About Face by Kyrieane John/Rodney General

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Title//About Face
Author//Kyrieane
Series//The Flyboy and the Physicist
Pairing//John/Rodney
Rating//General
Summary//Written for this week’s challenge of ‘Role Reversal’
Disclaimer//Do I need this tattooed somewhere? Not mine, never will be mine, not yours either.
2x100 words, 1x300 words, for a 500 word grand total.

“I’m trying real hard here to be mature about all this. Does anyone have any idea how difficult that is for me?” Rodney paced the empty hallway, hands clenched into tight fists at his side. “I don’t do mature. I scream, and stomp my feet, and throw things across the room. Temper tantrums, I’m famous for them on several continents and two galaxies.” He’d written an entire speech, logical and methodical, to try to figure out what the hell happened between him and John. It had de-evolved into two brief statements that were probably going to get junked as well.

~*~

The mission had been oddly smooth, John at his charming smiling best, Rodney being snarky and rude. Nobody tried to poison them, shoot them, or string them up by their ankles. Teyla and Ford had gone ahead, dialing the gate and giving the pair a bit of breathing room. Perfect mission right up until that first double-notched arrow came flying out of the woods halfway down the path. John went down almost instantly, fingers wrapped around the bloody shaft sticking out of his upper chest, and watched in total disbelief as Rodney pulled his side arm and began shooting back.

~*~

“Rodney, Rodney!” There was a hand on his shoulder and a voice in his ear and hadn’t he told Carson not to touch him already? “Wake up Rodney.”

Rodney shifted, opening his eyes and pulling away from Carson. “John?” He scrubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to rub the heavy sensation away. “Why am I lying down?”

“Major Sheppard is gonna be fine, and so are you.” And three…two…one…

“I got shot?” Rodney started gently cataloguing his limbs.

“Twice in fact, probably saved Major Sheppard’s life while you did it.” Carson looked oddly proud as he said that.

“This is the point where I’m supposed to say ‘ow’, isn’t it?” Nothing actually hurt, like he was wrapped in bubble wrap and taped all together.

“Aye, although normally you would be caterwauling like a stepped-on cat.” Carson fiddled with the I.V line, adjusting the drip. Rodney really hoped he set it for ‘more’.

“Ok then, ow. Can I go back to sleep now?” He closed his eyes, and then slammed them back open when he remembered. Arrows flying through the air and bullets firing back and how bad the air stank with gunpowder and the blood, blood all over John’s face and neck and chest and hands, how the arrows stopped right about the same time John’s breathing did. How he didn’t even feel the shafts in his thigh as he dropped to his knees and felt for a pulse, how he knew he couldn’t even do CPR with the arrow sticking out of John’s chest like that. How useless he was. So Rodney pressed his lips against John’s, blowing soft puffs of air in his mouth and praying the motion didn’t press the arrow in deeper.

“You kept him alive Rodney, alive and breathing, you did the right thing.”

Comments

[moimoietmoi.livejournal.com]

So nicely angsty! *sigh*

[ex-kyrieane267.livejournal.com]

*pets*

Thanks sweetheart!