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30 July 2007 @ 10:23 pm
Fic: Save Me  
Short fic for bramble_rose who requested Sheppard snake bit, and Rodney caring for him. The ironic thing here is there's a part that screams for a missing scene from Carson's POV, but I had to write this from Rodney's sooooooo, if anyone wants to tackle it... *grin*

This was, as I said, just a short to get me writing so it's unbeta'd. If you see anything, go ahead and shout out to me and I'll edit out the mistake. Oh, and it's gen, no spoilers or warnings, just some whumping fun!



Save Me




Rodney hated the desert. It wasn’t bad enough that it was arid, but deserts tended to also be hostile. As in, if the lack of water doesn’t kill you, one of the myriad of poisonous creatures would. It got ungodly hot by day and horribly cold by night. In short, there was nothing redeeming in a desert clime.

Area 52 was as close as he’d ever come to being stuck in a desert, and that was fine by him. That was, until MX7-223. He’d wanted to be sick. Or dead. But instead he was here. Walking in the godawful heat, sand in his boots, splitting his attention between the screen with the energy readings and the ground, because one thing Rodney had accepted was that life was far too similar here. If there were snakes and scorpions on Earth, there was bound to be a Pegasus equivalent.

“Water break,” Sheppard called.

Rodney pulled his eyes distrustfully from the ground. “Shouldn’t we ah, conserve our water?”

There was a deadwood log buried half-out of a hollowed area and Sheppard poked at it a few times with his boot before dropping on it. He was sweaty and flushed. “Rodney,” he squinted at McKay, “we’re only going to be here for a few hours. We’re just going to the building, ruins, or whatever it is you detected in orbit. A short, albeit very hot, walk, take a look around, and back to the Jumper. It’s not like we’re shipwrecked.” With that, Sheppard pulled his canteen free of his pack, unscrewed the lid, and tipped his head back, thirstily guzzling what had to be half the container. Water drizzled from the corners of his mouth and down his neck.

“Suit yourself, but when one of us is dying of thirst, we know who will laugh last.” Rodney figured desert equaled water conservation, end of story. You never knew, some giant sand lizard could swallow the Jumper and then where would they be?

“Yeah, well, would you really want to be the last to die out here?”

“Point,” he admitted. “Somewhat small, but a point. Maybe a half, actually.”

Rodney wasn’t really sure who won that round, so he turned away and surveyed the area looking for any mutant sand snakes, big enough to swallow a Jumper. The area wasn’t deep desert; scrub brush and brambles poked out from sandy dirt and hard-packed areas of clay. There were petrified sticks and small pebbles, and all the land went up and down around them, big rolling hills everywhere he looked. It was like someone had taken the edge of the world in their hands and began flipping it up and down, creating wave after wave of earth. They’d had to park the Jumper about 10 klicks from the energy source, just to find a flat enough area to land.

“All right, let’s go.” Rodney turned back and saw Sheppard shoving his canteen in his pack. “I figure another forty minutes or so?”

Rodney glanced at the screen. The readings were at least being consistent. “Yes, maybe fifty if I have to stop and shake the sand out of my boots again.” He’d already done it twice. Climbing hills seemed to have this annoying ability to let every bit of sand in this desert seep into his footwear. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought little sand critters were spooning it in behind his back.

Sheppard pushed his sunglasses back on his nose and grimaced. “Let’s make it forty.”

OoO


Forty-five minutes later, Sheppard skeptically eyed the ramshackle building. “The only thing we’re gonna find in there is a bad case of tetanus.”

“Yes, well,” Rodney waved a weary hand at the crooked wooden door; it was hanging on one hinge, weathered to a sickly gray, with warped boards letting the interior darkness peek out at them, “that’s what’s giving off the energy signal.” Rodney forced a cheerful smile. “I just decipher, Colonel.”

Sheppard nudged the door experimentally with the tip of his P90; he reached and flipped the flashlight on. “Now I’m regretting giving Teyla and Ronon the day off.”

