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slashthedrabble challenge #43 - Role Reversal
Sep. 17th, 2005 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Turnabout 1/1
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay of Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG
Words: 300
Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: John and bugs just don't get on
Turnabout
John barely noticed the jewel-coloured insect on his arm, just brushed it off and continued trekking through the woods. He'd grown used to ignoring Rodney's dissertations on how they were going to die, and the running commentary on just how nature could whup their collective ass was one he'd heard a thousand times before, or so it seemed. It took several paces for anything out of the ordinary to register.
Between one footstep and the next, he grew dizzy. Anxiety had him moistening dry lips with a tongue rendered strangely swollen. Breath was suddenly hard to catch, as though he'd taken a well-aimed body blow from one of Teyla's sticks. The trees around him twirled and dipped, sending jagged rays of crystalline bright light into his eyes. He chose to believe that that was why he stumbled.
Rodney was there before he ignominiously hit the ground, muttering dire predictions and laying the blame squarely at John's traitorous feet.
"You'd think, with your prior experience, you'd know not to mess with indigenous lifeforms. How many times have we listened to Carson's lectures on the subject? At least this time you're the one in trouble instead of me."
But even as Rodney gloated and nagged and lectured about John's idiocy, he was smoothly checking for signs of anaphylaxis, and he found them.
With a muted mutter that John was wasting medication meant for him, Rodney produced and used an EpiPen on one strong thigh. And if Rodney's helping hand lingered longer than it should have, and maybe a little too close to his groin, John didn't see any reason to complain. He was much too relieved, at feeling his apprehension fade, at being able to take a full, deep breath instead of shallow pants, to remind the resident genius to be discreet.
Title: Turnabout 1/1
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay of Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG
Words: 300
Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: John and bugs just don't get on
Turnabout
John barely noticed the jewel-coloured insect on his arm, just brushed it off and continued trekking through the woods. He'd grown used to ignoring Rodney's dissertations on how they were going to die, and the running commentary on just how nature could whup their collective ass was one he'd heard a thousand times before, or so it seemed. It took several paces for anything out of the ordinary to register.
Between one footstep and the next, he grew dizzy. Anxiety had him moistening dry lips with a tongue rendered strangely swollen. Breath was suddenly hard to catch, as though he'd taken a well-aimed body blow from one of Teyla's sticks. The trees around him twirled and dipped, sending jagged rays of crystalline bright light into his eyes. He chose to believe that that was why he stumbled.
Rodney was there before he ignominiously hit the ground, muttering dire predictions and laying the blame squarely at John's traitorous feet.
"You'd think, with your prior experience, you'd know not to mess with indigenous lifeforms. How many times have we listened to Carson's lectures on the subject? At least this time you're the one in trouble instead of me."
But even as Rodney gloated and nagged and lectured about John's idiocy, he was smoothly checking for signs of anaphylaxis, and he found them.
With a muted mutter that John was wasting medication meant for him, Rodney produced and used an EpiPen on one strong thigh. And if Rodney's helping hand lingered longer than it should have, and maybe a little too close to his groin, John didn't see any reason to complain. He was much too relieved, at feeling his apprehension fade, at being able to take a full, deep breath instead of shallow pants, to remind the resident genius to be discreet.
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on 2005-09-17 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-09-19 03:42 am (UTC)I've felt that panic and that shortness of breath so I felt confident in writing John experiencing them. Scary stuff, but Rodney was there to save the day
and cop a feelso all was well. :Dno subject
on 2005-09-17 11:23 pm (UTC)...and trust Rodney to cop a feel ;)
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on 2005-09-19 03:43 am (UTC)Thanks sweetie! *smooch*
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on 2005-09-17 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-09-19 03:45 am (UTC)quite so much. *g*no subject
on 2005-09-18 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-09-19 03:47 am (UTC)Rodney is all bluster and hot air but he does what he has to. And cops a feel when he gets the chance, of course. *g*
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on 2005-09-18 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-09-19 03:48 am (UTC)there really wasn't another summary I could make. It's all about John and his bad luck with the bugs. *g*
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on 2005-09-18 03:25 am (UTC)This was lovely with the seemingly off-handed but very determined care of teh McKay for his Colonel. :)
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on 2005-09-19 03:49 am (UTC)Rodney just has his default mode set at bluster and complain but he always gets the job done. Plus, he got a chance to grope a little so he was quite willing to play doctor. *g*
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on 2005-09-18 10:29 am (UTC)Lovely - thank you. :-)
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