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Title: Granite Marker
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wingwyrm
Characters: John, Rodney
Spoilers: Set just after the first episode of season two.
Warnings: Sad. Some langauge
Word Count: 1,300
Notes: So, since 48 Hours aired March 15/02, so I'm gonna take that to be the day that the episode started. Also, I shall dedicate this piece of work tokorilian for she begged for fic! :) This may also qualify for the backstory challenge, but I'm posting it as a post secret challange fic.
Granite Marker
The gravestone was small. Rodney McKay didn't know why it was so small, he hadn't been the one to order it. When you bury a child who is eight months old, everything is small.
Except, perhaps, the hole in your heart.
"Rodney?" Colonel John Sheppard's voice drifted though the cemetery and Rodney quickly dashed the tears from his face, walking away from the granite marker.
"Here Major. What is it?" His snark wasn't up to snuff, but he was distracted.
"What are you doing here?" John cocked his head to the side and didn't bother to correct Rodney's use of his old title. They were in a cemetery for gods sake. "General O'Neill called me and told me to haul ass over here to find you."
Rodney rolled his eyes, "He tell you to stop me from doing anything stupid?"
"Well. Yeah." John shrugged, "I figured that if you were going to do something stupid that I wasn't going to be able to stop you." His taciturn way of giving Rodney the space that the military man thought he needed.
Eyeing John closely, Rodney could see the questions on his face and the scientist sighed, "I was just visiting someone important to me."
"Parent?" John knew nothing of Rodney's family except for the few mentions of an estranged sister. Given that they'd known each other for little over a year now, there were still secrets between them.
"No."
The curtness to the single word that Rodney bit out was enough to make John blink. He'd never heard Rodney that... bitter before.
"Wanna go for a drink?" They could go out and not-talk-about it. Sort of like how women went out for a drink and talked about it, whatever 'it' happened to be.
Shaking his head, Rodney frowned, "No, I shouldn't. Not now."
Okay, that meant that the person who died was very important to Rodney. "Kay." Curious but wanting to push, John didn't know what to say.
Rodney finally turned back to where he'd come from, waving for John to follow him. "I'd like you to meet someone Major."
The small granite stone set at the head of the plot had white lettering on it and John read the words.
"This is my son, Jon."
Suddenly a whole lot about Rodney made sense. Rodney's refusal to call John by his first name, his distance from the kids on M7G-677. Even his general disposition.
"Jesus Rodney. I'm sorry."
"You don't have anything to be sorry about. It wasn't you who killed him." Rodney hung his head then looked south, towards Cheyenne Mountain. The hate in his eyes burned and John hesitantly put a hand on Rodney's shoulder.
"How... What happened?"
"Jon was so small... It was a one night stand that came and found me, told me she was pregnant. She told me that if I didn't want the baby, she was going to have an abortion. I couldn't let her do that, not with my child. So she sighed all the paperwork giving up all her parental rights." Rodney sunk to his knees and reached out, resting his palm on the cold stone, on his son's name, "I was so happy when he was born. I knew what Jeannie meant when she called and told me she was pregnant. A baby. My baby." His voice broke and he took a moment to get himself back under control.
"Rodney?" John was quiet, but he could see that Rodney hadn't told anyone one else this story. He had to do it at his own pace.
"I, ah. I got called to Colorado to help Carter figure out a way to save Teal'c from the Stargate buffer." At least John knew who those people where. And he'd read the file about the buffer thingy. "One hour after the call, before I got onto the plane. The NID grabbed me. Told me that if I didn't make sure Teal'c died, they'd kill Jon." Rodney took several deep breaths, "They showed me a picture of an agent holding a goddamn fucking knife to his throat. In my house. In his room. In his fucking crib. They made sure to show me the knocked out baby sitter too." Fists clenched tight, Rodney pounded the ground once; furious and desperate.
"Jesus." John sunk to his knees by his friend but didn't touch him. He knew the sighs of PTSD. Rodney would physically attack anyone who touched him right now.
"So... I did what I had to do. I tried to set a time limit that Carter couldn't bypass. I told them it was impossible. Told them to just open the gate, go back to work." Damp blue eyes stared at John, "If they'd have opened the gate, if Teal'c hadn't lived, I'd still have Jon."
