Kav/Lorne Fic-Black Stone
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Title: Black Stone
Rating: PG13 (language)
Word Count: 5114
Spoilers: None, but I would say it takes place in season two.
Summary: Nick’s birthday gift to Calvin has an unexpected result, and an even more surprising reveal.
Warning: I wrote this for Kav's unofficial birthday, which is Ben's birthday July 26th. This is so damn sappy I’m almost surprised it came from my brain.
The breeze lifted itself through the open doorway into Nick’s quarters. He smiled taking in the waft in a relaxed moment as he watched the water below him lapping at the city’s ancient piers.
The sun was setting just beyond his view and he finished wiping his hands on the dish towel he was holding.
He turned back into the room to study the two man card table he had set up. He nodded satisfied with his intimate dinner for two. The table was spruced with a white-clean sheet, two plates, silverware, glasses and a candle sat eagerly on its top.
Nick moved over to the rolling cart he had used to transport the meal from the mess hall into his quarters. He had spent several hours preparing the fresh fish and the salad for the evening’s surprise.
He just hoped Calvin was going to show on time. Only a scientist engrossed in Ancient decoding would be late for their own birthday dinner.
Nick tossed the salad again and placed it on the table. With a swift tug at the apron strings it fell away, he folded it precisely and stuck it on the bottom rung of the cart. Footsteps sounded from just at the door as it announced a visitor. Nick jumped into action, pushing the cart to hide it in a corner. He smoothed out his black, dress shirt and verified his khakis still looked presentable.
The door chimed announcing the visitor. “Come in ” Nick called leaning against the wall nonchalant just across from the entrance.
Cal entered, his face tired but hopeful. He had stopped at his own quarters to slip into something nicer before hurrying over to Nicks room. He had settled on his favorite white, button up and khaki’s. The scientist smiled as Nick pulled himself up from the wall. He went to the taller man, “Hey,” the airman said. “You’re right on time.”
“You sound surprised.” Cal replied. He spotted the table and his heart tapped out a rapid beat. “You cooked for me?” he asked.
“Now who is the one who sounds surprised?” Nick whispered into Cal’s ear guiding him to the table. “Take a seat.”
Cal slid into the chair as Nick served the salad, adding the grilled fish onto the greens. “This is amazing.” the scientist said. He waited as Nick slipped into the mirrored chair before digging in.
Nick smiled. “I’m glad you like it. There’s more to come so take it slow.”
Calvin’s eyebrow lifted but didn’t comment as the subject was changed into easy conversation of the day.
The sun all but vanished into the horizon as dessert came. A German chocolate cake, Calvin’s favorite, adorned with a single large candle. Nick sang, as he carried the cake from his bedroom to the table. “Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday Dear CAL-VIN. Happy Birthday to youuuuu.” Nick drug out the last syllable with a snort and laugh as he placed the generous sized cake before the scientist.
Calvin flushed. “I’m not sure if I should be worried or glad there’s only one candle.”
Nick showed his teeth. “It wasn’t easy finding just the one. Now, make a wish.”
Calvin paused his eyes screwed shut for a moment before they flashed open as he blew out the singular flickering glow.
Nick cut generous portions for them both. “Are you going to tell me what you wished for?” he asked licking icing from his finger.
Calvin shook his head. “Not a chance.” His heart rate elevated as his brain signaled that inner wish. Calvin only wanted one thing that would trump everything Nick had done that evening. The dinner, the dessert were wonderful, and Calvin was tickled pink inside, but there was one thing far more important, and in some ways simpler. Nick hadn’t been able to do yet but Calvin was patient, so he told himself. In his mind he knew it was true but he really needed to hear it. Hear the words.
A moment passed as Calvin considered saying what he really wanted. Nick’s eyes focused on him intently. The words lingered on Calvin’s tongue instead of voicing them the scientist grinned leaning over the table to wrap long fingers around the airman’s neck pulling him in to a kiss.
The kiss staggered into a strangled attempt for more as Nick came around the table pulling Calvin to his feet. The airman blew out the candle still residing in the center of the table and lead the willing birthday boy to the bedroom.
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Light filtered through the room giving way to morning. Calvin groaned rolling over he yanked the pillow shielding his eyes. He heard the sound of running water shut off abruptly as Nick padded bare foot into the bedroom. “Hey, sleeping giant.” he whispered.
“It’s early,” Calvin commented without much effort.
“Yeah,” Nick replied reluctantly. “I have early patrol. I had to switch with someone yesterday so I’d have time to cook dinner.”
Calvin frowned. “As wonderful as that was I’m wishing we could take it back, cause I would much rather have you here.”
Nick smiled tossing the wet towel onto the back of a chair. “It was worth it.” he winked picking up the clothes that he had abandoned to the floor the night before. He groaned to himself when he noticed the bulge from his pant pockets.
“What is it?” Calvin asked sitting up. His long hair was frizzed, sticking up in random spots.
Nick chuckled as Calvin palmed random curls into place. “I forgot something.” The airman said retrieving the small draw stringed leather pouch from the pants. The clothing sunk back to the floor as Nick jumped onto the bed holding out the small object to Calvin. “Your gift.”
“More?” Calvin said. He smiled taking the string to loosen the ends and coax the small container open. He up-righted it so the contents fell into his waiting grip. A dark stone no longer then his middle finger and finely cut. It was entwined with wire attached to a leather necklace. “I’ve never seen a stone like this before.” Calvin said in a hushed voice.
“It’s called Blackstone. Athosian, so Teyla tells me. Among her people it’s the mood stone of all mood stones.”
Calvin worked the necklace around his hair and placed in center of his chest. The stone rested just at his nipples and Nick smirked. “Nice placement.”
Calvin offered him a roll of the eyes. “It’s perfect. I love it, and you.”
Nick’s face darkened as words froze at his lips. Calvin waited, wanting them to come but Nick smiled instead. “I’m glad. I should really go.”
Calvin pulled away, swallowing his fear down. “When does it start changing?” he asked instead.
The airman shrugged. “She didn’t really go into details but did say it’s never wrong and is a valued keepsake.”
Calvin smiled. “I won’t take it off.” He leaned over and gave Nick another kiss. “Come back to bed.”
Nick’s lips grimaced. “I’ll be late.” he admonished.
Cal laid back. “It’s my post birthday. You’re excused.”
“Says you.” Nick replied swatting at him and padded back into the bathroom.
