New Atlantis Fic
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misaffectionTitle: Into Clearer Skies
Author: Helen /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
11nine73
Spoilers: The Eye
Rating: G - there's nothing in it you wouldn't see during SGA. Surprisngly.
Summary: McKay/Weir-centric tag on for The Eye.
It had been a long and extremely difficult day but Elizabeth Weir still couldn't sleep. Her mind went over and over the events of the day, the recollection disjointed, moments caught like snapshots. She couldn't remember the names of the two soldiers gunned down Koyla and that sent a flash of horror through her. How could she forget?
Elizabeth gave up on sleeping and got out of bed. Going to the window she saw how the night sky was clear – all sign of the immense storm had gone. The sea that had raged now barely rippled. She sighed deeply. She decided to go for a walk, so she dragged on jeans and a t-shirt.
The corridors of Atlantis were all but deserted as she paced through them. She was still busy thinking when she saw light flooding out of a room. She knew where she was, but why she'd come here was a different matter. What part of her sub-conciousness had led her to McKay's lab? They hadn't spoken about what had happened. She realised she needed that. She stepped into the doorway.
And froze.
Rodney was sat at his desk and there was a blood-soaked bandage on top of his paperwork, his jacket draped over the back of his chair. All his attention was on his arm as he rewound a fresh bandage around the injury the Genii had given him. The sight of it made Elizabeth go cold.
“Has Beckett looked at that yet?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
He jumped at the sound of her voice, a slightly panicked expression on his face that tempered immediately when he saw her. He didn't need to explain his flash of fear; she understood it perfectly. Memories of their capture by the Genii assaulted her.
“Elizabeth are you okay?” His voice seemed to come to her from a great distance. No she wasn't okay. She was far, far from it. She began to tremble, a somewhat delayed reaction as shock set in hard.
A firm hand took her upper arm and she found herself guided into the room and sat down.
“Here,” Rodney said, handing her a cup of coffee. She drank, the strong liquid burning her throat. “To answer your question – no. However I'm not the only one skipping a check up.”
Elizabeth breathed out, the terror slowly draining from her veins. “There were other things to think about,” she mumbled, her eyes on the floor.
“Hmm,” he replied unconvinced. He plonked down on another chair and finished wrapping his arm. He looked up to see Elizabeth watching him, her expression worried. “It's not as bad as it looks.”
His dismissal of his injury surprised her; he normally made the most of even the slightest thing. Was he making light of it as an attempt to reassure her? He gave her a confident smile and she found herself believing him.
“Good,” she said with feeling.
“It is?”
“Well of course.” His question confused her. “Why shouldn't it be good?”
“I... um. I guess I didn't think it mattered to you that much...” he trailed off as her eyes snapped up to his face, her expression somewhere between incredulous and hurt.
“You didn't think it mattered to me?”
“Not given the bigger picture,” he tried to explain.
“That's...” Words failed her. She stood up, pacing as anger bloomed. “God you are such a prat sometimes. Of course it matters, you matter... We go through that and you think...”
She stopped, taking a deep breath and turning away from him. She was aware that he'd stood as well but she was ignoring him because if she didn't she'd smack him. Hard. She folded her arms to make doubly sure that didn't happen.
There was a tentative touch that brushed her cheek. It sent a tingling shock through her body despite the anger she felt. She closed her eyes. Oh no. No, no, no. She didn't... she couldn't...
“Elizabeth?”
His low voice, in tandem with the touch that was making its way down her arm, made her shudder. Oh god she did. When the hell had that happened? Elizabeth was shocked at the depth of feeling Rodney's simple touch evoked. The anger drained, leaving her somewhat hollow.
“What?” she said flatly.
“Sorry.”
She looked at him, hurt in her eyes. He did look extremely apologetic. She sighed.
“It's been a really long day,” she murmured.
“Yeah,” he paused. “I am sorry. I didn't mean that how it came out.”
Elizabeth nodded. She knew that now she'd calmed down. And as she did so she found herself painfully embarrassed by her outburst; it was just that she emotionally wrecked at the moment. She realised his hand had moved to the small of her back and then just how much she was leaning against it. She wasn't sure she was up to questioning her need for his support right now.
