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kristen999 who's been feeling ugh. Hope you like it :D Rated PG for one little swear word. Other than that, nothing to warn for.
Characters: Sheppard, team.
Happy Place
by
kriadydragon
It was indignant, weird, humiliating...
And John didn't care, because it was also warm and took the pressure off his spine. Freaky as it was to admit, Ronon knew how to cradle a guy in his arms. He had John's head against his shoulder, angled in just the right way to turn incessant pounding into a dull, sleepy ache; easy to ignore. There was no hurry, no bad-guys on their ass, no life-threatening injuries, no need to run. Ronon moved with a gentle rhythm to his walk that lulled John into a painless daze.
Rain was a solid sheet of cold, soaking through clothes and skin all the way to the bone. But Ronon had opened his coat to share as much body heat as possible, so it wasn't so bad. It was a loud rain, beating against the ground, and drowning Rodney's complaints.
Then they were home, and John laid out on an infirmary bed then rolled onto his stomach. Warmth was stolen from him, but the phalanx of nurses wouldn't let him curl into a shivering ball, though they did let him quake to his heart's content. But he was taking it into serious consideration decking whoever it was that had peeled both sodden shirts from his body. He could hear, like the buzzing of a gnat, Keller questioning his team as to what had happened – as though slogging through knee-high mud attempting to dislocate his hip, followed by rain, followed by taking a tumble down a hill and wrenching his back, had rendered John incapable talking. Or maybe it had, because he tried to complain – was sure he had said something along the lines of “I'm right here, doc” - but all that came out of his mouth was a trashed, “Mrithhrdc...” His head was starting to throb, sleepy to drum beat to hammer down his neck and into his spine. And his hip hurt, too.
Then Keller finally acknowledged his presence, and John wished she hadn't. She violated the skin of his back with rubber fingers, digging into and around his spine that incited a riot of pain and misery. Grunts and groans satisfied Keller's theory (i.e. the obvious) of abused muscles, but did not satisfy her need to be on the safe side.
Thank goodness for portable ancient scanners, that was all John had to say. He only had to lay there as it passed over him, telling Keller more of the obvious – that his spine was not broken, only bruised, and that pain-killers would make him a happy, happy man.
Times ten if she let him be a happy doped up man in his room. He said as much, and must have been relatively coherent - Keller agreed, and it was a sore temptation to kiss her. But then Rodney would probably deck him and John didn't need any more pain in his life.
A shot was administered to speed the happiness along, pill bottles placed in his hand, a robe around his body to give him some dignity during the chair ride to his room. Ronon was their, waiting, because they had done this dance before; many times, enough to have a routine, which was a rather depressing to think about. Ronon took over wheeling Sheppard around to bring him to the bathroom, setting him up by the tub that Sheppard never used except when he had to. Ronon helped him into the tub, then left Sheppard to peel off the rest of his clothes, fill the tub and soak, soak, soak. Sheppard would have kissed the tub if it wouldn't have been weird.
Clothes had been set within reach and a towel on the rack overhead. John's spine was contented enough to allow him to stand as long as he remained bent like an old man. He dried, dressed – clean and warm and getting ever closer to his happy place. His team was waiting with food and the laptop set up with movies. Ronon had dragged the small couch over to the bed, while Rodney had brought along his ergonomically correct computer chair, because he didn't like being crowded when eating.
Teyla helped John bundle himself into his blanket, lay back against a mountain of pillows and settle his tray on his lap. John's spine sighed, and his head returned to its previous state of sleepiness.
Happy place achieved.
kristen999 who's been feeling ugh. Hope you like it :D Rated PG for one little swear word. Other than that, nothing to warn for.Characters: Sheppard, team.
It was indignant, weird, humiliating...
And John didn't care, because it was also warm and took the pressure off his spine. Freaky as it was to admit, Ronon knew how to cradle a guy in his arms. He had John's head against his shoulder, angled in just the right way to turn incessant pounding into a dull, sleepy ache; easy to ignore. There was no hurry, no bad-guys on their ass, no life-threatening injuries, no need to run. Ronon moved with a gentle rhythm to his walk that lulled John into a painless daze.
Rain was a solid sheet of cold, soaking through clothes and skin all the way to the bone. But Ronon had opened his coat to share as much body heat as possible, so it wasn't so bad. It was a loud rain, beating against the ground, and drowning Rodney's complaints.
