The SGA Gen Comment-A-Thon Pt. 1

[kriadydragon]

To kick off the new year I present to you a challenge - the SGA gen comment-a-thon challenge (yeah, changed the title. I just really didn't like “non-kink meme.”) There are no due dates, no end dates, so feel free to participate whenever you want.

Rules: You'll be presented with a list of prompts. The challenge, should you choose to accept it...

Readers: Pick a prompt from the list below – only one – and request a story based on that prompt using the following format:

Prompt:
Characters:
Request:
Don't want:

Writers: Pick a request and comment with a story or pick a prompt from the list and comment directly with a story. Posting a story in your own journal or elsewhere is allowed so long as you comment here with the link. Please put the title of your story and/or (should you not have a title yet) rating in the comment header. If you are commenting directly with a prompt of your choosing, please put the prompt at the start of the story (Ex. Prompt: *your prompt here*). Also please warn for anything you feel should be warned for (blood, violence, torture, etc) at the start of the story.

But here is the catch: The story must be gen. Gen, for this meme, are stories that do not focus on a pairing nor anything sexual, though acknowledging canon pairings is fine so long as they are not the focus.

Permitted:
Aus
Crossovers
Commenting with a link to the story
Any questions you may have (just please put “question” in the header).
Posting Anonymously

Not Permitted:
Real people fiction
slash
het
Anything sexual (ex. non-con, off-screen sex, etc).

Prompts:

Bondage
handcuffs/chains/ropes
slavery
drugs/drugging
fetishes
role playing
humiliation
cuddles
dominate
subversive
whipping
beating
messy
dress up
pets
petting
hugging
animals
de-age
body alteration
touch
taste
toys
tentacles
bed sharing

Remember, all stories must be gen.

This meme is all about having fun, so have fun with it :D

ETA: Please post all new requests in Part two of the comment-a-thon. Link to part two can be found below. Thank you.

Click here for part two of the comment-a-thon

Comments

Thirty Eight Minutes Tag

[jlnyr.livejournal.com]

Prompt: Drugs/Drugging

Characters: John, Carson, Anyone else you want to use from the cast

Request: John waking up in the infirmary after being brought back to life in the Jumper. He's in a lot of pain and the venom from the Iratus bug has caused his system to go out of whack. Beckett can't give him any drugs cause he doesn't know how they'll interact with the venom. Cue the Hurt. This would take place before the team or Elizabeth is allowed to see him. Then continue it after the last scene in the show, where Beckett can finally give John the drugs he needs to deal with the pain and fever. You can carry it out so that his body takes longer than a few days to recuperate from the after effects.

Don't want: An easy fix for the situation. I didn't think John was whumped enough after they brought him back to life.

Re: Thirty Eight Minutes Tag, Part 1/2

[wildcat88.livejournal.com]

When John was twelve, he spent the summer with Grandpa Jim in Wyoming. They spent their days riding the land, checking fences and rounding up stray cattle from a nearby canyon. John's mount, a pinto named Beans, was surefooted and gentle, but one day the canyon trail they were climbing crumbled beneath them. Beans struggled for his footing. John held tight, screaming for Grandpa, but they fell anyway. Landing hurt. Beans rolling over John hurt more. His chest felt like it was on fire. Breathing was agony. Nothing in his life had been more excruciating than that first taste of real pain.

Until now.

"Easy, son. I know it hurts." Cold hands gripped his wrists. "You have to be still."

John clung to the voice, staggering through layers of pain to open his eyes. Carson hovered over him, eyes smudged purple in a face lined with worry. Blue eyes, John thought. I never noticed before. Clutching the edges of awareness, John tried a deep inhale, and oh what a bad idea that was. An alarm wailed near his head as he arched up, hands fisting in the bedding beneath him. Something slapped over his face and sweet oxygen poured in.

"That's it, Major." Carson's face came back into focus. "Just breathe."

John locked his gaze with Carson's, begging for an explanation.

Carson's brow puckered then relaxed as realization dawned. "Later."

He shook his head and grasped Carson's arm.

"Do you remember going offworld?"

John frowned as fragments of memory returned - missing hive ship, jumper stuck in gate, big-assed bug stuck to his neck... He jackknifed up, clawing at his neck.

"Stop!" Carson grabbed his arms. "It's gone! Do you understand me? Gone. Your idea worked."

His heart hammered and every muscle in his body shrieked in agony. John slumped in the bed, searching his memories for the idea Carson mentioned. "Oh."

