Disclaimer: I don't own Atlantis.
A/N: This story has 452 words minus the author note. What if...Rodney's gene failed? I swear I want to write something funny. My muse was kidnapped and evil bunnies replaced it!
What If...
Bleeding
"Come on Major." Rodney beckoned him. He had a smile on his face that was the biggest he'd ever seen it. Usually, the man was frowned, his lips pinched and brows furrowed. He might actually like this Mckay.
"I don't know, Mckay." John held his gun, lowered at the ground.
"You saw me slam into the wall. You hit me." John frowned. His fist was going to be sore for a week. "Come on. Are you chicken?" Rodney's eyebrows raised in a challenge.
"You asked for it." John raised the gun. What the hell was he doing? He shot, at the last second his pointed the trigger down at the scientist's leg.
The green of the shield flashed. John started to smile while Rodney's dissolved. It started off slow, his scream. Then, the blood started to show through his pant leg. Rodney collapsed to the floor, the scream still on his lips.
John dived across the floor, trying to catch the scientist's head. The resounding crack was enough to know that he missed.
"I'm dying! I'm dying!" The strangled cry wretched from Rodney's lips.
"Mckay." John yelled, trying to calm the scientist. He pulled off his jacket and started wrapping around the wound. Rodney screamed. "Rodney, focus on me." John pressed the jacket on the gun shot, making him cry out.
Rodney eyes found John's, "You shot me." He said, his voice shocked, pain leeching every word. Crap, he was going into shock.
John's hand found his earpiece. "I need a doctor to the science labs, asap!"
A man's voice, Dr. Beckett, "What is the matter, son?"
"Dr. Mckay's been shot." John tried to control the trembling of his voice. Why did he let Mckay talk him into this?
"Hold on. We'll be there is a moment." Beckett's voice turned professional, the warmth slipping away.
John pressed the bloody jacket into the leg. Rodney's cries were softer now as the man fell unconscious, his head falling to the side.
Doctor Beckett came flying in with a cart and a handful of nurses. He pushed John out of the way. "Rodney? Rodney?" He asked, his voice rough.
"Is he going to be okay?" He was just merly shoved aside as the doctors ran though the door. He sighed and followed.
He shot the head scientest. He woke the Wraith. He really shouldn't have come to Atlantis.
How had it gone all wrong?