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April 7th, 2006

Fic: In Dependence (PG) @ 01:34 pm


Title: In Dependence
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Everett, Dex, Kavanagh, Beckett, Weir, Ford
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG for this part, but series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: Addiction withdrawal situation
Spoilers: References to events (some somewhat different in this AU) in Runner. A bit of dialogue derived from The Hive.
Summary: Part 11 of the Unified Theory series-- an AU where Everett was never drained by the Wraith and kept his position as military commander of Atlantis.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.




The two men stood surveying the wreckage of the wraith dart. "I'll be damned if he didn't take it down with a P-90," Everett said. The wraith pilot stirred. Everett shot him with a stunner.

"But where is he?" Ronon asked.

The two men dropped into the grass as another dart screamed nearby.

There was a moan. Ronon sat up slightly and peered. "There," he said, pointing.

They rose together, keeping their eyes on the sky as they made their way to the spot where Kavanagh lay. One leg was twisted under him unnaturally and blood ran from his nose, bright against pale skin. His glasses were skewed but, miraculously, undamaged. Everett dropped beside him. "Liam, what happened?"

"Thing clipped me when it crashed. Threw me... threw me a ways. Don’t know where my... radio got to."

"Any numbness, tingling, pain in your neck or back?"

Kavanagh shook his head.

"Okay. We're going to have to risk it to get you out of here." Everett looked worriedly up at the sky, but the wraith darts had moved away from the gate, which was stuck open anyway. "Ronon, do you think you could carry him?"

Ronon nodded. "What about the wraith?"

Everett sighed. "I don't think we can risk it. I'll take its arm, you get Kavanagh."

***

"God," Rodney whimpered. "This feels like the one time I tried pot in college. I hate this."

John's fingers feathered into his hair. He'd tried rubbing Rodney's arm, but his husband had complained that the sensation of anything against his skin physically hurt. "Hey, can I ask you something personal?" John asked.

Rodney snorted. "We're married. Of course you can. At least it'll distract me, I hope."

"That was sort of the idea," John admitted. "Anyhow. Before, when we were together... you seemed... pretty experienced."

Rodney nodded. "A couple of long-term lovers and a bunch of flings. Does that... does that bother you?"

"Not really, I just wasn't sure." John considered him for a moment. "So when you offered to marry me, even though you said it could just be on paper, you hoped--"

"I did, yes," Rodney admitted. "But I figured you wouldn't be interested and I wasn't going to use the offer of Atlantis just to have you."

"How long?" John asked.

Rodney laughed. "Probably part of me since you sat in that damned chair. But you kind of grew on me."

"Like fungus," John teased.

"Yeah, like that. And then after we actually got married and were doing all the camouflage kisses and touches... Well, it got a lot stronger." Rodney turned, careful of all the wires and tubes, to lie on his side and look at John closer. "You said you haven't done much of anything, but you didn't say you'd done nothing. Does that mean...?"

"A few handjobs in high school," John admitted. "I was too focused on the Air Force. And girls were good enough."

"So, you're practically a virgin where men are concerned."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"God, no, don't be sorry," Rodney said. "It's a bit of a turn-on, actually."

"Yeah?"

"Well, with all the damned enzyme in my system, a lot of things are a turn-on. But that was one before."

"I'm sorry, Rodney," John said. "If I'd just been a little faster."

"Yeah, well, if Caldwell hadn't beamed Lorne and Teyla back to the Daedalus, things would be a lot different, too." Rodney shuddered. "You're sure it didn't...?"

"You've probably lost more years worrying about it than it possibly could have taken," John teased.

"Asshole."

***

"Anything, Sergeant?" Elizabeth asked.

Lenoir shook his head. "I've tried dialing through several times. It's either blocked or the gate's already open."

She nodded. "And we don't want to do it too often or we may end up preventing them from gating out." She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Okay. Keep trying."

"Yes, ma'am."

***

Ford sat on the infirmary bed, fighting the jitters running through him. He eyed the door to the private room where Rodney was laying.

"How is he, doc?"

"He's still got enzyme in his system from the last dose," Carson answered. "It's going to start burning off in a couple of hours and then, well, you're familiar with it."

Ford nodded. "Only it's going to be worse for him." He shuddered. "I'm... I can't imagine going through that." He bit his lip. "Honestly, I can't imagine life without the enzyme. I feel so much stronger, better, with it."