"What happened then buddy?" John reached out, assured now that Rodney had purged his violence with his words, "Can you tell me?" He leaned in and let Rodney grab his hands, squeezing tight.
"Eight months old Major. Jon didn't even get a year." Rodney shook his head. "I was so scared. I had been 're-assigned' to Syberia and O'Neill was taking me back to the plane. God he was so mad at me. Then the NID, fucking bastards... They didn't know that O'Neill was there. Ran us off the road. One of the men threw a bunch of pictures at me. Then they left." Tears where streaming down Rodney face now, "My Jon. My son. God, they... they fucking... he was dead... there was blood everywhere... Jesus. He. They fucking killed my son."
Taking the sobbing man into his arms, John rocked Rodney back and forth, running his hands up and down the other mans back, feeling the tears against his shoulder, "I got you Rodney, I've got you."
Rodney's shudders lessened until he was just leaned into John, clasping him tight around the waist. "O'Neill... He understood. He didn't blame me. Not after he saw one of the pictures. But I went to Syberia anyway. He was gonna let me stay, but... I just couldn't. I had to leave. I couldn't stay. He told me that he would take care of everything. He buried my son next to his."
John's gaze followed Rodney's pointing finger and saw a similar small granite marker with Charlie O'Neill on it. "Jesus Rodney. I am so fucking sorry." John just couldn't believe that with such a history, Rodney would agree to come back to the SGC for anything. "Does... Did the General tell anyone else?"
"No. I asked him not to." Rodney sat up, pulling back into himself, "No one knows. Just him. And you."
"Not your sister?"
"I couldn't. She was pregnant Major. I didn't want her to... I didn't want to do that to her. I want her health and happy. I want her daughter to be the same." Rodney wiped the tears away with his sleeve, reaching into his pocket for a Kleenex to blow his nose. He glanced at John from under his eyebrows, "Sorry."
"About what?"
"Uh. Well. You know." Rodney stood, circling his hand, gesturing to his outburst.
"Nothing to be sorry about buddy," John hauled himself to his feet and nodded towards the car, "You wanna go get that drink now?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that would be good."
The End
Title: Granite Marker
Author:
wingwyrmCharacters: John, Rodney
Spoilers: Set just after the first episode of season two.
Warnings: Sad. Some langauge
Word Count: 1,300
Notes: So, since 48 Hours aired March 15/02, so I'm gonna take that to be the day that the episode started. Also, I shall dedicate this piece of work to
korilian for she begged for fic! :) This may also qualify for the backstory challenge, but I'm posting it as a post secret challange fic.The gravestone was small. Rodney McKay didn't know why it was so small, he hadn't been the one to order it. When you bury a child who is eight months old, everything is small.
Except, perhaps, the hole in your heart.
"Rodney?" Colonel John Sheppard's voice drifted though the cemetery and Rodney quickly dashed the tears from his face, walking away from the granite marker.
"Here Major. What is it?" His snark wasn't up to snuff, but he was distracted.
"What are you doing here?" John cocked his head to the side and didn't bother to correct Rodney's use of his old title. They were in a cemetery for gods sake. "General O'Neill called me and told me to haul ass over here to find you."
Rodney rolled his eyes, "He tell you to stop me from doing anything stupid?"
"Well. Yeah." John shrugged, "I figured that if you were going to do something stupid that I wasn't going to be able to stop you." His taciturn way of giving Rodney the space that the military man thought he needed.
Eyeing John closely, Rodney could see the questions on his face and the scientist sighed, "I was just visiting someone important to me."
"Parent?" John knew nothing of Rodney's family except for the few mentions of an estranged sister. Given that they'd known each other for little over a year now, there were still secrets between them.
"No."
The curtness to the single word that Rodney bit out was enough to make John blink. He'd never heard Rodney that... bitter before.
"Wanna go for a drink?" They could go out and not-talk-about it. Sort of like how women went out for a drink and talked about it, whatever 'it' happened to be.
Shaking his head, Rodney frowned, "No, I shouldn't. Not now."
Okay, that meant that the person who died was very important to Rodney. "Kay." Curious but wanting to push, John didn't know what to say.
Rodney finally turned back to where he'd come from, waving for John to follow him. "I'd like you to meet someone Major."
The small granite stone set at the head of the plot had white lettering on it and John read the words.
Jonathan Ingram McKay Beloved son
August 24th, 2001-March 17th, 2002
"This is my son, Jon."
