Testament by gulessable
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sga_flashficTestament
By gulessable
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character death
Spoilers: None
For the Documentation challenge.
Summary: Sometimes, Elizabeth's job is hard
Sometimes, Elizabeth’s job is hard.
The block letters on the envelope stand out dark against the white paper. Last Will and Testament of Doctor Rodney McKay. Elizabeth swallows hard and pulls out the data storage device inside. This part of her job has never got any less difficult over the years, and is always heart-wrenching when done for friends.
In her dimly lit office, mid-way through the third shift, the light from her lap top is muted as Rodney winks into view. He is standing in his lab, fatter, more tired and less bald than she has seen him in recent memory. The date stamp at the bottom of the screen makes the recording over eight years old.
Her heart is heavy in her throat as she watches and listens.
“Okay. This is the last will and testament of Doctor Rodney McKay, Chief Science Officer, Atlantis Base. Ah…Hi Elizabeth, or, I suppose, maybe John. Though I don’t think that’s likely, but one must prepare for any eventuality, all probable things and what not.”
Rodney’s almost hysterical energy is palpable, across years and data storage media. Elizabeth notes the glazed eyes and hectically flushed cheeks. She can’t recall which crisis this recording falls into, but it is obviously one of the more serious close calls. Rodney is clearly under some form of chemical influence.
“So. Elizabeth. I, Rodney McKay, being dead (well, obviously, or I hope you’re not watching this) bequeath almost all my goods and possessions to Colonel John Sheppard.
Please send my Nobel Prize, or, well maybe it’s Prize*s* by now, I mean…then. I mean, *now* when you’re watching this, not now as I’m making this…Or, wait. Have we been declassified by then? I need this project to be declassified before I can win a Nobel. Yeah, anyway. Please send my Nobel Prizes to Brigadier General Samantha Carter. Unless she won more than I did. Then it’s just pathetic. If she has, please send her my notes on Unified Field Theory but, ah, spill some, some coffee on the last few lines. Smudge it up a little. Radek will help you. Oh, for the love of…”
Impatiently Rodney taps his ear piece and presumably responds to a summons for assistance.
“Is two minutes too much to ask of you monkeys? What have you broken now? Yes, yes, fine. On my way.”
And the vid feed blinks momentarily before winking back to life. The lab is brighter, but still deserted. The time stamp indicates a month has passed. Rodney is better rested but his usual slightly manic air is still present.
“Hi. It’s me, obviously. Back again. So. John gets most of it. Send Sam my Nobels, and/or my Unified Field Theory. Um. I would like you, Elizabeth, to give all my other notes and research to Radek. And, and, tell him I really do respect him. He is almost my equal as a physicist and possibly as good an engineer. God, I hope I’m dead before you get this, or I’ll never hear the end of it.
Tell Ronan to look under the bench in my bathroom. He is to keep what he finds there, but never tell anyone.
Please send the picture of my cat to my sister. She’s allergic. And tell her, tell her I died saving a bunch of kids, would you? Even if I don’t go down in some lab accident, just say there was a flood, or, or a fire and a bunch of kids. She won’t believe you, but it’s worth a try. Oh. WHAT?”
Once again, Rodney roars into his head set and Elizabeth winces in sympathy for the person on the other end, waiting for the scathing response.
“Carson?” Rodney is immediately tense and tentative. “Now? No, no. Of course it’s not ‘inconvenient’. Tell her I’ll be right down.”
Rodney’s image stands and freezes and Elizabeth sees an almost painful wave of uncertainty cross his face. She has rarely seen Rodney look so open and vulnerable. He gestures over his shoulder and says, “I’ve, I’ve got to go. I’m about to be a father. Um. See you later?” And again he is gone.
When the image returns the clock shows 48 hours have passed. Rodney appears tired, scared and jubilant all at the same time. In his arms is a tiny, sleeping baby. Cinnamon skinned and blunt-jawed.
“Me again. I just saw you, in the hall. But I guess it might be a bit since you’ve seen me. Anyway.
