Fic: True Voice PG-13 John/Rodney
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libra_travellerTitle: True Voice
Author: libra_traveller
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rodney tumbles down a hill and into a coma, where John and him are together. Will the real John be able to wake him up?
It happened on a normal mission, checking out a village on another world. They were walking down a hill, and Rodney’s foot hit a rock, and he fell head over feet into a boulder at the bottom of that hill. When John and his team ran down after him they found Rodney unconscious. Ronon picked Rodney up and they moved as fast as possible to the gate. Back on Atlantis, Rodney would not wake up and Carson confirmed their fears in saying he was in a coma. John stayed by his bedside whenever he could, but it did not look like Rodney would ever wake up.
***
Rodney woke up in the infirmary room, with a pounding headache and a sprained ankle. He lay there a second in silence before he felt it his right to bitch for a nurse. “Ow, ow, ow, a little pain relief here would be nice.”
Immediately, a blond nurse whose name he did not recall showed up. “Here, as long as you’re awake, we’ll just give you Tylenol.”
“Fine.” Rodney swallowed the pills with some water. “Um, thanks,” he grunted.
Soon enough Rodney was really bored. And just like that John appeared in the hallway bearing blue jello. “A bee told me you were awake and I got this for you.” John sat in the chair by Rodney’s bedside and gave him the jello and spoon.
Rodney happily slurped it all down. He then noticed that John was strangely grinning at him. “What?”
John looked down at his lap and then back up. “I’m just really happy you’re awake, you had me scared.”
“Oh? I’m sorry. I mean, it’s not my fault, but I didn’t want to upset you.” Rodney put the empty jello container down.
John shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. As soon as you’re out of here, we should talk, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you, but never found the time.”
“Sure, of course you’ll say something like that, and make me wait impatiently to find out what’s so important that you have to tell me in private.” Rodney huffed.
John laughed. “It’s not like you weren’t going to be impatient about leaving the infirmary anyways.”
“You may have a point.” Rodney lay his head on the pillow, feeling strangely tired.
“I’ll just let you rest. I’ll bring you some food later today if you want?” John patted Rodney’s hand and then left.
Time seemed to pass quickly, and soon enough Rodney was inching his way to his quarters. When he arrived at the door, John was standing in the hallway. “Oh, right, you had something to tell me.” Rodney opened the door and let John in.
Rodney sat on the bed and watched John sit in the chair by the desk. He seemed different, Rodney noticed, almost shy.
John bit his lip, then sighed and looked in Rodney’s eyes. “I’m not good at this, but I can’t not tell you. When I saw you fall and hit your head, it freaked me out. When you took so long to wake up, I was afraid, and promised that if you ever woke up, I would tell you how I felt.”
“What do you mean, how you felt?” Rodney could not help feeling hopeful, though he did not know what he was hoping for.
“I care about you. At first, we just connected and I knew we could be the best of friends. But over the last couple of years, those feelings have deepened, and I’ve realized that I really like you, and may even love you.” John tried to look away, but the shock in Rodney’s face riveted him.
“Oh my god. You did not just say that, how? I mean, it’s me.” Rodney took a breath. “Do you mean it?”
John’s eyes watered, just a little. “With all my heart.” Then he laughed. “Okay, that was cheesy. Yes.”
Rodney’s nerves were tingling all over his body. “Then I don’t know what to say. I like you, but I never thought I’d be given the chance to love you.”
John stood up and sat on the bed next to Rodney. “But did you want to?”
“Yes. I want to have the time to love you. Is that what you’re giving me? I mean, can we be together, or is this just a statement in case one of us dies?” Rodney’s hands fidgeted.
“If you want us to be together, then yes, for as long as we can make it work. And I hope that neither of us dies for a long time.” John took his hand and rubbed his thumb against Rodney’s jaw.
Rodney smiled and impulsively leaned forward, touching John’s mouth with his lips. The kiss felt almost unreal, but the thought of being able to, made Rodney’s heart beat a little faster. John broke the kiss and stood up.
“We can continue this later, maybe when you’re more up to it?” John smirked.
“Okay, when? I mean, when do I get to see you next? I’ll be holed up in my room probably for awhile.” Rodney shrugged, trying to not seem too eager.
“How about I bring you dinner tonight?” John’s eyes were laughing at him, Rodney could tell.
