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Fic: Unspoken Part 8
Title: Unspoken Part 8
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Rating: R for language
Summary: John finds out that Rodney is gay and it tests the bonds of friendship.
Disclaimer: They belong to someone else, I’ll return them when I’m done….maybe. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Chapter 8
Rodney was uncharacteristically quiet the next morning, but hurting as he was he wasn’t feeling very sociable. There was no mistaking the pain he was in or the weariness he was feeling, so the rest of his team left him alone after several attempts to help him. When Pojan arrived, Rodney got to his feet and left without a word to any of them, even as his team tried to make a bid for his release.
Several guards slipped in front of the tent, barring any of them from following. Glancing back, Rodney questioned Pojan about their presence. “Why the heavy guard?”
“We do not wish them to interfere.”
This was certainly different from the previous days causing Rodney to wonder and worry about what was in store for the day. He looked at Pojan nervously, “What am I doing today?”
“You will be facing your fears today.”
Rodney swallowed hard. “Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather skip that part. I’m rather partial to my fears.”
Pojan raised an eyebrow. “And yet this one fear is the one you hide the most from.”
“Sadly, you’re making no sense,” quipped Rodney, his mouth growing dry as Pojan led him to the far end of the field. Several warriors stood waiting, avoiding eye contact as they approached. Rodney’s eyes widened as they fell on the framework of wood and ropes nearby. He stopped cold, beads of sweat forming instantly on his brow. The terror started low in his stomach and he pleaded with Pojan, his voice raising an octave. “Look, haven’t I done enough, is this really necessary?”
The old man stepped aside as two warriors advanced on his command. Reaching Rodney, they gripped his arms tightly. As they squeezed his biceps, the pain of yesterday’s bruises intensified under their less than gentle grip. When he fought their hold, another warrior nudged him from behind, jarring his aching ribs. Rodney panicked, digging in his heels as they struggled to drag him forward. The warrior at his back pushed him again. When he faltered, they yanked him forward until he stood under the ropes.
As one warrior wrapped his arms around Rodney’s chest, pinning his arms to his sides, another secured padded leather straps to his wrists. Breathing heavily, Rodney was close to hyperventilating as fear gripped him. He rambled nervously, “NO! You don’t have to do this. I’m no good with torture. Ask Major Sheppard. You’re wasting your time. I can tell you right now I won’t last. I have a low tolerance for pain. Really. Surely we can do something else.”
His wrists secure, they attached the rope dangling above his head, pulling on it until he had to stand on the balls of his feet to maintain his balance. Pain shot through his sore wrist as the rope pulled on the tender limb. Using his good hand, he reached up with his fingers and grasped the rope, desperately yanking on it, trying to free himself. The rope held firm. Releasing his grip, he winced at the added weight on his bad wrist and the pull on his sore ribs. Terror gave way to anger as he glared at Pojan and his warriors. Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he pulled on the ropes again, his fingers dancing nervously even as he spoke, “Nice touch with the padded shackles. Can’t have ropes chafing your prisoner’s wrists as you’re beating them to death?”
“We have no desire to kill you, Doctor McKay. We only wish to give you a chance to prove yourself to your companions.” The old man stepped closer as he spoke thoughtfully to Rodney, “You question your bravery, do you not? Your strength of will?”
Glaring at Pojan, Rodney snapped, “Go to hell!” Turning his head, he used the sleeve of his outstretched arm to wipe away the sweat that was dripping in his eyes.
“Your test is a simple one today. You can either endure the punishment or allow my men to have Major Sheppard.”
“YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!!” Pulling up on the ropes, Rodney lifted his feet, trying to kick at the old man, who was wisely backing away. Rodney was furious as he stretched to reach Pojan, accomplishing nothing more than using up energy.
Pojan let him vent until he calmed. Rodney sagged, his clothes drenched and his breathing heavy, as he listened to the old man explain. “The test is a simple one Doctor. You either take your punishment or Major Sheppard does. You have shown us much these past few days. Major Sheppard, however, still believes you do not belong, but not for the right reasons I’m afraid. He is denying the one thing that made your team special.”