I hereby acknowledge paternity of David Emmagen and Mera Emmagen. Elizabeth, you win the baby pool for David, please collect from Radek. I have no idea who will win for Mera, here, but Radek will probably be running that pool as well. I absolutely disavow any responsibility for Halling and Charin, by the way. They are none of my work and you can’t blame me for them. What? I’m just saying…”
He addresses someone off camera, then stamps out of view momentarily to return without the baby. It must have been Mera, Elizabeth realises.
“In the unlikely event that I am pre-deceased by John, please see to it that everything is given to Teyla Emmagen and her heirs and descendants, all of them. Even the hell-spawn I am totally not the father of. There. Satisfied?” Rodney is talking to the person off camera again. The audio pick up catches a small snort, but Elizabeth can’t tell who it is.
“I have one last request Elizabeth. Even if you do nothing else, just please, do this. See this ring? Please…please give it to John. Living or dead, I want him to have it. We’ve never said anything, and I guess some people will have worked it out over the years, but, ah, maybe, maybe not. Anyway, he gave it to me, and he, he’s never said anything about it, but I’ve always taken it as a promise…”
Rodney isn’t talking through the camera to Elizabeth any more. He’s looking at someone off screen, and there are something quite close to tears in his eyes. Suddenly another figure appears on her screen. Long and lean and topped with messy hair.
Rodney is now plastered with tall, lazy Colonel and not complaining at all. John whispers something in his ear on his way to licking down Rodney’s neck.
Rodney squeaks and gropes for the remote to deactivate the camera. Just before her friends wink out, Rodney manages to gasp, “Um..as you can see, Cadman won the pool. God. John. Shit. Wait, wait!” And they disappear as the camera topples over to catch a micro-second shot of the lab ceiling.
Elizabeth smiles sadly to herself, wondering if she witnessed a proposal or an anniversary. This will certainly put some tongues to rest. She is just about to shut down her lap top when the vid feed comes back to life.
The lab is dark and Rodney bears several day’s stubble. Instead of standing in front of the camera as he has before, he is holding it in his hands, the view shaking slightly. The depth of emotion on his face, in his warm eyes, is almost too much for Elizabeth to watch.
“John? God, John. This had better be you watching. I’ve just been called down to the infirmary. You had better not die. You hear me? Don’t fucking die. Not now. We made a deal remember? Me first, or both together. I can’t do the grieving widow thing. I can’t keep watching you risk your life unless I know I’m going to go down first. You don’t get to die yet.”
The screen fades to black.
After a minute, Elizabeth wipes at her eyes and picks up the other envelope on her desk. Addressed to her, from John. Dated five years ago:
Dear Elizabeth,
If you’re reading this, then Rodney is probably dead and I’ve finally managed to exceed my luck as well. Hopefully we both died peacefully in bed, but I’m not really stupid enough to think that’s how we’ll go.
Probably we were doing something stupid and pointlessly heroic. Maybe we were arguing and walked off a cliff. Ronan’s always saying that’s how it’ll go down. But I know us, and I really hope we didn’t take anyone but a whole bunch of Wraith with us.
Rodney showed me his Will once, and I thought I should maybe make one as well. For the first time, for a long time, I have people worth remembering. Then, when I thought about it, I realised I have nothing to Will. Sure, there’s money, sitting in a bank account on Earth. But what will it buy out here?
All my riches, here in Atlantis, are people. And I am the richest man in two galaxies because of you all. So instead of a Will, I leave a Testament.
So.
Rodney McKay. Who I love. But not enough. Not as much as I love flying. Not enough to stand before all my friends and take his hand and make him a promise. He has always understood though. I think he maybe feels that secret promises, secretly kept count more. He was always a hopeless romantic. I bet you all didn’t know that about him. I regret my cowardice. Just, not enough.
Teyla. Who gave me a child. Who gave me friendship and treated me like a backward brother, in need of an ass kicking and maybe a good meal.
