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sga_flashficChallenge: Shark II
Title: Obvious Place
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magus_minor
Summary: Sequel to Out of Sight. What if the knife shows?
Rating: mature for various reasons, and I'd be obliged if you'd take this seriously.
Pairing: in a very messed up way, McShep
Spoilers: yes
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters. This is merely a hobby. We are making no money and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: How dark can you go? It wouldn't leave me alone.
Obvious Place
See the shark with teeth like razors
You can read his open face
And Macheath, he's got a knife, and
In such an obvious place.
- The Threepenny Opera, 1976 Version on Broadway, Ralph Manheim and John Willett
It's when John sees the scar on Rodney's arm, pulling on whole flesh, raised and purple against the pale skin, that he thinks, tonight. Tonight, and it's been weeks. It'll be good. It'll take his edge off, letting the knife blade show. Not for long, just a while.
He doesn't know how he spends the day working next to Rodney, pretending nothing is wrong, there's no secret he could tell, and that he doesn't have a care in the world, save for fixing this whatever it is. John couldn't care less. The knife is hidden. That's the important thing.
Zelenka and Rodney are talking incessantly, so he doesn't even have to make conversation a lot, save for the occasional snarky comment to keep them off the track. He tunes out what they say, just listens to Rodney's voice, hearing it without hearing the words. Overlaid with a different cadence, one of pain and humiliation, of near-hysterical pleading, of promising everything from money, to coffee, to sex to get that knife away from him.
John concentrates on breathing, and lets himself wonder how he would feel this if Kolya had taken Rodney up on that offer instead of looking disgusted, as his soldiers laughed, joking amongst themselves what Rodney would have to offer in that department.
Rodney's climbed on a chair to get at the circuits, and John braces the splintered pillar they're in. They make a good team, Zelenka comments and John fires off something offensive that Rodney laughs at. Zelenka just shakes his head. Boys will be boys, he seems to think, and turns away, leaving John to his thoughts.
Rodney begging sounds so broken and perfect. Occasionally, John wonders how he manages not to give himself away when he has to listen to that voice every day. But then, he's the only one who knows about this. He's the only one who's seen that tape. Once the Genii were dead and lightning had raced through the city, and everyone had come back, there was chaos. Beckett out of commission with concussion, Rodney doctoring himself (and doing a piss-poor job of it), Elizabeth sitting down in Grodin's arms with shock. Nobody noticed how John copied the file to his laptop, then erased the surveillance record of that whole day. Nobody caught him. Nobody knew about the knife.
Rodney's done and climbing down. He's too close, so John turns and makes a stupid comment about the pillar. Rodney rolls his eyes, Zelenka finds it hysterical, and offers John a bottle of moonshine for his help.
It's good. And soon, it'll be better.
As the door closes behind him, the bottle's already open. Barring emergencies, he'll be undisturbed for hours.
He hesitates. Usually, he'd wait till at least 2 a.m. Today, he doesn't think he can. Not when he's been listening to Rodney's voice all day.
The moonshine burns going down, and he welcomes it. Rodney's scar is in his mind's eye, and John's already hard. But today, he'll make it to the confessing before coming, he tells himself. He wants to come to that voice, high and fast, betraying them, giving everything away, after just one little cut. He wants that so much it hurts.
More moonshine, and the laptop's turned on. Hidden where nobody would ever look for it, the file, marked, simply, drr052. He starts the program, and it cuts right in. Elizabeth is led out, Kolya's asking Rodney questions. The knife comes out soon, and John has to grip himself hard to make this last. The way Rodney's intonation changes, the stumbling over words, and during all of it, Kolya calm as anything.
There go the promises. John strokes himself once, just once, when Rodney's offering, in his own bumbling way, a blowjob, and the soldiers laugh. He's come to that laugh too often - this time, he'll make it last.
The cutting nearly does him in, but he holds on, eyes on the screen, mouth open, and oh, finally, the tears and the confession. John lets himself have it, comes and comes to the sound of Rodney McKay betraying Atlantis, betraying them all, so very weak, and for a moment he's not sure if he's just passed out.