Calvin watched Nick disappear, and sighed staring at the ceiling the stone cold on his skin. He felt a weird tingle as it warmed. The stone vibrating as it did. Cal sat up pulling up to his face as it changed from black to red. An odd chilling sensation washing over him as his breath caught. “Nick,” he called out but his words cut short as the room went dark before him.
“Yes?” Nick replied walking back into the room as he tugged his Atlantis blue shirt into place. “Cal?”
The scientist was laying on the bed his limbs askew. His mouth was slack, his body motionless. Nick was at this side in flash as he screamed out his name, shaking him. “Cal ” he repeated. His fingers went to the long neck checking for a pulse; Nick’s stalled breath escaped as the blood flowed under his touch. He’s alive, Nick thought. He shook Cal again calling his name but the scientists eyes bore a hole into the ceiling, not blinking or wavering.
Nick jumped from the bed and reached for his comm still sitting on the night-stand he slipped it on quickly. “Infirmary, this is Major Lorne, medical attention is needed in my quarters immediately.”
“This is Carson. I’m on my way. What’s the situation?”
“It’s Dr. Kavanagh. He’s non responsive, it’s almost like he’s in a coma. He’s breathing.” Nick relayed the details quickly.
“Understood. Be there in a jiff. Hang in there, son.”
Nick paced around the bed watching Cal. What is going on? In less then a few seconds Cal went from speaking to completely out of it. Did he drink something? Eat something. Nick went to the night stand but nothing was out of place he looked to Cal again when he saw what was different. The Black Stone was no longer black. It was a dark, blood red.
Nick reached to the stone, lifting it into his grip. It was warm, he found the clasp to undo it but as he did Calvin’s body lurched, his lips gasping for air. Nick released the stone as it fell back on Cal’s chest. The scientist stilled once more. “What the fuck?” Nick whispered.
The door swished opened as Carson entered carrying his emergency kit. “Any change?” he inquired moving to the bed. Two nurses in his wake holding a stretcher.
“Only when I tried to take off that.” Nick said pointing to the stone.
“Is it supposed to be red?” Carson asked shining a flashing into Cal’s eye.
“It started out black, but according to Teyla it’s a mood stone.”
Carson nodded. “When did he put it on?”
“Five minutes ago.”
“I see.” The doctor bit his lip. “I need to move him to the infirmary and run some tests. You might want to find-”
“Teyla.” Nick finished.
Carson nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of him.”
“Thanks, Doc.”
Carson helped the nurses situate the unconscious scientist onto the litter as they whipped into the hall.
Nick gulped down some air before tapping his comm. “Teyla, please come in this is Major Lorne.”
“Yes, Major?” Her soft voice replied.
“We need to talk.” Nick said briskly walking to the waiting door.
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The Athosian was sitting cross legged on the otherwise empty pier. Dressed in a simple robe she often wore for meditating. The sun was just breaking the horizon as the day awakened. Nick moved to her with purpose as her eyes opened. “Something has happened?” she asked.
“It’s Calvin. He’s in some sort of coma. It’s the stone.”
Her lips pursed a moment. “The black stone?” she confirmed.
“Yes, is it capable of such a thing?”
“In my years, I’ve never heard of it harming anyone, but not much is known of its origin.” She advised. “Where did you purchase the necklace?”
“The village from my last mission. They sold many types of jewelry, not just Athosian.”
She nodded. “We must go there and inquire about the stone.”
Nick nodded. “I must go check on him first.”
“I will inform John and Elizabeth of our intentions.”
Nick bit his lip, and helped her to her feet. His face visibly etched with worry.
“Do not fear,” she reassured with a smile. “We will bring him back.”
Nick returned the gesture but with less conviction. He just hoped it wasn’t too late to tell Calvin what he should have long ago.
The infirmary was not fully staffed that early in the morning but it still bustled with activity. Nick sat in the folding chair next to Calvin’s bed watching his chest rise and fall. His stare was still piercing into the tiles above his head but nothing registered in his face. Someone had laid out his long hair so it splayed around his face. He was dressed in a hospital gown the necklace lying underneath hidden from view to onlookers. Nick had asked that the cause of Cal’s condition be kept to a need to know status.
Nick was bent forward in the plastic chair his fingers laced with Calvin’s. He had gone back to his quarters to finish out his uniform. P-90, tactical vest and assorted other devices he stored where ever he could.
Carson appeared at Nick’s side unceremoniously. “No change,” he advised. “All the tests are coming back inconclusive. He’s perfectly healthy, it’s just like he’s asleep with his eyes open. We also tried removing the stone but any attempt stopped his heart.”
Nick nodded. “It’s my fault.” He whispered.
Carson shook his head though the airman couldn’t see him. “No, son. It isn’t.”
“I gave him the necklace.” Nick stated simply staring down at the unconscious man.
Carson sighed. “And a million other things could cause this reaction. Who’s to say he doesn’t eat something tomorrow on another planet with the same result? Not you, or he or anyone else can control these things.”
“Yea,” Nick said his voice low. “Thanks, Doc.”
Teyla approached standing across from the pair of them. She had changed into her off world gear, her P-90 strapped to her chest. “Are you ready?” she asked.
Nick nodded he squeezed Calvin’s hand as he stood to join her.
The village remarkable in the way most of the small establishments in that galaxy were. Mostly self sustained within its own planet the inhabitants depended on trade from village to village rather then world to world.
It always amazed Nick how the people both revered but avoided the Stargate. Dr. Jackson would say it was a throw back to the Ancient times when going through the gate would also mean meeting a Wraith sooner then one would wish.
The pair of them moved through the village as Nick went off his memory of the layout. It had been several weeks since he had bought the trinket for Calvin’s birthday and he hadn’t returned to the planet.
“There,” he pointed to a lopsided awning just off to the side at the far edge of the village.
Teyla nodded as they swiftly moved to the distressed store front. An elderly man appeared before them with a wide grin. “How many I help the lovely couple? A promise stone? How about an anniversary bracelet?” His eyes lit up with anticipation of a sale.
Nick shook his head. “I bought a black stone necklace here several weeks ago. I need to know where the stone came from.”
“Yes, yes.” The old man nodded. “I remember now, kind sir. Was it not to your beloveds liking?” he asked peering at Teyla.
“I am not his beloved and no it was not to their liking. They have fallen ill.” He voice stern but respectful. “What do you know of this?”
The old man’s eyes glazed over. “Ill you say? My, my…” the old man slid into a stool, his tongue ticking against his teeth in an apparent attempt at sympathy.
