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Title: Broken Trust
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chaps1870
Pairing: McShep
Rating: R
Spoiler: Trinity
Summary: Rodney tries to regain the trust he's lost only it doesn't work out like he plans
Disclaimer: Not mine, too bad.
Warning: This post has implied non-con, but nothing explicit. Nor will it.
Chapter Four
The day started out as bad as it could for McKay, and his captors had no sympathy for his injuries, insisting he work regardless of the fact that manipulating anything was painful with four broken fingers. The mass of bruises added to his misery but it had little effect on his guards. They seemed to take pleasure in prodding him and Rodney was beginning to feel uncomfortable under their watchful eyes, seemingly waiting for him to slack off.
By mid day Rodney had taken to hiding deep in the bowels of the latest piece of machinery, away from their glares and safe from their heavy clubs. He also ignored the machines and took to working on his scanner, converting it into a homing device. It was difficult with his fingers and took far longer than it should have. Pain was a constant companion and yet he found himself dozing off in spite of it.
He was pulled from his comfort zone by rough hands as they jerked him from his safe place, their angry tone left no doubt he’d been caught sleeping. It must have been later than he thought, but still disoriented he couldn’t quite figure the passage of time as they practically dragged him back to the others. He barely had time to clear the trapdoor when it was slammed above him. Hanging onto the ladder for a few extra moments, clearing away the cobwebs and breathing through the pain their harsh treatment had aggravated, he started down.
Remembering he wasn’t the only one hurting, he clambered down and only managed to keep his feet when strong hands reached out to support him. Ronon’s voice was soft, belying his size and normally intimidating presence, “You should rest, Doctor.”
Rodney lightly shrugged him off, but still allowed him to help as he turned towards the dark cell. “How’s the Colonel?”
Teyla’s voice answered from several feet away, quiet yet full of concern, “He is sleeping at the moment. I fear his wound has become infected and he is hurting far more than he is letting on.”
“Where is he?” asked McKay, barely constraining his fear.
“He is here, Doctor. Follow my voice,” Teyla answered, leading Rodney to where she sat with the Colonel.
Rodney eased himself to the floor, suppressing a grunt of pain as he settled and reached out blindly for Sheppard. Finding a pant leg, he traced a frantic path upward until his hand rested near John’s head. Very gently, mindful of his own injured hand, he lifted Sheppard’s head and let it rest on his thigh, only relaxing when his hand strayed to the Colonel’s chest and he could feel the steady beat of his heart. He sat for a moment before finding his voice, “How long has he been out?”
“Only about an hour. The lack of food, plus the blood loss has made him very weak.”
Even in the darkness, Rodney could sense her concern and hear Ronon pacing in the small confines of their cell. He was still startled when Ronon leapt onto the ladder and slammed himself into the trapdoor above them. After several failed attempts, he dropped to the floor in disgust.
Frustrated by his own helplessness, Rodney rolled his eyes, “Thank you for that wonderful display in futility.”
Tempers flared and Ronon snapped back, his voice loud in the small space, “We can’t just sit here. I’m tired of waiting for someone else to rescue us. We need to get out of here ourselves before the Colonel gets any worse.”
Always the voice of calm and reason, Teyla spoke up, “There is little we can do. The Colonel was shot for trying to…”
When she hesitated to finish, Rodney completed her thoughts, “To save me.” His voice was low and drifted off and it seemed to take with it all the anger from his companions. Silence descended as they all contemplated the situation until Rodney spoke up, “I’m working on a homing signal. Maybe someone will find us if I can boost the signal. I’ll see if they will give me some medicine and maybe some more food tomorrow.”
Teyla answered immediately, “You cannot, Doctor McKay. The Colonel would not want you to risk another beating.”
The few good fingers that rested on John’s chest flexed and Rodney tensed slightly as he spoke in a false bravado, “As the Colonel said, they won’t kill me. If it means helping him then I really don’t have a choice, do I?”
Their silence answered his question and no more was said. Rodney dropped his head, the day catching up to him quickly. His body was growing weaker despite eating every day and the nausea and headaches never really went away. If they weren’t rescued soon, it wouldn’t make a difference. It was only a matter of time before his body gave out and even a token effort to work would be out of the question. Leaning back into the wall behind him he drifted off, his hand still resting on the Colonel’s chest.