Ronan. Who made me a leader, simply by following. Who taught me more about honour and courage than all my years in the Airforce.
It has been an honour and a privilege living and serving with every single inhabitant of Atlantis. I look forward, hopefully to many years more of service, bad food and exceptionally cool spaceships. I hope to see Rodney grow old and grumpy(er). I want to see our children grow up together, far smarter than us, and happier too. I want to see Atlantis alive with ZPMs, glowing under the touch of hordes of ATA gene carriers. Take good care of her, she’ll be lonely without me, I think.
Elizabeth. If I was at any time a good team leader, I also know I was often a piss-poor Commander. The same things that made me good at one made it harder to be good at the other. I apologise for every grey hair I added to your head. You have been the best of friends to Rodney and I. I know that hasn’t always been all you’ve wanted, but I think it’s clear now why that was. I can regret any hurt that caused you, but really, not the reasons.
To be clear:
I hereby acknowledge paternity of Charin Emmagen. I believe that means you win the pool, Elizabeth. Please collect your prize from Zelenka.
I hereby acknowledge Rodney McKay as my long time lover and partner. I’d say husband, but then he’ll just start calling me ‘Mother’, and it all goes down hill from there. We’ve had ten years, God willing I’ll get twenty more. Tell Cadman that she can collect her prize from Carson. I wish I could be there to see the looks on both their faces, when they realise. I swear this city is populated solely by nattering yentas.
I would like you, Elizabeth, to take the Colours at my funeral. Ronan is to be given all my medals. I know Rodney has made provisions for disposal of his remains and I will reiterate them here for clarity. Please give him my tags and place us in the vortex of an opening wormhole. Anywhere but Earth. P4X-6969, if you can stand the joke. I was always rather fond of it, in all senses.
Rodney McKay, if not already dead, is the sole beneficiary of the rest of my worldly goods. If I am pre-deceased by him, or we die together, then Teyla Emmagen, and her heirs and descendants, inherit our combined estates, minus the bequests specifically made here and in the Will of Rodney McKay.
With love, and respect
John Sheppard
PS: Remind Lorne that the left drive pod on Jumper 3 runs a little hot. And, also, if anyone comes to you with a small wooden box they found in Jumper 5? Don’t open it. Please. JS.
PPS: Tell Rodney’s sister he died saving a bunch of kids, from a flood, or a fire. JS
Elizabeth sits at her desk, unmoving. Dawn is just beginning to creep over the horizon and soon she'll have to face the rest of Atlantis. For now she is alone, counting two more old friends who'll never stand in her office again.
By gulessable
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character death
Spoilers: None
For the Documentation challenge.
Summary: Sometimes, Elizabeth's job is hard
Sometimes, Elizabeth’s job is hard.
The block letters on the envelope stand out dark against the white paper. Last Will and Testament of Doctor Rodney McKay. Elizabeth swallows hard and pulls out the data storage device inside. This part of her job has never got any less difficult over the years, and is always heart-wrenching when done for friends.
In her dimly lit office, mid-way through the third shift, the light from her lap top is muted as Rodney winks into view. He is standing in his lab, fatter, more tired and less bald than she has seen him in recent memory. The date stamp at the bottom of the screen makes the recording over eight years old.
Her heart is heavy in her throat as she watches and listens.
“Okay. This is the last will and testament of Doctor Rodney McKay, Chief Science Officer, Atlantis Base. Ah…Hi Elizabeth, or, I suppose, maybe John. Though I don’t think that’s likely, but one must prepare for any eventuality, all probable things and what not.”
Rodney’s almost hysterical energy is palpable, across years and data storage media. Elizabeth notes the glazed eyes and hectically flushed cheeks. She can’t recall which crisis this recording falls into, but it is obviously one of the more serious close calls. Rodney is clearly under some form of chemical influence.
“So. Elizabeth. I, Rodney McKay, being dead (well, obviously, or I hope you’re not watching this) bequeath almost all my goods and possessions to Colonel John Sheppard.
