Similitude - Blood Challenge.
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sga_flashficTook me days to come up with anything for this challenge, I was walking around the house muttering 'blood... blood' and freaking out my family slightly. In the end, I came up with this.
Title: Similitude
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sethoz
Characters/Pairing: Rodney McKay. GEN. [First time I've written Gen in ages.]
Rating: R - for torture.
Genre: Angst
Spoilers: A Tag for The Storm/The Eye
Notes: Words in Italics are flashbacks to events that take place during the episodes The Storm and The Eye. Has torture. Skips about in the timeline of the two episodes slightly.
Summary: Sometimes events we would rather forget, are mirrored in the events that follow.
Similitude
Kolya pushed him against the railing of the balcony, Elizabeth pulling rather weakly at his arm, nothing more than a faint nuisance to the Genii commander. There was an almost fanatical look in Kolya's eyes and Rodney felt sure that he was going to die, going to be pushed over the railing and fall into the sea below. His back was slammed against the railing again, as Koly-
Getting undressed had been a problem. The cuts on his arm had reopened the moment he had pulled the crisp white bandage from his arm, the clotting blood sticking against the fabric and making him feel as he was pulling his skin off. The large bruise on his back stretched from shoulder to shoulder and he was reasonably sure it would become rich purple in colour.
The rain poured down on him, soaking him in mere seconds, causing Elizabeth to huddle against him in a vain effort to get warm. They waited for Kolya to either let them into the warmth and the dry or to kill them – Rodney just wanted the cold and the wet to go, he just wanted to be dry and clea-
The shower sprayed water down on him, soaking him in red hot water, the droplets stinging slightly as they hit the open wounds on his arm. He hardly noticed the pain as he scrubbed to get clean, the heat of the water turning his flesh red. Rodney just wanted to get warm again. He lifted his head, staring up at the shower head, letting the water hit his face, forcing his eyes to close slightly against the heat of the water until he felt as if his skin was going to peel away.
Only then did he feel clean enough to get out of the shower.
“You will tell me Dr. McKay, sooner rather than later.” Kolya said, his voice confidence. Rodney wasn't listening though, his whole attention taken up with the tiny drops of bright red blood that welled up from the thin red line the knife had left. He stared in a somewhat detached fashion as his blood trickled down his arm even as the young Genii drew the knife across his skin aga-
Rodney dried himself and went back into the main room of his quarter's, his eyes fixed on the razor thin lines on his arm. They were so thin and he still couldn't believe how much they bled, how much they hurt. He had bandaged his arm himself before and now it was time to do it again – he didn't want to show Carson the five thin lines, didn't want to show anyone how little it had taken him to sing like a girl. Stiffly his dressed himself, the short sleeved blue shirt clinging against his slightly damp body. He stared in fascination at the red lines as he placed the bandage back on.
“I don't know if you noticed or not but I'm an extremely arrogant man who tends to think all of his plans will work.” Rodney told Kolya, relief coursing up in him, giving him the courage to stand up against the man who has ruthlessly tortured him. For a second the two stared at each other before Kolya pulled back and punc-
Rodney had been sure the punch to his face would have given him a black eye and when he saw it hadn't, it was about the only thing to do with him and Kolya that he was glad about. Kolya had left enough marks on him, more than enough and he was clever enough to know that Koyla and the attack on Atlantis had left marks currently unseen. A faint knock sounded on his door and he half stumbled over to it, wishing he could just ignore it.
No matter what had just happened though, he was still the chief science officer and there may be some kind of emergency. Sighing, Rodney thinks the door open, already preparing some scathing insult. It dies on his tongue.
Rodney and Major Sheppard stare at each other.
“Dr. McKay? Come on, you can't pass out on me, not when we've got so much to talk about.” Kolya's voice pulled at Rodney's consciousness, as he felt a stinging slap on his face, forcing his eyes open.
“There you are.” Kolya said with an almost kind smile on his face. It never faltered as his hand closed around Rodney's arm, fingers pressing into the cuts, the white hot pai-
“Rodney. Come on Rodney talk to me.” Sheppard said in his best pleading voice. Rodney turned away, intending to shut the door, wanting nothing more than just to hide. Just for a few hours, to hide away from the world and then he would be fine. Sheppard's hand shot out, trying to prevent Rodney from shutting him out.
His hand landed on the white bandage, squeezing slightly. Rodney gave a shout of pain and pulled away, cradling his arm against his body.
“I... I... oh God... Rodney I didn't...” Sheppard stammered, his eyes fixed on the bandage and the small spots of red that were slowly leaking though it – at the points where his fingers had pressed. “You should see Beckett...”
“Get. Out.” Rodney hissed, ignoring the comment about Beckett, glaring at Sheppard and feeling tears prickling at his eyes. Sheppard stood there for a moment, his hand still outstretched, looking for all the world as if he had just put it into a fire. Then he turned and walked away, the door shutting behind him.
“Just in time to see how this ends huh?” Rodney asked with a faint smil-
Rodney isn't smiling now.
::fin::
Title: Similitude
Author:
sethozCharacters/Pairing: Rodney McKay. GEN. [First time I've written Gen in ages.]
Rating: R - for torture.
Genre: Angst
Spoilers: A Tag for The Storm/The Eye
Notes: Words in Italics are flashbacks to events that take place during the episodes The Storm and The Eye. Has torture. Skips about in the timeline of the two episodes slightly.
Summary: Sometimes events we would rather forget, are mirrored in the events that follow.
