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SGA: Ouch
Um, so this was going to be a little drabble. You know, just 100 words. It kinda got bigger. By about 7 times…
Title: Ouch
Genre: SGA, Gen
Rating: PG for minor language
Synopsis: “All I said was ‘ouch’!”
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just playing in a solely not-for profit way.
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“Ouch,” Sheppard grunted.
“Ouch?” Rodney repeated. Turning to Teyla, he directed, “Run ahead and call for a medic.” She nodded and took off.
“All I said was ‘ouch’!” Sheppard insisted. He tried to pull himself up to a standing position, but failed miserably.
McKay shored him up with his shoulder, watching as Ronon did the same on the other side. “Exactly,” he countered. “Which, knowing you, means something’s broken or you have grievous internal injuries.”
“I’m not that bad,” the wounded man insisted. It would have been more believable if he hadn’t turned white as a sheet and wasn’t clearly trying to hide a whimper.
“Yes, you are, Mr. I-have-an-Iratus-bug-attached-to-my-neck-and-oh-that-itches,” Rodney countered, trying to shuffle him along closer to the gate.
John grunted as the movement jostled a leg both buckling and dripping with blood. “All... I did... is trip... and get bumped... by a... few rocks,” he panted.
McKay stopped to look at him incredulously, Ronon obligingly taking a bit more of Sheppard’s weight as the scientist ranted, “You fell down a flight of steps and got half-buried by the column of rocks you hit at the bottom!”
The injured man shrugged, but looked like he regretted the action. “Semantics,” was all he got out through his clenched teeth.
“No, we are not discussing your linguistic prowess, or lack thereof, we are discussing your moronity,” Rodney told him, getting back into position to help him move again.
“Is moronity even a word?” John asked before biting his lip and hobbling once more.
“It is if I say it is,” Rodney insisted, shuffling along.
“How gregarious of you.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Ronon interrupted what he knew was likely to become a drawn out argument with, “If you two are done bitching, we could try to make it to the gate by nightfall.”
“It’s only ten in the morning,” Rodney protested.
“Exactly,” came Ronon’s response.
They hobbled, shuffled, and hopped along in silence for several more minutes before it was too much for McKay. “You know,” he commented, his own breath becoming more than a bit labored. “It could have been worse.”
“How so?” Sheppard asked, even though he knew better. At this point, he was hoping for any distraction from the pain, and another session with Rodney might just do the trick.
“Well.” Shuffle. “You could have.” Hop. “Desecrated some sacred temple of pointy-speared natives.” Hobble.
“The planet’s uninhabited,” Sheppard reminded him in his “duh” voice.
“And how many times.” Hop. “Have we been screwed over by that thinking in the past?” Shuffle.
All three men paused in their efforts, taking a moment to really take in their surroundings. Ronon cocked his head to the side to listen for anything out of the ordinary while Sheppard scanned the area for any sign of movement, nearly toppling them all over in the process. Rodney had a mini panic attack.
“Did I just jinx us?” he asked, looking frantically about for little spears or arrows to come sailing from the surrounding trees.
“Not this time,” Ronon assured him, moving to steady Sheppard once more.
Several minutes later, they finally reached the DHD. John leaned heavily on the side while Rodney reached to type in the address and Ronon took one last look around. “I hope Teyla got that med team,” Rodney commented, pressing the second symbol.
“I’m not that ba...” Sheppard started to repeat his earlier mantra, but was cut off by a commotion at the gate. The symbols on the DHD flashed and reset as the gate whooshed to life, the backwash stopping no more than a step away from the platform they were on.
Startled, John lost his balance and grabbed for the first solid object he could find which, unfortunately, was Rodney. McKay overbalanced, sending them both into a jumbled heap on the ground. The sound of multiple footfalls echoed on the stone as John tried to focus his blurring vision on what was going on.
A familiar face leaned down above him, dreadlocks shielding out the sun. “Teyla brought the med team,” Ronon smirked.
Sheppard leaned back against what he thought was McKay’s ribcage, if the complaining was anything to go by, and closed his eyes, muttering one final, “Ouch.”
End.
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