Rodney shook his head, his voice distant as he asked, “Haven’t you seen enough? I’m not staying on the team anyway. What difference does all this make?”
“Perhaps none, but we would be remiss if we did not try to fix that which has been broken.”
Dropping his head to his chest, Rodney muttered under his breath, “I’m sure this will be really enlightening for them. Let’s watch McKay fall apart under torture. That should bring them around.” He lifted his head, his voice sharp as he added, “Oh and let’s not forget Major Sheppard. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to know he’s about to be fucked in the ass. That should go a long way in making me a solid member of his team.” His voice dropped, “Not that it matters.”
“That is where you are wrong, Doctor McKay. It does matter. We have encountered many warriors over the years. Some were in need of help, others were not. Your team is unusual in many regards and we have not handled it as well as we would have liked. You alone are an enigma to us. Your ability to block us most of the time has made it difficult for us to read your thoughts. You claim you are not a soldier and yet you have performed admirably in spite of this. We do not have scientists amongst us so your position on your team was unheard of to us.” Pojan dropped his head, closing his eyes a second before continuing. “We have realized too late that your team is something unique, something special. We are doing what we can to bring your team back together, and this…” The old man waved his hand towards the framework around Rodney, “is the only thing we could come up with that would force the issues your Major is dealing with.”
“It won’t change anything. He doesn’t want me on the team.”
“Perhaps.” Pojan motioned to one of the warriors, “I am truly sorry it has come to this, Doctor McKay, but it is necessary.” The warrior stepped closer with something resembling a whip in his hand, only the end was made of a soft flayed leather. It hardly looked threatening but that didn’t negate the terror Rodney was feeling.
He frantically backed away but being tied as he was made it impossible. As the warrior stepped behind him, Rodney frantically swung his head around, keeping his eyes on the man. His heart was racing, pounding loudly in his chest as he made a final bid for his freedom. Trembling with fear, he wasn’t beneath begging, “God, don’t do this! How is my having the crap beat out of me going to prove anything?” The warrior pulled a knife and with one quick move he slit Rodney’s shirt, exposing his back.
“You may end it at any time. You can either accept the lashing or give up Major Sheppard to my warriors. The choice will be yours.” Pojan nodded towards the warrior. “You may begin. I must speak with the others.”
Rodney watched him walk away without so much as a backward glance. Terror gripped him. He’d never been so scared in his life, even the Wraith didn’t compare to this. They were going to whip him and he was completely helpless to stop it. His breathing was fast, his chest heaving as he braced himself for the first blow. When it finally came, he was unprepared. The soft leather spread out on contact, covering a large area of his back in a single blow. It stung sharply as the leather bit into his back, but it wasn’t as bad as he’d imagined. When the second strike came more than a minute later, he bit back a cry as the leather hit his already sensitive skin.
He gasped sharply as his head dropped between his outstretched arms, his face hiding none of his pain or desolation, “Oh fuck.”
********
Pojan returned to the tent, intent on speaking with Major Sheppard. His conscience weighed heavily upon him as he’d walked away from Doctor McKay. The man did not deserve the treatment he’d received but it was too late to back out now. Pojan and the other elders had been misled by original perceptions, thinking it was Doctor McKay’s abilities that were in question. After four days of testing, they realized their error and after much consideration, dug deeper into the minds of their visitors to find the truth. They were not happy with what they found. As a result, today’s test had been changed to accommodate the change in circumstances.
The Elders had discussed for hours the implications of their actions, but none could see their way clear to simply allow their visitors to leave. Over the past four days, they’d caught glimpses of the potential this team of warriors possessed and it humbled them. If they were to release themselves of their obligation now, then their work would cause more harm than good. In a last ditch effort, they voted to try and help this team reestablish what once was.
With a heavy sigh, Pojan pulled aside the tent flap to face three anxious teammates. Major Sheppard rushed forward. “What the hell is going on? Why won’t they let us leave to see Rodney?”
“We have our reasons,” said Pojan, still not entirely sure this new approach would work. “I will allow you to see him when we have finished talking.”
Sheppard gave him a hard glare, “We don’t want to talk. We want to see Rodney!”
Pojan shrugged, “Nonetheless, we will talk.”