“Listen,” Nick said stepping forward. “Someone I care about has lapsed into a coma because of that stone. If you know anything, spill it.”
Teyla laid a hand on Nick’s arm then renewed her effort. “Please, if you can just tell us what you can about the stone or perhaps where you got it?”
Nick relaxed under her touch as his eyebrows furrowed in impatience.
The old man nodded. “Very well,” he resigned. “Little is known about the origins and properties of the stone. They are many stories but they are fables and fabrication.”
“There is nothing you can advise on?” Nick asked.
“My grandchildren gather the stones from a cave not far from here. It is said that the cave was once a meditation ground for the ancestors.” He concluded. “This is all I can reveal.”
Teyla nodded. “Thank you. Can you tell us which direction we might find them?”
The old man rose from his stool pointing over his shoulder. “That way, you must walk several hours before you cross a stream and the caves shall be seen from the far bank.”
“Let’s go.” Nick said as Teyla nodded to the old man.
“Thank you,” she said and joined the airman who was already rounding the corner to the pathway leading from the village.
Two hours passed before the stream the old man had spoken of rippled before them. Nick had walked in silence the Athosian respecting his thoughts had remained silent as well.
“Nice stream,” he said as the rapids tumbled over jagged rocks. The ‘stream’ was more like a generous river, not as wide as most rivers but nothing to sneeze at. It looked deep in most places, and he didn’t think it was worth the risk attempting to wade across.
“There will be a crossing near,” Teyla said. “If the children come out here they would have a safe way across.”
“Let’s get searching then.”
“I will go this direction,” she said pointing to the left.
“Right, it is.” He replied mirroring her actions in the opposite.
Nick trampled down underbrush as he made his way along the rocky bank, keeping alert as the rocks under foot became slick the closer to the water he got. He glanced upstream, eyes straining for any sign of a bridge or crossing.
He paused a moment the sound of a voice hitting his ears. “Major ” Teyla called again.
Nick headed back to the trail so he could better hear her, taking to a run to catch up. About half a mile he found her standing at the waters edge. A rope bridge was strung at a narrow point before the stream jetted around a bend. An oversized tree had been laid across the water with a simple thick rope attached for a guide.
“Perfect,” he commented. “This looks like fun.”
She smiled. “There is a railing, so that is a positive.”
“Always the optimist.” He returned. “Ladies first.” He said with a wave.
Teyla clipped the P90 to her vest taking a step on wet log, gripping the railing. The rope was braided, cutting into her palm as she did.
Nick followed suit, stowing his annoyance as well as his P90 as his boots fought for traction. “Kids crossed this?” he asked skeptical.
She shrugged still working her way across. “They may have another way we did not find or they’re just used to it.”
They both maneuvered the bridge without incident. Teyla jumped free of it turning to Nick as his feet hit the solid ground with relief and he unclipped his weapon surveying the immediate area. The other side wasn’t much different and he picked up the trail in seconds. They moved on through the woods and Nick pointed to a outcropping of a cliff. “There.” He said.
Teyla nodded as the moved closer to the source of the stones.
The first cave they came across barely was large enough for a small child and only went in a few feet. They circled the cliff side coming across a large archway into the stone mountainside. Nick flicked on his flashlight shining it gingerly inside.
The pair entered cautiously as they favored the wall. The interior gave way to a much larger antechamber then they imagined. It rivaled the gate room on Atlantis. A stone pedestal adorned with Ancient symbols was the center piece.
“This must be the place.” Nick.
“Indeed,” Teyla commented as they parted searching the room to find more of the black stone.
A long corridor was at the back of the caves which lead to an artery of smaller and less generous caves. They scouted several which had been raided by the villagers. Scattered pieces of Ancient technology and relics were tossed around. They searched several before coming across one still mostly intact.
“Major,” Teyla said bringing Nick’s attention to small wood box. He joined her standing over the out of place container. It was half buried in a half-assed hole. Nick loosened the dirt digging at it with his fingers and pulled it free.
He took a deep breath and opened it. Inside six black stones were nestled in small crevices as though it was designed to hold them. “Jackpot.” He said “Lets get these back to Atlantis.”
She nodded as Nick carefully placed the box into his ruck, securing it on his back.
They were back to the bridge crossing in minutes, Teyla taking lead once more. As they neared the other side his foot gave on the slick wood as he stumbled. His arms wind milled as the log rolled slightly under him. The bag shifted on his shoulders and he jostled it back into place, losing his balance. “Shit,” he said as Teyla swiftly turned, reaching out for him she contacted the front of his vest steadying him.
He grinned. “Thanks, I already had one shower today.”
A dark eyebrow rose as she smiled. “I don’t think getting a second cleansing is what you should worry about. Those rocks are quite hazardous.”
Nick kept his gaze from wondering below and she nodded releasing her grip as they continued across.
The sun had set and the evening meal was being served in most of the modest huts when they had arrived at the village. They circumvented the busiest areas and quickly footed it back to the gate, with their prize.
Radek pushed his wire framed glasses back into place, frowning. He read the results again and turned to Nick who was seating at the lab table, foot tapping nervously.
“Well, it is an Ancient crystal. This much I can tell.”
“And?” Nick asked.
“And I do not know its purpose yet. It is quite fascinating.” The Czech said. “The components are quite different then most crystal used in the city”
“Can you figure out what it’s doing to Calvin?” Nick said.
The scientist considered it a moment. “No, not as of yet. I will run the elements through the city database and then we will determine how to help, yes?”
“Thanks, Dr. Zelenka. I’m going to the infirmary. You will contact me when you know something?”
“Yes, yes.” Radek assured.
Nick stole a look at the stones and his heels turned quickly leaving the confused scientist.
Nothing had changed according to Carson. Nick took up residence on the hard plastic chair that was right where he left it, next to the bed. He sighed often, shifting position even more and waited.
It wasn’t too long before Teyla came as well. She still wore her off world attire but had dressed it down by removing her vest. “How is he?” she asked.
“No change.” He’s in a waking coma, according to Dr. Beckett.”
“And you?” she asked.
“I’d be better if I knew how to fix this. What if he never wakes up?”
She slid a chair over sitting across from him. “I have faith that Radek will find a solution. And Rodney will be back soon, two brilliant minds are better then one.”
“Just don’t tell Mckay that,” Nick replied with a feeble grin.
Teyla laughed, and they sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
“You don’t need to sit with me,” he said leaning closer to Calvin as he spoke. “I’m fine here.”