“That’s good. Just knock, or you know, whatever, I’m likely to be sleeping, so if I don’t answer, just let yourself in, like I know you can.” Rodney grinned, then lay down on his bed, and watched John leave the room.
***
John felt haggard. His back ached, his eyes were gritty, and his heart hurt more than a little. He stared down at Rodney’s closed eyes, and wished desperately that he could see them open.
It had only been three days, but everyday just made him surer that he would never hear Rodney speak again, or see those hands moving to make some point. According to Carson, Rodney’s brain was still healing, so they should give it time, but John just wanted his friend back now.
***
Rodney was antsy. He felt silly, but having John bring dinner, seemed like a date. So all day he wondered what they would talk about, if they would kiss some more, if he looked okay. So he tried to dress nicely, but his ankle still hurt a bit, so he put on loose pants.
When John arrived, opening the door himself, Rodney stared. John was dressed in tight fitting jeans and a muscle shirt. Rodney did not even know John had a muscle shirt, or jeans for that matter. John put the trays down on the desk, and then stood there. Rodney got up and wrapped his arms around John in a spontaneous hug. John laughed happily and leaned down and gave Rodney a sweltering kiss.
“Missed you,” John whispered.
“You’re being silly.” Rodney sighed happily.
“So, I mean it though. I want to be with you all the time.” John guided them to the bed and they lay down and cuddled, kissing occasionally.
“Dinner’s getting cold.” Rodney grumbled.
“Then, let’s eat.” John sat up and grabbed the trays. They ate leisurely, and then they lay back down in each other’s arms. John nuzzled Rodney’s neck. Rodney moaned a little, and John grinned into his skin.
***
It had been over a week, and according to Carson, Rodney’s brain should have healed and Rodney should have woken up. At night, when John was alone in his room, he cried silently, wishing that Rodney would just be himself again, animated instead of cold and still.
Carson advised them to talk to Rodney, and John did not know what to say, so he let the others talk first. But John could not stay away, so he sat there and willed Rodney to wake up. When that did not work, he tried to speak, but coughed over his words. So he got a glass and sipped the water. Looking into the glass he began to talk.
***
Rodney was alone in his room with the lights off when he heard the voice. “Please, you have to wake up.” Lately he had been hearing other voices echoing in his head when he was away from John. But there was one voice he secretly hoped to hear.
So he kept his head on the pillow, and with some trepidation, listened. “You mean so much to us, you can’t just stay like this. We need you. I need you. Please. I don’t know what to say to make you realize how much you mean to me. Without you I feel lost.”
The door opened and John was there. The voice disappeared, and Rodney missed it, but he had John, so he tried to ignore the desperation in that last word.
John sat down on the bed and kissed Rodney. Rodney looked at him. “Stay tonight?” John smiled and crawled into bed with him. Rodney fell asleep.
***
Carson told them that it did not seem to be working. Rodney’s brain pattern had not changed. They talked about sending him to Earth, but John was vehement that they give Rodney more time. So they did. And John kept talking.
***
Whenever Rodney heard that voice, everything seemed dark and his room or the lab he was in, faded away. The dark scared him, but that voice called to him, so strongly, that he wanted to follow it. He started to question which was reality. His moments with John were perfect, and he realized that he did in fact love him. But it seemed too easy. The John he remembered did not express his feelings, ever.
As time went on, and that voice sounded even more dejected, Rodney yearned to see the person who that voice belonged to. During that night, lying in John’s arms, Rodney closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the dark, following where that voice led.
***
John was unshaven and probably smelled, but he sat in that chair and kept talking, about anything, from what was going on in the labs from what Zelenka told him, to personal things about his past. It was late at night, after John had won the battle with Carson to stay, that he finally saw Rodney’s eyes flicker open.
John leapt up, shouting to the on duty nurse. Then he grabbed Rodney’s hand and squeezed. “Come on buddy, stay with me here.”
Rodney looked up and squinted. “John?” he croaked.
“Yes.” John smiled.
Rodney shook his head and looked at the ceiling, a lone tear trailing down his face. It had not been real. He had feared, but now he knew.
John looked on in worry. Carson came in a few minutes later, to see John holding Rodney’s hand and Rodney trying to smile. “I’m glad you’re back with us son.”
“Sure.” Rodney closed his eyes and fell asleep, dreaming of what could have been.
Author: libra_traveller
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rodney tumbles down a hill and into a coma, where John and him are together. Will the real John be able to wake him up?
