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Title: Unspoken Part 10
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 10
He was beyond caring anymore. Hanging limply by his aching, yet oddly numb arms, he only had the strength to twitch when the whip came down on his back. His mind had found an almost peaceful place as the pain went on without him. Time ceased to have much meaning, his body measuring the passage of time by the strokes on his back. One…two… His tormentor would change the rhythm or would stop for a while, enough to let him catch his breath and lose count between strokes. It was impossible to keep track of the number of times he’d felt the leather on his back. Sometimes it was a minute, other times two between lashes. Time ticked by without him.
“RODNEY!” shouted Sheppard, struggling in the arms of two warriors as he tried to get closer. They held him back as he fought with all his strength, but the hands on him resisted his efforts. Lurching forward, he was suddenly released and stumbled to his knees at the unexpectedness of it.
Glancing back at the two men, they stood at attention, making no further attempts to restrain him. Ford and Teyla rushed to Sheppard’s side, pulling him to his feet. He shrugged them off, scrambling forward towards McKay. Forced to stop a few feet away by more warriors, he watched in horror as the whip came down on Rodney’s back. The man barely moved, sagging against the ropes as his wrists took all the weight of his slack frame. Beneath wide leather straps the skin was red and raw and his fingers bled from older wounds, damaged again by his struggles.
All three teammates stood speechless, their faces pale as they took in Rodney’s battered frame. His shirt shredded, the bruises from previous days stood out on his arms and body. The whip struck again and all three startled, a collective gasp following their shock. Sheppard called out softly to him, “Rodney. Can you hear me?”
Getting no response, they tried to rouse him. John moved around the warriors, but stopped in his tracks as his eyes fell on Rodney’s back. It was a mass of welts, cuts and blood, swollen and raw. He felt his stomach lurch at the site and swallowed back the threatening bile. Teyla paled and turned away. It was too much for the young Ford, “Aw geez.” He looked at Sheppard, his eyes pleading, “We gotta do something, Sir.”
The Major’s eyes were hard, his teeth clenched tight as he stormed over to where Pojan stood. He ignored the warriors around him, violating Pojan’s personal space as he shouted, “Get him down! NOW!”
Pojan calmly shook his head, “I cannot. It must be his choice.”
“Screw that! I want him down, now!” exclaimed Sheppard, his eyes darting back to Rodney. Teyla was standing as close as the warriors would allow, speaking softly to him, but there still was no response. Sheppard paced a few feet one way, then the other, gesturing wildly towards McKay as he yelled at Pojan. “He’s doesn’t even know why he’s there any more. You’re wasting your time. Let us help him.”
“I will let you speak to him, but nothing else.” Pojan called off the warriors and they stepped away.
Turning on his heels, Sheppard rushed back to Rodney, “Wake up, Rodney! Come on. Show us those baby blues!” Teyla and Ford both joined in, their voices getting louder, hoping to pull Rodney from wherever he was.
Voices drifted into his consciousness, trying to pull him from his pleasant wandering, bringing the pain with them. He ignored them, hoping the pain would stay away, the all consuming, excruciating fire that burned over every nerve in his back, demanding attention. He whimpered above the screaming in his head, “Please go away.”
The pain got louder as the voices formed images in his mind. As the faces became clearer, he drifted further and further from his comfort zone, the agonizing pain pulling him away faster and faster until there was no going back. The voices took away his only hope.
Rodney stirred, his head lifting a few inches. His face was marred with sweat and tears, his eyes unfocused and glazed with pain as he tried to move. John situated himself as close as the guards would allow, staying just outside the invisible barrier their presence had erected. “Rodney, you need to wake up. Tell ‘em it’s over.”
With a bare shake of his head, Rodney muttered, “Can’t. Gotta do this.”
“Damn it, McKay. You don’t have to do this. Whatever it is they want from you is not worth it.”
Rodney shifted, moving to get his feet under him again and take the strain off his hands. Moaning with the effort, he cried out softly. It was more a whimper than anything, the pain obvious from the way he was sweating and the grimace on his face. It took all his concentration to stay on his feet, panting loudly at the renewed pain in his back. He raised his head just enough to lift his eyes to the Major. His voice was quiet but hard as he spoke, “I won’t quit. Not… this… time.”
John paled, Rodney’s words stinging. “This is different. NOTHING IS WORTH THIS, MCKAY! Don’t be so damn stubborn.”