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Rating: R for language
Summary: John finds out that Rodney is gay and it tests the bonds of friendship.
Disclaimer: They belong to someone else, I’ll return them when I’m done….maybe. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Chapter 8
Rodney was uncharacteristically quiet the next morning, but hurting as he was he wasn’t feeling very sociable. There was no mistaking the pain he was in or the weariness he was feeling, so the rest of his team left him alone after several attempts to help him. When Pojan arrived, Rodney got to his feet and left without a word to any of them, even as his team tried to make a bid for his release.
Several guards slipped in front of the tent, barring any of them from following. Glancing back, Rodney questioned Pojan about their presence. “Why the heavy guard?”
“We do not wish them to interfere.”
This was certainly different from the previous days causing Rodney to wonder and worry about what was in store for the day. He looked at Pojan nervously, “What am I doing today?”
“You will be facing your fears today.”
Rodney swallowed hard. “Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather skip that part. I’m rather partial to my fears.”
Pojan raised an eyebrow. “And yet this one fear is the one you hide the most from.”
“Sadly, you’re making no sense,” quipped Rodney, his mouth growing dry as Pojan led him to the far end of the field. Several warriors stood waiting, avoiding eye contact as they approached. Rodney’s eyes widened as they fell on the framework of wood and ropes nearby. He stopped cold, beads of sweat forming instantly on his brow. The terror started low in his stomach and he pleaded with Pojan, his voice raising an octave. “Look, haven’t I done enough, is this really necessary?”
The old man stepped aside as two warriors advanced on his command. Reaching Rodney, they gripped his arms tightly. As they squeezed his biceps, the pain of yesterday’s bruises intensified under their less than gentle grip. When he fought their hold, another warrior nudged him from behind, jarring his aching ribs. Rodney panicked, digging in his heels as they struggled to drag him forward. The warrior at his back pushed him again. When he faltered, they yanked him forward until he stood under the ropes.
As one warrior wrapped his arms around Rodney’s chest, pinning his arms to his sides, another secured padded leather straps to his wrists. Breathing heavily, Rodney was close to hyperventilating as fear gripped him. He rambled nervously, “NO! You don’t have to do this. I’m no good with torture. Ask Major Sheppard. You’re wasting your time. I can tell you right now I won’t last. I have a low tolerance for pain. Really. Surely we can do something else.”
His wrists secure, they attached the rope dangling above his head, pulling on it until he had to stand on the balls of his feet to maintain his balance. Pain shot through his sore wrist as the rope pulled on the tender limb. Using his good hand, he reached up with his fingers and grasped the rope, desperately yanking on it, trying to free himself. The rope held firm. Releasing his grip, he winced at the added weight on his bad wrist and the pull on his sore ribs. Terror gave way to anger as he glared at Pojan and his warriors. Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he pulled on the ropes again, his fingers dancing nervously even as he spoke, “Nice touch with the padded shackles. Can’t have ropes chafing your prisoner’s wrists as you’re beating them to death?”
“We have no desire to kill you, Doctor McKay. We only wish to give you a chance to prove yourself to your companions.” The old man stepped closer as he spoke thoughtfully to Rodney, “You question your bravery, do you not? Your strength of will?”
Glaring at Pojan, Rodney snapped, “Go to hell!” Turning his head, he used the sleeve of his outstretched arm to wipe away the sweat that was dripping in his eyes.
“Your test is a simple one today. You can either endure the punishment or allow my men to have Major Sheppard.”
“YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!!” Pulling up on the ropes, Rodney lifted his feet, trying to kick at the old man, who was wisely backing away. Rodney was furious as he stretched to reach Pojan, accomplishing nothing more than using up energy.
Pojan let him vent until he calmed. Rodney sagged, his clothes drenched and his breathing heavy, as he listened to the old man explain. “The test is a simple one Doctor. You either take your punishment or Major Sheppard does. You have shown us much these past few days. Major Sheppard, however, still believes you do not belong, but not for the right reasons I’m afraid. He is denying the one thing that made your team special.”
Rodney shook his head, his voice distant as he asked, “Haven’t you seen enough? I’m not staying on the team anyway. What difference does all this make?”
