FIC: Out Of Bounds - NC-17 - John/Rodney
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sga_santa. Down periscope. *submerges again*
You can get caught up here: Out Of Bounds.
Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: The quiet ride home.
A/N: Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
perfica for playing OOB beta badminton with me all these months. Thank you to libitina and roaringmice for inside intel and spywork at Skate America. Any similarities to my dad's cabin on Lake Kashabog is completely coincidental, of course.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
John tossed sticks in the water from where he sprawled on the shore, watching them bob and gently spin. The loon shifted direction towards them, then turned around just as abruptly when it recognized what they were. Not food, John translated. He wondered if he should get some bread.
Rodney's grumbling had died down to a dull mutter as he tramped back and forth from the cabin to the car, repacking the SUV. He ignored it, content to breathe in the cold air, lifting his chin to feel the warmth of the sun on his face. Squinting, sunlight made rainbow dots of his eyelashes, the glitter of water just beyond. He heard the car door behind him slam and then the thrum and purr of the engine starting. He picked up his crutches and pushed himself off the ground.
He and Rodney were quiet on the way out, retracing their route of just two days before. It seemed as if it had been much longer. When they reached the rushing urban noise of the highway, Rodney glanced both ways and floored it on the exit ramp, settling in the passing lane.
They swept by the exit to the little restaurant, neither of them inclined to stop. Finally, Rodney spoke, causing John to flash a glance in his direction.
"You know, that wasn't half as bad as I expected." He scrunched up his face. "I mean, you hear these horror stories about withdrawal although I suppose it's all terribly exaggerated."
John let his head slump in Rodney's direction in a chiding gesture.
Rodney blinked rapidly, glancing around at the traffic unnecessarily. "In fact, I think it's fair to say you didn't have a single one of the symptoms on the list all weekend long." His hands wrung the steering wheel.
John waited for him to come to his conclusion on his own, drumming his fingers on the armrest.
"So...." Rodney gave him a cringing smile. "Not so much of a problem?"
John gave him a determined smiling glare in answer.
"Okay, then."
He wanted to tell Rodney, yet again, that he wasn't a drug addict. But he couldn't quite bring himself to be dishonest when Rodney had just admitted he was wrong. John took a slow breath and licked his lips. He said, measuring his words carefully, "I was... getting into a bad habit." He eyes narrowed as he prayed Rodney wouldn't take that the wrong way.
Of course Rodney leapt on it immediately, leaning forward over the steering wheel, sounding relieved to be right. "Of course you were! You'd been on those things for what? Eight weeks? Your doctor should be shot."
"Rodney," John said. "The reason I had so many left over is that I didn't take them in the first place. Not as much as I was supposed to anyway." He answered Rodney's questioning look with a small one-shouldered shrug and a tip of his head, pursing his lips. "They made me light-headed. No equilibrium. Even spins were out. But once I was down for the count it didn't matter."
"So.... I saved you." Rodney practically bubbled with self-satisfied happiness. "From a horrible plight due to my perceptiveness and quick thinking in the face of danger."
"My hero."
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sga_santa. Down periscope. *submerges again*You can get caught up here: Out Of Bounds.
Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: The quiet ride home.
A/N: Thank you to
perfica for playing OOB beta badminton with me all these months. Thank you to libitina and roaringmice for inside intel and spywork at Skate America. Any similarities to my dad's cabin on Lake Kashabog is completely coincidental, of course.Previously in Out Of Bounds: Known more for his jumps than his artistry, figure skater John Sheppard hires ex-skating champion and 'artiste' Rodney McKay to be his coach. As John recovers from his injury, Rodney discovers he might have a little problem. His solution? Get out of town.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
John tossed sticks in the water from where he sprawled on the shore, watching them bob and gently spin. The loon shifted direction towards them, then turned around just as abruptly when it recognized what they were. Not food, John translated. He wondered if he should get some bread.
Rodney's grumbling had died down to a dull mutter as he tramped back and forth from the cabin to the car, repacking the SUV. He ignored it, content to breathe in the cold air, lifting his chin to feel the warmth of the sun on his face. Squinting, sunlight made rainbow dots of his eyelashes, the glitter of water just beyond. He heard the car door behind him slam and then the thrum and purr of the engine starting. He picked up his crutches and pushed himself off the ground.
He and Rodney were quiet on the way out, retracing their route of just two days before. It seemed as if it had been much longer. When they reached the rushing urban noise of the highway, Rodney glanced both ways and floored it on the exit ramp, settling in the passing lane.
They swept by the exit to the little restaurant, neither of them inclined to stop. Finally, Rodney spoke, causing John to flash a glance in his direction.
"You know, that wasn't half as bad as I expected." He scrunched up his face. "I mean, you hear these horror stories about withdrawal although I suppose it's all terribly exaggerated."
John let his head slump in Rodney's direction in a chiding gesture.
Rodney blinked rapidly, glancing around at the traffic unnecessarily. "In fact, I think it's fair to say you didn't have a single one of the symptoms on the list all weekend long." His hands wrung the steering wheel.
John waited for him to come to his conclusion on his own, drumming his fingers on the armrest.
"So...." Rodney gave him a cringing smile. "Not so much of a problem?"
John gave him a determined smiling glare in answer.
"Okay, then."
He wanted to tell Rodney, yet again, that he wasn't a drug addict. But he couldn't quite bring himself to be dishonest when Rodney had just admitted he was wrong. John took a slow breath and licked his lips. He said, measuring his words carefully, "I was... getting into a bad habit." He eyes narrowed as he prayed Rodney wouldn't take that the wrong way.
Of course Rodney leapt on it immediately, leaning forward over the steering wheel, sounding relieved to be right. "Of course you were! You'd been on those things for what? Eight weeks? Your doctor should be shot."
"Rodney," John said. "The reason I had so many left over is that I didn't take them in the first place. Not as much as I was supposed to anyway." He answered Rodney's questioning look with a small one-shouldered shrug and a tip of his head, pursing his lips. "They made me light-headed. No equilibrium. Even spins were out. But once I was down for the count it didn't matter."
"So.... I saved you." Rodney practically bubbled with self-satisfied happiness. "From a horrible plight due to my perceptiveness and quick thinking in the face of danger."
"My hero."
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Date: 2007-12-17 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-17 12:49 am (UTC)Hmmmm. See, my immediate conclusion would have been; "So... where's your really secret stash?"
Let's hope Rodney was right, as usual?
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Date: 2007-12-17 01:18 am (UTC)Yeah...poor Rodney. What's going to happen when he finds out the truth?
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Date: 2007-12-17 01:33 am (UTC)A bad habit...that's not quite there but leaning in that direction right? I could see John leaning out of apathy...
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Date: 2007-12-17 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-17 09:47 am (UTC)Oh, John. Of course it matters.
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Date: 2007-12-18 03:22 am (UTC)"My hero."
LOL!!! So adorable!
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Date: 2008-03-03 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-03 07:30 am (UTC)Fortunately, John's on the bubble with that addiction. It could flare up again in the future, but the underlying problem is that John doesn't have anything other than skating in his life. He hasn't quite let Rodney in that far. With John's skating out of commission, he reached for something to numb his awareness of the mess of the rest of his life.
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Date: 2008-03-03 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-03-03 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-03 07:34 am (UTC)John has a problem but I think it's important to not be black-and-white about it. The real problem lies underneath the drug use, the reasons he was taking it.