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Week #8 - Rare: True Friends

Title: True Friends
Author: Titan5
Rating: Pg
Characters: John, Rodney, Teyla, Ronon
Genre: Gen; Friends, H/C
Word count: ~ 2000
Summary: John comes to appreciate how rare his team really is.



True Friends


“You need to go . . . now,” John growled.

“What part of no do you not understand?” asked Rodney, pacing frantically back and forth, waving his hands around. “We’re not leaving you behind, so you can just stop that self-sacrificing suicidal idiotic . . . “ He stopped and looked confused for a moment before continuing his pacing. “Lost my train of thought, but –“

“McKay,” barked Ronon in a loud whisper, turning from peering around the trees to glare at the scientist. “You need to shut up and be still. You might as well wave a flag at them.”

Them being the people of M2X-990. Apparently they had been friendly with Cowan and Kolya, attacking the team within minutes of entering their town. A couple of sentences into their meeting with the town’s leader had been enough for them to be recognized. And the Genii had heavily armed the town at some point, making John appreciate even more Elizabeth’s rule of not arming the natives. Especially now with a bleeding hole in his leg.

“I’m sorry,” Rodney hissed, slowing only for a moment. “I handle certain death in a certain way. I pace or I babble or both.” He stopped to point down toward John and Teyla, who was tightening a second field bandage on top of the blood soaked first one. “You guys remember, like during the iratus bug disaster when the jumper was stuck in the stargate. I can’t help it that I haven’t been a field person for all that long and getting shot at really-“

“Rodney,” Teyla said sharply, pulling the bandage so tight that John gasped from the flash of pain.

But she had Rodney’s attention. He stilled and dropped to the ground on John’s other side. “Babbling. Right. Sorry.” He winced as he watched Teyla finish pulling the bandage tight before tying it off. “Ow?”

“Ow,” John agreed. Teyla sat back and the three of them looked at one another for a moment before John continued. “They’re gonna be on us in a few minutes. We’ll never make it with me slowing us down. The three of you need to get to the gate and bring back help.”

“No,” Ronon said from his position as team watchman.

“What he said.” Rodney jutted his chin out with his standard don’t mess with me expression firmly in place.

John let out a long sigh and let his head fall back to the tree propping him up. Gathering his strength, he furrowed his brow and straightened his posture. “I’m not asking you, I’m ordering you. You need to go now. Just leave me an extra clip and I can hold them off long enough you’ll be sure to make it to the gate.”

Rodney glanced at Teyla. “He still doesn’t get it.”

“I think he is in shock from blood loss. We cannot take anything he says seriously.”

Rodney’s expression brightened. “Right. He’s out of his head, doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“Knock it off! I know exactly what I’m saying. You three are going to head for the gate without me because I refuse to get you killed. I’ve got too many ghosts already and I can’t deal with any more.” John clamped his mouth shut and closed his eyes. He hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud. What the heck was wrong with him? He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see their reaction. A warm hand on his arm made him open them again however.

Teyla smiled at him. “John. We are teammates. We are friends. We are family. In the same way you do not with us to be harmed, we do not wish for you to be harmed. Can you tell me that if one of us were injured, you would take the rest of the team to the gate and leave us behind?”

John wanted to say yes. He wanted to convince them he would so that maybe they would leave him and go. But he couldn’t, because he knew without doubt that he would not leave any of them behind. He’d made that mistake before, but never again. It wouldn’t matter if it was Rodney or Teyla or Ronon, he could never walk away and leave them propped up against the tree to hope he got back with reinforcements before the enemy killed them.

“I knew it,” Ronon chuckled.

John cast a glare in his direction, but the Satedan had already turned his back to them.

“That means you don’t get to argue,” said Rodney, smug expression firmly in place. Then his grin faltered as he looked at Teyla. “Uh, how are we going to make it to the gate?”

John rolled his eyes and he thought for a moment Teyla was going to do the same. Ronon turned around, a huge grin on his face. “I have an idea.”

oOo


John was comfortable. There was pain, but it was nicely muted by the drugs in his system. He felt floaty, which normally he hated. For some reason he liked being comfortably numb right now. It might have something to do with the five hour stumbling hike to the gate, fraught with people shooting at them. At least they’d made it. And mostly intact.

Rodney had managed to sprain a wrist when John fell, dragging the scientist down with him. Teyla had scraped all the skin off her right shin when she tumbled down a hill. John was pretty sure he was responsible for that one too, but he’d been kind of fuzzy headed at the time so he wasn’t sure how. Ronon had managed to get into the Pegasus version of poison ivy while scouting a hill they fortunately decided not to take. They were all banged up to some degree, but they had all made it alive. Maybe that was the real reason for the warm fuzzy feeling.