Rodney bit back the very childish I told you so. Then he peered harder into the dank interior. He could practically feel cobwebs and beady eyes on him already, and they hadn’t even gone in yet. “I’d like to remind you --”

“I know, Rodney.” Sheppard sighed, made that face he got when he was just about to do something very stupid, and pulled the door open enough for them to slip in. “Let’s just get this over with; stay behind me.”

It was like entering an old abandoned mine shaft. The floor titled downward at about a fifteen percent grade, and the inky blackness only seemed to grow more stifling as they descended. Sheppard’s flashlight created a small cone of exposed dirt in front of them. Rodney could feel the hairs on his back rising, just knowing there was nothing but smothering darkness all around them. He found himself following so closely on Sheppard’s heels that a couple of times he stumbled against the colonel. Sheppard would stop and glance back and Rodney would mumble an apology and point forward. “Closer, almost there,” and they’d start back walking.

The upside, the farther in they went, the cooler it was.

“Have I mentioned how incredibly creepy I find this place?”

Sheppard paused.

“Because really,” Rodney continued. “This is almost as creepy as being cocooned on that Hive ship.”

“You don’t think there’s any of those bugs in here?” Sheppard asked, his voice sounding a little strangled.

“Iratus bugs?” Rodney saw Sheppard’s shoulders stiffen. “No, no,” Rodney rushed to reassure the colonel. “I’m sure…no.” God, Rodney sure as hell hoped not. They did like dark, cool places. He fought to hide his reflexive shiver.

On that note, they started walking a little faster. Thick wooden beams ran along the ceiling, with cross supports lining the walls. The air was musty and smelled of old dirt. Mothballs. That’s what else he smelled. His Grandma had had tons of the things and Rodney had hated that smell with a passion growing up. Every time he smelled it since, it reminded him of death and pills and sickness.

“Rodney,” Sheppard hissed.

“What?”

“Look,” Sheppard paused, reaching back to pull Rodney forward.

The shaft opened up into an oval chamber. The support beams ended, and from what Rodney could tell, the chamber was a natural cavern of some sort. Hanging from the ceiling and rising up from the ground, were thick, undulating stalagmites and stalactites. Water dripped from a pale, milky ceiling that towered a good ten meters above them. “Wow,” he breathed.

Sheppard made a face. “Is this the power source, ‘cause if you didn’t notice, we’re out of options.”

“Oh.” Rodney glanced at the screen. In disbelief, he looked up again. Then down at the screen. What? “Huh.”

“Rodney,” Sheppard drawled.

“Yes, yes, I know, it’s just --” that the readings weren’t making any sense. According to the machine, the power source was, in fact, right in front of them. But when he looked up, all he saw were natural rock formations in a cavern. But someone had built a shaft leading down here for a reason. “Maybe it’s a mineral deposit; it’s the only thing that makes sense.” He pointed the machine forward, pinpointing the protruding rock, twisting upward from the floor as a source. Or possible source…multiple sources?

“Rodney.”

Rodney stopped what he was doing. Sheppard had used that tone. The one that said we are so screwed. He glanced at the colonel only to see Sheppard staring transfixed at the stalagmite. “Start backing up. Now.”

“What?”

Sheppard tightened his grip on his P90 and took a tentative step backward. Rodney narrowed his eyes, confused. He looked from Sheppard to the thick formation. It was slick, condensation glistening brightly in the flashlight’s glow. And it moved.

Holy he—

“Rodney, watch out!”

Before he could fully track the danger, before his mind had processed that those weren’t stalagmites, but some kind of snake-like creature, he was flailing back, shocked; the startled movement drew the full, angry attention of the underground dweller, and it wasn’t happy. A freakishly large fanged mouth, easily the size of Rodney’s hand, was suddenly coming towards him and then Rodney was flying backwards. He heard a pained shout. Was that him? Did he do that?

Dazed, Rodney tried to sit. His head was ringing from hitting the ground, hard. That’s when he saw Sheppard down. “Colonel?” Rodney was surprised by how shaky his voice sounded. Squeaky and high, and oh my god, was Sheppard bitten? Or was Rodney?

Then Sheppard was rolling, weaving, grabbing Rodney and growling, “Move it!”