Please send my Nobel Prize, or, well maybe it’s Prize*s* by now, I mean…then. I mean, *now* when you’re watching this, not now as I’m making this…Or, wait. Have we been declassified by then? I need this project to be declassified before I can win a Nobel. Yeah, anyway. Please send my Nobel Prizes to Brigadier General Samantha Carter. Unless she won more than I did. Then it’s just pathetic. If she has, please send her my notes on Unified Field Theory but, ah, spill some, some coffee on the last few lines. Smudge it up a little. Radek will help you. Oh, for the love of…”
Impatiently Rodney taps his ear piece and presumably responds to a summons for assistance.
“Is two minutes too much to ask of you monkeys? What have you broken now? Yes, yes, fine. On my way.”
And the vid feed blinks momentarily before winking back to life. The lab is brighter, but still deserted. The time stamp indicates a month has passed. Rodney is better rested but his usual slightly manic air is still present.
“Hi. It’s me, obviously. Back again. So. John gets most of it. Send Sam my Nobels, and/or my Unified Field Theory. Um. I would like you, Elizabeth, to give all my other notes and research to Radek. And, and, tell him I really do respect him. He is almost my equal as a physicist and possibly as good an engineer. God, I hope I’m dead before you get this, or I’ll never hear the end of it.
Tell Ronan to look under the bench in my bathroom. He is to keep what he finds there, but never tell anyone.
Please send the picture of my cat to my sister. She’s allergic. And tell her, tell her I died saving a bunch of kids, would you? Even if I don’t go down in some lab accident, just say there was a flood, or, or a fire and a bunch of kids. She won’t believe you, but it’s worth a try. Oh. WHAT?”
Once again, Rodney roars into his head set and Elizabeth winces in sympathy for the person on the other end, waiting for the scathing response.
“Carson?” Rodney is immediately tense and tentative. “Now? No, no. Of course it’s not ‘inconvenient’. Tell her I’ll be right down.”
Rodney’s image stands and freezes and Elizabeth sees an almost painful wave of uncertainty cross his face. She has rarely seen Rodney look so open and vulnerable. He gestures over his shoulder and says, “I’ve, I’ve got to go. I’m about to be a father. Um. See you later?” And again he is gone.
When the image returns the clock shows 48 hours have passed. Rodney appears tired, scared and jubilant all at the same time. In his arms is a tiny, sleeping baby. Cinnamon skinned and blunt-jawed.
“Me again. I just saw you, in the hall. But I guess it might be a bit since you’ve seen me. Anyway.
I hereby acknowledge paternity of David Emmagen and Mera Emmagen. Elizabeth, you win the baby pool for David, please collect from Radek. I have no idea who will win for Mera, here, but Radek will probably be running that pool as well. I absolutely disavow any responsibility for Halling and Charin, by the way. They are none of my work and you can’t blame me for them. What? I’m just saying…”
He addresses someone off camera, then stamps out of view momentarily to return without the baby. It must have been Mera, Elizabeth realises.
“In the unlikely event that I am pre-deceased by John, please see to it that everything is given to Teyla Emmagen and her heirs and descendants, all of them. Even the hell-spawn I am totally not the father of. There. Satisfied?” Rodney is talking to the person off camera again. The audio pick up catches a small snort, but Elizabeth can’t tell who it is.
“I have one last request Elizabeth. Even if you do nothing else, just please, do this. See this ring? Please…please give it to John. Living or dead, I want him to have it. We’ve never said anything, and I guess some people will have worked it out over the years, but, ah, maybe, maybe not. Anyway, he gave it to me, and he, he’s never said anything about it, but I’ve always taken it as a promise…”
Rodney isn’t talking through the camera to Elizabeth any more. He’s looking at someone off screen, and there are something quite close to tears in his eyes. Suddenly another figure appears on her screen. Long and lean and topped with messy hair.
Rodney is now plastered with tall, lazy Colonel and not complaining at all. John whispers something in his ear on his way to licking down Rodney’s neck.
