Redundant by Regina Bellatrix
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sga_flashficTitle: Redundant
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reginabellatrix
Rating: PG
Pairing: none
Characters: Team
Spoilers: S2 “Epiphany”& “Grace Under Pressure”
Warnings: Um... sappiness
Sometimes John thought he should have concentrated harder on the path to ascension when he was stuck in Sanctuary for those six months (two hours). If he had, maybe he would have had a superpower or two tucked up his sleeves by the time Rodney and the others had come to rescue him. Something like Teer’s foresight would have been nice, or her mother’s telekinesis, although, at the moment he’d give anything to have Hedda’s ability to heal people.
“God damn it, Rodney, breathe. If there were ever a time to be a stubborn son of a bitch, it’s now, Rodney. You gotta hang in there and breathe.”
Teyla was breathing for Rodney right now, and John was putting his fear into compressions as well as his voice. Ronon was sprawled a few feet away on the river bank taking a well-earned rest after having pulled his teammate from the river’s swift current.
The bridge they’d been crossing had been harbouring a hidden weak spot that gave way as soon as Rodney’s foot came down on it. Wood splintering beneath him, Rodney had fallen with a yelp and a splash. In the middle of a forest, the bridge wasn’t far above the river, and Rodney might’ve got out of it with nothing more than a good soaking, but his heavy equipment pack had weighed him down, making it impossible for him to fight the current. He’d been swept into a patch of rocks and by the time the river pulled him past them, he hadn’t been moving at all.
Ronon was already on the far bank when Rodney had gone in and he’d taken off running, shedding weapons and shirt before launching himself into the river just past the rocks. Swimming strongly with the current, Ronon had caught up with Rodney remarkably fast. The other man’s pack had come in handy then, giving Ronon something to anchor his fist in while he angled both of them back toward the bank.
John and Teyla had run to meet them and together had hauled Rodney up out of the grasp of both Ronon and the river. If John hadn’t already been afraid, he would have started then; Rodney hadn’t so much as twitched while they manhandled him to level ground. Teyla had started breathing for him as soon as she could stop pulling, while John frantically stripped Rodney’s pack off so they could lay him flat for the CPR.
Just when it started to feel like they’d been doing it for far, far too long, Rodney gave a ragged gasp and began hacking up water. Relief hit John like a sledgehammer, and he collapsed backwards as Teyla helped Rodney roll onto his side, her capable hands supporting him as he expelled the water he’d swallowed and inhaled. John scrubbed one hand across his face and then reached out with the other to rub a soothing line between Rodney’s shoulder blades.
When the shuddering of Rodney’s body slowed to just that of the occasional cough, John rolled back up into a sitting position. His hands joined Teyla’s in guiding Rodney upright as well, the other man settling with his shoulder pressed to John’s for support.
“Fuck,” Rodney’s voice was rasping, but he was talking. That was all John cared about. “I’m really beginning to hate water.”
John couldn’t help himself; he started laughing. He brought his arm up to pull Rodney tighter against him in a brief, one-armed hug. “This time you’ve got Ronon to thank for going in and pulling you out of the water.”
Rodney followed the line of John’s pointing finger to look over at where Ronon was now propped up on one arm, watching the rest of them. “Oh.” He lifted a hand in a weak little wave. “Thanks.”
“Welcome.” Ronon got to his feet. “Going to go get my stuff. I’ll be right back.”
John watched him walk back up the river to where his things were scattered, carefully retrieving and dusting off each item. He didn’t notice that Teyla had moved to inspect Rodney’s head for damage until Rodney yelped and nearly toppled forward.
“Ow. Be careful.” Rodney pressed against John’s side, twisting around to evade Teyla’s searching fingers.
“Rodney,” Teyla said, voice stern, “sit still. I will be as gentle as I can, but you must allow me to determine the extent of your head injury.”
“Better do as she says, buddy,” said John, giving Rodney a gentle shove back toward Teyla.
Rodney grimaced but, save for when he coughed a little more, he was still as Teyla prodded at his scalp.
“There,” Teyla pulled her hands away and, smiling, moved to sit in front of John and Rodney. “You have a lump forming on the back of your head, but it does not appear that the skin was broken. Once again, we are all grateful that you have such a, what is the phrase? tough hide and thick skull.”
Rodney made a face in reply and said, “Funny.”
John would have chastised him, but the Rodney’s usual level of sarcasm just wasn’t there, and the poor guy was starting to shiver a little and was looking pretty miserable.