He just lies there, eyes closed, listening to the increasingly hysterical pleading for no more pain, no more, I'll tell you everything, and sighs. God, Rodney.
The sound cuts off. John frowns. It was on repeat, wasn't it?
But when he opens his eyes, Rodney's standing there, one hand still on the laptop's touchpad, face unreadable and white.
End.
Title: Obvious Place
Author:
magus_minorSummary: Sequel to Out of Sight. What if the knife shows?
Rating: mature for various reasons, and I'd be obliged if you'd take this seriously.
Pairing: in a very messed up way, McShep
Spoilers: yes
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters. This is merely a hobby. We are making no money and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: How dark can you go? It wouldn't leave me alone.
Obvious Place
See the shark with teeth like razors
You can read his open face
And Macheath, he's got a knife, and
In such an obvious place.
- The Threepenny Opera, 1976 Version on Broadway, Ralph Manheim and John Willett
It's when John sees the scar on Rodney's arm, pulling on whole flesh, raised and purple against the pale skin, that he thinks, tonight. Tonight, and it's been weeks. It'll be good. It'll take his edge off, letting the knife blade show. Not for long, just a while.
He doesn't know how he spends the day working next to Rodney, pretending nothing is wrong, there's no secret he could tell, and that he doesn't have a care in the world, save for fixing this whatever it is. John couldn't care less. The knife is hidden. That's the important thing.
Zelenka and Rodney are talking incessantly, so he doesn't even have to make conversation a lot, save for the occasional snarky comment to keep them off the track. He tunes out what they say, just listens to Rodney's voice, hearing it without hearing the words. Overlaid with a different cadence, one of pain and humiliation, of near-hysterical pleading, of promising everything from money, to coffee, to sex to get that knife away from him.
John concentrates on breathing, and lets himself wonder how he would feel this if Kolya had taken Rodney up on that offer instead of looking disgusted, as his soldiers laughed, joking amongst themselves what Rodney would have to offer in that department.
Rodney's climbed on a chair to get at the circuits, and John braces the splintered pillar they're in. They make a good team, Zelenka comments and John fires off something offensive that Rodney laughs at. Zelenka just shakes his head. Boys will be boys, he seems to think, and turns away, leaving John to his thoughts.
Rodney begging sounds so broken and perfect. Occasionally, John wonders how he manages not to give himself away when he has to listen to that voice every day. But then, he's the only one who knows about this. He's the only one who's seen that tape. Once the Genii were dead and lightning had raced through the city, and everyone had come back, there was chaos. Beckett out of commission with concussion, Rodney doctoring himself (and doing a piss-poor job of it), Elizabeth sitting down in Grodin's arms with shock. Nobody noticed how John copied the file to his laptop, then erased the surveillance record of that whole day. Nobody caught him. Nobody knew about the knife.
Rodney's done and climbing down. He's too close, so John turns and makes a stupid comment about the pillar. Rodney rolls his eyes, Zelenka finds it hysterical, and offers John a bottle of moonshine for his help.
It's good. And soon, it'll be better.
As the door closes behind him, the bottle's already open. Barring emergencies, he'll be undisturbed for hours.
He hesitates. Usually, he'd wait till at least 2 a.m. Today, he doesn't think he can. Not when he's been listening to Rodney's voice all day.
The moonshine burns going down, and he welcomes it. Rodney's scar is in his mind's eye, and John's already hard. But today, he'll make it to the confessing before coming, he tells himself. He wants to come to that voice, high and fast, betraying them, giving everything away, after just one little cut. He wants that so much it hurts.
More moonshine, and the laptop's turned on. Hidden where nobody would ever look for it, the file, marked, simply, drr052. He starts the program, and it cuts right in. Elizabeth is led out, Kolya's asking Rodney questions. The knife comes out soon, and John has to grip himself hard to make this last. The way Rodney's intonation changes, the stumbling over words, and during all of it, Kolya calm as anything.
There go the promises. John strokes himself once, just once, when Rodney's offering, in his own bumbling way, a blowjob, and the soldiers laugh. He's come to that laugh too often - this time, he'll make it last.
