stargate-a/RodneyMcKay&CarsonBeckett/ test of survival and friendship
Title: Test of survival and friendship
Fandom: Stargate atlantis
Characters: Rodney McKay / Carson Beckett
Prompt: #58 survive
Word Count: 324
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Author's Notes: some torture but nothing explicit , no spoilers and obviously the charcters arent mine
His head rolls forward as he begins to rouse. His vision is blurry but he can feel his arms shackled above his head and his muscles pulsating with cramp. His legs can barely hold his weight.
The dark haired man feels the chains bite bitterly into his wrists. He tries to determine his surroundings but it’s dark and dank and his vision has yet to return fully.
“Who am I?” he says aloud. “Am I alone?” His mind is nothing but a dense fog, blocking all memory possible. “My name is Ro… Robert… no, that’s not right. My god what have they done? My brain, my memory, my intelligence… do I have any?”
A soft mumbling can be heard next door.
“Hello. Hello! Can you hear me?” There was is no response.
“God damn you answer me, please!” Rodney yells.
“Aye, Aye I’m here.”
“Who are you?”
“Eh? You don’t remember? It’s Carson.”
“Carson?”
“Aye lad, Carson, Carson Beckett. Rodney stop playing games.”
“Rodney? That’s my name?”
“Don’t be a fool Rodney, you’re better than this… oh god someone’s coming! Rodney please find a way out… oh god… Rodney love please!”
The doors of Carson’s cell creep open, four men walk in holding an array of weapons from daggers and bats to whips made of leather and metal.
“My god please, I don’t know, I don’t know anything… argggghhhh.”
Rodney’s eyes widen to the sound of Carson’s cries as the men begin to beat Carson. A sound of shredding material is heard; Carson’s t-shirt has been ripped off to allow the whips more contact with his skin. Carson can hardly speak, only his cries of pain rip through his dry throat; his thoughts reciting prayers that they leave Rodney alone that he will find a way out for both of them.
“Stop! Stop I can tell you what you want to know, just stop let him go!” His voice echoes through the two cells.
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