Wings and All, Stargate Atlantis, PG-13
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Title: Wings and All
Charcater: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 789
Summary: Rodney McKay finds himself burdened with wings.
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ladywinchester picked the SGA fandom for five prompts from that card. This is the second of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.
He’s alone for the moment and the silence has never felt so…good. He huddles in on himself and wills the strain on his back to ease, the pain lancing through him from the unfamiliar burden to back off…just a little so he can think.
He snorts at the thought and exhales, turning to look out from the front of the cave. He’s up higher than is good for him, but it was the first time he’d gotten his altered body to cooperate and let him land.
Land.
Because he’d been flying. In the air.
With the new wings that sprouted from his back.
He shivers and glances over his shoulder. The wings stiffen, then flutter and fold to lay against his skin, skin that is still tender to the touch and screaming in pain. He hisses, then jumps as thunder shakes the mountain.
“Rodney, this is Sheppard.” He pulls the radio from his belt, but doesn’t answer. “McKay, come in.”
Rodney looks at the radio and shakes his head. Sheppard didn’t understand. He wasn’t the one who had been violated, his body changed, his life taken away from him. He wasn't the one in constant pain as bone grew out of his back, tearing through his skin to form the damned wings.
It was agony unlike anything he'd ever known…not that he'd had a lot to compare it with, if he was honest with himself.
And it wasn't just the growing that hurt. No, that would be too easy. The damn things were so sensitive that anything touching them hurt. The wind in the feathers hurt. Not letting them unfold hurt. Letting them unfold hurt.
And he couldn't control them, not really. His brain couldn't seem to connect the right thoughts with the right nerve endings most of the time…and then they'd been open and the wind was just right and he couldn't have kept himself on the ground if he'd tried. And he had.
He held on to Sheppard, then Ronon, then a tree, but in the end, he'd soared up into the air, his eyes covered, his stomach churning. He never did like heights…and there he was, flying high enough that he couldn't see anything but a canopy of leaves below and the open sky above him.
He'd flown until he was sure he was going to fall from the air, and when he'd come down, he'd begged Sheppard to shoot him, chain him, anything to keep him from taking off again.
The villagers want to worship him, like he's some sort of god. It isn't anything godlike though. He's still a mortal man, he just has wings coming out of his back.
The little bit of research he'd managed to do seemed to indicate it was some sort of genetic mutation, probably caused by the strange radiation coming from the town's power source. Local folklore told legends of similar mutations in their past. People who grew wings, or horns or assorted other mythic sorts of things.
He hadn't had time to really understand it all before his wings decided it was time to go for another fly around the area. He'd been up for hours before he finally got coordinated enough to land here, outside this cave.
He's thinking maybe it's a good place to hide, at least until he hears Sheppard's voice from outside. "I found him. Stand down."
John ducks his head as he comes into the cave. "Rodney."
"Leave me alone."
"I can't do that. Elizabeth wants me to bring you back to Atlantis."
"Like this? I can't go back there like this."
"Carson is going to try to help you. Zelenka took over your research. We'll figure this out."
"Zelenka? He's not going to…" Rodney shakes his head. "They're WINGS."
"I know. Okay. I get it. I see them. But if the power source is what's causing the problem, don't you think we should get you away from the power source?"
He has to admit that makes some kind of sense.
"The jumper is just outside. We'll swing down and pick up Ronon and Teyla and Zelenka and head back."
He lets John put an arm around him, only whimpering a little as he pins the wings in place. "Just…don't want them opening up in the jumper."
Rodney nods. "Maybe a blanket or something…" He's tired suddenly and he wonders when the last time was he'd actually slept…it's been days at least. John pulls a blanket out and wraps it around him, over the wings, and they tuck in close to his body, curled around his shoulders almost protectively and it's oddly comforting.
He sits back and exhales, and as the jumper lifts off the ground, Rodney McKay sleeps, wings and all.