Rodney squeaks and gropes for the remote to deactivate the camera. Just before her friends wink out, Rodney manages to gasp, “Um..as you can see, Cadman won the pool. God. John. Shit. Wait, wait!” And they disappear as the camera topples over to catch a micro-second shot of the lab ceiling.
Elizabeth smiles sadly to herself, wondering if she witnessed a proposal or an anniversary. This will certainly put some tongues to rest. She is just about to shut down her lap top when the vid feed comes back to life.
The lab is dark and Rodney bears several day’s stubble. Instead of standing in front of the camera as he has before, he is holding it in his hands, the view shaking slightly. The depth of emotion on his face, in his warm eyes, is almost too much for Elizabeth to watch.
“John? God, John. This had better be you watching. I’ve just been called down to the infirmary. You had better not die. You hear me? Don’t fucking die. Not now. We made a deal remember? Me first, or both together. I can’t do the grieving widow thing. I can’t keep watching you risk your life unless I know I’m going to go down first. You don’t get to die yet.”
The screen fades to black.
After a minute, Elizabeth wipes at her eyes and picks up the other envelope on her desk. Addressed to her, from John. Dated five years ago:
Dear Elizabeth,
If you’re reading this, then Rodney is probably dead and I’ve finally managed to exceed my luck as well. Hopefully we both died peacefully in bed, but I’m not really stupid enough to think that’s how we’ll go.
Probably we were doing something stupid and pointlessly heroic. Maybe we were arguing and walked off a cliff. Ronan’s always saying that’s how it’ll go down. But I know us, and I really hope we didn’t take anyone but a whole bunch of Wraith with us.
Rodney showed me his Will once, and I thought I should maybe make one as well. For the first time, for a long time, I have people worth remembering. Then, when I thought about it, I realised I have nothing to Will. Sure, there’s money, sitting in a bank account on Earth. But what will it buy out here?
All my riches, here in Atlantis, are people. And I am the richest man in two galaxies because of you all. So instead of a Will, I leave a Testament.
So.
Rodney McKay. Who I love. But not enough. Not as much as I love flying. Not enough to stand before all my friends and take his hand and make him a promise. He has always understood though. I think he maybe feels that secret promises, secretly kept count more. He was always a hopeless romantic. I bet you all didn’t know that about him. I regret my cowardice. Just, not enough.
Teyla. Who gave me a child. Who gave me friendship and treated me like a backward brother, in need of an ass kicking and maybe a good meal.
Ronan. Who made me a leader, simply by following. Who taught me more about honour and courage than all my years in the Airforce.
It has been an honour and a privilege living and serving with every single inhabitant of Atlantis. I look forward, hopefully to many years more of service, bad food and exceptionally cool spaceships. I hope to see Rodney grow old and grumpy(er). I want to see our children grow up together, far smarter than us, and happier too. I want to see Atlantis alive with ZPMs, glowing under the touch of hordes of ATA gene carriers. Take good care of her, she’ll be lonely without me, I think.
Elizabeth. If I was at any time a good team leader, I also know I was often a piss-poor Commander. The same things that made me good at one made it harder to be good at the other. I apologise for every grey hair I added to your head. You have been the best of friends to Rodney and I. I know that hasn’t always been all you’ve wanted, but I think it’s clear now why that was. I can regret any hurt that caused you, but really, not the reasons.
To be clear:
I hereby acknowledge paternity of Charin Emmagen. I believe that means you win the pool, Elizabeth. Please collect your prize from Zelenka.
I hereby acknowledge Rodney McKay as my long time lover and partner. I’d say husband, but then he’ll just start calling me ‘Mother’, and it all goes down hill from there. We’ve had ten years, God willing I’ll get twenty more. Tell Cadman that she can collect her prize from Carson. I wish I could be there to see the looks on both their faces, when they realise. I swear this city is populated solely by nattering yentas.