Keller told him his team had been herded off to get food and would be back any minute. John didn’t know whether to scold them for ignoring his order to leave him behind or thank them for probably saving his life. He was relatively sure if they’d done what he said, the natives would have found him and shot him where he sat. They had been pretty mad. The thought of taking a bullet to the head while helplessly sitting there gave him the shivers, even though it wasn’t the first time he’d faced a similar prospect. Escaping from such a fate once was pretty rare, much less multiple times.

What was really rare though was his team. The amount of true friends he’d had over his lifetime were few and far between. In his younger days, most of his so called friends wanted to hang around because his family had money. Even when he went to boarding school with other kids from rich families, the people who called themselves his friends wanted to use him for something. Every time he managed to get into trouble, which he’d be the first to admit was too often, his “friends” would vanish.

He’d found true friends in Mitch and Dex and later in Holland. Those friendships had been painfully short and convinced him that real friendships might not be worth the effort. Then he’d been hung out to dry all by himself. Shipped off to Antarctica in the Air Force’s version of solitary confinement and he’d decided that maybe he liked it that way. No friends. No pain. Just surviving day by day.

But you didn’t just survive day by day in Atlantis. You were proactive or you went home in a box. And it was here he’d found his team. A group of people who accepted him. They weren’t hanging around to use him. When there was trouble, they had his back. Every time. No questions asked. John smiled. His team was truly rare, so rare he didn’t dare lose any of them because there would be no replacing them. Any of them.

“Oh, yeah, good drugs. Look at that goofy grin in his face,” said Rodney.

John lifted his head a little to see his team flowing around his bed, dragging up chairs and preparing to get comfortable. “Hey, guys,” he slurred. They were all scratched and bruised, looking a little worse for wear. And yet they were smiling too.

“Hey Sheppard, about time you woke up,” said Ronon, scratching at his leg through his pants. Teyla slapped his arm.

“Ronon, stop scratching. You know what Jennifer said.”

“It’s not her leg itching,” the big man complained, but he stopped scratching.

“You realize all of this is your fault,” Rodney said, pointing to his wrapped left wrist. “We’ve all been maimed trying to get you home and you were very little help.”

John just grinned. “I know. Sorry about that. But I did order you to leave me.”

“Oh, please, like we would ever actually do that,” said Rodney with an exasperated sigh. “And just so you know, we are not having that conversation again.”

“I say it was not John’s fault, but the people of the planet. We did not even find out what they called themselves before they attacked. I do not think I have ever seen such a violent people.” Teyla shook her head, sincerely confused about why people would act like that.

“They were crazy maniac Cowan and Kolya followers. Idiots,” Rodney mumbled.

“Kind of a long name,” John commented, wondering if he should call them that in his report. He really needed to make Rodney stop trying to name things.

“What?” asked Rodney, his eyebrows raised. “I didn’t mean . . . oh, never mind. You won’t remember this tomorrow anyway.”

“I’ll remember,” John argued. “It’s hard to forget an angry mob shooting at you and chasing you across a planet.”

“Not the attack, I meant you’d never remember the conversation,” Rodney clarified, agitation building in his voice.

“Rodney,” Teyla said. “We have discussed this. There is no need to argue with John this soon after surgery. As you have already pointed out, he will remember little if any of this.”

Rodney sighed and rolled his eyes. Ronon chuckled.

John watched them, grinning at the feeling of comfort and safety his team provided when they were near. “I need to thank you guys . . . for getting me home. I didn’t want to be a ghost.”

They looked at him, a little startled and a little confused for a moment.

“You are welcome, John,” Teyla said, patting his arm. “We did not want you to become a ghost either.”

“You know if he ever remembers the stuff he says when he’s on drugs, or say half out of it with pain and blood loss, he’s gonna be really upset,” commented Rodney.

“Then we don’t tell him,” said Ronon, giving Rodney a stern look.

John could hear them, knew they were talking about him, but couldn’t seem to make himself care. And half the time he didn’t really understand what they were talking about. He was getting sleepy and it was becoming a battle to keep his eyes open. He wanted to see them, though. He wanted to see his team, right there by his side.

“Go to sleep John,” said Teyla, sliding her hand down to squeeze his. “We will be here with you. You are not alone.”