Suddenly a whole lot about Rodney made sense. Rodney's refusal to call John by his first name, his distance from the kids on M7G-677. Even his general disposition.
"Jesus Rodney. I'm sorry."
"You don't have anything to be sorry about. It wasn't you who killed him." Rodney hung his head then looked south, towards Cheyenne Mountain. The hate in his eyes burned and John hesitantly put a hand on Rodney's shoulder.
"How... What happened?"
"Jon was so small... It was a one night stand that came and found me, told me she was pregnant. She told me that if I didn't want the baby, she was going to have an abortion. I couldn't let her do that, not with my child. So she sighed all the paperwork giving up all her parental rights." Rodney sunk to his knees and reached out, resting his palm on the cold stone, on his son's name, "I was so happy when he was born. I knew what Jeannie meant when she called and told me she was pregnant. A baby. My baby." His voice broke and he took a moment to get himself back under control.
"Rodney?" John was quiet, but he could see that Rodney hadn't told anyone one else this story. He had to do it at his own pace.
"I, ah. I got called to Colorado to help Carter figure out a way to save Teal'c from the Stargate buffer." At least John knew who those people where. And he'd read the file about the buffer thingy. "One hour after the call, before I got onto the plane. The NID grabbed me. Told me that if I didn't make sure Teal'c died, they'd kill Jon." Rodney took several deep breaths, "They showed me a picture of an agent holding a goddamn fucking knife to his throat. In my house. In his room. In his fucking crib. They made sure to show me the knocked out baby sitter too." Fists clenched tight, Rodney pounded the ground once; furious and desperate.
"Jesus." John sunk to his knees by his friend but didn't touch him. He knew the sighs of PTSD. Rodney would physically attack anyone who touched him right now.
"So... I did what I had to do. I tried to set a time limit that Carter couldn't bypass. I told them it was impossible. Told them to just open the gate, go back to work." Damp blue eyes stared at John, "If they'd have opened the gate, if Teal'c hadn't lived, I'd still have Jon."
"What happened then buddy?" John reached out, assured now that Rodney had purged his violence with his words, "Can you tell me?" He leaned in and let Rodney grab his hands, squeezing tight.
"Eight months old Major. Jon didn't even get a year." Rodney shook his head. "I was so scared. I had been 're-assigned' to Syberia and O'Neill was taking me back to the plane. God he was so mad at me. Then the NID, fucking bastards... They didn't know that O'Neill was there. Ran us off the road. One of the men threw a bunch of pictures at me. Then they left." Tears where streaming down Rodney face now, "My Jon. My son. God, they... they fucking... he was dead... there was blood everywhere... Jesus. He. They fucking killed my son."
Taking the sobbing man into his arms, John rocked Rodney back and forth, running his hands up and down the other mans back, feeling the tears against his shoulder, "I got you Rodney, I've got you."
Rodney's shudders lessened until he was just leaned into John, clasping him tight around the waist. "O'Neill... He understood. He didn't blame me. Not after he saw one of the pictures. But I went to Syberia anyway. He was gonna let me stay, but... I just couldn't. I had to leave. I couldn't stay. He told me that he would take care of everything. He buried my son next to his."
John's gaze followed Rodney's pointing finger and saw a similar small granite marker with Charlie O'Neill on it. "Jesus Rodney. I am so fucking sorry." John just couldn't believe that with such a history, Rodney would agree to come back to the SGC for anything. "Does... Did the General tell anyone else?"
"No. I asked him not to." Rodney sat up, pulling back into himself, "No one knows. Just him. And you."
"Not your sister?"
"I couldn't. She was pregnant Major. I didn't want her to... I didn't want to do that to her. I want her health and happy. I want her daughter to be the same." Rodney wiped the tears away with his sleeve, reaching into his pocket for a Kleenex to blow his nose. He glanced at John from under his eyebrows, "Sorry."
"About what?"
"Uh. Well. You know." Rodney stood, circling his hand, gesturing to his outburst.
"Nothing to be sorry about buddy," John hauled himself to his feet and nodded towards the car, "You wanna go get that drink now?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that would be good."
The End
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Date: 2007-12-18 06:29 pm (UTC)The headstone creeped me way out. It's a very fitting look. Very dark and barren. I imagine Jack picked it out actually.