SGA: Appalling Hurt/Comfort ficlet - John/Rodney - PG

[icarus]

See, in real life I can't even tell a joke because I can't make it to the punchline without laughing.

iibnf confessed her love of appalling OOC over-the-top Hurt/Comfort fics and I just couldn't resist writing her one. This is John/Rodney, Hurt/Comfort, post-"Trinity" tag (of course).

Appalling Hurt/Comfort Fic


Late at night, when no one could see, Rodney laid his head on his keyboard and sobbed as softly as he could. The echoes still seemed loud in the empty halls of Atlantis.

Everyone was avoiding him. John had asked that he to be removed from active duty. Heightmeyer, her chin tipped haughtily, claimed her schedule was full. On the range the marines made him fetch his own paper targets, by hand, and kept firing when he did. The internal Atlantis poll rated him ten points lower than Kavanagh -- Kavanagh! -- and only five points above the Wraith. Atlantis itself seemed to have picked up on the pervading mood. Doors refused to open, and then shut quickly behind him as Rodney skittered through. He'd had to cut his jacket free yesterday as Atlantis personnel walked by, heedless of his pleas for help. He could take a hint.

The enormity of his mistake weighed on Rodney. He hadn't felt so ostracized since he'd blown up the high school gym the week before prom night, or that time he'd obliterated Northwestern's new chem lab, or the time in Area 51 when he'd vaporized their first working F-302. At least then people yelled at him or gave him swirlies, instead of this deafening silence.

Rodney didn't care any more. He sobbed louder.

"Rodney-?"

John? Oh no! It was John. Rodney quickly sat up and wiped his face on his sleeve. "Oh, gee, I must have fallen asleep," Rodney said, his eyes red-rimmed.

John kneeled down beside him, his hand on Rodney's knee. "That didn't sound like you were sleeping."

Rodney gazed at John, at a loss as to what to say. Everyone knew he was a terrible liar, except for when - except for when he said he could outsmart the Ancients... Rodney burst into tears and seized John's lapel, sobbing into his shoulder. John stiffened, startled, and then his warm hand rubbed gentle circles on Rodney's back.

"Hey... it's okay," John murmured softly into the back of Rodney's neck.

"Really?" Rodney looked up at him, blue eyes filled with sudden vulnerable hope.

John shrugged. "What's a solar system between friends? We've got a lot of spares in the Pegasus Galaxy."

"Even though I blew up the only working model of an intergalactic space weapon we may never be able to recreate?"

John looked pained. He shut his eyes, thumb and forefinger pressed to his forehead. "It didn't work anyways."

Rodney sighed miserably. "No, I suppose it didn't. And the next experiment would probably have destroyed all life as we know it."

"So there you are." John spread his hands and brightened. He wiped Rodney's tear-stained face. "I have to tell you, you're a bit of a mess." He cupped Rodney's chin and smiled.

Rodney snuffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "I am." He tried to smile. John patted his back and stood.

"In fact, I'd say you need a bath." The look John gave Rodney was fond.

Rodney frowned, perplexed. "We don't have any baths in Atlantis. Just showers."

John was smug. "That was before I had the Roman Bath installed in my quarters yesterday." He grinned. "There has to be some perks to this job."

Rodney staggered to his feet, bemused, unable to believe John had forgiven him this quickly. A part in the back of his mind still waited for the other shoe to fall. Well... other twenty shoes.

John was saying, as he slung an arm around Rodney's shoulders, "There's nothing like some nude frolicking in a Roman Bath to make you feel like yourself at the end of a day. C'mon!"

"Yeah, okay," Rodney said submissively. "That would be nice."



Ha! I got him to cry three times in less than a page. And not_sally called me a sick fuck. I am so proud.

Comments

[rike-tikki-tavi.livejournal.com]

You know the only reason this doesn't make me want to scrub out my head with bleach and steel wool, is that my brain keeps coming up with ways how John really would react to Rodney sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. And that... makes me giggle like a loon.

Thanks.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

What would John's real reaction be? *g* Seriously, I'd love to hear your take.

Icarus

[rike-tikki-tavi.livejournal.com]

I got to see JF at Pegasus 1 and that guy does slightly dismayed, disbelieving what the fuck? face like nobody else.

So basically I'm pasting that expression on John, have him prop up Rodney in the nearest corner very, very carefully and then RUN to get Carson and the tranquilizer darts because Rodney crying clearly is the prelude to a meltdown of MASSIVE proportions.

And then he has to try and explain the whole thing to Elizabeth and she's in the same kind of teasing mood as in the beginning of Inferno. *giggles*

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I really have to go to one of these fan conventions, because I just have to see that expression. And I'm just a three-hour drive from Vancouver. There's one in Vancouver, right? There has to be.

Icarus

[rike-tikki-tavi.livejournal.com]

As far as I know, Creation does cons in Vancouver, but those are unbelievably expensive. Like several hundred dollars just for the ticket. I know a guy, who goes to Creation cons, and he says they screw you over something fierce. But I'll see him in about a month. Maybe I can get pictures.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Nah, forget it. My fandom needs are met online and there's no way in hell I'm paying that much for a con.

Icarus