“A true friend knows when another needs nothing more then silent accompaniment.” she answered.
Nick nodded. “Thank you.” Without thinking he reached under the collar of the hospital gown to pull out the stone, laying it on the outside of the covers.
Teyla’s head tilted. “It is red.” She said.
“Yes, it was red when he fell into the coma.”
She stood taking the stone into her hand as she did. “I had assumed it was still black but this is significant.”
“How so?” he replied.
“Do you remember when you asked me about the stone and how it shifts colors depending on the mood or state of the wearer?”
Nick nodded. “Right, like a mood ring. When have them back on Earth. They were very popular years ago.”
She frowned. “This gives me pause,” she said. “If the coma is caused by the stone why did it change color? The color is determined by the wearer.”
“What does red mean?” Nick asked.
“Love.” She said.
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Nick moved briskly through the hall to Radek’s lab. Teyla kept pace not speaking as she considered what could be the cause of the stones effect.
They arrived at the door to the lab which whisked open, Radek was standing just inside a startled look on his face. “Oh, good.” I was just coming to get you. Come, I have something.”
Nick followed the scientist into the lab to the large table that dominated its center. “We think we may have discovered something as well.” Nick said.
“Is there change to Dr. Kavanagh’s condition?” Radek asked.
“No,” Teyla replied. “Major Lorne removed the necklace from under the gown and I noticed that it is red not its normal black. This is dictated by the wearer.”
Radek nodded. “Ahh, yes. I see now how this falls into place. I found a reference for the stone in the Ancient database. They called it the Favored Crystal. It was used a promise for marriage or fidelity. It was unique because it joined with the mind of the wearer.”
Nick chewed at this lip. “So the stone is influenced by the mind and not just the body temperature.”
“How is this different?” Teyla asked.
“The mood ring, on Earth, reacts to the body’s temperature through the skin. It’s not very accurate and can be easily altered by heat or cold. Like water.”
“I see.” She replied.
“The Ancient version taps into the conscious and unconscious mind.” Radek concluded.
“Leave it to them to make a super version of the mood ring.” Nick said. “What does this mean for Calvin?”
Radek was speechless as he scratched his head. “I wish I could say.” He replied at last.
“Dr. Heightmeyer might be able to help,” Teyla suggested. “Talk to his unconscious self?”
Nick nodded as his stomach dropped. Somewhere inside his heart was tearing, and regret for not telling Calvin everything he should was eating away at him.
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Carson had protested in moving Calvin but Dr. Heightmeyer considered Calvin her patient, even if was in a coma and wanted the privacy.
A small group of nurses and Carson had rolled Calvin and his equipment into an unused room just off the infirmary and set him up.
Nick was now sitting at his side with Dr. Heightmeyer on the other. She watched them both a moment and asked her first question. “Why do you think Calvin in this state?” she asked.
Nick considered it a moment, and just as he had down before, pulled the stone from under the blanket wrapped around Cal laid it on top. “Something in his mind has shut him down.” He replied.
“What do you think that is?” she asked.
“Teyla says that the red reflects love. Which doesn’t make sense to me, if he feels love why is he like this?”
Kate leaned forward in her chair. “It could be that he has love in his heart, but his mind is not feeling it. He needs something. From you, perhaps.”
“From me?” Nick asked unsure. “I give him things. We share so much already.”
“Is there something else?” she asked. “Something you haven’t shared?”
Nick let out a frustrated breath and leaned into the chair back. He studied the scientist whose blank stare boring into the ceiling. He took in Calvin’s long fingers, his smile lines now hidden by the straight faced stare. His long hair now tucked down behind his head. Every little detail that he loved, and wanted to see every day. He cared more for Calvin then he ever thought was possible. They clashed on many things but collaborated on so much more. A love of music, and odd ball movies, cheesy sci-fi and off kilter British comedy. Nick’s heart swelled as a he choked up. His eyes watered at the thought that he might never be able to experience those times with Calvin again.
This overwhelming feeling washed over him. That they would never sleep in on Sunday intertwined on his twin bed. That they would never, share a bucket of popcorn at a random movie in some empty theater, and then in one singular moment of clarity it hit Nick. “Oh, god.” He choked out.
“What is it?” she asked concerned at this sudden change.
“I’m so sorry Cal,” he whispered taking the scientist hand. “I didn’t know that this would happen. Not saying what I felt, and always dancing around the words,” Nick stood leaning in closer to Calvin’s face talking into his eyes.
“Cal, please hear me.” He pleaded. “I don’t want to lose you. You mean everything to me, and I’m sorry that I’ve never told you the one, only thing you wanted to hear.” Nick’s lips moved to the scientist ear and said “I love you. I love you so much and I will say it every day for the rest of my life. I will tell every person in this galaxy that I love you, and I’m not ashamed to admit that. I never was Calvin. I just didn’t want to make it real in fear that it would be taken away.” The airman paused, gripping Calvin’s hand in his own. Willing the other man to hear. “Please, Calvin.”
Nick pulled back still gripping the cold hand, he straightened standing to his full height. Nick’s mind and mouth echoing a silent prayer.
Seconds passed, and nothing happened. “I’m sorry,” Kate said she reached out to him. “You did it Nick. You gave him what he needed to hear, and even if the stone doesn’t release its hold he knows.”
Nick’s shoulders sagged slightly, his stomach churning he looked down once again to see the stone brighten and begin to change color. “Doctor, look.”
Before their eyes the stone shifted color and settled back to black. An abrupt cough rattled them both as Calvin arched, his eyes blinked and searched wildly attempting to focus. “Nick?” he said in a hoarse voice.
Kate smiled as Nick gathered the scientist into his arms. “I’ll get Carson,” she said “He’ll want to check Calvin over.” She slipped from the room.
“You heard me,” Nick said his arms still wrapped around Calvin. “I’m so sorry.”
“Say it again,” Calvin said.
“I’m sorry, Cal. I will never hurt you again.”
Calvin shook his head. “Not that part, the other part.”
Nick smiled. “I love you.”
Calvin hugged him fiercely. “That is the best present you could have ever given me.” He whispered.
The End.
eviljrTitle: Black Stone
Rating: PG13 (language)
Word Count: 5114
Spoilers: None, but I would say it takes place in season two.
Summary: Nick’s birthday gift to Calvin has an unexpected result, and an even more surprising reveal.
