Fic: "Waking Nightmare" by kyrdwyn [PG, Sheppard/Beckett]
1. Allergic Reaction
2. Amputation
3. Broken Bone
4. Bruises
"Every Quiet Moment"-PG
5. Cancer
"At Any Cost" PG
6. Cold/flu/fever
"Fever" - PG (Sheppard/Beckett UST)
[Sequel to "Lucy",followed by "Match"]
7. Concussion
8. Crushing Injury
9. Drowning
10. Electric Shock
11. Frostbite/hypothermia
"Cold Warmth"-R
12. Heat exhaustion/stroke
13. Infection
"Convergence"- R
14. Minor annoyances - papercut, hangnail,
stubbed toe, motion sickness
15. Neurological disorder - epilepsy, spinal cord
damage, stroke, migraines,
clinical depression...
16. Puncture/Laceration - bullet wounds,
stabbing, impalement
17. Psychological trauma
18. Sensory loss/impairment
19. Skin disorders - boils, pox, rash, poison ivy...
20. Sleep disorders - sleep dep, narcolepsy,
jet lag, snoring
"Waking Nightmare"-PG
21. Sprained or Strained muscle
22. Surgery (routine) - tonsils, appendix,
plastic surgery
23. Writer's Choice
"Home Treatment" - PG [Burn]
24. Writer's Choice
Title: Waking Nightmare
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: PG
Claim/Pairing: John Sheppard/Carson Beckett
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Spoilers: "Common Ground"
Beta: None
2dozenowies Prompt: 20. Sleep Disorders
Summary: "I haven't slept since you were taken."
Carson lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, completely exhausted and utterly unable to sleep. While his body was screaming for rest, his brain was wired, his imagination working overtime with visions of John being fed on and aging before Carson's eyes, the grainy visual feed not hiding any of the changes. Horrified as he had been, Carson couldn't make himself look away. If that was to be his last vision of John, so be it, but he wouldn't be a coward while John endured hell.
Shifting onto his side, Carson regarded the wall blankly. After the second time they'd watched the Wraith feed on John, Carson had gone back to the infirmary and into the locked storage cupboard, ensuring they had the right drugs. He'd once promised John that he wouldn't allow him to live as a victim of the Wraith - that he'd give John the same mercy John had given Colonel Sumner. As much as it hurt to consider the possibility of killing his lover, Carson knew it would be better for John than to survive the way Colonel Everett had, wasted and shaking, dying mere months after returning to Earth.
Carson turned onto his other side. They'd gotten John back three days ago. Carson didn't think he'd ever be able to forget the sight of John jumping to his feet in that field, looking healthier than when he'd left for the mission. Carson's scanners in the infirmary had verified it - the Wraith had put back everything he'd taken from John, and more.
Sitting up, Carson flipped his pillow over and contemplated lying back down. He sighed, knowing it wouldn't do him any good. He hadn't slept since John had been taken by Kolya, and without chemical help, he knew he'd probably not be able to sleep until he just simply couldn't stay awake anymore.
The door to his room slid open, and Carson started, blinking against the light from the hallway. The door slid shut behind the person who'd entered, and the room was plunged into darkness again.
"I didn't mean to wake you," John said quietly, remaining by the door.
"You didn't," Carson replied honestly. "I haven't slept since you were taken."
John came forward to stand at the foot of the bed. "Carson," he said, a worried note in his voice.
Carson shrugged, knowing John would be able to see it.
John sighed in reply. "I'm fine," he told Carson.
"You were fed on by a Wraith! Who then somehow gave your life back! I thought you were dead! I was ready to --" Carson cut himself off, not ready to admit he'd been almost at the point of writing John off as dead.
John sat down on the bed and pulled Carson to him. Carson rested his head on John's shoulder and remained quiet.
"I'm sorry. I should have come sooner, but . . . "
But Elizabeth had ordered that John be watched for a few days, just to ensure that the Wraith hadn't tried to compromise him. Which meant that their relationship had taken a back seat to the security of the city.
Carson closed his eyes and just let himself lean against John, reassured by the man's presence. He didn't know how long he sat there before he felt something press against his back. Forcing his eyes open, he found himself lying down on the bed, John spooned up behind him and his arm around his waist.
"Go back to sleep," John murmured, nuzzling the back of Carson's neck. "You need it."
Carson sighed and closed his eyes. "I need you," he sighed before finally falling asleep.