With heart stopping horror, Rodney glanced over his shoulder into the chamber. The ceiling and floor had come alive. Sheppard was yanking Rodney hard, and he realized the eerie, transfixing scene was slowing him down, miring his steps. He forced himself to look ahead; don’t look back, Jesus, just don’t look back.

He wasn’t sure when Sheppard stopped pulling him along and Rodney began pulling Sheppard. They bumped into walls, and beams, and even fell to the dusty floor, stumbling back to their feet as quickly as their abused bodies let them. It had to have been just minutes before they broke through the door and into the bright, sweltering sunlight, but to Rodney, the flight away from those monsters had felt like hours. Interminable hours of darkness and death chasing their heels.

They gasped, panted and tumbled a good five meters away before falling to the sandy earth. For a while they laid, spread eagled, and heaving.

“Oh, god,” Rodney finally managed.

“Crap,” Sheppard swore. Then he rolled to his side and started retching.

“Sheppard!” Rodney felt sick. He had a stitch in his side and his head ached fiercely. But he knew the source of his queasiness. “It bit you,” he accused. “You stupid selfless ass!” He staggered to his knees and crawled to Sheppard’s side, trying to hold the colonel steady enough while his body shook and spasmed with the effort.

Finally, the gagging gave way to weak coughs, and Sheppard straightened, thrusting his head backwards and wiping his mouth with his filthy sleeve; his chest heaved as he took in deep breaths. “Better me than you,” he rasped, not looking at all sorry for his self-sacrificing behavior.

Rodney glared; he waited until Sheppard stopped swaying so much, then climbed to his feet and hauled Sheppard’s pack around, flipping it to the front to expose the zipper. The colonel had slipped it off before he had given in to being violently and explosively sick, and now Rodney began to paw through the contents. There was a snake bite kit in their med supplies. Carson had said there was a chance the antivenin might be completely useless, but the vacuum pump and band might mean the difference between life and death. “Lay down, and make yourself useful,” he tossed Sheppard the scissors, “cut away your --” Rodney realized he had no idea where Sheppard had been bitten. If it was an extremity, the odds were already a lot better in their favor. If the thing had gotten him in the torso, they were in trouble.

“Pants,” coughed Sheppard. He straightened his leg with a groan and started in on the material near his boot.

“Pants,” Rodney repeated, “that’s good.” He watched Sheppard for a moment, then shook off the strange lethargy that seemed to creep over him, and began digging out the band, pump, gauze, antivenin and disinfectant.

There was sand everywhere, but at least it’d absorbed most of Sheppard’s stomach contents. There was a rock next to the colonel and Rodney dropped by Sheppard’s knee and nudged his head at it. “Scoot back and rest against the rock.”

While Sheppard moved, Rodney assessed the colonel’s appearance. The healthy flush that’d been there earlier was gone, replaced by a sickly gray pallor. His mouth was drawn tight with pain, but his eyes gleamed feverishly out from his white face. Even his hair seemed to droop, but that could just be the layer of grit that seemed to be all over them now. Their clothes were heavily dusted and Rodney could feel at least a centimeter or more of sand in his boots.

After Sheppard got himself positioned as comfortably as he was going to get, Rodney knelt by his legs and tried to steel his nerves.

“If this is where you tell me this is going to hurt you more than me,” Sheppard gritted through clenched teeth, “I don’t want to hear it.”

The thing with snake bites is you’ve got to move fast, and Rodney was sure he wasn’t moving fast enough. His head pounded. “Shut up, Sheppard.” He took a deep breath, then pulled away the cut pants. The wound was ugly, weeping, and already far too red. Rodney swallowed back another wave of queasiness. “I’ve got to put the band on first.” He said it even as his hand found the thin rubber tubing and slid it underneath Sheppard’s calf. The bite was just below the knee and Rodney wondered if he should tie it below or above the joint. Below might be too close to the bite. Above then.

When he tied it, he heard the rush of air as Sheppard sucked in a pained breath. Rodney glanced up.

“Just…keep working.” Sheppard’s forehead was wrinkled and his eyes scrunched against the agony enveloping his leg.