“Perhaps none, but we would be remiss if we did not try to fix that which has been broken.”
Dropping his head to his chest, Rodney muttered under his breath, “I’m sure this will be really enlightening for them. Let’s watch McKay fall apart under torture. That should bring them around.” He lifted his head, his voice sharp as he added, “Oh and let’s not forget Major Sheppard. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to know he’s about to be fucked in the ass. That should go a long way in making me a solid member of his team.” His voice dropped, “Not that it matters.”
“That is where you are wrong, Doctor McKay. It does matter. We have encountered many warriors over the years. Some were in need of help, others were not. Your team is unusual in many regards and we have not handled it as well as we would have liked. You alone are an enigma to us. Your ability to block us most of the time has made it difficult for us to read your thoughts. You claim you are not a soldier and yet you have performed admirably in spite of this. We do not have scientists amongst us so your position on your team was unheard of to us.” Pojan dropped his head, closing his eyes a second before continuing. “We have realized too late that your team is something unique, something special. We are doing what we can to bring your team back together, and this…” The old man waved his hand towards the framework around Rodney, “is the only thing we could come up with that would force the issues your Major is dealing with.”
“It won’t change anything. He doesn’t want me on the team.”
“Perhaps.” Pojan motioned to one of the warriors, “I am truly sorry it has come to this, Doctor McKay, but it is necessary.” The warrior stepped closer with something resembling a whip in his hand, only the end was made of a soft flayed leather. It hardly looked threatening but that didn’t negate the terror Rodney was feeling.
He frantically backed away but being tied as he was made it impossible. As the warrior stepped behind him, Rodney frantically swung his head around, keeping his eyes on the man. His heart was racing, pounding loudly in his chest as he made a final bid for his freedom. Trembling with fear, he wasn’t beneath begging, “God, don’t do this! How is my having the crap beat out of me going to prove anything?” The warrior pulled a knife and with one quick move he slit Rodney’s shirt, exposing his back.
“You may end it at any time. You can either accept the lashing or give up Major Sheppard to my warriors. The choice will be yours.” Pojan nodded towards the warrior. “You may begin. I must speak with the others.”
Rodney watched him walk away without so much as a backward glance. Terror gripped him. He’d never been so scared in his life, even the Wraith didn’t compare to this. They were going to whip him and he was completely helpless to stop it. His breathing was fast, his chest heaving as he braced himself for the first blow. When it finally came, he was unprepared. The soft leather spread out on contact, covering a large area of his back in a single blow. It stung sharply as the leather bit into his back, but it wasn’t as bad as he’d imagined. When the second strike came more than a minute later, he bit back a cry as the leather hit his already sensitive skin.
He gasped sharply as his head dropped between his outstretched arms, his face hiding none of his pain or desolation, “Oh fuck.”
********
Pojan returned to the tent, intent on speaking with Major Sheppard. His conscience weighed heavily upon him as he’d walked away from Doctor McKay. The man did not deserve the treatment he’d received but it was too late to back out now. Pojan and the other elders had been misled by original perceptions, thinking it was Doctor McKay’s abilities that were in question. After four days of testing, they realized their error and after much consideration, dug deeper into the minds of their visitors to find the truth. They were not happy with what they found. As a result, today’s test had been changed to accommodate the change in circumstances.
The Elders had discussed for hours the implications of their actions, but none could see their way clear to simply allow their visitors to leave. Over the past four days, they’d caught glimpses of the potential this team of warriors possessed and it humbled them. If they were to release themselves of their obligation now, then their work would cause more harm than good. In a last ditch effort, they voted to try and help this team reestablish what once was.
With a heavy sigh, Pojan pulled aside the tent flap to face three anxious teammates. Major Sheppard rushed forward. “What the hell is going on? Why won’t they let us leave to see Rodney?”
“We have our reasons,” said Pojan, still not entirely sure this new approach would work. “I will allow you to see him when we have finished talking.”
Sheppard gave him a hard glare, “We don’t want to talk. We want to see Rodney!”
Pojan shrugged, “Nonetheless, we will talk.”
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Very well done. I can hardly wait for the next part.
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