I would like you, Elizabeth, to take the Colours at my funeral. Ronan is to be given all my medals. I know Rodney has made provisions for disposal of his remains and I will reiterate them here for clarity. Please give him my tags and place us in the vortex of an opening wormhole. Anywhere but Earth. P4X-6969, if you can stand the joke. I was always rather fond of it, in all senses.
Rodney McKay, if not already dead, is the sole beneficiary of the rest of my worldly goods. If I am pre-deceased by him, or we die together, then Teyla Emmagen, and her heirs and descendants, inherit our combined estates, minus the bequests specifically made here and in the Will of Rodney McKay.
With love, and respect
John Sheppard
PS: Remind Lorne that the left drive pod on Jumper 3 runs a little hot. And, also, if anyone comes to you with a small wooden box they found in Jumper 5? Don’t open it. Please. JS.
PPS: Tell Rodney’s sister he died saving a bunch of kids, from a flood, or a fire. JS
Elizabeth sits at her desk, unmoving. Dawn is just beginning to creep over the horizon and soon she'll have to face the rest of Atlantis. For now she is alone, counting two more old friends who'll never stand in her office again.
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Date: 2006-01-23 09:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-23 09:32 am (UTC)Your story made me cry and mourn the boys - and it's been a while since I've read one that made me cry (the last one was by
I don't recognise your name in many SGA fics but I do hope you write more as I like your writing.
Great work and prose and thanks for sharing. :D
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Date: 2006-01-23 09:45 am (UTC)I haven't cried reading fic in a really really long time...well, at least where the writer intended for their readers to feel some sort of sad emotions. Crying because of the lack of English/French education for our youths these days does not count.
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Date: 2006-01-23 02:02 pm (UTC)Rodney McKay. Who I love. But not enough. Not as much as I love flying. Not enough to stand before all my friends and take his hand and make him a promise.
I really hope John would grow beyond this place -- and that the USAF would, too, to not force him to make that choice. But it's very realistic to have them stuck there.
At least J&R died together. I didn't quite follow the bit about Teyla's children -- did she have twins by Rodney and a singleton by John? And Halling by Ronon?
Have you done other SGA, and if so, where are you hiding it?
First dip in the SGA pool
Date: 2006-01-25 03:42 am (UTC)Yeah, in my head, Teyla decided she wanted babies, but couldn't settle on a husband. David and Mera aren't twins but both belong to Rodney, Charin is John's and Halling is Ronons's kid.
This is my first go at SGA, though some BTVS can be found on my LJ
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Date: 2006-01-23 04:31 pm (UTC)testament
Date: 2006-01-23 04:42 pm (UTC)I liked that John was able to acknowledge Rodney finally. As far as death fics go, this one was pretty painless. Thank you.
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Date: 2006-01-23 06:51 pm (UTC)that was beautiful.
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Date: 2006-01-23 08:38 pm (UTC)Brilliant piece... *can't speak*
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Date: 2006-01-24 01:49 am (UTC)I have no idea
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Date: 2006-01-24 02:14 am (UTC)This gave me chills. It's just so perfect and sad and yet so hopeful too, that they got so much time together and got to love each other so much.
Wonderful, wonderful story.
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Date: 2006-01-24 02:24 am (UTC)I'm just going to go into the corner for a minute and have a cry.
Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2006-01-24 03:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-24 03:38 am (UTC)First dip in the SGA pool
Date: 2006-01-25 03:45 am (UTC)Yeah, in my head, Teyla decided she wanted babies, but couldn't settle on a husband. David and Mera aren't twins but both belong to Rodney, Charin is John's and Halling is Ronon's kid.
This is my first go at SGA, though some BTVS can be found on my LJ
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Date: 2006-03-09 07:23 am (UTC)also, i love that atlantis has long running bets - that even now, years after the initial wager, Elizabeth will get up tomorrow and tell cadman she won, and cadman will collect even as they're all mourning the deaths of their friends.
plus, P4X-6969? *snerk* that is so perfect.
Thanks
Date: 2006-03-11 04:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-09 08:11 am (UTC)well done.
thanks for writing.