“I’m sorry, I know this hurts --”

Sheppard’s hand reached out and grasped Rodney’s. His hazel eyes opened, glassy and growing foggy. “Please…”

“Okay, okay, but this is going to really hurt.” Rodney’s hands were beginning to shake. He fumbled with the vacuum pump; it was too small for the size of the bite. He’d have to do each puncture site individually. Oh, God.

Rodney wanted Ronon. And Teyla. And Carson, and where the fuck was the Jumper? Oh, that’s right, they’d parked it about an hour away, and how the hell was he going to carry Sheppard that far in the sand? His mind reeled, a steady run of thoughts and solutions, all the while he used the pump to pull out as much toxin as he could, putting it carefully in a specimen jar for Carson and tucking it into his pocket.

When he finished, he was drenched in sweat. His shirt felt as if he had just gone swimming, and his body felt completely wrung out. He dropped the pump and reached for the disinfectant. His focus had narrowed to just the small, hairy section of Sheppard’s shin and the two very large puncture wounds, spaced about five centimeters apart. Next, he wrapped the gauze around the entire area, carefully, and with as much precision as he used when repairing delicate Ancient technology.

“Leave it to us to find power charged snakes,” he ranted. “There I was, just beginning to think I might have discovered an equivalent to Naquadah; I should have known! In this galaxy, everything, including power sources, are out to eat you.”

Sheppard’s head lolled limply on the rock, strands of his hair stuck wetly to his forehead. He blinked tiredly at Rodney but still managed to smile. “We can toss some C4 down the hole and have a Cajun cookout.” He chuckled mirthlessly. “Snakes that size would feed the entire city for a week.”

“Is this a pitiful attempt at gallows humor?”

“No, I think it’s more…more delirium,” Sheppard stuttered. Then chuckled again. “Oh, damn, that hurts.”

“Well, this is going to hurt a lot more.” Rodney stood, swallowing back another mouthful of bile as he did. Standing hurt. Damn it, his head beat like a thousand drummers were dancing in there. He rubbed at the back of his head, where the pain was the fiercest. When his fingers came back wet and bloody, he just deflated. It figured. It just totally figured. When Sheppard had shoved him away he’d hit his head hard enough to draw blood. Concussed.

How the hell was he supposed to drag Sheppard back to the Jumper when he wasn’t even sure he could stand on his own two legs?

“Rodney?” Sheppard watched him, uneasy. His body wasn’t limp anymore; it was tensed and ready, though his eyes were dilated and unfocused. “What’s wrong?”

He debated lying, a sudden surge of bravery taking away Rodney’s common sense. But then he looked over the rolling expanse of sand, waves of heat radiating upward, and he totally balked. “We’re gonna die. I’ve got a concussion and you’ve been poisoned and we are so dead.”

Sheppard, somehow doing that superhuman thing he did (like when he took on a Wraith by himself), pushed himself to his knees. He paled further, gagged, then latched two hands into Rodney’s belt and pulled himself up to his feet, leaning heavily on Rodney the entire time.

Rodney, for his part, had to still the panic at possibly being puked on, and then had to fight against the overwhelming desire to latch right back onto Sheppard and wish for the man to pull a miracle out of his –

“McKay, today would be nice,” he gritted.

“Right, right.” Rodney eyed the pack on the ground. Probably had a liter of sand in it. Sighing, he lifted it, trying not to unbalance Sheppard, and slung it over his free shoulder. He shared a final look at the colonel. A look that said ‘do you have a better idea; please, God, have a better idea’ but all he got in return was a short nod. Let’s do this. Fine. He’d just drag Sheppard’s skinny ass through a desert, concussed, but hey, at least he’d saved his water!

That’d be sarcasm. Heavy sarcasm.

And despite that heavy sarcasm, his feet moved. Sheppard’s feet moved. The colonel twitched with every step. Rodney could tell the bite was hurting like hell and he considered leaving Sheppard and running for the Jumper, but then he remembered there was no where to land the ship. Head injury, right. Check.

Rodney had Sheppard’s arm slung around his shoulder, and his own arm tucked around Sheppard’s torso, down by his waist, and Rodney realized as they stumbled across the sandy terrain, that Sheppard was beyond soaked. “You need to drink, Colonel,” Rodney panted. Damn, Sheppard was deceptively heavy when he was leaning on you.