"Yes. Oh." Carson released him and spent a minute straightening the ridiculous amount of wires, tubes and leads stuck in and to him. "Your chest hurts so bad because it took a while to get your heart started again." He gave a tired grin. "But the bruises are nothing compared to that hickey on your neck."

John rolled his eyes and tried to relax but the muscle shrieks had turned to screams and were getting worse.

"What is it?" Carson pulled the oxygen mask away.

"Cramps," John whispered.

The first one hit with a vengeance, starting in his right shoulder. The trapezius then his delts and pecs turned into steel cords that throbbed with each beat of his heart. The cramps rolled downward through his abs, spreading to his left side and down his quads and calves. He sensed frantic movement but a red haze had stolen his sight and all he heard was someone screaming. Then he realized it was him.

Voices jumbled around him. Hands kneaded knotted muscles. Needles pricked his skin. John was lost in the agony. Slowly, the cramps eased, though they never went completely away. He lay spent, barely able to breathe. He grimaced against the rock-hard knot in his bicep and forced his eyes open, seeking Carson.

"What..." John coughed, grunted at the pain his chest and rawness in his throat.

Carson helped him take a sip of water. "The venom from that bug is still in your system. We're analyzing it, but it's going to take a while."

John heard the apology in his voice. "No pain meds until then."

"I'm sorry, son."

John nodded, pushing the spasms from his mind. "The others?"

"You're the only injury."

"Want to see them."

"Maybe when you're feeling better."

"No, now." John bit his lip as he tried to think of a way to explain. "I'm responsible for them."

Carson tilted his head, studying John. "I see. I'll send them in."

Re: Thirty Eight Minutes Tag, Part 2/2

[wildcat88.livejournal.com]

One look at their worried faces told John how to act. He wrangled in the pain, forcing it into that dark place that held so many other secrets, most recently his guilt over Sumner. He smiled, joked. When the cramps got bad, he shifted in a natural way so they wouldn't suspect. He scrutinized them but found no wounds, as Carson had said. At least he'd brought this group home safely.

He held his composure until he heard the door shut after Elizabeth. Then he pressed his face in the pillow to muffle the scream. Carson came running anyway.

"I knew that was a bad idea."

John shook his head, unable to hold back the tears that squeezed out the corners of his eyes. "Needed... to see them. Make sure."

Carson narrowed his eyes as he massaged the cramps in John's leg. "You are going to cause me a lot of trouble, aren't you?"

"That's what they all say." John drew in a shaky breath. "I feel like I have the flu." He pushed himself up as the cute nurse from earlier brought a folder to Carson.

"I bet you do." Carson tapped the folder. "Results on the venom. The cramps will probably persist for a few days and you'll alternate between chills and perspiring."

"Oh, joy."

"The good news is I can treat the symptoms, ease the pain a little."

"Just a little?"

"I wish I could do more." Carson shook his head. "I'm amazed you're even awake. According to this analysis, you should be comatose. You must have an incredibly high pain tolerance."

John smiled as he settled back in bed and watched the syringe plunge help into his IV. "They all say that, too."

"Try to get some rest."

He closed his eyes but didn't relax until the drug finally took the edge off. Exhausted beyond anything he'd ever experienced, he slipped into sleep.

Re: Thirty Eight Minutes Tag, Part 2/2

[jlnyr.livejournal.com]

Thank you soo much for writing this. I've wanted something like this for this ep for a while and this fit it really well. *Grins*

Re: Thirty Eight Minutes Tag, Part 2/2

[radioshack84.livejournal.com]

I love reading tags to this episode, and yours was great! Nice take on it, that John was still in pain but hiding it when his team came to visit. The show kind of led you to believe otherwise, but I always found that to be a bit of a stretch after all that he'd been through. Thanks for sharing! :)

Re: Thirty Eight Minutes Tag, Part 2/2

[tari-roo.livejournal.com]

Ah, tough shell sheppard with gooey centre, the best kind there is. awesome ficlet!

Re: Thirty Eight Minutes Tag, Part 2/2

[kriadydragon.livejournal.com]

That was great. I loved that you worked in how Carson discovered John's high pain tolerance :D

Re: Thirty Eight Minutes Tag, Part 2/2

[ellenoz.livejournal.com]

I've another one who always wanted a between the scenes story for 38 minutes. This was great! I liked that you put in the hickey reference :)

Re: Thirty Eight Minutes Tag, Part 2/2

[saphirablue]

♥

That's such a great "38 Minutes" Tag! I love that you gave him cramps - there are way too few fics with cramps...

"You are going to cause me a lot of trouble, aren't you?"

Carson, you have no idea! *lol* ;)

Thank you! :)