Yet even as that thought occurred to her, she realised it wasn't something new. He was right where he'd always been ever since they'd started out on this expedition – right by her side. His silent support had been her strength; whenever she'd doubted herself, he'd allayed her fears. And when Koyla had threatened her, he'd stepped in front of the gun. That still shocked her.
“You stood in front of a gun for me,” she said, repeating the words she'd spoken much, much earlier.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because you're important.” There was a beat. “To Atlantis,” he qualified.
“Oh, to Atlantis.”
“Yes,” he said a little too firmly.
“But then we are a package deal.”
Rodney stiffened at that, then relaxed again, laughing softly. “Damn right.”
Elizabeth sighed and leant against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She felt him tense, though his arm still went round her waist. She closed her eyes, wishing she hadn't gone off at him like that. The day had been difficult enough without her jeopardising their friendship.
“You're not really a prat,” she said apologetically.
“Oh yes I am.”
She chuckled. “Well maybe a little.”
“Maybe a lot. Still... I did get the shield to work,” he said proudly.
She pulled away to look at him affectionately. “Yes you did. That was amazing. Scary, but amazing.”
“It was pretty spectacular.”
“Very spectacular.”
“Why thank you.”
Elizabeth laughed. “I didn't mean you,” she told him. She grinned at his somewhat crest-fallen expression. “Although I guess you are as well.”
Rodney blinked at that and looked at her, not quite sure he'd heard her right. She continued to grin at him and he gave her a shy smile.
Elizabeth settled her head back against his shoulder. She suddenly felt very tired. She yawned.
“I think you ought to go to bed.”
“Hmm.”
He dropped his arm, easing her away gently. “Go on sleepyhead. Atlantis needs you bright-eyed and bushy tailed.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
“Bed, Elizabeth.”
“Okay, I'm going already. And you ought to get some sleep too. Your late nights are reducing our coffee rations at an alarming rate.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Good.” She started out of the lab, but then she stopped. Turning round, she went back to him and before he could react, she placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Night,” she said airily and walked away.
Rodney stood staring after her, his expression completely bemused. Then he grinned and started to pack away his things, humming softly to himself.
Author: Helen /
11nine73Spoilers: The Eye
Rating: G - there's nothing in it you wouldn't see during SGA. Surprisngly.
Summary: McKay/Weir-centric tag on for The Eye.
It had been a long and extremely difficult day but Elizabeth Weir still couldn't sleep. Her mind went over and over the events of the day, the recollection disjointed, moments caught like snapshots. She couldn't remember the names of the two soldiers gunned down Koyla and that sent a flash of horror through her. How could she forget?
Elizabeth gave up on sleeping and got out of bed. Going to the window she saw how the night sky was clear – all sign of the immense storm had gone. The sea that had raged now barely rippled. She sighed deeply. She decided to go for a walk, so she dragged on jeans and a t-shirt.
The corridors of Atlantis were all but deserted as she paced through them. She was still busy thinking when she saw light flooding out of a room. She knew where she was, but why she'd come here was a different matter. What part of her sub-conciousness had led her to McKay's lab? They hadn't spoken about what had happened. She realised she needed that. She stepped into the doorway.
And froze.
Rodney was sat at his desk and there was a blood-soaked bandage on top of his paperwork, his jacket draped over the back of his chair. All his attention was on his arm as he rewound a fresh bandage around the injury the Genii had given him. The sight of it made Elizabeth go cold.
“Has Beckett looked at that yet?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
He jumped at the sound of her voice, a slightly panicked expression on his face that tempered immediately when he saw her. He didn't need to explain his flash of fear; she understood it perfectly. Memories of their capture by the Genii assaulted her.
“Elizabeth are you okay?” His voice seemed to come to her from a great distance. No she wasn't okay. She was far, far from it. She began to tremble, a somewhat delayed reaction as shock set in hard.
A firm hand took her upper arm and she found herself guided into the room and sat down.
“Here,” Rodney said, handing her a cup of coffee. She drank, the strong liquid burning her throat. “To answer your question – no. However I'm not the only one skipping a check up.”
Elizabeth breathed out, the terror slowly draining from her veins. “There were other things to think about,” she mumbled, her eyes on the floor.