Warning: I wrote this for Kav's unofficial birthday, which is Ben's birthday July 26th. This is so damn sappy I’m almost surprised it came from my brain.
The breeze lifted itself through the open doorway into Nick’s quarters. He smiled taking in the waft in a relaxed moment as he watched the water below him lapping at the city’s ancient piers.
The sun was setting just beyond his view and he finished wiping his hands on the dish towel he was holding.
He turned back into the room to study the two man card table he had set up. He nodded satisfied with his intimate dinner for two. The table was spruced with a white-clean sheet, two plates, silverware, glasses and a candle sat eagerly on its top.
Nick moved over to the rolling cart he had used to transport the meal from the mess hall into his quarters. He had spent several hours preparing the fresh fish and the salad for the evening’s surprise.
He just hoped Calvin was going to show on time. Only a scientist engrossed in Ancient decoding would be late for their own birthday dinner.
Nick tossed the salad again and placed it on the table. With a swift tug at the apron strings it fell away, he folded it precisely and stuck it on the bottom rung of the cart. Footsteps sounded from just at the door as it announced a visitor. Nick jumped into action, pushing the cart to hide it in a corner. He smoothed out his black, dress shirt and verified his khakis still looked presentable.
The door chimed announcing the visitor. “Come in ” Nick called leaning against the wall nonchalant just across from the entrance.
Cal entered, his face tired but hopeful. He had stopped at his own quarters to slip into something nicer before hurrying over to Nicks room. He had settled on his favorite white, button up and khaki’s. The scientist smiled as Nick pulled himself up from the wall. He went to the taller man, “Hey,” the airman said. “You’re right on time.”
“You sound surprised.” Cal replied. He spotted the table and his heart tapped out a rapid beat. “You cooked for me?” he asked.
“Now who is the one who sounds surprised?” Nick whispered into Cal’s ear guiding him to the table. “Take a seat.”
Cal slid into the chair as Nick served the salad, adding the grilled fish onto the greens. “This is amazing.” the scientist said. He waited as Nick slipped into the mirrored chair before digging in.
Nick smiled. “I’m glad you like it. There’s more to come so take it slow.”
Calvin’s eyebrow lifted but didn’t comment as the subject was changed into easy conversation of the day.
The sun all but vanished into the horizon as dessert came. A German chocolate cake, Calvin’s favorite, adorned with a single large candle. Nick sang, as he carried the cake from his bedroom to the table. “Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday Dear CAL-VIN. Happy Birthday to youuuuu.” Nick drug out the last syllable with a snort and laugh as he placed the generous sized cake before the scientist.
Calvin flushed. “I’m not sure if I should be worried or glad there’s only one candle.”
Nick showed his teeth. “It wasn’t easy finding just the one. Now, make a wish.”
Calvin paused his eyes screwed shut for a moment before they flashed open as he blew out the singular flickering glow.
Nick cut generous portions for them both. “Are you going to tell me what you wished for?” he asked licking icing from his finger.
Calvin shook his head. “Not a chance.” His heart rate elevated as his brain signaled that inner wish. Calvin only wanted one thing that would trump everything Nick had done that evening. The dinner, the dessert were wonderful, and Calvin was tickled pink inside, but there was one thing far more important, and in some ways simpler. Nick hadn’t been able to do yet but Calvin was patient, so he told himself. In his mind he knew it was true but he really needed to hear it. Hear the words.
A moment passed as Calvin considered saying what he really wanted. Nick’s eyes focused on him intently. The words lingered on Calvin’s tongue instead of voicing them the scientist grinned leaning over the table to wrap long fingers around the airman’s neck pulling him in to a kiss.
The kiss staggered into a strangled attempt for more as Nick came around the table pulling Calvin to his feet. The airman blew out the candle still residing in the center of the table and lead the willing birthday boy to the bedroom.
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Light filtered through the room giving way to morning. Calvin groaned rolling over he yanked the pillow shielding his eyes. He heard the sound of running water shut off abruptly as Nick padded bare foot into the bedroom. “Hey, sleeping giant.” he whispered.
“It’s early,” Calvin commented without much effort.
“Yeah,” Nick replied reluctantly. “I have early patrol. I had to switch with someone yesterday so I’d have time to cook dinner.”
Calvin frowned. “As wonderful as that was I’m wishing we could take it back, cause I would much rather have you here.”
Nick smiled tossing the wet towel onto the back of a chair. “It was worth it.” he winked picking up the clothes that he had abandoned to the floor the night before. He groaned to himself when he noticed the bulge from his pant pockets.
“What is it?” Calvin asked sitting up. His long hair was frizzed, sticking up in random spots.
Nick chuckled as Calvin palmed random curls into place. “I forgot something.” The airman said retrieving the small draw stringed leather pouch from the pants. The clothing sunk back to the floor as Nick jumped onto the bed holding out the small object to Calvin. “Your gift.”
“More?” Calvin said. He smiled taking the string to loosen the ends and coax the small container open. He up-righted it so the contents fell into his waiting grip. A dark stone no longer then his middle finger and finely cut. It was entwined with wire attached to a leather necklace. “I’ve never seen a stone like this before.” Calvin said in a hushed voice.
“It’s called Blackstone. Athosian, so Teyla tells me. Among her people it’s the mood stone of all mood stones.”
Calvin worked the necklace around his hair and placed in center of his chest. The stone rested just at his nipples and Nick smirked. “Nice placement.”
Calvin offered him a roll of the eyes. “It’s perfect. I love it, and you.”
Nick’s face darkened as words froze at his lips. Calvin waited, wanting them to come but Nick smiled instead. “I’m glad. I should really go.”
Calvin pulled away, swallowing his fear down. “When does it start changing?” he asked instead.
The airman shrugged. “She didn’t really go into details but did say it’s never wrong and is a valued keepsake.”
Calvin smiled. “I won’t take it off.” He leaned over and gave Nick another kiss. “Come back to bed.”
Nick’s lips grimaced. “I’ll be late.” he admonished.
Cal laid back. “It’s my post birthday. You’re excused.”
“Says you.” Nick replied swatting at him and padded back into the bathroom.
Calvin watched Nick disappear, and sighed staring at the ceiling the stone cold on his skin. He felt a weird tingle as it warmed. The stone vibrating as it did. Cal sat up pulling up to his face as it changed from black to red. An odd chilling sensation washing over him as his breath caught. “Nick,” he called out but his words cut short as the room went dark before him.
“Yes?” Nick replied walking back into the room as he tugged his Atlantis blue shirt into place. “Cal?”