Taking as deep a breath as his body would allow, Rodney tried to shout back but it came out more of a rasp, “Go away!” Their presence was not making this any easier. Every time he gasped for air or moaned he felt their eyes on him, feeling sorry for him. He was sure they thought he couldn’t do this, especially after the incident with the Genii.
That had been different. He’d had no choice then. It was either tell the Genii the plan to save the city or let it be destroyed by the storm. At the time the Genii were their only hope of saving Atlantis. If they hadn’t known about the grounding stations, they never would have gotten the shield up in time. Rodney had simply used them to carry out the original plan, hoping Major Sheppard could do something before the Genii had a chance to gain the upper hand. He never bothered explaining when they hadn’t taken his injury seriously. Thank god for Carson. The doctor had stitched the wound and made sure it stayed clean, never stressing the severity of it to anyone. It was kept between the two of them.
“Stop this Rodney. You don’t have to do this to prove anything. The Genii…” John paused, not sure what to say. He’d thought McKay had given in then and yet here he was trying to convince him it didn’t matter. When he looked at Rodney, he could see the truth in his eyes. Even through the pain, John realized it did matter.
Rodney’s eyes closed as he dropped his head, his voice a mere whisper, “Just go away…please.”
Frustrated and angry, John ignored the guards and burst forward to stand directly in front of McKay. The guards moved to intercept him, but a silent gesture from Pojan stopped them and they stepped away, still vigilant. Teyla and Ford flanked Sheppard but maintained enough distance so as not to crowd McKay. Sheppard got right in Rodney’s face, wanting more than anything to grab him and shake some sense into him. “You can stop this McKay. Just give them what they want. Whatever it is we’ll help, alright? You don’t have to do this.”
As Rodney lifted his head to say something the whip lashed out, taking his breath away along with anything he was about to say. John could no longer restrain himself and grabbing Rodney by the shirt, shouted desperately, “Stop this! Make them stop!”
Hurt by John’s harsh treatment, Rodney shouted back, “I can’t!”
“Why the hell not?” Sheppard’s eyes glistened with emotion as he pleaded, “Nothing is worth this Rodney, they are gonna kill you!”
John stared at Rodney, unwilling to look away. He watched as tears gathered in Rodney’s eyes and he uttered with despair, “They want to rape you, Major.”
Releasing his grip on McKay, John backed away as if he’d been stung then fell to his knees, his shoulders slumping in defeat. There was an eerie silence, all eyes on Sheppard as he knelt in the dirt, his hands gripping his thighs in a white knuckled grip. When he finally got to his feet, it wasn’t Rodney he was looking at, it was Pojan. “You bastard. You can stop this.”
Rodney watched John step back, watched him fall, watched him speak to the Kinoban leader. Pojan shook his head, answering “It is not for me to decide.”
Something about the tone in his voice caught Rodney’s attention and he looked at the old man as he spoke to the Major. He saw it…only for a fraction of a second but he saw it and his mind tried to catch up. Pojan’s words were not meant for him. This would not be decided by him, this would be decided by Sheppard. Pojan was waiting for Sheppard to do something, Rodney could see it in the leader’s eyes. He just didn’t know what it was.
John stomped up to the leader, his face hard and determined, hiding all else. He glared at the old man and growled, “Let him go. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Rodney exploded, shouting angrily, “NO! YOU CAN’T! DON’T DO THIS!” As Pojan handed John a knife, Rodney tugged on his restraints, ignoring the added pain it was causing. Rodney pulled away frantically as John approached. His breathing was ragged and harsh as he ground out, “Stay the fuck away from me. Don’t be pulling your Captain Kirk crap on me.” John continued towards him and Rodney’s voice changed to desperate pleading, “Oh god, please don’t do this.”
Ignoring Rodney’s tirade, John motioned for Teyla and Ford. “Hold him up while I cut him down.”
As they wrapped their arms around his waist, all the fight went out of Rodney. He no longer had any strength to fight the inevitable. He’d done what he could, fought for as long as he could and they’d taken it away from him. Decided for him. But he was the one that would have to live with the consequences. He was the one that would have to look Sheppard in the eye when it was over and know that the look he saw there was his fault. His head down in defeat, Rodney muttered incoherently as John reached over his head to cut the ropes. John only caught a few words, but the despair was unmistakable.