"It addles your thoughts, son," Carson said. "And you know it makes you aggressive. I know from where you're standing it doesn't seem that way, but trust me."

Ford remembered the look on Rodney's face as the orange radiation suit became slicked with blood and shivered. "I trust you, Doc."

Carson considered him for a moment as he filled the syringe with Ford's dose. "Aiden, there's been some talk of starting a group-- a 12-step group-- for addicts and alcoholics here on Atlantis."

Ford looked surprised. "Wouldn't they have been screened out?"

"Oh, son, once you're an addict or an alcoholic, you've always got to consider yourself one," Carson said, as he carefully injected Ford. "They screened for those who were still actively indulging, but you can't just reject everyone outright."

"I suppose not."

"Would you be interested in information?" Carson asked.

"M-maybe. I'm... What if I don't know anyone?" Ford asked, and then looked even more nervous. "What if I do?"

"I know for a fact that you know a couple of people interested in the group," Carson answered. "I think it would be good for you to see you're not alone and that you can go on to a better life."

The intercom interrupted their conversation. "Medical team to the gate room."

***

Everett's team gathered around the bed of their scientist, now that Beckett had allowed them in. His left leg was in a cast to just above his knee, his right arm in a sling, and he lay very stiffly.

"How are you doing, Liam?" Everett asked.

"Not going to die anytime soon," Kavanagh answered. "Sorry to disappoint you."

"You got lucky," Ronon said.

Kavanagh raised his eyebrows. "I can think of much pleasanter ways to get lucky than a broken leg, wrenched shoulder, two broken ribs, and a concussion."

Crown chuckled. "He sounds fine to me," she said to the other two men. "I'm taking off. Got a date."

"That Canadian wuss actually got up the nerve to ask you out?" Kavanagh asked.

She rolled her eyes. "I asked him out. Women are allowed to do that in the 21st century, you know."

"I knew he didn't have the balls."

"Liam," Everett said warningly. "You're in no position to be inviting a beating."

Kavanagh waved his good hand. "Painkillers talking."

"Funny, they sound a lot like you," Crown said, then smiled and patted his shoulder affectionately before leaving.

***

John had just returned from getting a status report on Kavanagh for Rodney when he saw the tension in his husband's eyes. "You okay?" he asked.

Rodney whimpered. "Is Carson sure he can't give me just a little bit?"

"I'll go get him," John said.

When Carson came in with John a minute later, he looked like he'd already been run through the wringer. "What can I do for you, Rodney?" he asked.

Rodney was trembling already, little pained sounds at the back of his throat. "Please, Carson... I need some... Just a little! Just this once."

"I'm sorry, Rodney," Carson said, his voice gentle and sympathetic.

Rodney shrank back. "You don't have to yell."

John sat down, unsure how to comfort his husband, and finally settling for taking his hand. Carson began checking monitors. Rodney watched him resentfully for a moment.

"Please, Carson, I can handle it, really. Just a little, please."

"No, Rodney. I can't."

"This is fun for you, isn't it, watching me like this?"

"I assure you, it's not," Carson answered.

"What is this-- payback?" Rodney demanded, suddenly, mood shifting. "You're jealous, huh? Jealous of how vital I am to this mission -- vital, vital -- jealous of how I get to go off-world and, and you get stuck in this stupid, pathetic excuse for a hospital most of the time."

"Rodney..." John said, gently chiding.

"Jealous I got John and you didn't!" Rodney continued.

"Excuse me?!" Carson spluttered.

"Rodney, I don't think--"

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you look at him!" Rodney yelled. "But you can't have him. He's mine!"

"Ye need to calm down," Carson said, trying to be soothing.

"What? So you can kill me easier? Stick a knife in me while I'm oh so calm?"

"Rodney," John said, trying to sound reasonable. "No one's trying to kill you."

"He is!" Rodney shouted. "Oh, he looks so innocent, but he's not! I know! Don't trust him, John. You've got to watch him. What are you--? What are you putting in there?"

Carson looked up from where he was injecting something into Rodney's IV port. "Benzodiazepine, for anxiety."

"No! No, I don't want that," Rodney said, beginning to struggle. "John, help me! Don't let him... Help!"

John and Carson exchanged helpless looks. "Rodney, please, calm down," John begged.