The scientist was laying on the bed his limbs askew. His mouth was slack, his body motionless. Nick was at this side in flash as he screamed out his name, shaking him. “Cal ” he repeated. His fingers went to the long neck checking for a pulse; Nick’s stalled breath escaped as the blood flowed under his touch. He’s alive, Nick thought. He shook Cal again calling his name but the scientists eyes bore a hole into the ceiling, not blinking or wavering.
Nick jumped from the bed and reached for his comm still sitting on the night-stand he slipped it on quickly. “Infirmary, this is Major Lorne, medical attention is needed in my quarters immediately.”
“This is Carson. I’m on my way. What’s the situation?”
“It’s Dr. Kavanagh. He’s non responsive, it’s almost like he’s in a coma. He’s breathing.” Nick relayed the details quickly.
“Understood. Be there in a jiff. Hang in there, son.”
Nick paced around the bed watching Cal. What is going on? In less then a few seconds Cal went from speaking to completely out of it. Did he drink something? Eat something. Nick went to the night stand but nothing was out of place he looked to Cal again when he saw what was different. The Black Stone was no longer black. It was a dark, blood red.
Nick reached to the stone, lifting it into his grip. It was warm, he found the clasp to undo it but as he did Calvin’s body lurched, his lips gasping for air. Nick released the stone as it fell back on Cal’s chest. The scientist stilled once more. “What the fuck?” Nick whispered.
The door swished opened as Carson entered carrying his emergency kit. “Any change?” he inquired moving to the bed. Two nurses in his wake holding a stretcher.
“Only when I tried to take off that.” Nick said pointing to the stone.
“Is it supposed to be red?” Carson asked shining a flashing into Cal’s eye.
“It started out black, but according to Teyla it’s a mood stone.”
Carson nodded. “When did he put it on?”
“Five minutes ago.”
“I see.” The doctor bit his lip. “I need to move him to the infirmary and run some tests. You might want to find-”
“Teyla.” Nick finished.
Carson nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of him.”
“Thanks, Doc.”
Carson helped the nurses situate the unconscious scientist onto the litter as they whipped into the hall.
Nick gulped down some air before tapping his comm. “Teyla, please come in this is Major Lorne.”
“Yes, Major?” Her soft voice replied.
“We need to talk.” Nick said briskly walking to the waiting door.
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The Athosian was sitting cross legged on the otherwise empty pier. Dressed in a simple robe she often wore for meditating. The sun was just breaking the horizon as the day awakened. Nick moved to her with purpose as her eyes opened. “Something has happened?” she asked.
“It’s Calvin. He’s in some sort of coma. It’s the stone.”
Her lips pursed a moment. “The black stone?” she confirmed.
“Yes, is it capable of such a thing?”
“In my years, I’ve never heard of it harming anyone, but not much is known of its origin.” She advised. “Where did you purchase the necklace?”
“The village from my last mission. They sold many types of jewelry, not just Athosian.”
She nodded. “We must go there and inquire about the stone.”
Nick nodded. “I must go check on him first.”
“I will inform John and Elizabeth of our intentions.”
Nick bit his lip, and helped her to her feet. His face visibly etched with worry.
“Do not fear,” she reassured with a smile. “We will bring him back.”
Nick returned the gesture but with less conviction. He just hoped it wasn’t too late to tell Calvin what he should have long ago.
The infirmary was not fully staffed that early in the morning but it still bustled with activity. Nick sat in the folding chair next to Calvin’s bed watching his chest rise and fall. His stare was still piercing into the tiles above his head but nothing registered in his face. Someone had laid out his long hair so it splayed around his face. He was dressed in a hospital gown the necklace lying underneath hidden from view to onlookers. Nick had asked that the cause of Cal’s condition be kept to a need to know status.
Nick was bent forward in the plastic chair his fingers laced with Calvin’s. He had gone back to his quarters to finish out his uniform. P-90, tactical vest and assorted other devices he stored where ever he could.
Carson appeared at Nick’s side unceremoniously. “No change,” he advised. “All the tests are coming back inconclusive. He’s perfectly healthy, it’s just like he’s asleep with his eyes open. We also tried removing the stone but any attempt stopped his heart.”
Nick nodded. “It’s my fault.” He whispered.
Carson shook his head though the airman couldn’t see him. “No, son. It isn’t.”
“I gave him the necklace.” Nick stated simply staring down at the unconscious man.
Carson sighed. “And a million other things could cause this reaction. Who’s to say he doesn’t eat something tomorrow on another planet with the same result? Not you, or he or anyone else can control these things.”
“Yea,” Nick said his voice low. “Thanks, Doc.”
Teyla approached standing across from the pair of them. She had changed into her off world gear, her P-90 strapped to her chest. “Are you ready?” she asked.
Nick nodded he squeezed Calvin’s hand as he stood to join her.
The village remarkable in the way most of the small establishments in that galaxy were. Mostly self sustained within its own planet the inhabitants depended on trade from village to village rather then world to world.
It always amazed Nick how the people both revered but avoided the Stargate. Dr. Jackson would say it was a throw back to the Ancient times when going through the gate would also mean meeting a Wraith sooner then one would wish.
The pair of them moved through the village as Nick went off his memory of the layout. It had been several weeks since he had bought the trinket for Calvin’s birthday and he hadn’t returned to the planet.
“There,” he pointed to a lopsided awning just off to the side at the far edge of the village.
Teyla nodded as they swiftly moved to the distressed store front. An elderly man appeared before them with a wide grin. “How many I help the lovely couple? A promise stone? How about an anniversary bracelet?” His eyes lit up with anticipation of a sale.
Nick shook his head. “I bought a black stone necklace here several weeks ago. I need to know where the stone came from.”
“Yes, yes.” The old man nodded. “I remember now, kind sir. Was it not to your beloveds liking?” he asked peering at Teyla.
“I am not his beloved and no it was not to their liking. They have fallen ill.” He voice stern but respectful. “What do you know of this?”
The old man’s eyes glazed over. “Ill you say? My, my…” the old man slid into a stool, his tongue ticking against his teeth in an apparent attempt at sympathy.
“Listen,” Nick said stepping forward. “Someone I care about has lapsed into a coma because of that stone. If you know anything, spill it.”
Teyla laid a hand on Nick’s arm then renewed her effort. “Please, if you can just tell us what you can about the stone or perhaps where you got it?”
Nick relaxed under her touch as his eyebrows furrowed in impatience.
