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tarapierson, McKay/Lorne
Title: “Secret Admirer, Chapter 3”
Author:tarapierson (Marie Whi Mitshue)
Pairing: McKay/Lorne
Rating: light R, if that
Warning: little angst, mention of blood, yadda, yadda
Summary: That voice in his head, still weak beneath the cotton-wool haze choking his mind, was going wild now, though he was only catching a hint of it. Unease pooled in the pit of his stomach.
Notes:
First EVER Rodney/Lorne fic!
UNBETAED.
X-posted at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
atlantis_slash & slashing_lorne
Previous Chapter here:
Atatlantis_slash : http://community.livejournal.com/atlantis_slash/291273.html?view=348873#t348873
Atslashing_lorne : http://community.livejournal.com/slashing_lorne/18253.html
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“Hey. Rodney. C’mon, open those baby blues for me.”
A soft, concerned voice filtered through the dark void he was in. He shifted, grimacing as waking brought back the dwarves hammering and drilling in his skull, and all the attendant pain.
He forced his eyes open, groaning as even the dim light seemed to spear needles of pain through his eyeballs.
“That’s it! Can you tell me what hurts?” The voice, familiar and warm, encouraged.
Forcing his eyes to focus, blinking tears of pain away, Rodney squinted upwards to see Lorne’s face above him.
“Lo’e?” He slurred, aware that he’d dropped a few consonants, but Lorne understood him. A brilliant smile spread across the major’s face, making a warm feeling bloom inside Rodney’s chest.
“There you are. Hi.”
“Wha’s ‘app’ning?” Rodney slurred, head aching and pounding, mind curiously hazy.
“We got you out. We took some bad hits, though, and we’re waiting for a jumper to evac us.” Lorne told him, dropping down to sit beside him. Carefully, Lorne shifted Rodney until he was upright, and cradled the broader man against his chest.
Rodney whimpered as the move felt like it made his brain rattle around in his skull, then buried his face against the side of Nick’s neck unashamedly, breathing in the smell of dirt, blood, sweat and Lorne. He knew there was a reason he shouldn’t do that, but he just couldn’t think right now. Nick would tell him if something was wrong.
Fingers stroked his hair, delicate and careful, avoiding the bruised and blood-matted side of his head and face.
“I need you to remember something for me, Rodney, okay?”
“Mmmm?” There was something…odd…about Nick’s voice, but he had no clue what it was. He really wished the fuzzy, smothering haze that was clouding any attempt to think would just go away.
“They did something to you. We need to make sure you can recall certain information. All right, Rodney?” Nick’s fingers were running through his hair, gentle, comforting and hypnotising.
“Mmmkay…”
“Your name?”
“Dr. Ro’ney M’Kay.” He slurred, pressing his cheek against Nick’s skin and inhaling deeply. Lorne’s scent tickled his nose…along with a faint whiff of something acidic and sour underneath. His nose wrinkled, an unconscious frown tugging at his mouth.
“Good. Who’s our military commander?” Nick’s voice was unthreatening and soothing, yet that…edge of something, something odd, something off, made some little voice in his clouded mind start clamouring for attention, though he couldn’t really make it out through the haze of his mind.
“Ummm…Sh’pp’rd, m’ssy ‘aired flyb’y…”
“Right, that’s right, you’re doing good, Rodney. Maybe they didn’t manage to do whatever they were trying to do to you. Just a few more questions, okay?”
“Uh…huh…” The sour smell in Nick’s scent was getting stronger, very slowly.
“What’s the address for Atlantis?”
That voice in his head, still weak beneath the cotton-wool haze choking his mind, was going wild now, though he was only catching a hint of it. Unease pooled in the pit of his stomach.
“Wh-what?”
“Just need to make sure you remember, Rodney, that’s all.” Nick said in that same, soft, soothing tone, but it wasn’t calming anymore. The odd edge was stronger now, something very unlike Lorne. “What’s the address for Atlantis? What’s your shield code?”
Rodney stiffened, fear and unease prompting adrenaline to surge through his system, clearing the haze that cloaked his mind slightly, just enough that he could think a bit. Nick would never ask him that, especially not off-world, he was too good a soldier.
And Nick wouldn’t cuddle him like this, letting him curl against him, petting him and caressing him like a lover.
He tried to push away from Not-Nick, but the gentle hand in his hair tightened, suddenly hard fingers pressing against the bloodied, bruised side of his head. He whimpered as starbursts of agony exploded in his head, making nausea join the fear roiling in his gut.
“Not…Lorne…you’re not…” He gasped out.
“He’s resisting the drugs.” A cold, unknown voice spoke. “Put him under again, deeper this time, and we’ll try once more.”
He tried to struggle, but the Not-Nick pinned his arms and put more pressure on his head wound, making him sag and retch helplessly. A sharp prick in his arm, and the darkness was gathering again
Not Nick, it’s not Nick, remember that, re..mem..ber… He thought frantically as the world faded away.