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 10
He was beyond caring anymore. Hanging limply by his aching, yet oddly numb arms, he only had the strength to twitch when the whip came down on his back. His mind had found an almost peaceful place as the pain went on without him. Time ceased to have much meaning, his body measuring the passage of time by the strokes on his back. One…two… His tormentor would change the rhythm or would stop for a while, enough to let him catch his breath and lose count between strokes. It was impossible to keep track of the number of times he’d felt the leather on his back. Sometimes it was a minute, other times two between lashes. Time ticked by without him.
“RODNEY!” shouted Sheppard, struggling in the arms of two warriors as he tried to get closer. They held him back as he fought with all his strength, but the hands on him resisted his efforts. Lurching forward, he was suddenly released and stumbled to his knees at the unexpectedness of it.
Glancing back at the two men, they stood at attention, making no further attempts to restrain him. Ford and Teyla rushed to Sheppard’s side, pulling him to his feet. He shrugged them off, scrambling forward towards McKay. Forced to stop a few feet away by more warriors, he watched in horror as the whip came down on Rodney’s back. The man barely moved, sagging against the ropes as his wrists took all the weight of his slack frame. Beneath wide leather straps the skin was red and raw and his fingers bled from older wounds, damaged again by his struggles.
All three teammates stood speechless, their faces pale as they took in Rodney’s battered frame. His shirt shredded, the bruises from previous days stood out on his arms and body. The whip struck again and all three startled, a collective gasp following their shock. Sheppard called out softly to him, “Rodney. Can you hear me?”
Getting no response, they tried to rouse him. John moved around the warriors, but stopped in his tracks as his eyes fell on Rodney’s back. It was a mass of welts, cuts and blood, swollen and raw. He felt his stomach lurch at the site and swallowed back the threatening bile. Teyla paled and turned away. It was too much for the young Ford, “Aw geez.” He looked at Sheppard, his eyes pleading, “We gotta do something, Sir.”
The Major’s eyes were hard, his teeth clenched tight as he stormed over to where Pojan stood. He ignored the warriors around him, violating Pojan’s personal space as he shouted, “Get him down! NOW!”
Pojan calmly shook his head, “I cannot. It must be his choice.”
“Screw that! I want him down, now!” exclaimed Sheppard, his eyes darting back to Rodney. Teyla was standing as close as the warriors would allow, speaking softly to him, but there still was no response. Sheppard paced a few feet one way, then the other, gesturing wildly towards McKay as he yelled at Pojan. “He’s doesn’t even know why he’s there any more. You’re wasting your time. Let us help him.”
“I will let you speak to him, but nothing else.” Pojan called off the warriors and they stepped away.
Turning on his heels, Sheppard rushed back to Rodney, “Wake up, Rodney! Come on. Show us those baby blues!” Teyla and Ford both joined in, their voices getting louder, hoping to pull Rodney from wherever he was.
Voices drifted into his consciousness, trying to pull him from his pleasant wandering, bringing the pain with them. He ignored them, hoping the pain would stay away, the all consuming, excruciating fire that burned over every nerve in his back, demanding attention. He whimpered above the screaming in his head, “Please go away.”
The pain got louder as the voices formed images in his mind. As the faces became clearer, he drifted further and further from his comfort zone, the agonizing pain pulling him away faster and faster until there was no going back. The voices took away his only hope.
Rodney stirred, his head lifting a few inches. His face was marred with sweat and tears, his eyes unfocused and glazed with pain as he tried to move. John situated himself as close as the guards would allow, staying just outside the invisible barrier their presence had erected. “Rodney, you need to wake up. Tell ‘em it’s over.”
With a bare shake of his head, Rodney muttered, “Can’t. Gotta do this.”
“Damn it, McKay. You don’t have to do this. Whatever it is they want from you is not worth it.”
Rodney shifted, moving to get his feet under him again and take the strain off his hands. Moaning with the effort, he cried out softly. It was more a whimper than anything, the pain obvious from the way he was sweating and the grimace on his face. It took all his concentration to stay on his feet, panting loudly at the renewed pain in his back. He raised his head just enough to lift his eyes to the Major. His voice was quiet but hard as he spoke, “I won’t quit. Not… this… time.”
John paled, Rodney’s words stinging. “This is different. NOTHING IS WORTH THIS, MCKAY! Don’t be so damn stubborn.”
