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fic: To Move Mountains [sga]

A piece of something larger, perhaps, but it stands on its own.

The things you realize while lying on the ground, bleeding out.

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“Promise me you won’t go crazy when I die.” The words come out slurred despite the care he takes in forming them, consonants slipping away from him like sand through shaking fingers. When he blinks, the world blurs.

“You’re not going to die, Rodney.” Sheppard sounds almost angry, but Rodney can hear something else, something that might be terror. Funny how he hadn’t noticed it before. “Ronon’s gone to get a medical team. You’ll be back in the infirmary and bitching about your eighty-bazillion stitches before you know it.”

“Promise me,” Rodney repeats, the ‘r’ and ‘s’ coming out wrong, because the medical team’s not going to make it in time. He can feel the world going soft around the edges, can see it already fading into nothing. His feet and toes have gone numb, although his leg burns like it’s on fire. “Need t’ know you won’ do anythin’ stupid.”

“I’m not going to do anything stupid because you’re not going to die.” Everything goes white on Sheppard’s last word as something grates inside Rodney’s leg, and Sheppard needs to stop doing whatever the hell it is he’s doing, because dying shouldn’t be this painful. It feels a little like Rodney’s been yanked out of his body, and for a while he can’t manage anything more than a whimper.

He knows Teyla’s out there somewhere, can hear her murmur something to Sheppard—no terror or anger there, just worry and concern—but the blood roaring in his ears drowns all her words.

When color and sound come back, he’s being dragged, Sheppard’s hands hard under his arms, Teyla following with gun at the ready. The sky’s a brilliant blue above, deep enough to dive into, and Rodney can’t feel anything below his waist, but those things don’t matter. There’s something he needs to know, but he can’t remember what it is—just that it was important. He would ask if Sheppard knows, but even as he tries to put the words together in his head, the blue of the sky is blocked out by the familiar gray of a jumper, and he’s being cradled against Sheppard’s chest.

Then there are doctors and a stretcher, and he’s suddenly inside the jumper, cheek resting against Sheppard’s thigh, Sheppard’s warm fingers curled against the back of his cold neck. “You’re not going to die, Rodney.” And there’s no fear now in Sheppard’s voice, no anger, just enough faith that Rodney can’t help but believe: faith strong enough to hold the universe together.
A little bit of Rodney whump before bed was all that I needed. Very nice, thanks.
oh wow. i certainly hope it is part of a larger story. thanks.
It definitely could be--it's just a question if I'll ever get around to writing it. Glad you like it!
Oh, I really loved this! It says so much in so few words -- how Rodney's (possibly) last thoughts are concern for how Sheppard's going to handle it, and Sheppard's complete and absolute faith that it simply won't happen like this.
I've been playing around with saying things without stating them outright; this was an attempt at showing how much these two mean to each other, so I'm glad to hear that that came through.
Not a word I ever thought to see attached to the description of a guy bleeding out, but I'll take it. ^_^
(Anonymous)
That was great. And you didn't even actually kill him. Bless you. ::g::

Leah
Nope, no killing of Rodney--not this time, at least. I promise to kill him only if strictly necessary.

Glad you enjoyed this. ^_^
This was a nice piece overall, but it's Sheppard's faith that really sells this for me. The man who can move cities with a thought, keeping Rodney alive with pure belief... wonderful. :)
keeping Rodney alive with pure belief

Well, not exactly pure belief, but his belief kept him from freezing up over the extent of Rodney's injury. Rodney couldn't/wouldn't die that way, so John had to make sure he didn't.
I loved this! After "Miller's Crossing", I really can see this being a worry of Rodney's. I mean...yeeeeah, Shep going batshit if he loses any of them, totally, totally canon. You just nailed the characters, short but beautiful and sweet!
My first reaction when I read your comment was "Oh, good. I got it right." Although I'm still figuring out what exactly the "it" is.
It's the emotions and the simplicity and the beauty of the scene that you've gotten right, and the underlying machinery of the SGA universe. Because there, as nowhere else, the things you need most desperately always manage to come true, as long as your want is pure and your loyalty is as solid as reality itself.

...The thing I actually worry about is, what if one of the ACTORS dies?... Meep!
Because there, as nowhere else, the things you need most desperately always manage to come true, as long as your want is pure and your loyalty is as solid as reality itself.

That is a lovely (that's right, I used the "L" word) and, I think, true way of putting it.


And don't worry. Even if one of the actors suddenly drops dead, their character will still live on in fanfic for as long as people continue to write about the show. Which will likely be for a while, to judge from Start Trek and other fandoms.
as long as people continue to write about the show. Which will likely be for a while, to judge from Start Trek and other fandoms.

Oh, I do hope so! There's just something very compelling about the character mix, the setting, and the storylines in SGA that goes way beyond what each weekly ep supplies. I feel almost embarassed when I know someone is going to try watching to see what this obsession of mine is all about--stripped of the larger context that the fandom has found in it, SGA is just a sci-fi adventure show, ya know?

*bighappygrin* I made you use the "L" word! And I had an insight!! Wow, that's just cool. ^^