The old man nodded. “Very well,” he resigned. “Little is known about the origins and properties of the stone. They are many stories but they are fables and fabrication.”
“There is nothing you can advise on?” Nick asked.
“My grandchildren gather the stones from a cave not far from here. It is said that the cave was once a meditation ground for the ancestors.” He concluded. “This is all I can reveal.”
Teyla nodded. “Thank you. Can you tell us which direction we might find them?”
The old man rose from his stool pointing over his shoulder. “That way, you must walk several hours before you cross a stream and the caves shall be seen from the far bank.”
“Let’s go.” Nick said as Teyla nodded to the old man.
“Thank you,” she said and joined the airman who was already rounding the corner to the pathway leading from the village.
Two hours passed before the stream the old man had spoken of rippled before them. Nick had walked in silence the Athosian respecting his thoughts had remained silent as well.
“Nice stream,” he said as the rapids tumbled over jagged rocks. The ‘stream’ was more like a generous river, not as wide as most rivers but nothing to sneeze at. It looked deep in most places, and he didn’t think it was worth the risk attempting to wade across.
“There will be a crossing near,” Teyla said. “If the children come out here they would have a safe way across.”
“Let’s get searching then.”
“I will go this direction,” she said pointing to the left.
“Right, it is.” He replied mirroring her actions in the opposite.
Nick trampled down underbrush as he made his way along the rocky bank, keeping alert as the rocks under foot became slick the closer to the water he got. He glanced upstream, eyes straining for any sign of a bridge or crossing.
He paused a moment the sound of a voice hitting his ears. “Major ” Teyla called again.
Nick headed back to the trail so he could better hear her, taking to a run to catch up. About half a mile he found her standing at the waters edge. A rope bridge was strung at a narrow point before the stream jetted around a bend. An oversized tree had been laid across the water with a simple thick rope attached for a guide.
“Perfect,” he commented. “This looks like fun.”
She smiled. “There is a railing, so that is a positive.”
“Always the optimist.” He returned. “Ladies first.” He said with a wave.
Teyla clipped the P90 to her vest taking a step on wet log, gripping the railing. The rope was braided, cutting into her palm as she did.
Nick followed suit, stowing his annoyance as well as his P90 as his boots fought for traction. “Kids crossed this?” he asked skeptical.
She shrugged still working her way across. “They may have another way we did not find or they’re just used to it.”
They both maneuvered the bridge without incident. Teyla jumped free of it turning to Nick as his feet hit the solid ground with relief and he unclipped his weapon surveying the immediate area. The other side wasn’t much different and he picked up the trail in seconds. They moved on through the woods and Nick pointed to a outcropping of a cliff. “There.” He said.
Teyla nodded as the moved closer to the source of the stones.
The first cave they came across barely was large enough for a small child and only went in a few feet. They circled the cliff side coming across a large archway into the stone mountainside. Nick flicked on his flashlight shining it gingerly inside.
The pair entered cautiously as they favored the wall. The interior gave way to a much larger antechamber then they imagined. It rivaled the gate room on Atlantis. A stone pedestal adorned with Ancient symbols was the center piece.
“This must be the place.” Nick.
“Indeed,” Teyla commented as they parted searching the room to find more of the black stone.
A long corridor was at the back of the caves which lead to an artery of smaller and less generous caves. They scouted several which had been raided by the villagers. Scattered pieces of Ancient technology and relics were tossed around. They searched several before coming across one still mostly intact.
“Major,” Teyla said bringing Nick’s attention to small wood box. He joined her standing over the out of place container. It was half buried in a half-assed hole. Nick loosened the dirt digging at it with his fingers and pulled it free.
He took a deep breath and opened it. Inside six black stones were nestled in small crevices as though it was designed to hold them. “Jackpot.” He said “Lets get these back to Atlantis.”
She nodded as Nick carefully placed the box into his ruck, securing it on his back.
They were back to the bridge crossing in minutes, Teyla taking lead once more. As they neared the other side his foot gave on the slick wood as he stumbled. His arms wind milled as the log rolled slightly under him. The bag shifted on his shoulders and he jostled it back into place, losing his balance. “Shit,” he said as Teyla swiftly turned, reaching out for him she contacted the front of his vest steadying him.
He grinned. “Thanks, I already had one shower today.”
A dark eyebrow rose as she smiled. “I don’t think getting a second cleansing is what you should worry about. Those rocks are quite hazardous.”
Nick kept his gaze from wondering below and she nodded releasing her grip as they continued across.
The sun had set and the evening meal was being served in most of the modest huts when they had arrived at the village. They circumvented the busiest areas and quickly footed it back to the gate, with their prize.
Radek pushed his wire framed glasses back into place, frowning. He read the results again and turned to Nick who was seating at the lab table, foot tapping nervously.
“Well, it is an Ancient crystal. This much I can tell.”
“And?” Nick asked.
“And I do not know its purpose yet. It is quite fascinating.” The Czech said. “The components are quite different then most crystal used in the city”
“Can you figure out what it’s doing to Calvin?” Nick said.
The scientist considered it a moment. “No, not as of yet. I will run the elements through the city database and then we will determine how to help, yes?”
“Thanks, Dr. Zelenka. I’m going to the infirmary. You will contact me when you know something?”
“Yes, yes.” Radek assured.
Nick stole a look at the stones and his heels turned quickly leaving the confused scientist.
Nothing had changed according to Carson. Nick took up residence on the hard plastic chair that was right where he left it, next to the bed. He sighed often, shifting position even more and waited.
It wasn’t too long before Teyla came as well. She still wore her off world attire but had dressed it down by removing her vest. “How is he?” she asked.
“No change.” He’s in a waking coma, according to Dr. Beckett.”
“And you?” she asked.
“I’d be better if I knew how to fix this. What if he never wakes up?”
She slid a chair over sitting across from him. “I have faith that Radek will find a solution. And Rodney will be back soon, two brilliant minds are better then one.”
“Just don’t tell Mckay that,” Nick replied with a feeble grin.
Teyla laughed, and they sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
“You don’t need to sit with me,” he said leaning closer to Calvin as he spoke. “I’m fine here.”
“A true friend knows when another needs nothing more then silent accompaniment.” she answered.
Nick nodded. “Thank you.” Without thinking he reached under the collar of the hospital gown to pull out the stone, laying it on the outside of the covers.
Teyla’s head tilted. “It is red.” She said.
“Yes, it was red when he fell into the coma.”