It happened on a normal mission, checking out a village on another world. They were walking down a hill, and Rodney’s foot hit a rock, and he fell head over feet into a boulder at the bottom of that hill. When John and his team ran down after him they found Rodney unconscious. Ronon picked Rodney up and they moved as fast as possible to the gate. Back on Atlantis, Rodney would not wake up and Carson confirmed their fears in saying he was in a coma. John stayed by his bedside whenever he could, but it did not look like Rodney would ever wake up.
***
Rodney woke up in the infirmary room, with a pounding headache and a sprained ankle. He lay there a second in silence before he felt it his right to bitch for a nurse. “Ow, ow, ow, a little pain relief here would be nice.”
Immediately, a blond nurse whose name he did not recall showed up. “Here, as long as you’re awake, we’ll just give you Tylenol.”
“Fine.” Rodney swallowed the pills with some water. “Um, thanks,” he grunted.
Soon enough Rodney was really bored. And just like that John appeared in the hallway bearing blue jello. “A bee told me you were awake and I got this for you.” John sat in the chair by Rodney’s bedside and gave him the jello and spoon.
Rodney happily slurped it all down. He then noticed that John was strangely grinning at him. “What?”
John looked down at his lap and then back up. “I’m just really happy you’re awake, you had me scared.”
“Oh? I’m sorry. I mean, it’s not my fault, but I didn’t want to upset you.” Rodney put the empty jello container down.
John shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. As soon as you’re out of here, we should talk, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you, but never found the time.”
“Sure, of course you’ll say something like that, and make me wait impatiently to find out what’s so important that you have to tell me in private.” Rodney huffed.
John laughed. “It’s not like you weren’t going to be impatient about leaving the infirmary anyways.”
“You may have a point.” Rodney lay his head on the pillow, feeling strangely tired.
“I’ll just let you rest. I’ll bring you some food later today if you want?” John patted Rodney’s hand and then left.
Time seemed to pass quickly, and soon enough Rodney was inching his way to his quarters. When he arrived at the door, John was standing in the hallway. “Oh, right, you had something to tell me.” Rodney opened the door and let John in.
Rodney sat on the bed and watched John sit in the chair by the desk. He seemed different, Rodney noticed, almost shy.
John bit his lip, then sighed and looked in Rodney’s eyes. “I’m not good at this, but I can’t not tell you. When I saw you fall and hit your head, it freaked me out. When you took so long to wake up, I was afraid, and promised that if you ever woke up, I would tell you how I felt.”
“What do you mean, how you felt?” Rodney could not help feeling hopeful, though he did not know what he was hoping for.
“I care about you. At first, we just connected and I knew we could be the best of friends. But over the last couple of years, those feelings have deepened, and I’ve realized that I really like you, and may even love you.” John tried to look away, but the shock in Rodney’s face riveted him.
“Oh my god. You did not just say that, how? I mean, it’s me.” Rodney took a breath. “Do you mean it?”
John’s eyes watered, just a little. “With all my heart.” Then he laughed. “Okay, that was cheesy. Yes.”
Rodney’s nerves were tingling all over his body. “Then I don’t know what to say. I like you, but I never thought I’d be given the chance to love you.”
John stood up and sat on the bed next to Rodney. “But did you want to?”
“Yes. I want to have the time to love you. Is that what you’re giving me? I mean, can we be together, or is this just a statement in case one of us dies?” Rodney’s hands fidgeted.
“If you want us to be together, then yes, for as long as we can make it work. And I hope that neither of us dies for a long time.” John took his hand and rubbed his thumb against Rodney’s jaw.
Rodney smiled and impulsively leaned forward, touching John’s mouth with his lips. The kiss felt almost unreal, but the thought of being able to, made Rodney’s heart beat a little faster. John broke the kiss and stood up.
“We can continue this later, maybe when you’re more up to it?” John smirked.
“Okay, when? I mean, when do I get to see you next? I’ll be holed up in my room probably for awhile.” Rodney shrugged, trying to not seem too eager.
“How about I bring you dinner tonight?” John’s eyes were laughing at him, Rodney could tell.
“That’s good. Just knock, or you know, whatever, I’m likely to be sleeping, so if I don’t answer, just let yourself in, like I know you can.” Rodney grinned, then lay down on his bed, and watched John leave the room.
