SGA Fic: Sick

[maisfeeka]

For thefannishwaldo who's home sick...

Title: Sick
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/Beckett
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just got talked into playing with them, I'm certainly not making any money with 'em.
Author: Maisfeeka




"Sick…"

"Aye, I know you're sick. Did you think perhaps I might have managed to miss that amidst all the moaning and complaining?"

John stretched out a hand and wrapped his fingers around Carson's wrist. "Gonna die," he mumbled

Carson shook his head, looking down on John with fond exasperation, "You're not going to die, though I'll allow that you probably feel as if you were going to. It's a nasty bug indeed."

"Stay…"

Carson sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking John's hair with the hand John wasn't clinging to. "I've got to go. There are other sick people to be cared for."

John nuzzled his head further into Carson's hand. "Please… Everything hurts."

"I know. And I'm sorry for it. There's not much more I can do." It killed him, really it did, to see John lying there so miserable and knowing there was nothing he could do except wait for the bug to run its course. He let his free hand drift down to caress John's face. "I am sorry."

John turned his head into Carson's touch. "Doesn't hurt when you hold me."

Carson shook his head, mentally running through all the things he really ought to be doing - weighing them against what he wanted to be doing - and sighed again. "All right then. Only for a bit, mind you, and then I have to get about my work."

John nodded against his hand, unwilling to lose the contact even for a moment, and Carson smiled down at him. "And you'll have to give me my hand back, because I'll be damned if I'm going to climb back into bed fully dressed."

It only took a few minutes for him to let his staff know he was taking some much needed personal time and strip down to his boxers and t-shirt. He came back over to the bed and looked down at the half-sleeping Sheppard, "All right then, you big lummox, budge over and make some room for me. It's my side of the bed you're on after all."

John obligingly rolled to the side and Carson slipped in beside him, curling himself gently around John's feverish body. John's head came to rest on his shoulder and Carson leaned in to kiss him softly on the forehead.

"Is this what you wanted, then?" he said softly and John nodded, already looking more at peace. Carson shook his head and let himself once again stroke John's hair, amazed and touched that his mere physical presence seemed enough to soothe. "Sleep now. And we'll talk later about how it is that you always manage to talk me into such things."

"Okay," John mumbled, already drifting off to sleep in the safety of Carson's arms. "Love you."

"Aye," Carson said, letting his own eyes close. "That just might be the answer there."

~fin~



Feel better. *Hugs*

Comments

[lunasky.livejournal.com]

Aw....this was so sweet, I have a big, silly grin on my face now. Thank you!

[maisfeeka.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it. We all kind of want Carsons of our own now. :)