A/N: My first SGA fic. Post-ep to "The Eye".

Disclaimer: I don't own SGA

Speechless

His head was throbbing.

He blinked his eyes open as the pain spread from the base of his neck up into his temples and forehead, a low groan slipping from his lips. The dim infirmary slowly came into focus, the low light still too much for his sleep fogged eyes. He squinted, glancing around and getting his bearings, trying to figure out why he was in the bed and not seeing to the patients.

And as the pain became more focused, he remembered.

Concussion.

He groaned, sinking his head back into his pillow. He pressed his eyes closed and wished his head would stop throbbing so he could fall back to sleep. But even if the pain was gone, he had a feeling sleep would still escape him as the memories of recent events played over in his mind.

"Damn," he murmured with a sigh, opening his eyes and conceding to the fact that he wouldn't be getting back to sleep.

"You all right, Beckett?" someone asked. Beckett jumped.

"Jesus, who's there?" he asked, glancing out from his bed. A form in the chair set up beside him shifted and he held his breath, waiting for an answer.

"It's Ford."

Becket let out a sigh of relief. "God, Ford, don't do that. You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry, Doctor, I was just making sure you were all right."

"Well, for God's sake, be more obvious next time" Beckett chastised as two soft footfalls reached his ears and Ford's face appeared above him, peering down at him. "Honestly, man, you shouldn't surprise an injured man! You could wors-"

"You have a concussion."

"I'm aware."

Ford shrugged. "Just sayin', you're not that injured."

"Concussions can be serious."

"Yours isn't."

Beckett glared up at the nonchalant expression on Ford's face, but he let the silence stretch on. The lieutenant did have a point. Not that Beckett was about to tell him that. Ford coughed, breaking the silence, and Beckett shifted his gaze to look at a point beyond Ford's head, hidden somewhere in the darkness.

"I, uh, I better go," Ford said, turning away. Without thinking, Beckett reached out, catching Ford's wrist. The lieutenant froze.

"You owe me an apology, Lieutenant Ford," Beckett said.

Ford turned around, pulling his wrist free from Beckett's grasp and staring down at the other man, an eyebrow cocked in confusion.

"For what?"

"Tellin' me to shut up."

"Oh, for God's sake!" Ford said, rolling his eyes. "You runnin' your mouth was gonna alert the Genii to our position, what else-"

"I was answerin' your bloody question!"

"You just. Kept. Talking!"

"I'm a doctor, that's what we do!"

"Shut up." Ford's voice was quiet, catching Beckett off guard. It took a moment for the words to register, but when they did Beckett glared up at Ford. He opened his mouth, preparing an indignant response, but Ford clapped a hand over Beckett's mouth and crouched down beside the bed, his face inches from Beckett's.

"I said," he whispered, slowly removing his hand. "Shut up." Ford slid his hand behind Beckett's neck, sending a shiver through the other man as he leaned closer, pressing his lips to Beckett's.

When he pulled away, Beckett stared up at him, dumbfounded, but at a loss for words. A wicked grin grew on Ford's lips.

"Get some sleep, Doc," the lieutenant said, turning away leaving the speechless Scotsman to puzzle over what had just happened.