. Good, would like to wake up with you. Have good sex then. Maybe even breakfast in bed..." his voice is already trailing off as he gets to the last words, and his eyes droop shut completely. The bed was warm, with blankets and John's body, and he was very tired. John would be there in morning; he knew it, if only for once.
Comments? Thoughts? Questions?
- Andrea.
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Date: 2005-08-02 04:10 am (UTC)Not that it wouldn't be excellent angst if John did have to leave before Radek was all better. ;-)
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Date: 2005-08-02 10:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-02 11:03 am (UTC)I'd like to see more of these guys, if the muse allows. :)
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Date: 2005-08-02 12:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-02 10:23 pm (UTC)OMG, this sentence made me ache :( Lovely fic.
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Date: 2006-04-24 04:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-03 05:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-03 10:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-04 09:40 pm (UTC)Yesyesyesyes, that made the very good fic perfect!
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Date: 2006-04-24 04:33 am (UTC)(excellent line)
I love your loopy Radek and want to posses one of my own. Perhaps you have spare?