Title: Wings and All
Charcater: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 789
Summary: Rodney McKay finds himself burdened with wings.
A/Ns & Warnings: So that second card for
angst_bingo Yeah...ladywinchester picked the SGA fandom for five prompts from that card. This is the second of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.He’s alone for the moment and the silence has never felt so…good. He huddles in on himself and wills the strain on his back to ease, the pain lancing through him from the unfamiliar burden to back off…just a little so he can think.
He snorts at the thought and exhales, turning to look out from the front of the cave. He’s up higher than is good for him, but it was the first time he’d gotten his altered body to cooperate and let him land.
Land.
Because he’d been flying. In the air.
With the new wings that sprouted from his back.
He shivers and glances over his shoulder. The wings stiffen, then flutter and fold to lay against his skin, skin that is still tender to the touch and screaming in pain. He hisses, then jumps as thunder shakes the mountain.
“Rodney, this is Sheppard.” He pulls the radio from his belt, but doesn’t answer. “McKay, come in.”
Rodney looks at the radio and shakes his head. Sheppard didn’t understand. He wasn’t the one who had been violated, his body changed, his life taken away from him. He wasn't the one in constant pain as bone grew out of his back, tearing through his skin to form the damned wings.
It was agony unlike anything he'd ever known…not that he'd had a lot to compare it with, if he was honest with himself.
And it wasn't just the growing that hurt. No, that would be too easy. The damn things were so sensitive that anything touching them hurt. The wind in the feathers hurt. Not letting them unfold hurt. Letting them unfold hurt.
And he couldn't control them, not really. His brain couldn't seem to connect the right thoughts with the right nerve endings most of the time…and then they'd been open and the wind was just right and he couldn't have kept himself on the ground if he'd tried. And he had.
He held on to Sheppard, then Ronon, then a tree, but in the end, he'd soared up into the air, his eyes covered, his stomach churning. He never did like heights…and there he was, flying high enough that he couldn't see anything but a canopy of leaves below and the open sky above him.
He'd flown until he was sure he was going to fall from the air, and when he'd come down, he'd begged Sheppard to shoot him, chain him, anything to keep him from taking off again.
The villagers want to worship him, like he's some sort of god. It isn't anything godlike though. He's still a mortal man, he just has wings coming out of his back.
The little bit of research he'd managed to do seemed to indicate it was some sort of genetic mutation, probably caused by the strange radiation coming from the town's power source. Local folklore told legends of similar mutations in their past. People who grew wings, or horns or assorted other mythic sorts of things.
He hadn't had time to really understand it all before his wings decided it was time to go for another fly around the area. He'd been up for hours before he finally got coordinated enough to land here, outside this cave.
He's thinking maybe it's a good place to hide, at least until he hears Sheppard's voice from outside. "I found him. Stand down."
John ducks his head as he comes into the cave. "Rodney."
"Leave me alone."
"I can't do that. Elizabeth wants me to bring you back to Atlantis."
"Like this? I can't go back there like this."
"Carson is going to try to help you. Zelenka took over your research. We'll figure this out."
"Zelenka? He's not going to…" Rodney shakes his head. "They're WINGS."
"I know. Okay. I get it. I see them. But if the power source is what's causing the problem, don't you think we should get you away from the power source?"
He has to admit that makes some kind of sense.
"The jumper is just outside. We'll swing down and pick up Ronon and Teyla and Zelenka and head back."
He lets John put an arm around him, only whimpering a little as he pins the wings in place. "Just…don't want them opening up in the jumper."
Rodney nods. "Maybe a blanket or something…" He's tired suddenly and he wonders when the last time was he'd actually slept…it's been days at least. John pulls a blanket out and wraps it around him, over the wings, and they tuck in close to his body, curled around his shoulders almost protectively and it's oddly comforting.
He sits back and exhales, and as the jumper lifts off the ground, Rodney McKay sleeps, wings and all.
