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A couple of SGA ficlets

For timespirt's prompt: SGA, John/Rodney - danger, ritual, infirmary.


Not for the first time, John entertained the possibility that Rodney's claims that Carson actually practiced voodoo instead of medicine. Because really, was there any other reason to draw so much blood?

"We have to make sure you weren't poisoned," Dr. Biro claimed as she took away the latest offering.

"Well, I was stabbed and bled out for awhile," John pointed out (despite his lack of audience). "Maybe it would be a good idea to leave my remaining blood where it is?" The empty room remained silent, which he took as assent. "And anyway, Rodney got nicked by the same knife, so why isn't he in here too?"

Of course, the next day when he learned that Rodney had seized twice during the night and had almost died alone in his bedroom, he was kind of glad no one had been around to hear him.

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For trishkafibble's prompt: any - artifact, facsimile, factotum


After a couple of months, Radek figured out that how any given day would go could be predicted pretty well by whether or not he got to eat his breakfast in peace. Or at all. (On average: once a week without interruptions, and at least twice where he couldn't make it past four bites.)

He really couldn't blame it on anyone but himself: Rodney was Rodney, and so everyone came to Radek first because they knew he'd probably say 'yes'--or at least 'maybe'--or would actually answer their question instead of ignoring it for six months or until some crisis forced the issue. Or refusing out of hand to work on something because it was 'too soft science-y'.

More than one late night he'd spent staring at the ceiling over his bed, trying to imagine what it would be like to remake himself in Rodney's image. Probably worse for his blood pressure but better for his ulcers.

But he had a small row of clay and carved wooden birds across the top of one of the cabinets in his room, and memories of grateful smiles to go with each one, so all in all he was happy enough to just be himself. Let Rodney earn his Nobel; Radek was content.

(Except when the bastard drank the last of the coffee and didn't refill the pot.)
I like Radek and his awareness of the reason for all the interruptions and conscious decision to keep doing the things that contribute to them. Also the cute birds.

Of course, the next day when he learned that Rodney had seized twice during the night and had almost died alone in his bedroom, he was kind of glad no one had been around to hear him.

...On this line all I can think is "Actually, shouldn't one or the other of you have said something?!"
I'm very fond of Radek, especially the version of him that's set up shop in my headcanon.

...On this line all I can think is "Actually, shouldn't one or the other of you have said something?!"

Truthfully? I forgot I had to fit 'danger' in somehow, and also Rodney, so I decided to just do a wham ending combining both. Not something I'd allow myself to do in a longer story, but for snippet fics like this....
Oh, I can see them both failing to mention it in the rush of dealing with a dozen other things, and for a snippet, a wham ending of that sort makes perfect sense. It just strikes me that if he's glad nobody heard the comment, afterward, he's still not thinking any too clearly himself, and I want to thwomp him with his pillow. :P
Oh, I see where you're coming from--

Yeah, Rodney got examined too, they just didn't think it was enough to be a problem. That just didn't make it into the ficlet.

(Self, you're not going to rewrite a ficlet. You're not!)
I really enjoyed these! (Also, wow ... blast from the past - it's been awhile since I've read any SGA.) The ending of the first packs a great punch, and the second one is sweet and delicately characterized.
*laughs*

I thought I was pretty much done with SGA, but people asked and I just wanted to get an actual wordcount going, and I figured, if no one else cares that I haven't really consulted canon in years, well neither do I.

Radek's was particularly fun to do.