“When we’re in the Jumper,” Sheppard rasped back.

Rodney muttered something about if they made it back to the ship. Then he tripped on a tumbleweed, and they wound up falling painfully to their knees. Sheppard swore and Rodney debated on just staying down. Sand had trickled in his collar and into his waistband. The sun beat mercilessly down on them and Rodney irrationally began to suspect the planet was trying to kill them.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the same dead log Sheppard had sat on earlier. Oh, please God, don’t let some sand lizard have swallowed up the ship.

He rolled his head in the sand and stared at Sheppard. The colonel’s eyes were shut, his hands fisted by his side. “Sheppard? How are you feeling?” Rodney whispered it, because Sheppard was apparently trying to sleep.

Sheppard’s Adam’s apple moved slowly, carefully. “Like I’m dying,” he finally whispered hoarsely back. “Now shut up and let me die in peace.”

“You just might if I don’t haul you back to Atlantis.” Rodney felt kind of bad, saying the bald truth like that. It was a little depressing. “My head hurts,” he moaned.

“My leg hurts.”

That’s when Sheppard started shaking. And shaking. Oh, no, no no no, this was bad, convulsions! Rodney suddenly found energy to trip forward, to sling Sheppard over his shoulder, and forgetting the pack, he started running towards the Jumper.

Have you ever run in sand? It’s like running in water, only dirtier and sweatier. At some point, Sheppard stopped shaking, but Rodney didn’t get any reply when he shouted Sheppard’s name. When he spotted the Jumper, just where they left it, Rodney wanted to cry, his relief was so huge and overpowering and would the goddamn hatch just open already?

He was in, and Sheppard was down on the floor of the ship, and Rodney didn’t even take the time to do more than check that Sheppard was still breathing before he slipped into the pilot’s chair and started bringing the systems online and dialing the ‘gate. Well, he had to redial by the time he got into orbit because dialing down on the planet apparently did little good. Then he was hitting the comm. and shouting, “Medical emergency to the Jumper bay; Carson, Sheppard’s been bitten by a snake and he’s bad!” And he totally forgot to mention his concussion.

OoO



There are things you take for granted when not faced with mortal peril. The nice, heavenly feel of cool, clean sheets. Skin, free of the chafing presence of millions of grains of sand. A big hefty dose of painkillers for a massive headache. And the reassuring sound of your friend’s heart monitor as it beeps beeps beeps out the tune of “I’m still alive.”

Carson realized Rodney was awake, and straightened in the chair, stationed between Rodney and Sheppard’s beds. “How are you feeling, Rodney?”

Rodney stared at the ceiling and smacked his lips a few time, testing the air. “I feel…sort of floaty.”

“That’d be the medicine,” Carson said, smiling. “After what you’ve been through, I imagined you’d welcome the relief.”

“How’s Sheppard?”

Carson blew out a tired breath. “He’s bloody lucky, is what he is.”

Rodney rolled his head. “Aside from the obvious, Carson.”

“We loaded him with massive doses of every antivenin in stock, while treating the immediate problems of toxicity. That sample you managed to save helped us treat him. You were out for most of it, but it was a little hairy for a while. Still, he’s held his own and while he’s not exactly out of the woods yet, he’s at least standing on the edge of the forest.” Carson stood and stretched, pressing his hands against the small of his back, his white coat bunched against his waist while he worked kinks and painful stiffness out of his muscles. When he finished, he rubbed his eyes and scrubbed a hand through his hair.

“Get a room,” Rodney grumped.

Carson scowled. “We’ve just moved the colonel out of ICU so you could be near, Rodney; don’t make me regret my thoughtfulness.” He looked at his watch and yawned. “Now, I’m going to grab a bite to eat. It’s been a very long twelve hours. If you need anything, ring for a nurse.”

“What about me?”

“Tomorrow.” Carson pointed charmingly at Rodney’s IV. “You were severely dehydrated, concussed, and I doubt you could keep a bite down even if you wanted to.” He shook his head as he walked away. “Strangest thing, and there you had a full canteen in your pack still.”