****
All Rodney could think of as he sat eating his lunch under the menacing glares of his captors was the heat coming off the Colonel when he’d woke this morning. He’d spent all morning begging them for food and/or medicine and getting very little work done in the process. The only thing he’d managed was enhancing the signal on his makeshift homing signal and punching in directions to the rest of the team, afraid his demands would leave him unable to help in locating them.
There was still nothing to show for his persistence, other than ribs that protested a bit more and enough new bruises that lifting his hand to eat was painful. His eyes darted between the men guarding him and the shaking spoon he guided to his mouth. After five days on such little to eat, his stomach didn’t care if it was edible or not and he ate quickly, hardly tasting it. Finishing, he pushed the bowl away and leveraged his hands on the table to get to his feet. It was a slow and painful process, interrupted by the sudden appearance of another native.
Rodney eyed the new stranger nervously. He was dressed well, better than any of the previous guards and his eyes held a spark of intelligence that seemed absent in all the others. They were cold and calculating and Rodney found himself swallowing hard, before dropping back into his chair. Seeing a bag in the man’s hand, Rodney kept his hope at bay, but it must have shown.
“So, Doctor. It seems you feel yourself worthy of making demands on my men,” said the man, throwing the bag table in front of him. He reached into his shirt, retrieving a smaller bag. Opening it, he carefully pulled a vial from it, deliberately showing off the contents for Rodney’s benefit. Medicine.
Brightening, despite his best efforts, Rodney shuddered inwardly as the man smiled at his response. Steeling his emotions, Rodney lifted his chin defiantly, “Who are you?”
“I am Toban T’rok.” He gestured to those in the room. “These are my men.”
Frowning, Rodney asked as he shifted nervously in his seat, “Why haven’t I seen you before now?”
Toban shrugged, his demeanor that of one in authority. “I have been away. Had I been here I would have seen that you were treated better. Unfortunately it’s too late for that and I am forced to deal with what I have. I’m a man of means and you, Doctor, are in no position to make demands.”
His tone sent a shiver up Rodney’s spine. “You can’t expect me to work for you when you are slowly killing my teammates.” His glare hardened, “Your men shot Colonel Sheppard. If he dies, I won’t be fixing anything else for you.”
“Strong words, Doctor.” The man stepped closer, using his height advantage to intimidate as he leaned over, encroaching on the scientist’s personal space. His hot breath was sickening as he spoke low and threatening, “The way I see it, you are hardly paying for your own upkeep, let alone that of your companions.”
Stepping back, Toban sat on the edge of the table, his hands idly fingering the bag of medical supplies. He carelessly flipped it from on hand to the other. “I want something from you and you want something from me.” He paused, his eyes raking up and down Rodney’s frame as he continued, “Unfortunate for you that you only have one thing left to offer that makes me even consider giving up precious medicine.”
Rodney pushed back from the table, the pain barely registering as his chair skittered backward and he stumbled away from the man’s presence. He knew that look and it only meant one thing. Panicking, Rodney rambled nervously, “You’re kidding, right?” He glanced at Toban, taking in his serious expression, “Okay, not kidding, but I…I…this isn’t what I had in mind.” It was ludicrous, something out of a bad B-movie. And there was no way in hell this was really happening.
The man had the audacity to laugh, “Perhaps not, Doctor.” Toban’s eyes narrowed and his voice lost the humor as he stared directly at the scientist, holding his gaze, “What is the life of your friend worth?”
Eyes wide, his whole body trembling with the mounting fear, Rodney appeared to consider before his frame slumped in resignation but he still couldn’t make himself say the words. His heart raced frantically and his eyes darted around the room, calculating his chance for escape.
Backing away from the advancing leader, sweat trickled down his face and suddenly there didn’t seem to be enough air as his breathing increased. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll work harder. I’ll fix anything you want.” Even as he pleaded, Rodney knew he had no choice. Still, his mind refused to accept what his heart already knew. This was the only way to save the Colonel and his team.
The leader growled, his eyes darkening, “Too late.” Toban looked at the guards and motioned towards the door, “Get out.” They left without hesitating, taking their clubs and knowing smirks with them.
Rodney stumbled backwards, hitting the wall behind him. Panic, fear, and desperation pulsed through his veins. He thought of Colonel Sheppard, seeing him shiver from the chill of fever. Squaring his shoulders, he crossed his arms and glared at Toban. Jutting his chin in defiance, Rodney snapped, “Fine.” There was no point in making this any harder than it had to be.
