Toxicology
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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Toxicology
Author: Kageygirl (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Characters: John, Rodney, Ronon, Teyla
Prompt: 09 - Hurt/Comfort
Rating: Teen
Length: Medium
Brief summary: I'm a big H/c fan, and what I like about this story is that it is so neat and clean in its execution. Often, H/c stories end up pretty bloated in their word count, so it's really nice to find one that is so precise. The summary is simple -- off world, Rodney is bitten by a snake that the locals say is poisonous, and John struggles to save him -- but it's the warmth and humor of their friendship even when stress like this, that really makes the story shine.
The fabric of their uniforms was surprisingly resilient, even when--or, maybe, especially when it was soaking wet. John Sheppard was still kneeling on the muddy streambed, carefully cutting away the torn and bloody mess around Rodney McKay's right ankle, when his radio clicked on.
Teyla's voice was clipped. "Colonel Sheppard, we have spoken with Tamin."
The village apothecary. Good. John's hands were a little occupied, so Rodney pried his fingers off John's shoulder for a second to activate John's radio. John gave him a quick nod. "Great. What've you got?"
"Dr. McKay. You said that the snake that bit you was--black, with green stripes?"
Rodney tapped his own radio on. "That's right."
"You are certain?"
John cautiously peeled back a blood-soaked strip of fabric, wincing in sympathy as Rodney inhaled sharply, fingers tightening on John's shoulder. "What I saw as it swam off downriver, yes."
There was no response for a moment, just the faint hiss of the open connection. John looked up, meeting Rodney's eyes, and the thread of worry creeping into his stomach was reflected, full-grown, in Rodney's eyes.
"It is indeed poisonous."
Damn. John had really been hoping it was just the physical damage they had to deal with, here, from when Rodney's foot had punched through the rotting footbridge over the swampy little stream. He took a breath and said, "All right. What's the treatment?"
It was Ronon, not Teyla, who finally answered, his voice gruffer than usual. "There's no antidote."
Link to the story: Toxicology
Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Toxicology
Author: Kageygirl (
kageygirl)Characters: John, Rodney, Ronon, Teyla
Prompt: 09 - Hurt/Comfort
Rating: Teen
Length: Medium
Brief summary: I'm a big H/c fan, and what I like about this story is that it is so neat and clean in its execution. Often, H/c stories end up pretty bloated in their word count, so it's really nice to find one that is so precise. The summary is simple -- off world, Rodney is bitten by a snake that the locals say is poisonous, and John struggles to save him -- but it's the warmth and humor of their friendship even when stress like this, that really makes the story shine.
The fabric of their uniforms was surprisingly resilient, even when--or, maybe, especially when it was soaking wet. John Sheppard was still kneeling on the muddy streambed, carefully cutting away the torn and bloody mess around Rodney McKay's right ankle, when his radio clicked on.
Teyla's voice was clipped. "Colonel Sheppard, we have spoken with Tamin."
The village apothecary. Good. John's hands were a little occupied, so Rodney pried his fingers off John's shoulder for a second to activate John's radio. John gave him a quick nod. "Great. What've you got?"
"Dr. McKay. You said that the snake that bit you was--black, with green stripes?"
Rodney tapped his own radio on. "That's right."
"You are certain?"
John cautiously peeled back a blood-soaked strip of fabric, wincing in sympathy as Rodney inhaled sharply, fingers tightening on John's shoulder. "What I saw as it swam off downriver, yes."
There was no response for a moment, just the faint hiss of the open connection. John looked up, meeting Rodney's eyes, and the thread of worry creeping into his stomach was reflected, full-grown, in Rodney's eyes.
"It is indeed poisonous."
Damn. John had really been hoping it was just the physical damage they had to deal with, here, from when Rodney's foot had punched through the rotting footbridge over the swampy little stream. He took a breath and said, "All right. What's the treatment?"
It was Ronon, not Teyla, who finally answered, his voice gruffer than usual. "There's no antidote."
Link to the story: Toxicology
