INSANITY IS CONTAGIOUS BY wildcat88 [LFWS #1 ROUND 5]
Title: Insanity is Contagious
Author: wildcat88
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: None
Prompt for the Round: Write any fic using Rodney with either Ronon OR Teyla. Rodney POV.
INSANITY IS CONTAGIOUS by wildcat88
Ropes. Why were ropes draped over his face?
Rodney tugged at them. They seemed to be attached to the mass pinning his left arm to the floor. When he yanked again, the mass grunted but didn’t move. Oops. Not ropes.
“Ronon?”
Rodney cracked his lids open. Flames roared in the fireplace on the ceiling. He blinked uncertainly. That made no sense. Who would put a fire-
Memory slammed into place.
“Ronon!” Rodney kicked at him. “Wake up!”
Nothing.
Rodney squirmed until his arm was free then sat up. Ronon lay facedown next to him, trapped under a burning support strut. Rodney rolled to his knees and pushed at it, jerking away with a hiss as the blackened wood seared his palms. Pulling his hands into his jacket sleeves, he tried again, but the beam refused to budge. Black smoke billowed from somewhere, sucking all the oxygen from his lungs.
Panic rising, Rodney shook Ronon’s shoulder. “Now would be a really good time to wake up. The building is on fire.”
“Stop touching me,” Ronon mumbled.
“We’re going to die horribly if you don’t get up!”
Ronon’s body twitched then slumped. “Why can’t I move?”
“You’re wearing a wall.”
“Get it off!”
“I can’t. Not by myself.” Rodney ducked as timbers crashed nearby. He pulled his hands back in his sleeves and crouched by Ronon’s head. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
“One, two, three!”
Ronon arched up as Rodney shoved. The beam slid from Ronon’s shoulder, leaving a trail of fire on his clothes and dreads.
“Hold still!” Rodney shouted, beating the flames.
Ronon screamed when Rodney’s hands pounded his shoulder. His badly dislocated shoulder.
“Sorry.”
Ronon drew in a ragged breath. “Let’s go.”
Rodney pulled Ronon’s good arm over his shoulders and wrapped a hand around his waist, tugging him out the door they had entered. They staggered away and collapsed, coughing, soot and tears streaking their faces.
“You okay?”
Rodney pressed his blistered palms together. “Fine.”
“Let me see.” Ronon pulled gauze from Rodney’s vest and began awkwardly wrapping his hands. “Why are you here?”
“Forest fire, helping the locals save the village - we failed by the way. You wanted to make sure this building was clear. Any of this ringing a bell?”
“Not me. You.”
“Oh. Well, Sheppard and Teyla were across town, and I…” Rodney sighed. “Apparently insanity is contagious.”
Ronon grinned knowingly and stood, offering a hand up. “Guess so.”
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Author: wildcat88
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: None
Prompt for the Round: Write any fic using Rodney with either Ronon OR Teyla. Rodney POV.
INSANITY IS CONTAGIOUS by wildcat88
Ropes. Why were ropes draped over his face?
Rodney tugged at them. They seemed to be attached to the mass pinning his left arm to the floor. When he yanked again, the mass grunted but didn’t move. Oops. Not ropes.
“Ronon?”
Rodney cracked his lids open. Flames roared in the fireplace on the ceiling. He blinked uncertainly. That made no sense. Who would put a fire-
Memory slammed into place.
“Ronon!” Rodney kicked at him. “Wake up!”
Nothing.
Rodney squirmed until his arm was free then sat up. Ronon lay facedown next to him, trapped under a burning support strut. Rodney rolled to his knees and pushed at it, jerking away with a hiss as the blackened wood seared his palms. Pulling his hands into his jacket sleeves, he tried again, but the beam refused to budge. Black smoke billowed from somewhere, sucking all the oxygen from his lungs.
Panic rising, Rodney shook Ronon’s shoulder. “Now would be a really good time to wake up. The building is on fire.”
“Stop touching me,” Ronon mumbled.
“We’re going to die horribly if you don’t get up!”
Ronon’s body twitched then slumped. “Why can’t I move?”
“You’re wearing a wall.”
“Get it off!”
“I can’t. Not by myself.” Rodney ducked as timbers crashed nearby. He pulled his hands back in his sleeves and crouched by Ronon’s head. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
“One, two, three!”
Ronon arched up as Rodney shoved. The beam slid from Ronon’s shoulder, leaving a trail of fire on his clothes and dreads.
“Hold still!” Rodney shouted, beating the flames.
Ronon screamed when Rodney’s hands pounded his shoulder. His badly dislocated shoulder.
“Sorry.”
Ronon drew in a ragged breath. “Let’s go.”
Rodney pulled Ronon’s good arm over his shoulders and wrapped a hand around his waist, tugging him out the door they had entered. They staggered away and collapsed, coughing, soot and tears streaking their faces.
“You okay?”
Rodney pressed his blistered palms together. “Fine.”
“Let me see.” Ronon pulled gauze from Rodney’s vest and began awkwardly wrapping his hands. “Why are you here?”
“Forest fire, helping the locals save the village - we failed by the way. You wanted to make sure this building was clear. Any of this ringing a bell?”
“Not me. You.”
“Oh. Well, Sheppard and Teyla were across town, and I…” Rodney sighed. “Apparently insanity is contagious.”
Ronon grinned knowingly and stood, offering a hand up. “Guess so.”
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