“Get your vest and shirt off.”
Ronon was back, weapons all in their usual places, though still bare-chested.
“What? I’m cold. I’m not taking off my shirt.”
“Your gear is wet. It’s not going to keep you warm. Take off your vest and shirt. You can wear mine instead.” Ronon held up his still dry shirt.
When Rodney hesitated, John reached out to start unbuckling Rodney’s tac vest, only to have his hands batted away. “I can do it,” Rodney snapped. He fumbled with it a little, but John didn’t offer to help again, and Rodney shed both the water laden vest and shirt on his own. John didn’t have a chance to see if Rodney was developing any bruising on his torso, he snatched Ronon’s shirt and slipped it on so fast.
Rodney plucked at the front of it and grumbled, “I feel like I’m playing dress-up.”
“Hey,” said John, tapping his fist against Rodney’s shoulder, “it’s dry.”
“True.”
John turned his attention back to Ronon. “How far a walk do you think it is back to that little meadow we walked through just before the trees started up again?”
Ronon shrugged. “Five minute walk.”
“So ... about a quarter mile. You think you can handle that, Rodney? If we go slow and take breaks?”
“Do I have a choice?” Rodney asked.
“Well, we need to get you home. Have Beckett check you out. That meadow’s the closest spot I can park the jumper to where we are. I could leave you guys here, go get the jumper and then we could try to rig a stretcher for you with a tarp, carry you back.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ll walk. The way my luck’s going, you guys’ll trip while you’re carrying me or something and we’ll have more invalids to deal with.”
“Okay, walking it is.”
John and Teyla stood, then reached down to help Rodney to his feet. He was a little wobbly, so Teyla tucked herself under his arm for support. John scooped up Rodney’s shirt and vest, leaving the pack for Ronon to carry.
They slowly made their way back to the bridge, crossing it carefully, staying on the reinforced wheel tracks. Getting back to the meadow took considerably longer than five minutes since they were stopping often to let Rodney rest, but they got there eventually. Teyla settled Rodney in the shade of a tree at the edge of the clearing and took up a watchful position a few feet away.
“Ronon, Teyla, you guys stay here with Rodney,” John said, setting Rodney’s things down next to him. “I’m going to run and get the jumper. Shouldn’t be too long.”
Teyla nodded in reply, Ronon grunted and Rodney gave him a little wave. John waved back, then turned and ran.
Once in the trees, the going was rougher than the easy sprint of the meadow. John had been running with Ronon nearly every day for months, though, and he settled into an easy, balanced pace. It was only about a mile and a half from the meadow to the jumper, and in no time at all, John was turning off the cloak, opening the hatch and flinging himself into the pilot’s seat.
The jumper rose smoothly into to the air, and John was skimming over the tops of the trees he’d just run through. The dark green of the trees soon gave way to the green and gold tones of the meadow, Teyla, Rodney and Ronon just visible at the far edge. Teyla and Ronon were flanking Rodney and each had a hand at his elbows for support.
John smiled to himself as he landed the jumper in the middle of the small clearing. He didn’t really need superpowers. He had his team.
Author:
reginabellatrixRating: PG
Pairing: none
Characters: Team
Spoilers: S2 “Epiphany”& “Grace Under Pressure”
Warnings: Um... sappiness
Sometimes John thought he should have concentrated harder on the path to ascension when he was stuck in Sanctuary for those six months (two hours). If he had, maybe he would have had a superpower or two tucked up his sleeves by the time Rodney and the others had come to rescue him. Something like Teer’s foresight would have been nice, or her mother’s telekinesis, although, at the moment he’d give anything to have Hedda’s ability to heal people.
“God damn it, Rodney, breathe. If there were ever a time to be a stubborn son of a bitch, it’s now, Rodney. You gotta hang in there and breathe.”
Teyla was breathing for Rodney right now, and John was putting his fear into compressions as well as his voice. Ronon was sprawled a few feet away on the river bank taking a well-earned rest after having pulled his teammate from the river’s swift current.
The bridge they’d been crossing had been harbouring a hidden weak spot that gave way as soon as Rodney’s foot came down on it. Wood splintering beneath him, Rodney had fallen with a yelp and a splash. In the middle of a forest, the bridge wasn’t far above the river, and Rodney might’ve got out of it with nothing more than a good soaking, but his heavy equipment pack had weighed him down, making it impossible for him to fight the current. He’d been swept into a patch of rocks and by the time the river pulled him past them, he hadn’t been moving at all.