OoO


Rodney’s stomach was feeling bitchy, so he settled for watching the fluid from the bag of saline drip into the tubing. Then he settled for watching Sheppard’s IV dripping. He had a smaller bag hung next to the larger, with a bright red label. An oxygen mask covered his mouth, but Rodney could see the discarded vent equipment to the side of Sheppard’s bed. So, he’d apparently been a lot worse off. Rodney felt oddly grateful for sleeping through that part.

He stared and shifted uncomfortably in bed. Sheppard looked kind of…vulnerable, over there, alone like he was. Rodney huffed and tried to go back to sleep. He hadn’t wanted to hike through a desert anyway. He’d saved Sheppard’s life; it was the least he could do after Sheppard saved his. Had the colonel even woken up yet? ‘Cause if he hadn’t, he might need someone there, you know, to reassure him that he wasn’t dead.

Rodney frowned at the ceiling. Twiddled his thumbs. Oh, the hell with it. He threw his blankets off and swung his legs over the edge of his bed. Whoa, head rush. And flip-flopping stomach. Still, he looked up and saw Sheppard’s eyes move slightly underneath closed eyelids.

He waited until it passed, then shuffled to the chair, scooting close enough to possibly hold Sheppard’s hand. Rodney’s IV tubing was long enough to reach, so he justified being out of bed by believing Carson had planned ahead for this all along. Rodney’s hands were restless in his lap. Then his fingers crab walked across the edge of Sheppard’s bed until he had Sheppard’s hand in his, and Rodney shook, just a little. “Please don’t do that again,” he whispered.


 
 
 
kriadydragon: Shep icon 3kriadydragon on July 31st, 2007 03:24 am (UTC)
*Applauds* Awesome.
kodiak_bear: john woobiekodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 03:45 am (UTC)
*thank you* So glad you liked it! :)
winter_elf: Rodney-workingwinter_elf on July 31st, 2007 03:26 am (UTC)
Wow. You ARE speedy! Great whump! Whoo Hoo! Growing up in a desert, I sure feel for the heat and sand :)
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 03:48 am (UTC)
*snort* omigod, I'm so not LOL, hence my practically begging for people to give me an excuse to write some short whumpy prompts and just get something done that someone would hopefully enjoy. Oy, I've been in such a writing rut this summer!

We spent two years on the edge of the Mojave and I did lie a wee bit in the fic, there are some redeeming qualities to a desert. :) They are absolutely beautiful at sunrise and sunset, and even during the day (just have to learn to appreciate the stark landscape). I grew to love the area and I miss it, though I love the green and trees too.
bramble_rosebramble_rose on July 31st, 2007 03:35 am (UTC)
oh, *shudders* wow! It's...perfect! You know the best stories are the ones that flow like an episode and you can just see all the little gestures and hear the lines? You nailed everything in this. And the snakey cavern, well, EWWWW!! I'm still trying to read that part but think it'll have to wait until daylight cause I really really hate snakes *VBG*

(sorry, I'm gushing; but I haven't had a story written to a specific prompt of mine for years, and it's overwhelming when one hits all the right buttons. It's like a mini-orgasm or something :-)

kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 03:50 am (UTC)
I am so relieved you liked it! I didn't linger on the recovery so much and I was a little uncertain of that, and I really think we need a Carson POV from the time the Jumper arrives to when Rodney wakes up *grin* but if no one else wants to write it, I'll probably do it later.

The prompt was a great one, I love snake bite fic! Thanks so much for suggesting it! :)
(no subject) - bramble_rose on July 31st, 2007 12:52 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Will write for cakesgatazmy on July 31st, 2007 03:44 am (UTC)
Yay, you're writing. And this is awesome. :) I love how Rodney forgot to mention his concussion.
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 03:51 am (UTC)
*grin* Yes, thankfully, I'm just beating a dead horse trying to work on those other things, they're just not coming along right now. I think I thoroughly loved Rodney's POV here hehe, sometimes it's the perfect medium to use!
(no subject) - sgatazmy on July 31st, 2007 04:03 am (UTC) (Expand)
Lady Moon-Loona-cy: randomjennytork on July 31st, 2007 03:45 am (UTC)
Favourite lines:

Rodney frowned at the ceiling. Twiddled his thumbs. Oh, the hell with it.

