Title: "'til human voices wake us"
Summary: Rodney drowns; eyes gray and empty in the murky waters, hands gone still and unmoving under the heaviness of the sea.
A/N: just a quick John/Rodney drabble, nothing specific, but if that is not your cup of tea- then this is where you click the back button. Also: I own nothing! (apart from my cat. But he isn't in it, so not really relevant. oops.)
John opens and closes his mouth, words lost somewhere in his throat; hidden behind his tongue, rebounded by the sharp edge of his teeth, a restless movement of words; born in his lungs and killed at the edge of his lips.
Rodney looks so incredibly unhappy; standing there in Johns doorway, mouth tilting down at the corners, eyes roaming every inch of space around John, flickering over his feet and knees, eyes slightly red int he low light.
I dreamt about you. John thinks, something cold in the pit of his gut, I dreamt you were dead.
"I, I don't know what I'm doing." Rodney mutters, turns to leave, the light catching on his lashes and the bruised edge of his cheek; and John thinks desperately in the half-light of the hallway, neither do I, and finds himself reaching for Rodney's elbow, curling his fingers into the fabric of his BDU coat, and he tugs Rodney closer, closer until he's far enough inside that John manages to get the door to shut with a quiet snick behind him.
Rodney stays the night.
And then next night, and the next, and all the ones after that, too.