Taking as deep a breath as his body would allow, Rodney tried to shout back but it came out more of a rasp, “Go away!” Their presence was not making this any easier. Every time he gasped for air or moaned he felt their eyes on him, feeling sorry for him. He was sure they thought he couldn’t do this, especially after the incident with the Genii.
That had been different. He’d had no choice then. It was either tell the Genii the plan to save the city or let it be destroyed by the storm. At the time the Genii were their only hope of saving Atlantis. If they hadn’t known about the grounding stations, they never would have gotten the shield up in time. Rodney had simply used them to carry out the original plan, hoping Major Sheppard could do something before the Genii had a chance to gain the upper hand. He never bothered explaining when they hadn’t taken his injury seriously. Thank god for Carson. The doctor had stitched the wound and made sure it stayed clean, never stressing the severity of it to anyone. It was kept between the two of them.
“Stop this Rodney. You don’t have to do this to prove anything. The Genii…” John paused, not sure what to say. He’d thought McKay had given in then and yet here he was trying to convince him it didn’t matter. When he looked at Rodney, he could see the truth in his eyes. Even through the pain, John realized it did matter.
Rodney’s eyes closed as he dropped his head, his voice a mere whisper, “Just go away…please.”
Frustrated and angry, John ignored the guards and burst forward to stand directly in front of McKay. The guards moved to intercept him, but a silent gesture from Pojan stopped them and they stepped away, still vigilant. Teyla and Ford flanked Sheppard but maintained enough distance so as not to crowd McKay. Sheppard got right in Rodney’s face, wanting more than anything to grab him and shake some sense into him. “You can stop this McKay. Just give them what they want. Whatever it is we’ll help, alright? You don’t have to do this.”
As Rodney lifted his head to say something the whip lashed out, taking his breath away along with anything he was about to say. John could no longer restrain himself and grabbing Rodney by the shirt, shouted desperately, “Stop this! Make them stop!”
Hurt by John’s harsh treatment, Rodney shouted back, “I can’t!”
“Why the hell not?” Sheppard’s eyes glistened with emotion as he pleaded, “Nothing is worth this Rodney, they are gonna kill you!”
John stared at Rodney, unwilling to look away. He watched as tears gathered in Rodney’s eyes and he uttered with despair, “They want to rape you, Major.”
Releasing his grip on McKay, John backed away as if he’d been stung then fell to his knees, his shoulders slumping in defeat. There was an eerie silence, all eyes on Sheppard as he knelt in the dirt, his hands gripping his thighs in a white knuckled grip. When he finally got to his feet, it wasn’t Rodney he was looking at, it was Pojan. “You bastard. You can stop this.”
Rodney watched John step back, watched him fall, watched him speak to the Kinoban leader. Pojan shook his head, answering “It is not for me to decide.”
Something about the tone in his voice caught Rodney’s attention and he looked at the old man as he spoke to the Major. He saw it…only for a fraction of a second but he saw it and his mind tried to catch up. Pojan’s words were not meant for him. This would not be decided by him, this would be decided by Sheppard. Pojan was waiting for Sheppard to do something, Rodney could see it in the leader’s eyes. He just didn’t know what it was.
John stomped up to the leader, his face hard and determined, hiding all else. He glared at the old man and growled, “Let him go. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Rodney exploded, shouting angrily, “NO! YOU CAN’T! DON’T DO THIS!” As Pojan handed John a knife, Rodney tugged on his restraints, ignoring the added pain it was causing. Rodney pulled away frantically as John approached. His breathing was ragged and harsh as he ground out, “Stay the fuck away from me. Don’t be pulling your Captain Kirk crap on me.” John continued towards him and Rodney’s voice changed to desperate pleading, “Oh god, please don’t do this.”
Ignoring Rodney’s tirade, John motioned for Teyla and Ford. “Hold him up while I cut him down.”
As they wrapped their arms around his waist, all the fight went out of Rodney. He no longer had any strength to fight the inevitable. He’d done what he could, fought for as long as he could and they’d taken it away from him. Decided for him. But he was the one that would have to live with the consequences. He was the one that would have to look Sheppard in the eye when it was over and know that the look he saw there was his fault. His head down in defeat, Rodney muttered incoherently as John reached over his head to cut the ropes. John only caught a few words, but the despair was unmistakable.
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How could you end it there? How?? I though the last chapter was bad, but this... *sobs*
You have to fix them. Have to. *sniffles, and huggles entire team* Fix.
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