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END3
Author:
tarapierson (Marie Whi Mitshue)Pairing: McKay/Lorne
Rating: light R, if that
Warning: little angst, mention of blood, yadda, yadda
Summary: That voice in his head, still weak beneath the cotton-wool haze choking his mind, was going wild now, though he was only catching a hint of it. Unease pooled in the pit of his stomach.
Notes:
First EVER Rodney/Lorne fic!
UNBETAED.
X-posted at
atlantis_slash & slashing_lornePrevious Chapter here:
At
atlantis_slash : http://community.livejournal.com/atlantis_slash/291273.html?view=348873#t348873At
slashing_lorne : http://community.livejournal.com/slashing_lorne/18253.html~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Hey. Rodney. C’mon, open those baby blues for me.”
A soft, concerned voice filtered through the dark void he was in. He shifted, grimacing as waking brought back the dwarves hammering and drilling in his skull, and all the attendant pain.
He forced his eyes open, groaning as even the dim light seemed to spear needles of pain through his eyeballs.
“That’s it! Can you tell me what hurts?” The voice, familiar and warm, encouraged.
Forcing his eyes to focus, blinking tears of pain away, Rodney squinted upwards to see Lorne’s face above him.
“Lo’e?” He slurred, aware that he’d dropped a few consonants, but Lorne understood him. A brilliant smile spread across the major’s face, making a warm feeling bloom inside Rodney’s chest.
“There you are. Hi.”
“Wha’s ‘app’ning?” Rodney slurred, head aching and pounding, mind curiously hazy.
“We got you out. We took some bad hits, though, and we’re waiting for a jumper to evac us.” Lorne told him, dropping down to sit beside him. Carefully, Lorne shifted Rodney until he was upright, and cradled the broader man against his chest.
Rodney whimpered as the move felt like it made his brain rattle around in his skull, then buried his face against the side of Nick’s neck unashamedly, breathing in the smell of dirt, blood, sweat and Lorne. He knew there was a reason he shouldn’t do that, but he just couldn’t think right now. Nick would tell him if something was wrong.
Fingers stroked his hair, delicate and careful, avoiding the bruised and blood-matted side of his head and face.
“I need you to remember something for me, Rodney, okay?”
“Mmmm?” There was something…odd…about Nick’s voice, but he had no clue what it was. He really wished the fuzzy, smothering haze that was clouding any attempt to think would just go away.
“They did something to you. We need to make sure you can recall certain information. All right, Rodney?” Nick’s fingers were running through his hair, gentle, comforting and hypnotising.
“Mmmkay…”
“Your name?”
“Dr. Ro’ney M’Kay.” He slurred, pressing his cheek against Nick’s skin and inhaling deeply. Lorne’s scent tickled his nose…along with a faint whiff of something acidic and sour underneath. His nose wrinkled, an unconscious frown tugging at his mouth.
“Good. Who’s our military commander?” Nick’s voice was unthreatening and soothing, yet that…edge of something, something odd, something off, made some little voice in his clouded mind start clamouring for attention, though he couldn’t really make it out through the haze of his mind.
“Ummm…Sh’pp’rd, m’ssy ‘aired flyb’y…”
“Right, that’s right, you’re doing good, Rodney. Maybe they didn’t manage to do whatever they were trying to do to you. Just a few more questions, okay?”
“Uh…huh…” The sour smell in Nick’s scent was getting stronger, very slowly.
“What’s the address for Atlantis?”
That voice in his head, still weak beneath the cotton-wool haze choking his mind, was going wild now, though he was only catching a hint of it. Unease pooled in the pit of his stomach.
“Wh-what?”
“Just need to make sure you remember, Rodney, that’s all.” Nick said in that same, soft, soothing tone, but it wasn’t calming anymore. The odd edge was stronger now, something very unlike Lorne. “What’s the address for Atlantis? What’s your shield code?”
Rodney stiffened, fear and unease prompting adrenaline to surge through his system, clearing the haze that cloaked his mind slightly, just enough that he could think a bit. Nick would never ask him that, especially not off-world, he was too good a soldier.
And Nick wouldn’t cuddle him like this, letting him curl against him, petting him and caressing him like a lover.
He tried to push away from Not-Nick, but the gentle hand in his hair tightened, suddenly hard fingers pressing against the bloodied, bruised side of his head. He whimpered as starbursts of agony exploded in his head, making nausea join the fear roiling in his gut.
“Not…Lorne…you’re not…” He gasped out.
“He’s resisting the drugs.” A cold, unknown voice spoke. “Put him under again, deeper this time, and we’ll try once more.”
He tried to struggle, but the Not-Nick pinned his arms and put more pressure on his head wound, making him sag and retch helplessly. A sharp prick in his arm, and the darkness was gathering again
Not Nick, it’s not Nick, remember that, re..mem..ber… He thought frantically as the world faded away.
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END3
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that was the point! Ah, angst...
But how long can he resist? Will the real Nick find him in time? *insert ominous music here*
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I live to torture Rodney, he suffers so beautifully.
I do hope they find him soon! *ominous music on repeat*
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