She stood taking the stone into her hand as she did. “I had assumed it was still black but this is significant.”
“How so?” he replied.
“Do you remember when you asked me about the stone and how it shifts colors depending on the mood or state of the wearer?”
Nick nodded. “Right, like a mood ring. When have them back on Earth. They were very popular years ago.”
She frowned. “This gives me pause,” she said. “If the coma is caused by the stone why did it change color? The color is determined by the wearer.”
“What does red mean?” Nick asked.
“Love.” She said.
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Nick moved briskly through the hall to Radek’s lab. Teyla kept pace not speaking as she considered what could be the cause of the stones effect.
They arrived at the door to the lab which whisked open, Radek was standing just inside a startled look on his face. “Oh, good.” I was just coming to get you. Come, I have something.”
Nick followed the scientist into the lab to the large table that dominated its center. “We think we may have discovered something as well.” Nick said.
“Is there change to Dr. Kavanagh’s condition?” Radek asked.
“No,” Teyla replied. “Major Lorne removed the necklace from under the gown and I noticed that it is red not its normal black. This is dictated by the wearer.”
Radek nodded. “Ahh, yes. I see now how this falls into place. I found a reference for the stone in the Ancient database. They called it the Favored Crystal. It was used a promise for marriage or fidelity. It was unique because it joined with the mind of the wearer.”
Nick chewed at this lip. “So the stone is influenced by the mind and not just the body temperature.”
“How is this different?” Teyla asked.
“The mood ring, on Earth, reacts to the body’s temperature through the skin. It’s not very accurate and can be easily altered by heat or cold. Like water.”
“I see.” She replied.
“The Ancient version taps into the conscious and unconscious mind.” Radek concluded.
“Leave it to them to make a super version of the mood ring.” Nick said. “What does this mean for Calvin?”
Radek was speechless as he scratched his head. “I wish I could say.” He replied at last.
“Dr. Heightmeyer might be able to help,” Teyla suggested. “Talk to his unconscious self?”
Nick nodded as his stomach dropped. Somewhere inside his heart was tearing, and regret for not telling Calvin everything he should was eating away at him.
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Carson had protested in moving Calvin but Dr. Heightmeyer considered Calvin her patient, even if was in a coma and wanted the privacy.
A small group of nurses and Carson had rolled Calvin and his equipment into an unused room just off the infirmary and set him up.
Nick was now sitting at his side with Dr. Heightmeyer on the other. She watched them both a moment and asked her first question. “Why do you think Calvin in this state?” she asked.
Nick considered it a moment, and just as he had down before, pulled the stone from under the blanket wrapped around Cal laid it on top. “Something in his mind has shut him down.” He replied.
“What do you think that is?” she asked.
“Teyla says that the red reflects love. Which doesn’t make sense to me, if he feels love why is he like this?”
Kate leaned forward in her chair. “It could be that he has love in his heart, but his mind is not feeling it. He needs something. From you, perhaps.”
“From me?” Nick asked unsure. “I give him things. We share so much already.”
“Is there something else?” she asked. “Something you haven’t shared?”
Nick let out a frustrated breath and leaned into the chair back. He studied the scientist whose blank stare boring into the ceiling. He took in Calvin’s long fingers, his smile lines now hidden by the straight faced stare. His long hair now tucked down behind his head. Every little detail that he loved, and wanted to see every day. He cared more for Calvin then he ever thought was possible. They clashed on many things but collaborated on so much more. A love of music, and odd ball movies, cheesy sci-fi and off kilter British comedy. Nick’s heart swelled as a he choked up. His eyes watered at the thought that he might never be able to experience those times with Calvin again.
This overwhelming feeling washed over him. That they would never sleep in on Sunday intertwined on his twin bed. That they would never, share a bucket of popcorn at a random movie in some empty theater, and then in one singular moment of clarity it hit Nick. “Oh, god.” He choked out.
“What is it?” she asked concerned at this sudden change.
“I’m so sorry Cal,” he whispered taking the scientist hand. “I didn’t know that this would happen. Not saying what I felt, and always dancing around the words,” Nick stood leaning in closer to Calvin’s face talking into his eyes.
“Cal, please hear me.” He pleaded. “I don’t want to lose you. You mean everything to me, and I’m sorry that I’ve never told you the one, only thing you wanted to hear.” Nick’s lips moved to the scientist ear and said “I love you. I love you so much and I will say it every day for the rest of my life. I will tell every person in this galaxy that I love you, and I’m not ashamed to admit that. I never was Calvin. I just didn’t want to make it real in fear that it would be taken away.” The airman paused, gripping Calvin’s hand in his own. Willing the other man to hear. “Please, Calvin.”
Nick pulled back still gripping the cold hand, he straightened standing to his full height. Nick’s mind and mouth echoing a silent prayer.
Seconds passed, and nothing happened. “I’m sorry,” Kate said she reached out to him. “You did it Nick. You gave him what he needed to hear, and even if the stone doesn’t release its hold he knows.”
Nick’s shoulders sagged slightly, his stomach churning he looked down once again to see the stone brighten and begin to change color. “Doctor, look.”
Before their eyes the stone shifted color and settled back to black. An abrupt cough rattled them both as Calvin arched, his eyes blinked and searched wildly attempting to focus. “Nick?” he said in a hoarse voice.
Kate smiled as Nick gathered the scientist into his arms. “I’ll get Carson,” she said “He’ll want to check Calvin over.” She slipped from the room.
“You heard me,” Nick said his arms still wrapped around Calvin. “I’m so sorry.”
“Say it again,” Calvin said.
“I’m sorry, Cal. I will never hurt you again.”
Calvin shook his head. “Not that part, the other part.”
Nick smiled. “I love you.”
Calvin hugged him fiercely. “That is the best present you could have ever given me.” He whispered.
The End.
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Date: 2008-07-25 08:58 pm (UTC)I was kinda tearing up there at his little speech at the end *sniff* So nice :D
He just hoped it wasn’t too late to tell Calvin what he should have long ago. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
“A true friend knows when another needs nothing more then silent accompaniment.” she answered. Yay for Teyla!
Somewhere inside his heart was tearing, and regret for not telling Calvin everything he should was eating away at him. Poor Nick! Oh!
Just wonderful! So nice to see some Nick/Calvin :D Thanks :)
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Date: 2008-07-25 11:16 pm (UTC)Teyla worked her way into this quiet nicely. I hadn't planned on her being in it at all initially.