When Carson finally figures out how to reverse the damage the Wraith do, they’re relieved, of course. They carry the shots with them: like EpiPens, Rodney thinks. Nothing he’s not used to.
But what happens isn’t what he expects: it’s Sheppard who’s attacked, Sheppard’s thigh into which he slams the needle. Sheppard who slumps into his arms, the Wraith dying at their feet.
It’s Sheppard, staring into his face with black eyes. Hand pressed quivering to Rodney’s chest, like Rodney has what he needs to return to himself.
Rodney’s heart thumps: wanting to give it, to give in to him.
Cure
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When Carson finally figures out how to reverse the damage the Wraith do, they’re relieved, of course. They carry the shots with them: like EpiPens, Rodney thinks. Nothing he’s not used to.
But what happens isn’t what he expects: it’s Sheppard who’s attacked, Sheppard’s thigh into which he slams the needle. Sheppard who slumps into his arms, the Wraith dying at their feet.
It’s Sheppard, staring into his face with black eyes. Hand pressed quivering to Rodney’s chest, like Rodney has what he needs to return to himself.
Rodney’s heart thumps: wanting to give it, to give in to him.