Ronon was already on the far bank when Rodney had gone in and he’d taken off running, shedding weapons and shirt before launching himself into the river just past the rocks. Swimming strongly with the current, Ronon had caught up with Rodney remarkably fast. The other man’s pack had come in handy then, giving Ronon something to anchor his fist in while he angled both of them back toward the bank.
John and Teyla had run to meet them and together had hauled Rodney up out of the grasp of both Ronon and the river. If John hadn’t already been afraid, he would have started then; Rodney hadn’t so much as twitched while they manhandled him to level ground. Teyla had started breathing for him as soon as she could stop pulling, while John frantically stripped Rodney’s pack off so they could lay him flat for the CPR.
Just when it started to feel like they’d been doing it for far, far too long, Rodney gave a ragged gasp and began hacking up water. Relief hit John like a sledgehammer, and he collapsed backwards as Teyla helped Rodney roll onto his side, her capable hands supporting him as he expelled the water he’d swallowed and inhaled. John scrubbed one hand across his face and then reached out with the other to rub a soothing line between Rodney’s shoulder blades.
When the shuddering of Rodney’s body slowed to just that of the occasional cough, John rolled back up into a sitting position. His hands joined Teyla’s in guiding Rodney upright as well, the other man settling with his shoulder pressed to John’s for support.
“Fuck,” Rodney’s voice was rasping, but he was talking. That was all John cared about. “I’m really beginning to hate water.”
John couldn’t help himself; he started laughing. He brought his arm up to pull Rodney tighter against him in a brief, one-armed hug. “This time you’ve got Ronon to thank for going in and pulling you out of the water.”
Rodney followed the line of John’s pointing finger to look over at where Ronon was now propped up on one arm, watching the rest of them. “Oh.” He lifted a hand in a weak little wave. “Thanks.”
“Welcome.” Ronon got to his feet. “Going to go get my stuff. I’ll be right back.”
John watched him walk back up the river to where his things were scattered, carefully retrieving and dusting off each item. He didn’t notice that Teyla had moved to inspect Rodney’s head for damage until Rodney yelped and nearly toppled forward.
“Ow. Be careful.” Rodney pressed against John’s side, twisting around to evade Teyla’s searching fingers.
“Rodney,” Teyla said, voice stern, “sit still. I will be as gentle as I can, but you must allow me to determine the extent of your head injury.”
“Better do as she says, buddy,” said John, giving Rodney a gentle shove back toward Teyla.
Rodney grimaced but, save for when he coughed a little more, he was still as Teyla prodded at his scalp.
“There,” Teyla pulled her hands away and, smiling, moved to sit in front of John and Rodney. “You have a lump forming on the back of your head, but it does not appear that the skin was broken. Once again, we are all grateful that you have such a, what is the phrase? tough hide and thick skull.”
Rodney made a face in reply and said, “Funny.”
John would have chastised him, but the Rodney’s usual level of sarcasm just wasn’t there, and the poor guy was starting to shiver a little and was looking pretty miserable.
“Get your vest and shirt off.”
Ronon was back, weapons all in their usual places, though still bare-chested.
“What? I’m cold. I’m not taking off my shirt.”
“Your gear is wet. It’s not going to keep you warm. Take off your vest and shirt. You can wear mine instead.” Ronon held up his still dry shirt.
When Rodney hesitated, John reached out to start unbuckling Rodney’s tac vest, only to have his hands batted away. “I can do it,” Rodney snapped. He fumbled with it a little, but John didn’t offer to help again, and Rodney shed both the water laden vest and shirt on his own. John didn’t have a chance to see if Rodney was developing any bruising on his torso, he snatched Ronon’s shirt and slipped it on so fast.
Rodney plucked at the front of it and grumbled, “I feel like I’m playing dress-up.”
“Hey,” said John, tapping his fist against Rodney’s shoulder, “it’s dry.”
“True.”
John turned his attention back to Ronon. “How far a walk do you think it is back to that little meadow we walked through just before the trees started up again?”
Ronon shrugged. “Five minute walk.”
“So ... about a quarter mile. You think you can handle that, Rodney? If we go slow and take breaks?”
“Do I have a choice?” Rodney asked.
“Well, we need to get you home. Have Beckett check you out. That meadow’s the closest spot I can park the jumper to where we are. I could leave you guys here, go get the jumper and then we could try to rig a stretcher for you with a tarp, carry you back.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ll walk. The way my luck’s going, you guys’ll trip while you’re carrying me or something and we’ll have more invalids to deal with.”