PERfECT

This was very enjoyable!

Cept I'm gonna be seeing those nasties in my dreams.....

kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 03:51 am (UTC)
*beams* Thank you! :)

Ohhh, snake nightmares! But then you can imagine Sheppard saving you from them and all is well, right? ::evil grin::
(no subject) - jennytork on July 31st, 2007 04:13 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - kodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 11:23 am (UTC) (Expand)
Redneckgeek: a_gal_icons140207_JRcourtberger on July 31st, 2007 04:08 am (UTC)
Living in a desert, rattlesnakes are a big thing to watch out for here, so of course you hit on one of my biggest fears! :) This is made of awesome and you totally rock! You win at life! :)

Court
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 11:25 am (UTC)
I was really lucky, on base people tended to get mojave greens in their yards or homes but we never did. I think our dog (schnauzer) was part of the reason. Our neighbor, however, had one get in her bathroom (yikes!).

And thank you! *beams*
vecturist: shepworkvecturist on July 31st, 2007 04:16 am (UTC)
Always glad to help you try and break through writer's block. I'll agree with what was said earlier about the desert and snakes, especially when you have to learn to differentiate the posionous and nonpoisonous ones and finding out not all rattlers will rattle.
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 11:26 am (UTC)
Oh, oh, what is that saying, red on black likes jack, red on yellow kills a fellow? There's some saying like that to help you remember. We had a huge water moccasin on our back porch a couple of years ago, that was a little heart stopping!
spacegates on July 31st, 2007 04:43 am (UTC)
A very exciting and entertaining tale! The snake on the stalagmites was a great idea and the descriptions fab! I also liked the font you used for the title, it gave me a laugh when I saw it. Reminded me of a little kid's handwriting, perfect!:D Great story!
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 11:28 am (UTC)
*grin* I love that font, I've used it for a couple of fics, it's just cute. Glad to see someone else loves it too. :) I had the benefit of being in a real cavern a few years back so that helps with the visualization. Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico, a very cool (if not a little freaky in places experience!
Sholio: SGA-rodney bravesholio on July 31st, 2007 05:45 am (UTC)
Oh, I shouldn't be reading fic 'cause my folks are visiting, but I found a minute to read this one and now I'm all melty. Lovely h/c -- thanks!
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 11:29 am (UTC)
Your folks is better than in-laws, right? Or are you like me, where the in-laws are almost better than my folks *snort*. Glad to make you melt hehe! :)
parisindy: Weir Smileparisindy on July 31st, 2007 05:55 am (UTC)
SQUEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
going to read it first thing tomorrow~!
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 11:30 am (UTC)
LOL, hope you enjoy!
(no subject) - parisindy on July 31st, 2007 04:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - kodiak_bear on August 1st, 2007 11:32 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on July 31st, 2007 06:05 am (UTC)
Glad to see you back writing and what a wonderful story to start off with. I loved it and the ending was so sweet.

Thankyou for the great read.

Jules
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 11:31 am (UTC)
Thanks for the great feedback! :) These prompts are going to help me a lot I think, to just get something down and go with it. I spend too much time picking apart anything I do lately and getting nowhere!
Loriel Eris: a for atlantis // sgaloriel_eris on July 31st, 2007 07:36 am (UTC)
Loved this! *g*
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 11:31 am (UTC)
Thanks! :)
spacedmonkeyspacedmonkey on July 31st, 2007 07:40 am (UTC)
Great story. Love the build up and everything. Too early to be more coherent. :)
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 11:32 am (UTC)
::laughing:: God I know that feeling. I was trying to focus on my computer screen after just getting up and had to keep blinking. Way too early! Thanks! :)
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Ali: Gunpornalipeeps on July 31st, 2007 10:39 am (UTC)
Ack. So fabulous! I am so envious of you... how can you write something this fab so quickly when I am struggling to be able to write anything at all?!! *sobs*

Awesome characterisation, as ever, and wonderful whump. Loved it!