***
John felt haggard. His back ached, his eyes were gritty, and his heart hurt more than a little. He stared down at Rodney’s closed eyes, and wished desperately that he could see them open.
It had only been three days, but everyday just made him surer that he would never hear Rodney speak again, or see those hands moving to make some point. According to Carson, Rodney’s brain was still healing, so they should give it time, but John just wanted his friend back now.
***
Rodney was antsy. He felt silly, but having John bring dinner, seemed like a date. So all day he wondered what they would talk about, if they would kiss some more, if he looked okay. So he tried to dress nicely, but his ankle still hurt a bit, so he put on loose pants.
When John arrived, opening the door himself, Rodney stared. John was dressed in tight fitting jeans and a muscle shirt. Rodney did not even know John had a muscle shirt, or jeans for that matter. John put the trays down on the desk, and then stood there. Rodney got up and wrapped his arms around John in a spontaneous hug. John laughed happily and leaned down and gave Rodney a sweltering kiss.
“Missed you,” John whispered.
“You’re being silly.” Rodney sighed happily.
“So, I mean it though. I want to be with you all the time.” John guided them to the bed and they lay down and cuddled, kissing occasionally.
“Dinner’s getting cold.” Rodney grumbled.
“Then, let’s eat.” John sat up and grabbed the trays. They ate leisurely, and then they lay back down in each other’s arms. John nuzzled Rodney’s neck. Rodney moaned a little, and John grinned into his skin.
***
It had been over a week, and according to Carson, Rodney’s brain should have healed and Rodney should have woken up. At night, when John was alone in his room, he cried silently, wishing that Rodney would just be himself again, animated instead of cold and still.
Carson advised them to talk to Rodney, and John did not know what to say, so he let the others talk first. But John could not stay away, so he sat there and willed Rodney to wake up. When that did not work, he tried to speak, but coughed over his words. So he got a glass and sipped the water. Looking into the glass he began to talk.
***
Rodney was alone in his room with the lights off when he heard the voice. “Please, you have to wake up.” Lately he had been hearing other voices echoing in his head when he was away from John. But there was one voice he secretly hoped to hear.
So he kept his head on the pillow, and with some trepidation, listened. “You mean so much to us, you can’t just stay like this. We need you. I need you. Please. I don’t know what to say to make you realize how much you mean to me. Without you I feel lost.”
The door opened and John was there. The voice disappeared, and Rodney missed it, but he had John, so he tried to ignore the desperation in that last word.
John sat down on the bed and kissed Rodney. Rodney looked at him. “Stay tonight?” John smiled and crawled into bed with him. Rodney fell asleep.
***
Carson told them that it did not seem to be working. Rodney’s brain pattern had not changed. They talked about sending him to Earth, but John was vehement that they give Rodney more time. So they did. And John kept talking.
***
Whenever Rodney heard that voice, everything seemed dark and his room or the lab he was in, faded away. The dark scared him, but that voice called to him, so strongly, that he wanted to follow it. He started to question which was reality. His moments with John were perfect, and he realized that he did in fact love him. But it seemed too easy. The John he remembered did not express his feelings, ever.
As time went on, and that voice sounded even more dejected, Rodney yearned to see the person who that voice belonged to. During that night, lying in John’s arms, Rodney closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the dark, following where that voice led.
***
John was unshaven and probably smelled, but he sat in that chair and kept talking, about anything, from what was going on in the labs from what Zelenka told him, to personal things about his past. It was late at night, after John had won the battle with Carson to stay, that he finally saw Rodney’s eyes flicker open.
John leapt up, shouting to the on duty nurse. Then he grabbed Rodney’s hand and squeezed. “Come on buddy, stay with me here.”
Rodney looked up and squinted. “John?” he croaked.
“Yes.” John smiled.
Rodney shook his head and looked at the ceiling, a lone tear trailing down his face. It had not been real. He had feared, but now he knew.
John looked on in worry. Carson came in a few minutes later, to see John holding Rodney’s hand and Rodney trying to smile. “I’m glad you’re back with us son.”
“Sure.” Rodney closed his eyes and fell asleep, dreaming of what could have been.
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on 2006-08-26 01:03 am (UTC)(Of course, in my world, Rodney's being silly... John does think of him that way, and they'll figure it out... eventually. Poor boys!)
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on 2006-08-26 06:32 am (UTC)I have one bit of concrit though: "Lay" not "lied."
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