"No! Get me out of here! John, please! I'll do anything. Please!"

"Shhh! Rodney, it's okay."

But for what seemed like an eternity, it wasn't, as John and Carson dealt with an increasingly paranoid, violent, and ranting Rodney, followed by a very, very sick one.

***

"How is he?" Elizabeth asked.

The two of them looked up tiredly to where she stood in the doorway.

"Asleep," John answered.

"Finally. Mercifully," Carson added.

Elizabeth let a brief smile flash across her face. "That bad, eh?"

Carson sighed. "I feel not unlike the priest in The Exorcist."

John nodded at the description.

"But, he's through the worst of it," Carson said. "The nausea has passed, his pulse has returned to normal, blood pressure in a more reasonable range."

"Good."

"I hate to say it, but his stubbornness is probably what's sustained him throughout the ordeal."

Elizabeth nodded, grinning. "We won't tell him that, though."

"Aye. Mustn't feed the beast." He smiled at John.

John smiled affectionately down at Rodney, his hand held fast.

"You two should get some rest. You look exhausted."

"I'll stay with him just a wee bit longer, just to make sure he's out of the woods," Carson said.

John nodded at the bed behind him. "I'll catch a bit of shut-eye in a while, I promise."

Elizabeth smiled and turned to leave, then turned back. "Carson? Nice work."

"Thanks, Elizabeth."

***

"Home," Rodney said, smiling at their apartment.

John grinned. "Yeah." He pulled Rodney to him and kissed him lightly. "And three whole days to enjoy it."

Rodney leaned into him and sighed. "Mmm. But... I'm not really feeling... you know. If you don't mind?"

"No, I don't mind. I'm pretty exhausted myself."

"Oh, good! Well, not that you're exhausted, but--"

"It's okay," John interrupted. "Let's just go to bed and get some sleep."

They halfway held each other up in their exhaustion as they made their way to the bedroom. John quickly helped strip Rodney to boxers and then to slip under the sheets. As Rodney lay, eyes still dark and bruised-looking from his ordeal, John hesitated.

Rodney popped one eye open. "Aren't you coming to bed?"

"I, uh, wasn't sure if I should..." He motioned to the bed and then in the direction of his office where his futon was waiting.

Rodney let out a put-upon sigh. "You're an idiot, you know that? Get in here!"

***

Aiden stepped into the room nervously, head down, not wanting to accidentally make eye contact. There was an uncomfortable silence, heavy over the room. First times, Ford thought, were always hard.

There was the sound of the door shutting and then someone made him way up the aisle, a distinctive metallic clunk followed by a softer footstep. He risked looking and saw it was Kavanagh on crutches. The scientist's voice was strangely gentle. "Hello, and welcome to the first meeting of the Atlantis 12 step group. My name is Liam and I'm an alcoholic. I got into a program back when I was at the SGC, four years ago, and I've been missing the support since we got here. So, I complained to some people and discovered that he who complains often gets saddled with the organising of the solution."

There were chuckles around the room.

"At any rate, for tonight, I'd like people to introduce themselves and share as much of their story as they're comfortable sharing."

The room fell into another silence, everyone casting little glimpses at their neighbours, wondering who would go first. There was the scrape of a chair behind Aiden as someone stood.

"Hello," a soft, gentle, familiar voice said. "My name is Carson and I'm an addict. I've been clean ten years, three months, and five days."


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From:severusslave
Date:April 7th, 2006 06:15 pm (UTC)
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GOD! That last sentence! I love you girl! Yes!
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 01:50 am (UTC)
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Thanks! Sorry I didn't reply to this sooner. Stuff sort of overtook me and then I was working on the next chapter (which is posted).
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From:mizz_destiny
Date:April 7th, 2006 06:16 pm (UTC)
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every time you post I love you a little more. *g* this was a great, if smut-less chapter. I'm glad Rodney & Kavanagh are alright.

