Spoiled, by Ekaterinn
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sga_flashficTitle: Spoiled
Author: Ekaterinn
Category: Gen - pre-slash if you really squint.
Challenge: Food
Summary: It's the best thing he's eaten since leaving Atlantis.
Note: Lost Boys fic. This is my first time posting to this comm, so I hope y'all like this!
He'll claim all that is spoiled in your heart.
-Bright Eyes, "Make War"
Sheppard appeared in the very primitive excuse for a lab one night, well after Jase had gone off to bed, but only thirty minutes after Rodney had given up and was simply staring at the wall. "Hey," he said, very softly.
It was still enough for Rodney to twirl around and crouch down in a defensive pose. He put his hands up and Rodney immediately felt several kinds of a fool. "Sorry," he said "I didn't mean to - it's the enzyme." He was stumbling over his words, his mouth moving faster than his brain, and that never happened. "I can’t think," he told Sheppard, aware that he sounded like a whining puppy.
Or worse, an undergrad.
"It's cool," Sheppard said, smiling lazily. Rodney would never admit it, but seeing that smile made him feel a tiny bit better. "I was just bringing you something."
He reached into a bag that Rodney hadn't noticed he was holding and god, he was really losing brain cells by the second if he was getting so unobservant. But if Sheppard detected Rodney's rising panic, he gave no sign of it. Instead, he pulled out a carefully wrapped plate and placed it on the table next to Rodney. "I'm sorry it's cold. I couldn't find the microwave, though they did seem to have clingwrap."
"Huh?" Rodney said, transferring his stare from Sheppard to the plate.
"It's some of my own food. Certified drug-free." Sheppard said quietly, "You've been losing weight."
Rodney glanced up. Sheppard’s eyes were shadowed, but his face was kind. It was almost too much for Rodney to take. He looked down at the table, determined not to make a big deal out of this.
Unwrapping the pate with one hand, he mumbled, "Ford said they've stopped drugging the food since they started us on the injections, but..." Rodney absently rubbed the spot where the enzyme was injected. The first time two of Ford's goons had held him down, leaving bruises on his shoulders and forearms. He'd flashed back to Kolya and the knife, going very still. Afterwards, he had vomited what little he’d been able to force down the day before.
He hadn't struggled the second time. "Anyway, thanks." He said, stuffing his mouth with a roll. "It’s wonderful," he added with feeling.
Sheppard grinned. "Even cold?"
He swallowed it and nodded. "Undrugged, Colonel. That makes it the best thing I've eaten since that roast beef MRE on Atlantis." And it was. His hands had even stopped shaking so much. "Though - not to discourage you or anything - you're skinny enough already. Are you sure you should be giving away food?"
Sheppard, moving closer to Rodney, reached out and squeezed him on his shoulder. "You're McKay. You're part of my team," he told him, as if that answered everything.
And maybe it did, thought Rodney as he happily munched down on some green beans. Maybe it did.
Author: Ekaterinn
Category: Gen - pre-slash if you really squint.
Challenge: Food
Summary: It's the best thing he's eaten since leaving Atlantis.
Note: Lost Boys fic. This is my first time posting to this comm, so I hope y'all like this!
He'll claim all that is spoiled in your heart.
-Bright Eyes, "Make War"
Sheppard appeared in the very primitive excuse for a lab one night, well after Jase had gone off to bed, but only thirty minutes after Rodney had given up and was simply staring at the wall. "Hey," he said, very softly.
It was still enough for Rodney to twirl around and crouch down in a defensive pose. He put his hands up and Rodney immediately felt several kinds of a fool. "Sorry," he said "I didn't mean to - it's the enzyme." He was stumbling over his words, his mouth moving faster than his brain, and that never happened. "I can’t think," he told Sheppard, aware that he sounded like a whining puppy.
Or worse, an undergrad.
"It's cool," Sheppard said, smiling lazily. Rodney would never admit it, but seeing that smile made him feel a tiny bit better. "I was just bringing you something."
He reached into a bag that Rodney hadn't noticed he was holding and god, he was really losing brain cells by the second if he was getting so unobservant. But if Sheppard detected Rodney's rising panic, he gave no sign of it. Instead, he pulled out a carefully wrapped plate and placed it on the table next to Rodney. "I'm sorry it's cold. I couldn't find the microwave, though they did seem to have clingwrap."
"Huh?" Rodney said, transferring his stare from Sheppard to the plate.
"It's some of my own food. Certified drug-free." Sheppard said quietly, "You've been losing weight."
Rodney glanced up. Sheppard’s eyes were shadowed, but his face was kind. It was almost too much for Rodney to take. He looked down at the table, determined not to make a big deal out of this.
Unwrapping the pate with one hand, he mumbled, "Ford said they've stopped drugging the food since they started us on the injections, but..." Rodney absently rubbed the spot where the enzyme was injected. The first time two of Ford's goons had held him down, leaving bruises on his shoulders and forearms. He'd flashed back to Kolya and the knife, going very still. Afterwards, he had vomited what little he’d been able to force down the day before.
He hadn't struggled the second time. "Anyway, thanks." He said, stuffing his mouth with a roll. "It’s wonderful," he added with feeling.
Sheppard grinned. "Even cold?"
He swallowed it and nodded. "Undrugged, Colonel. That makes it the best thing I've eaten since that roast beef MRE on Atlantis." And it was. His hands had even stopped shaking so much. "Though - not to discourage you or anything - you're skinny enough already. Are you sure you should be giving away food?"
Sheppard, moving closer to Rodney, reached out and squeezed him on his shoulder. "You're McKay. You're part of my team," he told him, as if that answered everything.
And maybe it did, thought Rodney as he happily munched down on some green beans. Maybe it did.
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Date: 2005-10-09 10:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-10-09 11:32 am (UTC)Lovely story. Very believable Rodney, and lovely, sweet Shep.
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Date: 2005-10-09 01:20 pm (UTC)Horror! ;) This was nice; touch of angst, a waft of sweet, and lovely prose.
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Date: 2010-06-11 12:22 am (UTC)Not easy to read but worthwhile.