Then they were home, and John laid out on an infirmary bed then rolled onto his stomach. Warmth was stolen from him, but the phalanx of nurses wouldn't let him curl into a shivering ball, though they did let him quake to his heart's content. But he was taking it into serious consideration decking whoever it was that had peeled both sodden shirts from his body. He could hear, like the buzzing of a gnat, Keller questioning his team as to what had happened – as though slogging through knee-high mud attempting to dislocate his hip, followed by rain, followed by taking a tumble down a hill and wrenching his back, had rendered John incapable talking. Or maybe it had, because he tried to complain – was sure he had said something along the lines of “I'm right here, doc” - but all that came out of his mouth was a trashed, “Mrithhrdc...” His head was starting to throb, sleepy to drum beat to hammer down his neck and into his spine. And his hip hurt, too.
Then Keller finally acknowledged his presence, and John wished she hadn't. She violated the skin of his back with rubber fingers, digging into and around his spine that incited a riot of pain and misery. Grunts and groans satisfied Keller's theory (i.e. the obvious) of abused muscles, but did not satisfy her need to be on the safe side.
Thank goodness for portable ancient scanners, that was all John had to say. He only had to lay there as it passed over him, telling Keller more of the obvious – that his spine was not broken, only bruised, and that pain-killers would make him a happy, happy man.
Times ten if she let him be a happy doped up man in his room. He said as much, and must have been relatively coherent - Keller agreed, and it was a sore temptation to kiss her. But then Rodney would probably deck him and John didn't need any more pain in his life.
A shot was administered to speed the happiness along, pill bottles placed in his hand, a robe around his body to give him some dignity during the chair ride to his room. Ronon was their, waiting, because they had done this dance before; many times, enough to have a routine, which was a rather depressing to think about. Ronon took over wheeling Sheppard around to bring him to the bathroom, setting him up by the tub that Sheppard never used except when he had to. Ronon helped him into the tub, then left Sheppard to peel off the rest of his clothes, fill the tub and soak, soak, soak. Sheppard would have kissed the tub if it wouldn't have been weird.
Clothes had been set within reach and a towel on the rack overhead. John's spine was contented enough to allow him to stand as long as he remained bent like an old man. He dried, dressed – clean and warm and getting ever closer to his happy place. His team was waiting with food and the laptop set up with movies. Ronon had dragged the small couch over to the bed, while Rodney had brought along his ergonomically correct computer chair, because he didn't like being crowded when eating.
Teyla helped John bundle himself into his blanket, lay back against a mountain of pillows and settle his tray on his lap. John's spine sighed, and his head returned to its previous state of sleepiness.
Happy place achieved.
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Date: 2009-09-25 09:54 pm (UTC)From:I love how Ronon just picks him up as though he were a kid
instead of a fully grown man who is 6'1"
and in The Return, Pt. 1, how he picks him up in a
bear hug.........
:-)
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Date: 2009-09-27 10:57 pm (UTC)From:**nods**
I loved it whenever I saw it in the series as well
as when I read it in ff.
It is always so genuine.....when Ronon does it
I just love the way Ronon covers Sheppard's six, whether in
what he says or does.
Some of it is very subtle.
nice treat
Date: 2009-09-25 10:17 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)Re: nice treat
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Date: 2009-09-26 12:06 am (UTC)From:This was very sweet. I adored that Sheppard felt better in Ronon's arms than on the infirmary bed.
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Date: 2009-09-27 01:53 am (UTC)From:"more comforting than chocolate and a lot better for your health."
Totally agree ;)
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Date: 2009-09-26 07:50 am (UTC)From:I didn't expect to see another fanfic from you, but am very delighted to see this present!
Well done and thank you!!
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Date: 2009-09-27 01:57 am (UTC)From:I'm still taking a break, but drabble is pretty easy and quick to write, and I came up with this one pretty quick. Plus I needed a break from my original fic ;)
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Date: 2009-09-29 03:40 am (UTC)From:I LOVE John and Ronon H/C buddy fics they are my favorite. I can so see this happening lol John's inner voice is perfect and this is so Ronon. I like how protective he is of Sheppard. Ronon is the big tough guy on the team but he is also a gentle giant.
'Ronon was their, waiting, because they had done this dance before; many times, enough to have a routine'
Ronon would understand what would be needed. Few words would be required. He's always watching out for his team leader and friend.
Perfect.
:D
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Date: 2009-09-29 11:23 pm (UTC)From:"I like how protective he is of Sheppard. Ronon is the big tough guy on the team but he is also a gentle giant."
Which is what I love about writing Ronon, and find any excuse to have him carry Sheppard around. I love their friendship - two little boys in adult bodies, and so protective of each other. I can never get enough of that :D
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