Chapter Seven
Chapter 7 to "Don't Know what We've Got."
Summary: john and rodney friendship fic. Hurt, comfort, angst...mission gone wrong.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to aurora
Author: Nicole
It can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2737228/7/
or Chapter Seven
Present time
“That’s where you found me.” John’s strained voice seemed loud in the silence that had fallen upon his listeners. He had purposely left out the grisly details of his frantic screaming and uncontrollable crying. They had no reason to know about his freak out on that damned ledge. John wasn’t even sure why he had fallen apart that much. Maybe it was the combination of stress, fatigue, heat exaustion, and dehydration. Then again maybe it was the fact that he had just watched his best friend die and had been unable to do a damn thing to stop it. He had been helpless, John didn’t do helpless well, never had. Well I did let him die never knowing how much I cared about and valued his friendship.I let him die without me ever making things right. That thought made him feel sick all over again. John swallowed the nausea and tried not to let the pain in his teammates eyes rip his heart out all over again.
It was funny, John had had a dog once upon a time. It wasn’t possible in his line of work to keep an animal now, there was just no time to give them the kind of attention they needed. John was pretty sure the military would have frowned upon bringing a dog through the Stargate to the Pegasus Galaxy, so the possibility of ever owning a dog again was quite slim. Ever since Rodney had told him about Frodo he’d started thinking about his now deceased dog Sam. I should have told Rodney that I had a dog named Sam. Why the hell didn’t I?
The irony wasn’t lost on John. Frodo and Sam had been the best of friends as well. Then John’s Sam had gone and got ran over by a car, just like Rodney’s pet had. John remembered holding that damned animal, telling it how much he loved him, how much he meant to him, what a good friend he’d been. John almost laughed, he had been able to tell that to a dog, but not a human being. “But,” a little voice reminded him, “a dog couldn’t reject your sentiments.”
Now Rodney was gone, and he’d never have the chance.
Everyone had remained silent while John struggled to work things out in his mind. John finally met his friends distraught stares again. A single tear tracked down Teyla’s tan skin, Ronan was gripping the bedding so tightly John thought he heard the fabric start to rip. Then there was Elizabeth struggling to keep on her “I’m in control “face. She was faltering, her eyes were bigger and brighter than normal.
John opened his mouth to speak but all words left him. He felt deflated, empty. John was finished talking, he’d let his friends make the next move.
“We’ll bring him home John.” Elizabeth whispered.
“Thank you,” was all he could manage.
John felt more than saw Elizabeth get up and walk to the other side of the room. A small, feminine hand rested on his knee. “It was not your fault Colonel.”
“Teyla I didn’t-” John started.
“No. You could not have done anything.”
“I wish it was that simple-”
“You what, Major Lorne are you sure?.”
John and the rest of his team all turned to face the almost frantic face of Dr. Weir. She lowered her voice and spoke into a radio Dr. Becket had handed her. Her eyes got wider by the second, finally she set the radio down on a desk and turned to look at them while Carson flew out the door like a man with a mission.
“They found Rodney, John.”
The pain that had receded momentarily came back full force as Sheppard pictured Rodney’s body shattered and broken lying at the bottom of that crater.
“John,” her voice was quivering.” He’s alive.”
end chapter 7
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Summary: john and rodney friendship fic. Hurt, comfort, angst...mission gone wrong.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to aurora
Author: Nicole
It can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2737228/7/
or Chapter Seven
Present time
“That’s where you found me.” John’s strained voice seemed loud in the silence that had fallen upon his listeners. He had purposely left out the grisly details of his frantic screaming and uncontrollable crying. They had no reason to know about his freak out on that damned ledge. John wasn’t even sure why he had fallen apart that much. Maybe it was the combination of stress, fatigue, heat exaustion, and dehydration. Then again maybe it was the fact that he had just watched his best friend die and had been unable to do a damn thing to stop it. He had been helpless, John didn’t do helpless well, never had. Well I did let him die never knowing how much I cared about and valued his friendship.I let him die without me ever making things right. That thought made him feel sick all over again. John swallowed the nausea and tried not to let the pain in his teammates eyes rip his heart out all over again.
It was funny, John had had a dog once upon a time. It wasn’t possible in his line of work to keep an animal now, there was just no time to give them the kind of attention they needed. John was pretty sure the military would have frowned upon bringing a dog through the Stargate to the Pegasus Galaxy, so the possibility of ever owning a dog again was quite slim. Ever since Rodney had told him about Frodo he’d started thinking about his now deceased dog Sam. I should have told Rodney that I had a dog named Sam. Why the hell didn’t I?
The irony wasn’t lost on John. Frodo and Sam had been the best of friends as well. Then John’s Sam had gone and got ran over by a car, just like Rodney’s pet had. John remembered holding that damned animal, telling it how much he loved him, how much he meant to him, what a good friend he’d been. John almost laughed, he had been able to tell that to a dog, but not a human being. “But,” a little voice reminded him, “a dog couldn’t reject your sentiments.”
Now Rodney was gone, and he’d never have the chance.
Everyone had remained silent while John struggled to work things out in his mind. John finally met his friends distraught stares again. A single tear tracked down Teyla’s tan skin, Ronan was gripping the bedding so tightly John thought he heard the fabric start to rip. Then there was Elizabeth struggling to keep on her “I’m in control “face. She was faltering, her eyes were bigger and brighter than normal.
John opened his mouth to speak but all words left him. He felt deflated, empty. John was finished talking, he’d let his friends make the next move.
“We’ll bring him home John.” Elizabeth whispered.
“Thank you,” was all he could manage.
John felt more than saw Elizabeth get up and walk to the other side of the room. A small, feminine hand rested on his knee. “It was not your fault Colonel.”
“Teyla I didn’t-” John started.
“No. You could not have done anything.”
“I wish it was that simple-”
“You what, Major Lorne are you sure?.”
John and the rest of his team all turned to face the almost frantic face of Dr. Weir. She lowered her voice and spoke into a radio Dr. Becket had handed her. Her eyes got wider by the second, finally she set the radio down on a desk and turned to look at them while Carson flew out the door like a man with a mission.
“They found Rodney, John.”
The pain that had receded momentarily came back full force as Sheppard pictured Rodney’s body shattered and broken lying at the bottom of that crater.
“John,” her voice was quivering.” He’s alive.”
end chapter 7
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