Uncovering the Physicist
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG1 or Stargate Atlantis or any of its characters or other property. I write only to entertain not never make profit from this work or any of my other works.
Pairings: Daniel/Shar'e, McKay/Daniel, Teyla/Sam
Crossover: SG1/SGA
Warnings: male/male pairing, depression, self harm, suicidal thoughts, mentions of suicide attempt, loss of family member, child abuse (mainly McKay but also Daniel), platonic team cuddling, platonic male/male cuddling.
Note: AR1 = Atlantis reconnaissance team 1, SG1 = Stargate team 1, SGC = Stargate command
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Rodney POV:
It was finally the day. Her funeral.
He dreaded having to actually say goodbye. To actually acknowledge her passing. To see the pity in the eyes of others who barely knew his sister! Maybe he didn't own the patent on grief but it seemed false to him. To cry over someone you barely knew? To have the right to play pretend.
He pushed aside the anger. Even if it was just, how would it help him or his sister? How would it help anyone?
His logical mind forced him to be calm. He needed to be present. To be ready to say goodbye. Thankfully he was spared from speaking, her husband would do that. It was a job he was lucky to avoid. What would he say? "Oh I haven't known you for so many years but I'm sure you were lovely and achieved a lot?"
The weather looked stormy, perfect funeral weather. Seriously, were they in a movie or something?
He forced himself to take his place in the hard plastic chairs the church had set aside, his mind to grief ridden to complain or to berate her husbands choice to use a church of all places. To his sides sat his team and SG1. Many that he had met on base were there. It was kind of touching. All these people he had been nothing but mean to, and they still showed up to comfort him.
Around the small funeral area were the guards assigned to this event. They stood tall, bearing their guns menacingly and eyeing the surrounds. They would ensure no one ruined the ceremony. Still he felt a sense of impending doom. He knew his father. Their father. His disgusting 'father' would appear, no doubt.
He barely paid attention. The priest spoke but he was too focussed on recalling the last moments he had spent with her. How they had fought and quarrelled like children. What kind of brother was that?!
Still he knew that she saw past that. That she was truly valued, even if he could not say it. It gave him some comfort.
Well until screams broke his thoughts.
Daniel POV:
I scan the direction I heard the scream from. There he is. There is no mistaking that this is Rodney's father. Rodney's sisters father.
His drunk, clearly, but looks determined. "Come out where ever you are?" he sing songs. "Are you a coward as well as useless son?" he asks mockingly. I glare, how dare he call his son useless? How dare he mock a genius that had saved both Earth and Pegasus more times than anyone could count?
My anger is distracting me from the real point. Its not about me.
Its about Rodney.
I look beside me to see the genius looking far more frightened than I have ever seen him. He seems to be panicking. He is struggling to draw breath, breathing far too quickly! Shit, a panic attack!
Instantly I attempt to comfort him. My attention is so focussed I jump when the sound of a bullet rings in the air. Acting on instinct, I grab him and throw us to the ground. I ignore my own rising panic. I keep him hold on him, rubbing his back comfortingly and saying comforting things. I must trust our teams to have our backs.
It seems an age, but he finally calms. He tunes out the background and seemed wholly focussed on my words. So I keep speaking, about anything. Anything to keep him grounded.
When we are disturbed again, its clear its all over. Janet and Carson look at us concerned. All I can do is flop back exhaustedly.
They are speaking but I can't focus. Now the adrenaline is wearing off…
Carson POV
Me and Janet immediately seek out our favourite patients. Rodney seemed physically okay. Much to the quick thinking of Daniel. Daniel seems physically fine too. Though both don't respond to us, a quick cursory check shows everything to be okay. Probably exhaustion.
They both pass out not long after and we decide to bring them in anyway. If only for some forced rest.
Its another day until they wake but I am not concerned. Both need rest! It is beyond frustrating to see both take such risks with their health!
Still, Rodney wakes without much fuss. A dropped tray makes him jump and cast a wary glance around. He looks like a frightened rabbit. "Rodney" I say quietly. He notices me and settles back into his bed. Though he is still tense. "Are you feeling better?" I ask kindly.
He nods.
Then Daniel follows, looking ready to take on someone. "Settle" I gently chide. "The bastard is dead. Jack took care of him. Rodney is just fine." I say softly. He gives me a half smile before looking around. Rodney seems to brighten up, moving to Daniels bed before I can tell him off.
Daniel relaxes. So does Rodney.
AN: R and R as usual. I'll be writing more soon. I'm not dead, just busy!