Part Five
Author:
chaps1870Pairing: McShep
Rating: R
Spoiler: Trinity
Summary: Rodney tries to regain the trust he's lost only it doesn't work out like he plans
Disclaimer: Not mine, too bad.
Warning: This post has implied non-con, but nothing explicit. Nor will it.
Chapter Four
The day started out as bad as it could for McKay, and his captors had no sympathy for his injuries, insisting he work regardless of the fact that manipulating anything was painful with four broken fingers. The mass of bruises added to his misery but it had little effect on his guards. They seemed to take pleasure in prodding him and Rodney was beginning to feel uncomfortable under their watchful eyes, seemingly waiting for him to slack off.
By mid day Rodney had taken to hiding deep in the bowels of the latest piece of machinery, away from their glares and safe from their heavy clubs. He also ignored the machines and took to working on his scanner, converting it into a homing device. It was difficult with his fingers and took far longer than it should have. Pain was a constant companion and yet he found himself dozing off in spite of it.
He was pulled from his comfort zone by rough hands as they jerked him from his safe place, their angry tone left no doubt he’d been caught sleeping. It must have been later than he thought, but still disoriented he couldn’t quite figure the passage of time as they practically dragged him back to the others. He barely had time to clear the trapdoor when it was slammed above him. Hanging onto the ladder for a few extra moments, clearing away the cobwebs and breathing through the pain their harsh treatment had aggravated, he started down.
Remembering he wasn’t the only one hurting, he clambered down and only managed to keep his feet when strong hands reached out to support him. Ronon’s voice was soft, belying his size and normally intimidating presence, “You should rest, Doctor.”
Rodney lightly shrugged him off, but still allowed him to help as he turned towards the dark cell. “How’s the Colonel?”
Teyla’s voice answered from several feet away, quiet yet full of concern, “He is sleeping at the moment. I fear his wound has become infected and he is hurting far more than he is letting on.”
“Where is he?” asked McKay, barely constraining his fear.
“He is here, Doctor. Follow my voice,” Teyla answered, leading Rodney to where she sat with the Colonel.
Rodney eased himself to the floor, suppressing a grunt of pain as he settled and reached out blindly for Sheppard. Finding a pant leg, he traced a frantic path upward until his hand rested near John’s head. Very gently, mindful of his own injured hand, he lifted Sheppard’s head and let it rest on his thigh, only relaxing when his hand strayed to the Colonel’s chest and he could feel the steady beat of his heart. He sat for a moment before finding his voice, “How long has he been out?”
“Only about an hour. The lack of food, plus the blood loss has made him very weak.”
Even in the darkness, Rodney could sense her concern and hear Ronon pacing in the small confines of their cell. He was still startled when Ronon leapt onto the ladder and slammed himself into the trapdoor above them. After several failed attempts, he dropped to the floor in disgust.
Frustrated by his own helplessness, Rodney rolled his eyes, “Thank you for that wonderful display in futility.”
Tempers flared and Ronon snapped back, his voice loud in the small space, “We can’t just sit here. I’m tired of waiting for someone else to rescue us. We need to get out of here ourselves before the Colonel gets any worse.”
Always the voice of calm and reason, Teyla spoke up, “There is little we can do. The Colonel was shot for trying to…”
When she hesitated to finish, Rodney completed her thoughts, “To save me.” His voice was low and drifted off and it seemed to take with it all the anger from his companions. Silence descended as they all contemplated the situation until Rodney spoke up, “I’m working on a homing signal. Maybe someone will find us if I can boost the signal. I’ll see if they will give me some medicine and maybe some more food tomorrow.”
Teyla answered immediately, “You cannot, Doctor McKay. The Colonel would not want you to risk another beating.”
The few good fingers that rested on John’s chest flexed and Rodney tensed slightly as he spoke in a false bravado, “As the Colonel said, they won’t kill me. If it means helping him then I really don’t have a choice, do I?”
Their silence answered his question and no more was said. Rodney dropped his head, the day catching up to him quickly. His body was growing weaker despite eating every day and the nausea and headaches never really went away. If they weren’t rescued soon, it wouldn’t make a difference. It was only a matter of time before his body gave out and even a token effort to work would be out of the question. Leaning back into the wall behind him he drifted off, his hand still resting on the Colonel’s chest.