The cutting nearly does him in, but he holds on, eyes on the screen, mouth open, and oh, finally, the tears and the confession. John lets himself have it, comes and comes to the sound of Rodney McKay betraying Atlantis, betraying them all, so very weak, and for a moment he's not sure if he's just passed out.
He just lies there, eyes closed, listening to the increasingly hysterical pleading for no more pain, no more, I'll tell you everything, and sighs. God, Rodney.
The sound cuts off. John frowns. It was on repeat, wasn't it?
But when he opens his eyes, Rodney's standing there, one hand still on the laptop's touchpad, face unreadable and white.
End.
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Date: 2005-12-11 08:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-12 05:11 am (UTC)dark
Date: 2005-12-11 08:21 pm (UTC)I liked the interaction during the ordinary day - the way John's playing things in his mind - keeping things compartmentalized - while he's teasing and playing. That's the truly scary thing about this kind of John. The ability to separate from it all.
Dark, dark fic, but so well done.
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Date: 2005-12-12 05:13 am (UTC)The interaction was - interesting to write, because there are two things going on there at the same time, and the currents had to be so separate. Fun, in its way. (And I can't believe I said fun about something like this1!)
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Date: 2005-12-11 08:26 pm (UTC)*****GGGGG******
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Date: 2005-12-12 05:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-11 08:27 pm (UTC)I worship you now, in the way that one worships the great and terrible forces of nature.
omg, there has to be more, you know. We fear your powers, O mighty one. But we love you, too.
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Date: 2005-12-12 05:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-12-12 05:16 am (UTC)But yeah, there'll be more.
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Date: 2005-12-11 08:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-12-11 09:17 pm (UTC)Because I am devoutly hoping there will be a next time, if you get my drift, here...
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Date: 2005-12-12 05:21 am (UTC)Seriously, thank you! Glad you like them.
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Date: 2005-12-11 09:48 pm (UTC)You're going to tell us what happens next, right? Right??
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Date: 2005-12-11 10:12 pm (UTC)Very vibrant writing. Entrancing.
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Date: 2005-12-12 05:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-11 10:39 pm (UTC)More please?
*klo*
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Date: 2005-12-12 05:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-11 10:53 pm (UTC)Poor Rodney, he must be shocked!
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Date: 2005-12-12 01:29 am (UTC)This is amazing. John's dirty little secret. Rodney's horror and shame. The knife. Aieee. It's frightening and hot and I hope there's more.
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Date: 2005-12-12 04:53 am (UTC)This ones just as good and just as disturbing as the first. Your John is so *creepy*. There was a terrible sense of anticipation all the way through this, and the end just hit me in the gut. God, it's all so broken now, and yet it was all a lie all along, anyway, on John's part, and now...
I'm terrified of what you might write next, but you're not going to leave it *there*, are you?
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Date: 2005-12-12 05:30 am (UTC)I'm kind of afraid what'll come out, too, but well. We'll see.
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Date: 2005-12-12 05:07 am (UTC)I have no trouble at all picturing the look on Rodney's face.
This is...just wow. The first part was good. This one's even better.
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Date: 2005-12-12 05:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-12 05:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-12 07:00 am (UTC)Oops?
Date: 2005-12-12 06:06 am (UTC)-Oops? John slurs from the moonshine.
-What? You've got to be kidding, right? This is way bigger than an 'OOPS'! McKay grabs laptop and storms out.
John shrugs shoulders and finishes moonshine.
-Burp...so much for that! John tries to pull up pants but falls asleep, drooling.
Okay, seriously, though. Very scary. Who is going to be more afraid of who here? Dark!John? or will McKay finally have all the pieces to just what he's been dealing with for the past year and a half. Yes, not who, but what. And will he be be scared shitless that for a year of that time, at least, that what has been obsessing, focusing on HIS torture session with the Pegasus Galaxy's bogeyman to get himself off. It would scare me! I'd go start on my profile of 'JohnthSerialKiller' right away. Or will John try to suck up to try to contain the damage?
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Date: 2005-12-12 07:01 am (UTC)