Shivers
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Chapter Two: Love of Shadows
McKay couldn't even produce a squeak of fear. Where was he? Hadn't he just died?! How could this be heaven? All he had done for humanity, he had sacrificed all for humanity, he had given up sleep for humanity, he had died for humanity. And now here he was, in this… cold and dreary laboratory, kidnapped by some woman, some ghostly woman…
McKay shivered. She knew him, yet he didn't think he knew her, couldn't recall her. She had said his name clearly, with a sort of loving recognition, as if they had been intimate at one time or another.
After that first conversation, the first words she had spoken to him, his name, she had left him alone, floating away into the dark, leaving him to think. As if she knew that's what he needed to do at this point.
Uncomfortable, McKay shifted, trying to find the position that would allow him to be comfortable, to think more clearly. Somehow, he squashed his fingers under his own body, and he drew in a sharp breath as his nervous system sent the message to his brain.
"Are you comfortable, Dr. McKay?" Her voice, calm, almost loving, yet dripping with danger, came across the dark lab to him. He almost jumped in surprise. She chuckled, floating closer to him.
"Wh… who… who are you?" McKay demanded, trying to sound cross, something he knew he usually excelled at, but now, he felt, and sounded, scared as hell.
"Ah, ah, ah, Dr. McKay," she tutted, moving her finger in time with her 'ah's. "That will all become clear later. Not now. Hm." He noticed now that she held a clipboard in her transparent hands, and as she looked at it, he craned his neck, trying to see what she had written there. "Now, Dr. McKay, that's not very polite, is it?" she reprimanded him as she turned away, blocking his view of the papers. "Hm, yes, this should be perfect, should get the proper response…" she trailed off, smiling almost kindly, almost cruelly, at the scientist before she turned around, in the dark again.
"What are you doing?" McKay demanded at her retreating back. "What is this? Who are you?"
"Now, Dr. McKay, calm down," she said, reappearing, her hand stuffed into her pocket like they did in the old movies, to give the appearance they had a gun. "As I said before, that will all become clear in due time. Now, just relax…"
"How the hell am I going to be relaxed when I'm on some alien planet, with some crazy voodoo ghost woman doing experimental tests on me?!" McKay jerked away as far as he could from the woman as she got closer.
"Dr. McKay, as I said, relax. Relax." As McKay kept squirming, he saw a glitter of anger cross her face. "Dr. McKay! I said, RELAX!" A pale, almost transparent hand zoomed out of nowhere, and embedded itself in McKay's chest.
McKay gasped. It felt as if he had suddenly jumped into icy cold water, and the shock had stopped his heart. He could only watch as the woman removed her hand, and gave him something via the I.V.-like device attached to McKay. He felt himself trembling, and he closed his eyes. The tremors became jerks, became flailing, and then McKay froze. His body stopped moving, his organs stopped functioning, and he knew no more…
…oOo…
He was young again, a sensation he loved. No pains in his back, no pains in his knees. Nothing. Just strength, youth, innocence.
He almost skipped along the sidewalk. Whitewashed buildings on either side of him gleamed in pride, the roads were almost shining. He felt so happy, so full of joy. Nothing could go wrong.
And yet, as he turned the corner, he knew he was wrong. For the sight before him was one of despair, one of pain, one of ruin.
Rubble spread out before him, chunks of buildings, bits of sidewalk and street. It all seemed so fake, and then the stench hit Rodney's nostrils.
Bodies. He knew the smell of them, the disgusting, painful smell. Death. Death was all around him. It threatened to overwhelm him, threaten to send him to his knees.
"Little boy!" He whirled, angry and sickened. A man, a handkerchief covering his face, ran toward Rodney, scooped him up, and continued running, away from the destruction, away from the disaster.
Almost six blocks away, the man stopped running and placed Rodney back on the ground. Shaken, scared, the only thing Rodney could say was, "What happened?"
"A bomb," the man answered shortly. "Some kid built a bomb! Jesus Christ, a damn BOMB!"
"A bomb?" Rodney asked, horrified, not understanding. "What happened?"
"It obliterated the school. Killed everyone in a three-block radius. The kid's parents, teachers… even his sister."
"Who? Who could do that?"
"They think it was that McKay kid. Mary McKay? Marian?"
"Meredith." The shock of it all, the words just tumbled from Rodney's mouth. He didn't understand, the bomb hadn't been functional when he built it, how could it have killed his parents… and Jeannie?
"Yeah, Meredith McKay. One messed up kid. Who coulda thought he'd do that?"
"Yeah… who'd think he'd do that…" Rodney just stood there. How? Why? Why? He couldn't wrap his mind around it all, couldn't think, couldn't understand. His mind started to shut down, rejecting the reality.
"Did… did… did he live?" Rodney murmured, shocked.
"No. Lucky for everyone else. They say he turned it on himself, he blew it up by himself. Killed himself, and everyone around him."
"No. NO!" Rodney burst into tears. He wasn't suicidal, he wouldn't do that, couldn't do that. The bomb'd got everyone's attentions, he'd never even considered having it go off… how could he have? He didn't, he hadn't… He couldn't have… It wasn't true… IT WASN'T TRUE! NO!
…oOo…
"NO!" McKay's eyes opened, his face wet with his own tears. Another induced hallucination, that's all it was, he hadn't really killed Jeannie, hadn't killed his parents, hadn't killed his sister…
"Hm… very interesting… he rejected it… I must call in Anias…" Rodney glanced up and saw the ghost go back into the dark. He was alone.
"H… hello? Sheppard? Teyla? Ronon? Sheppard? Come on, dammit, this isn't funny! You've seen it all, come on out! Hello?! Someone answer me!" But no one did. He was alone. All alone.
He closed his eyes again. All alone. And tired. Ready for a long sleep, ready to know no more, ready to sleep. Ready to end it all…
Dr. Rodney McKay, brilliant scientist, slipped into a deep sleep. The heart monitor next to him stopped blipping, and began making noises, alerting his captors his heart had stopped working, but the scientist paid no mind. He had found his relief…
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