****
All Rodney could think of as he sat eating his lunch under the menacing glares of his captors was the heat coming off the Colonel when he’d woke this morning. He’d spent all morning begging them for food and/or medicine and getting very little work done in the process. The only thing he’d managed was enhancing the signal on his makeshift homing signal and punching in directions to the rest of the team, afraid his demands would leave him unable to help in locating them.
There was still nothing to show for his persistence, other than ribs that protested a bit more and enough new bruises that lifting his hand to eat was painful. His eyes darted between the men guarding him and the shaking spoon he guided to his mouth. After five days on such little to eat, his stomach didn’t care if it was edible or not and he ate quickly, hardly tasting it. Finishing, he pushed the bowl away and leveraged his hands on the table to get to his feet. It was a slow and painful process, interrupted by the sudden appearance of another native.
Rodney eyed the new stranger nervously. He was dressed well, better than any of the previous guards and his eyes held a spark of intelligence that seemed absent in all the others. They were cold and calculating and Rodney found himself swallowing hard, before dropping back into his chair. Seeing a bag in the man’s hand, Rodney kept his hope at bay, but it must have shown.
“So, Doctor. It seems you feel yourself worthy of making demands on my men,” said the man, throwing the bag table in front of him. He reached into his shirt, retrieving a smaller bag. Opening it, he carefully pulled a vial from it, deliberately showing off the contents for Rodney’s benefit. Medicine.
Brightening, despite his best efforts, Rodney shuddered inwardly as the man smiled at his response. Steeling his emotions, Rodney lifted his chin defiantly, “Who are you?”
“I am Toban T’rok.” He gestured to those in the room. “These are my men.”
Frowning, Rodney asked as he shifted nervously in his seat, “Why haven’t I seen you before now?”
Toban shrugged, his demeanor that of one in authority. “I have been away. Had I been here I would have seen that you were treated better. Unfortunately it’s too late for that and I am forced to deal with what I have. I’m a man of means and you, Doctor, are in no position to make demands.”
His tone sent a shiver up Rodney’s spine. “You can’t expect me to work for you when you are slowly killing my teammates.” His glare hardened, “Your men shot Colonel Sheppard. If he dies, I won’t be fixing anything else for you.”
“Strong words, Doctor.” The man stepped closer, using his height advantage to intimidate as he leaned over, encroaching on the scientist’s personal space. His hot breath was sickening as he spoke low and threatening, “The way I see it, you are hardly paying for your own upkeep, let alone that of your companions.”
Stepping back, Toban sat on the edge of the table, his hands idly fingering the bag of medical supplies. He carelessly flipped it from on hand to the other. “I want something from you and you want something from me.” He paused, his eyes raking up and down Rodney’s frame as he continued, “Unfortunate for you that you only have one thing left to offer that makes me even consider giving up precious medicine.”
Rodney pushed back from the table, the pain barely registering as his chair skittered backward and he stumbled away from the man’s presence. He knew that look and it only meant one thing. Panicking, Rodney rambled nervously, “You’re kidding, right?” He glanced at Toban, taking in his serious expression, “Okay, not kidding, but I…I…this isn’t what I had in mind.” It was ludicrous, something out of a bad B-movie. And there was no way in hell this was really happening.
The man had the audacity to laugh, “Perhaps not, Doctor.” Toban’s eyes narrowed and his voice lost the humor as he stared directly at the scientist, holding his gaze, “What is the life of your friend worth?”
Eyes wide, his whole body trembling with the mounting fear, Rodney appeared to consider before his frame slumped in resignation but he still couldn’t make himself say the words. His heart raced frantically and his eyes darted around the room, calculating his chance for escape.
Backing away from the advancing leader, sweat trickled down his face and suddenly there didn’t seem to be enough air as his breathing increased. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll work harder. I’ll fix anything you want.” Even as he pleaded, Rodney knew he had no choice. Still, his mind refused to accept what his heart already knew. This was the only way to save the Colonel and his team.
The leader growled, his eyes darkening, “Too late.” Toban looked at the guards and motioned towards the door, “Get out.” They left without hesitating, taking their clubs and knowing smirks with them.
Rodney stumbled backwards, hitting the wall behind him. Panic, fear, and desperation pulsed through his veins. He thought of Colonel Sheppard, seeing him shiver from the chill of fever. Squaring his shoulders, he crossed his arms and glared at Toban. Jutting his chin in defiance, Rodney snapped, “Fine.” There was no point in making this any harder than it had to be.
Part Five
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