“Hmm,” he replied unconvinced. He plonked down on another chair and finished wrapping his arm. He looked up to see Elizabeth watching him, her expression worried. “It's not as bad as it looks.”
His dismissal of his injury surprised her; he normally made the most of even the slightest thing. Was he making light of it as an attempt to reassure her? He gave her a confident smile and she found herself believing him.
“Good,” she said with feeling.
“It is?”
“Well of course.” His question confused her. “Why shouldn't it be good?”
“I... um. I guess I didn't think it mattered to you that much...” he trailed off as her eyes snapped up to his face, her expression somewhere between incredulous and hurt.
“You didn't think it mattered to me?”
“Not given the bigger picture,” he tried to explain.
“That's...” Words failed her. She stood up, pacing as anger bloomed. “God you are such a prat sometimes. Of course it matters, you matter... We go through that and you think...”
She stopped, taking a deep breath and turning away from him. She was aware that he'd stood as well but she was ignoring him because if she didn't she'd smack him. Hard. She folded her arms to make doubly sure that didn't happen.
There was a tentative touch that brushed her cheek. It sent a tingling shock through her body despite the anger she felt. She closed her eyes. Oh no. No, no, no. She didn't... she couldn't...
“Elizabeth?”
His low voice, in tandem with the touch that was making its way down her arm, made her shudder. Oh god she did. When the hell had that happened? Elizabeth was shocked at the depth of feeling Rodney's simple touch evoked. The anger drained, leaving her somewhat hollow.
“What?” she said flatly.
“Sorry.”
She looked at him, hurt in her eyes. He did look extremely apologetic. She sighed.
“It's been a really long day,” she murmured.
“Yeah,” he paused. “I am sorry. I didn't mean that how it came out.”
Elizabeth nodded. She knew that now she'd calmed down. And as she did so she found herself painfully embarrassed by her outburst; it was just that she emotionally wrecked at the moment. She realised his hand had moved to the small of her back and then just how much she was leaning against it. She wasn't sure she was up to questioning her need for his support right now.
Yet even as that thought occurred to her, she realised it wasn't something new. He was right where he'd always been ever since they'd started out on this expedition – right by her side. His silent support had been her strength; whenever she'd doubted herself, he'd allayed her fears. And when Koyla had threatened her, he'd stepped in front of the gun. That still shocked her.
“You stood in front of a gun for me,” she said, repeating the words she'd spoken much, much earlier.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because you're important.” There was a beat. “To Atlantis,” he qualified.
“Oh, to Atlantis.”
“Yes,” he said a little too firmly.
“But then we are a package deal.”
Rodney stiffened at that, then relaxed again, laughing softly. “Damn right.”
Elizabeth sighed and leant against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She felt him tense, though his arm still went round her waist. She closed her eyes, wishing she hadn't gone off at him like that. The day had been difficult enough without her jeopardising their friendship.
“You're not really a prat,” she said apologetically.
“Oh yes I am.”
She chuckled. “Well maybe a little.”
“Maybe a lot. Still... I did get the shield to work,” he said proudly.
She pulled away to look at him affectionately. “Yes you did. That was amazing. Scary, but amazing.”
“It was pretty spectacular.”
“Very spectacular.”
“Why thank you.”
Elizabeth laughed. “I didn't mean you,” she told him. She grinned at his somewhat crest-fallen expression. “Although I guess you are as well.”
Rodney blinked at that and looked at her, not quite sure he'd heard her right. She continued to grin at him and he gave her a shy smile.
Elizabeth settled her head back against his shoulder. She suddenly felt very tired. She yawned.
“I think you ought to go to bed.”
“Hmm.”
He dropped his arm, easing her away gently. “Go on sleepyhead. Atlantis needs you bright-eyed and bushy tailed.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
“Bed, Elizabeth.”
“Okay, I'm going already. And you ought to get some sleep too. Your late nights are reducing our coffee rations at an alarming rate.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Good.” She started out of the lab, but then she stopped. Turning round, she went back to him and before he could react, she placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Night,” she said airily and walked away.
Rodney stood staring after her, his expression completely bemused. Then he grinned and started to pack away his things, humming softly to himself.