Kolya pushed him against the railing of the balcony, Elizabeth pulling rather weakly at his arm, nothing more than a faint nuisance to the Genii commander. There was an almost fanatical look in Kolya's eyes and Rodney felt sure that he was going to die, going to be pushed over the railing and fall into the sea below. His back was slammed against the railing again, as Koly-
Getting undressed had been a problem. The cuts on his arm had reopened the moment he had pulled the crisp white bandage from his arm, the clotting blood sticking against the fabric and making him feel as he was pulling his skin off. The large bruise on his back stretched from shoulder to shoulder and he was reasonably sure it would become rich purple in colour.
The rain poured down on him, soaking him in mere seconds, causing Elizabeth to huddle against him in a vain effort to get warm. They waited for Kolya to either let them into the warmth and the dry or to kill them – Rodney just wanted the cold and the wet to go, he just wanted to be dry and clea-
The shower sprayed water down on him, soaking him in red hot water, the droplets stinging slightly as they hit the open wounds on his arm. He hardly noticed the pain as he scrubbed to get clean, the heat of the water turning his flesh red. Rodney just wanted to get warm again. He lifted his head, staring up at the shower head, letting the water hit his face, forcing his eyes to close slightly against the heat of the water until he felt as if his skin was going to peel away.
Only then did he feel clean enough to get out of the shower.
“You will tell me Dr. McKay, sooner rather than later.” Kolya said, his voice confidence. Rodney wasn't listening though, his whole attention taken up with the tiny drops of bright red blood that welled up from the thin red line the knife had left. He stared in a somewhat detached fashion as his blood trickled down his arm even as the young Genii drew the knife across his skin aga-
Rodney dried himself and went back into the main room of his quarter's, his eyes fixed on the razor thin lines on his arm. They were so thin and he still couldn't believe how much they bled, how much they hurt. He had bandaged his arm himself before and now it was time to do it again – he didn't want to show Carson the five thin lines, didn't want to show anyone how little it had taken him to sing like a girl. Stiffly his dressed himself, the short sleeved blue shirt clinging against his slightly damp body. He stared in fascination at the red lines as he placed the bandage back on.
“I don't know if you noticed or not but I'm an extremely arrogant man who tends to think all of his plans will work.” Rodney told Kolya, relief coursing up in him, giving him the courage to stand up against the man who has ruthlessly tortured him. For a second the two stared at each other before Kolya pulled back and punc-
Rodney had been sure the punch to his face would have given him a black eye and when he saw it hadn't, it was about the only thing to do with him and Kolya that he was glad about. Kolya had left enough marks on him, more than enough and he was clever enough to know that Koyla and the attack on Atlantis had left marks currently unseen. A faint knock sounded on his door and he half stumbled over to it, wishing he could just ignore it.
No matter what had just happened though, he was still the chief science officer and there may be some kind of emergency. Sighing, Rodney thinks the door open, already preparing some scathing insult. It dies on his tongue.
Rodney and Major Sheppard stare at each other.
“Dr. McKay? Come on, you can't pass out on me, not when we've got so much to talk about.” Kolya's voice pulled at Rodney's consciousness, as he felt a stinging slap on his face, forcing his eyes open.
“There you are.” Kolya said with an almost kind smile on his face. It never faltered as his hand closed around Rodney's arm, fingers pressing into the cuts, the white hot pai-
“Rodney. Come on Rodney talk to me.” Sheppard said in his best pleading voice. Rodney turned away, intending to shut the door, wanting nothing more than just to hide. Just for a few hours, to hide away from the world and then he would be fine. Sheppard's hand shot out, trying to prevent Rodney from shutting him out.
His hand landed on the white bandage, squeezing slightly. Rodney gave a shout of pain and pulled away, cradling his arm against his body.
“I... I... oh God... Rodney I didn't...” Sheppard stammered, his eyes fixed on the bandage and the small spots of red that were slowly leaking though it – at the points where his fingers had pressed. “You should see Beckett...”
“Get. Out.” Rodney hissed, ignoring the comment about Beckett, glaring at Sheppard and feeling tears prickling at his eyes. Sheppard stood there for a moment, his hand still outstretched, looking for all the world as if he had just put it into a fire. Then he turned and walked away, the door shutting behind him.
“Just in time to see how this ends huh?” Rodney asked with a faint smil-
Rodney isn't smiling now.
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Date: 2005-05-05 02:50 pm (UTC)Very well done but...::clings to Rodney:: you're so evil! :P
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Date: 2005-05-05 02:53 pm (UTC)Thank ye kindly. :D And yeah, I know I'm evil but really, what did you expect? ;)
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Date: 2005-05-05 04:11 pm (UTC)You rawk btw *nodnod*
*klo*
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Date: 2005-05-05 07:26 pm (UTC)*klo*
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Date: 2005-05-05 05:04 pm (UTC)*comforts Rodney*
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Date: 2005-05-05 07:14 pm (UTC)Rodney could do with the comfort. ;)
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Date: 2005-05-05 05:37 pm (UTC)Lovely look into Rodney's mind and feelings.
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Date: 2005-05-06 06:29 pm (UTC)::strokes the Rodney to make him feel better::
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Date: 2005-05-06 07:29 pm (UTC)I love Storm, especially Rodney and his guts throughout. It's just perfect how he himself doesn't see himself as heroic at all, he wishes to be so much better and doesn't realize that he already is.
*loves Rodney*
Good working in of Sheppard, there, too. Wonderfully painful!