“Okay, walking it is.”
John and Teyla stood, then reached down to help Rodney to his feet. He was a little wobbly, so Teyla tucked herself under his arm for support. John scooped up Rodney’s shirt and vest, leaving the pack for Ronon to carry.
They slowly made their way back to the bridge, crossing it carefully, staying on the reinforced wheel tracks. Getting back to the meadow took considerably longer than five minutes since they were stopping often to let Rodney rest, but they got there eventually. Teyla settled Rodney in the shade of a tree at the edge of the clearing and took up a watchful position a few feet away.
“Ronon, Teyla, you guys stay here with Rodney,” John said, setting Rodney’s things down next to him. “I’m going to run and get the jumper. Shouldn’t be too long.”
Teyla nodded in reply, Ronon grunted and Rodney gave him a little wave. John waved back, then turned and ran.
Once in the trees, the going was rougher than the easy sprint of the meadow. John had been running with Ronon nearly every day for months, though, and he settled into an easy, balanced pace. It was only about a mile and a half from the meadow to the jumper, and in no time at all, John was turning off the cloak, opening the hatch and flinging himself into the pilot’s seat.
The jumper rose smoothly into to the air, and John was skimming over the tops of the trees he’d just run through. The dark green of the trees soon gave way to the green and gold tones of the meadow, Teyla, Rodney and Ronon just visible at the far edge. Teyla and Ronon were flanking Rodney and each had a hand at his elbows for support.
John smiled to himself as he landed the jumper in the middle of the small clearing. He didn’t really need superpowers. He had his team.
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Date: 2006-08-05 10:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-05 11:42 pm (UTC)Review
Date: 2006-08-05 10:51 pm (UTC)Silverthreads
Re: Review
Date: 2006-08-06 12:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-05 11:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-08-06 12:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-06 12:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-06 12:37 am (UTC)nice job
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Date: 2006-08-06 12:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-06 02:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-06 02:49 am (UTC)You're right about flying the jumper (though it's one of those things the show has kind of lost track of for the most part, I think. The whole wonder of the ATA gene and John being able to use the tech so much better than everyone else.)
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Date: 2006-08-06 03:47 am (UTC)And re: the show losing track of the exotic nature of the ATA gene and John's natural superiority with the technology, don't you think a lot of that has to do with the fact that there is so very much stuff to deal with, in terms of plots and character relationships and story arcs and so forth? SG-1 had it a lot easier in the beginning, because they started with a single major "villain" and could take their time building on that and the relationships. The foundation laid by that show undoubtedly was an advantage for SGA, but it also posed some burdens, in that there was a built-in complexity that had to be maintained, explored, and expanded upon. Plus there are a gazillion damn villains on this show!
But, um, this is a comment about your story, so again I say, nice work! :)
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Date: 2006-08-06 01:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-08 05:43 pm (UTC)As for 'too many villains' compared to SG-1 - I don't agree. Ok so SG-1 started mainly with Apophis, and then Hathor joins in and then the rest of the snake heads, but they still had the Jaffa for numbers. The Wraith and the Genii are pretty much it for enemies, and we don't even know if the Genii count any more. The Wraith are fairly interchangeable - no names (except the ones Sheppard gives them) and mainly played by Andi and James - the same actors all the time.
Oh dear, this is so not about the story. SO SORRY! I'll so a whole separate post as reparation!
But concerning the characters - oh yes I agree. SG-1 had the advantage of having its two leading characters already fleshed out in the film, so we know Daniel and Jack's demons and motivations already. I'm still itching to know just what the heck happened to Sheppard to make him so shy of intimacy, why he doesn't have a family, and exactly what happened to get him that black mark. We know more about Ronon's past than John's thanks to 'Runner' and 'Sateda' (and how awesome was that episode?!). And of course SG-1 only had 4 main characters. Atlantis started with 5 1/2, replaced one of those, and increased the 1/2 to a whole (Beckett). That's seven main characters in 2 and a bit years of 20 episodes.
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Date: 2006-08-06 05:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-06 01:23 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2006-08-06 05:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-06 01:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-07 04:28 am (UTC)He didn’t really need superpowers. He had his team.
That put a big smile on my face. Thank you :)
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Date: 2006-08-07 02:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-08 05:51 pm (UTC)Very nicely done. Much applause.
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Date: 2006-08-08 08:26 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it. Thanks for commenting.