Something about her words made him feel safe, like it was okay to let go, so he did. The voices were soft, fading into white noise before he drifted off to sleep, safe in the care of his team.

The end.

Comments

( 23 comments — Leave a comment )
esteefee
Jul. 23rd, 2011 04:18 am (UTC)
oh, man. a rare thing, indeed. he's so lucky to have them all. *smishes fic*
titan5
Jul. 23rd, 2011 12:18 pm (UTC)
It hit me yesterday that the depth of their friendship truly is a rare thing. You won't find many people willing to do anything for you, no matter how dangerous it is. Glad you enjoyed!!
black_raven135
Jul. 23rd, 2011 11:25 pm (UTC)
**nods**
I often find myself also ***smishing** when it comes to ff.
:-)
saphirablue
Jul. 23rd, 2011 07:40 am (UTC)
Oh, what a wonderful Team!fic!

These lines Rodney glanced at Teyla. “He still doesn’t get it.”

“I think he is in shock from blood loss. We cannot take anything he says seriously.”

Rodney’s expression brightened. “Right. He’s out of his head, doesn’t know what he’s saying.”
make me go *awwwww* because of the Team Love and the Rodney & Teyla friendship. ♥

Thank you very much for this fic! :)
titan5
Jul. 23rd, 2011 12:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I had a very clear mental picture of that scene in my head. It made me miss them all so much.
sherry57
Jul. 23rd, 2011 08:43 am (UTC)
Awwww....I feel all fuzzy and warm inside after reading this. I love team stories and this one was a great one. From the whump to the team refusing to leave him to the scene in the infirmary....just lovely hon. A story to keep and read again. Thanks for sharing.
titan5
Jul. 23rd, 2011 12:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I love team stuff. They have such a wonderful chemistry as a group - that is the truly rare thing here.
stella_pegasi
Jul. 23rd, 2011 02:18 pm (UTC)
Loved this...love this team and the dynamics that keep them together. You captured it beautifully! John all fuzzy and out of it is such a wonderful John...no wonder we love to whump him.

Very nice, thanks for this!!!!
titan5
Jul. 23rd, 2011 05:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I also love a drugged, fuzzy John. I probably do that to him too often. I wish SGA had given us that at least once.
sinaida
Jul. 23rd, 2011 02:29 pm (UTC)
That was a lovely team fic. Thank you. :)
titan5
Jul. 23rd, 2011 05:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I kind of needed that team moment - I miss it. I'm glad you enjoyed.
d_odyssey
Jul. 23rd, 2011 10:59 pm (UTC)
Beautiful story. Great job of illustrating the deep bonds of loyalty and friendship. Enjoy the infirmary conversations with both humor and John's defenses dropped, admitting he didn't want to be a ghost. Wonderful use of the prompt.
titan5
Jul. 23rd, 2011 11:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I really thought the team had something unique and this was my attempt at illustrating that connection. Glad you liked!!
linzi5
Jul. 23rd, 2011 11:22 pm (UTC)
Sigh . . . you have no idea how much I needed this! Wonderful, warm happy feelings are lulling me off to whumpy dreams now! As usual, wonderful job here. A really lovely, fuzzy and comforting story full of team love. Thanks you so much for sharing! :)
titan5
Jul. 23rd, 2011 11:44 pm (UTC)
I was a little afraid it might be too warm and fuzzy for some, but I kind of needed it too, so I indulged. I'm glad it hit the spot for you. Many thanks!!
black_raven135
Jul. 23rd, 2011 11:23 pm (UTC)
This is lovely, a real tribute to Sheppard's team, a rarity indeed
for anyone
titan5
Jul. 23rd, 2011 11:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I love the team and miss them so much. Reading and writing fanfiction is how I keep them alive.
michelel72
Jul. 24th, 2011 03:12 am (UTC)
Awww, team! This is very sweet.
titan5
Jul. 24th, 2011 12:47 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I love team!!
lilyfarfalla
Jul. 24th, 2011 04:10 am (UTC)
Oh my heart!!! I love how John figures the warm and fuzzy feeling is at least partially because his team is relatively safe and sound. This is just lovely lovely team fic. I love them all!
titan5
Jul. 24th, 2011 12:49 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I love them too. There's something special about them, that's for sure. Too bad TPTB couldn't see that. Many thanks!
scarlettandblue
Jul. 24th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)
Oh lovely team fic. Thank you!
ninja007
Jul. 25th, 2011 06:43 am (UTC)
Really awesome fic and I think you again caught John's inner self.

Thanks!!
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