And an Atlantis 12 step group? why has no one thought of that before? Brilliant!

keep up the good work!
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 01:50 am (UTC)
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Thanks! Next chapter (with smut!) is posted.
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From:haggitha
Date:April 7th, 2006 06:20 pm (UTC)

In Dependence

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Oh my,
well we Scots I'm afraid have a reputation of being heavy drinkers, we also have a rep for being loved the world over because basically although we are at times gruff we are a humane bunch ;)Drugs sadly well its a part of life now and used by a lot of medics that are stretched to the limit trying to keep it all together. I can see Carson going down that road in an attempt to keep up. Yep a very good chapter.

hugs
Haggy
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 01:52 am (UTC)

Re: In Dependence

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Thanks! Well, the addiction plot is based on his "Oh, I have an inkling" in The Hive. It made sense to me that it was probably stimulants or the like, which seem especially attractive to overworked doctors.
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From:justabi
Date:April 7th, 2006 06:43 pm (UTC)
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*clings to Carson*
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 01:53 am (UTC)
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Hehe. Thanks!
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From:adafrog
Date:April 7th, 2006 06:49 pm (UTC)
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Well done. Thanks.
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 01:53 am (UTC)
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Thank you!
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From:seekergeek
Date:April 7th, 2006 06:52 pm (UTC)
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Good integration of Rodney's withdrawl scene into your AU. I love that John is being kind of shy. He strikes me as being very reticent by nature.
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 01:54 am (UTC)
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Thanks! Yeah, he's very private.
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From:lapislaz
Date:April 7th, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
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Oh, my. He counts the days even.

We all suspected it, I imagine. But this is brilliant.
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 01:55 am (UTC)
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Thanks! Yeah, that line in The Hive just wouldn't leave me alone.
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From:sg1atlantis
Date:April 7th, 2006 07:22 pm (UTC)
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Although you're still evil for making me like Kavanagh (AGAIN), you kick ass. *nods happily* This was a wonderful chapter and now I'm all curious about Carson. o.o
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 01:56 am (UTC)
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Thanks! There's a bit more about Carson in the next chapter, though I'm making you read between the lines a bit.
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From:crystalheaven
Date:April 7th, 2006 07:40 pm (UTC)
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Honest to god, I squeaked when I got to the end of the chapter. *glomps Carson* I knew it. Poor, poor Carson.

And John. *wraps him up with Rodney and cuddles* He really is an idiot. Luckly, he has Rodney there to set him right.

*snerks* Love Kavanagh's reason for making the group. And that Ronon had to carry him, and the whole damn chapter.

*woobie eyes* More?
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 01:58 am (UTC)
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Thanks! Real Life kinda overtook me for a week or more there, so I'm sorry it took such a long time to reply and to post the next part.
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 01:59 am (UTC)
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Thanks! Yeah, I'd be curious to see them actually explore that comment in season 3.
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 02:00 am (UTC)
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Thanks! Well, I do whump the characters rather cruelly at times, but it would make for a disappointingly short series if I killed him off this early.

As for Carson, well, there's a bit more in the next chapter, but you still have to read between the lines some.
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From:kerry_louise
Date:April 7th, 2006 08:54 pm (UTC)
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*squee*

Yay! More UT!

I love how this is developing. I love the McShep of course, but everyone else... Kav, Carson, Ford... I've even stopped wanting to slap Everett... well more or less, if he talks to Shep anytime again ever, I can't promise I won't want to slap again. lol
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 02:01 am (UTC)
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Hehe. Yeah, Everett's still a tad biased against John, but I'm having fun with him
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From:kyokoaegis
Date:April 7th, 2006 09:21 pm (UTC)
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Oh wow now that's a surprise... I was expecting Caldwell actually but not Carson who in fact was the more logical choice with what he said to Rodney in "the Hive"... *slaps herself for having thought about it*
Your Kavanagh is great, everytime I read one of your stories I love him! And that 12 steps programm was a great idea and will surely be very usefull in Atlantis, I'm sure that with all the stress many people are alocholics or addicts...
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 02:04 am (UTC)
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Thanks! And, yeah, I'm sure high stress chews up a lot of people and spits them out addicted or alcoholic.
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 02:04 am (UTC)
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Smut posted! (As I think you've seen already.)

Thanks.
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From:sgatlantislight
Date:April 19th, 2006 02:08 am (UTC)
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Ah, see, the trick is that in the show you never really see why they are the way they are. Understanding what's turned them into jerks or whatever tends to lead to empathy. Sort of like few people liked Rodney the first episode of SG1 he was in-- he was a jerk, rude to Carter, etc. But, when we got to see more of the reason why and that there was a good side to him...

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