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sga_flashficPairing: McShep
Rating: PG
Spoilers: through "The Storm" and "The Eye"
His arm bleeds into the fabric of his uniform, and Rodney is astonished at the throb of pain.
Until Koyla made good on his threat with the agonizing saw of a deliberately dull knife,
Rodney did not realize how bare the blade would lay him, that Koyla would cut through skin and
the upper layer of muscle and into some place more vulnerable, some place less easily healed.
Cold rain still squelches in Rodney's shoes and Elizabeth bites her knuckles and does not cry and
on the comm, the sound of Sheppard's voice. Rodney holds on to that voice, his one
moor in the storm. John's words are also a blade; they cut through to the bones of Koyla and
for that, Rodney can only be grateful. When the city is again theirs, Rodney stands
on the west pier and waits for John. John doesn't speak but his expression says everything
Rodney needs to hear. Before Rodney, the still-calming sea stretches out to the edge of
the world, and John is a solid presence at his side, silent and comforting and warm.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: through "The Storm" and "The Eye"
His arm bleeds into the fabric of his uniform, and Rodney is astonished at the throb of pain.
Until Koyla made good on his threat with the agonizing saw of a deliberately dull knife,
Rodney did not realize how bare the blade would lay him, that Koyla would cut through skin and
the upper layer of muscle and into some place more vulnerable, some place less easily healed.
Cold rain still squelches in Rodney's shoes and Elizabeth bites her knuckles and does not cry and
on the comm, the sound of Sheppard's voice. Rodney holds on to that voice, his one
moor in the storm. John's words are also a blade; they cut through to the bones of Koyla and
for that, Rodney can only be grateful. When the city is again theirs, Rodney stands
on the west pier and waits for John. John doesn't speak but his expression says everything
Rodney needs to hear. Before Rodney, the still-calming sea stretches out to the edge of
the world, and John is a solid presence at his side, silent and comforting and warm.
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Date: 2009-08-24 02:41 am (UTC)Cheers!
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Date: 2009-08-24 07:40 am (UTC)it's an amazing fic, love the tender at the end.
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Date: 2009-08-24 03:23 pm (UTC)Thank you so much.
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Date: 2009-08-24 11:45 pm (UTC)ETA: and I just realized I mislabelled the fic as an acronym rather than an acrostic in the cut tag. *headdesk* LOL
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Date: 2009-08-25 11:50 am (UTC)Thank you. :) I really wanted to write something for this challenge but I HAVE NO TIME LOL and I had doodled "hurt comfort" vertically down the page and I was all, "Oh. Okay. I can do that."
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