Summery: Tag to Tao of Rodney: After everything is said and done the team learns that invading ones mind in a state of self-preserving panic isn't a good thing. Carson whump!
Spoilers: Tao of Rodney…and in the authors note slight spoils for Sunday…
Warnings: I don't have a beta…and this is my first attempt at a SGA fanfiction, but not my first fiction-writing experience. However all the mistakes I make are mine…cuz I'm a photographer, not a writer ^^ but I dabble. I
A little FYI: I just started watching SGA, epic show. So depressed about "Sunday" but to obsessed with Carson's character to let that be the end of his story.
Attention! I do not own anything having to do with Stargate Atlantis…if I did the episode "Sunday" would never have happened.
For a terrifying moment, Carson was sure Rodney was about to fully master his state of mind and ascend. Watching the numbers lower steadily Carson felt a mixture of loss and hope for his friend lying motionlessly in the hospital bed. However that stalled moment of holding his breath in anticipation ended abruptly when the dying man's eyes snapped open like a cliché horror movie and suddenly Rodney's hands grabbed a hold of the shocked Doctor's white coat. Too surprised to flinch Carson's bright blue eyes widened drastically as pain shot through the physician's unprepared mind.
Sharp, overly loud words began to string into burning sentences throughout Carson's inner consciousness. Rodney was talking to him telepathically, somewhere through the pain the realization registered with the doctor. The knife sharp assault to his mind was intense and brutal. It wasn't Rodney's fault necessarily that in the excitement he had lost complete control of how much power he put into the means of communication.
It was a twisting feeling, as if someone had shoved there hand through Carson's skull and fingers were burrowing into and mashing his brain. As Rodney fell limply back against the bed it took Carson a moment to recover enough from the startling sensation to start barking orders.
Even though the pain had been intense Rodney had imbedded his message securely in Carson's mind, the 'push' taking almost a brainwashed like quality over the doctor's mental state, telling his mind and body to move in a certain way even if Carson was still processing what had just happened to him.
"Carson," Dr. Weir's voice sounded, the tone was enough for the Scottish man to understand her protest without really paying much attention to what she said, or how much she said.
"You don't understand," Carson winced at the tone of his own voice, "Rodney just told me how to save his life!"
And then it was a race, adrenalin surged to replaced the pain unconsciously pushed in the back of his mind so that Carson could do the job he was born to do: Save lives. Saving the lives of his friends was never an easy one emotionally for the dedicated doctor, watching them head through the Gate and out into the worse danger imaginable while (most of the time) Carson sat on the sidelines had stolen sleep from the doctor more nights than he liked to admit, but knowing he could help them if needed was the doctor's purpose. And right now saving Rodney McKay was Carson's only purpose for being.
It wasn't until Rodney was wrapped in that strange bluish ribbon of light that Carson realized something was wrong. For once that 'wrong' had nothing to do with Rodney, the man was smiling and alive bouncing around with words of explanation. Cheering that he still had his smarts and was back to his own self again. No, the problem lay within Carson's own body, within his head. The pain, so abruptly pushed down came rushing back to the surface with a vengeance that could hardly be described in words.
The Scot's head throbbed terribly, face drained of what little color remained there after the initial assault. A shaky hand flew to Carson's suddenly clammy forehead causing Dr. Beckett to flinched, not realizing it was his own fingers trying to massage away the pain.
With everyone's focus on Rodney, Carson swayed dangerously in the background of the commotion, catching himself against the wall nearby where he was standing. The attempt at holding his body up was clumsy and uncoordinated as the doctor's thoughts rushed. He felt compelled to help Rodney still, even though it was clear to his visual and audible senses that Rodney was fine. Carson's vision swam and faded, a sharp gasp left his lips as his world flipped and suddenly he was crashing to the floor.
Reviews are always loved! I have more, I'm just tweaking my original plan slightly ^^ It's going to be epic.
Hope you enjoyed!
- Strawberrywaltz