P.S. The only teeny typo I saw was "and his body felt completely rung out" - should be wrung out.
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 11:33 am (UTC)
Seriously, you ought to try this, because I was in the exact same boat. Writing a paragraph. Maybe two. Then hating it. Shutting it. Going to do something else, come back, open the doc, stare at it some more before shutting it again. Very pitiful!

Big thanks and also for the 'wrung' doh! Went and fixed! :)
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Julie: Shep: Cute when woundedjackfan2 on July 31st, 2007 02:43 pm (UTC)
Fantastic job, as always!

MAN.. your writing ROCKS and I cannot wait to read the next story. You've given us such a treat!

kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 06:17 pm (UTC)
Ohhhhh, thank you! So happy you liked it! :)
wildcat88: McKay and Sheppardwildcat88 on July 31st, 2007 04:09 pm (UTC)
That was GREAT! I totally detest bugs and snakes of all kinds so I panicked right along with them. Very exciting.
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 06:17 pm (UTC)
The funny thing is, I don't actually *mind* snakes, but spiders... ::shudder:: Thank you!
A: JTlipsangel_liam on July 31st, 2007 05:27 pm (UTC)
Oh, that was great!! wonderful work!!
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 06:18 pm (UTC)
Thanks! It was refreshing to actually accomplish something for a change.
pfyre: John Sheppard - sepiapfyre on July 31st, 2007 07:50 pm (UTC)
nice, very nice - I do like Rodney trying to fight his urge to comfort John

very nice indeed

*applause**applause**applause*
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on August 1st, 2007 03:00 am (UTC)
Hehe, Rodney can be such an awkward puppy, he and John aren't so very different in that area, it just comes out differently in the two. Thank you! :)
mezzo_camminmezzo_cammin on July 31st, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed that! Rodney being all heroic and stuff...love, love, love!
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on August 1st, 2007 02:59 am (UTC)
*smiles* I kind of got a thing for it too, and because he's so not the typical hero, it's great to have him come in and save the day. Thanks!
linzi5linzi5 on July 31st, 2007 09:50 pm (UTC)
SQUEEE! This was wonderful! I just had tummy flip flops all the time reading this. I love tummy flip flops...You've done it again. Made me go all gooey and happy! Thank you for that...Hee hee! I'm just so happy now - and I'm going to read this again! :)
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on July 31st, 2007 09:52 pm (UTC)
You know...you could write the Carson missing scene too. *poke* I love making you gooey, in a totally friendship way. *snort*
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kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on August 1st, 2007 02:58 am (UTC)
Oh, they are so helping me! And thank you, the feedback is definitely keeping me excited and focused, more courage that I can actually still managed to string two sentences together reasonably well. I've had some moments of doubt on that end lately! :P
d_odysseyd_odyssey on August 1st, 2007 03:37 am (UTC)
Another wonderful h/c story. Snake stalagmites? Are you subcontracting on the new Indiana Jones movie? Great story and characterizations and of course Shep whump. It's a great day when we get not one but two Kodiak Bear stories. Thank you much.
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on August 1st, 2007 11:34 am (UTC)
LOL! That's too funny as someone else mentioned Indy. :) Thank you for the great comments, and yay that someone looks forward to a story from me, because that's really flattering!
ninja007ninja007 on August 1st, 2007 04:33 am (UTC)
Do I want it?????

Pfft! Does Sheppard do hurt/comfort well?

Howdy Doody yes!!!
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on August 1st, 2007 11:34 am (UTC)
::laughing::
angwangw on August 1st, 2007 09:00 am (UTC)
Fantastic! That canteen of water had me chuckling. Poor boys.
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on August 1st, 2007 11:35 am (UTC)
Irony is our best friend. :) Thank you!
saltydsaltyd on August 2nd, 2007 12:40 am (UTC)
Writer's block??? This is a product of writer's block???? Where can I go get you more???
This was squeeaaliciously whumpaliciously delightful!!! (as usual)
kodiak_bearkodiak_bear on August 4th, 2007 02:30 pm (UTC)
*grin* Oh please don't do that LOL! Thank you muchly, and hopefully my writer's block will spawn yet more whumpalicious ::grinning:: for you to read! :)