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donutsweeper) wrote2008-12-07 09:31 am
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The Things We Do For Our Teammates
Title: The Things We Do For Our Teammates
Pairing/Warning/Rating: SGA fandom, no spoilers, rated G
Word Count: 400
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mad_jaks
Summary: Teyla's condition puts John in a little bit of a bind.
Author's Note: Written for Last Fic Writer Standing round four. (Write a whump fic with John and ONE of his team. John POV.)
“Knock, knock.” Sheppard balanced the bowl he was carrying between his hands and cleared his throat, loudly. “Teyla?”
“You may enter, Colonel.”
Pushing the tent flap aside with his elbow, he walked in. “Um, so, since we’re stuck here till this sandstorm blows over I spoke with Melrurch, the village healer, to see if he had anything that might help with....” He gestured with the bowl at the blisters covering her... Everywhere... “anyway, he said this salve was supposed to stop it from itching and speed up the healing.”
She smiled. “That would be most appreciated.”
He put the bowl down on the rug in front of her. “The only thing is,” he rubbed a hand along the scruff of his neck. “You’ve got all those scratches on your hands from when you tried to stop yourself from falling into that poisonous weed thing, and, well, the salve can’t get in cuts.”
Teyla was still smiling, which meant she hadn’t understood, so Sheppard tried again. “I’ll have to spread it on for you.”
“Oh, thank you, that would be wonderful,” she replied as she started stripping off her clothing. “The sap spread everywhere and the blisters are quite uncomfortable.”
John carefully stared at the bowl and nothing else.
“Colonel?”
Nope, not looking. “Maybe you could wrap your hands up and then spread it on yourself?”
“But the salve might get in a cut. It would be easier for you to assist me.”
But then he’d have to... “I could ask one of women in the village to help you. Melrurch’s wife maybe?”
“John?” Her voice was softer than usual. He knew that tone, she was worried, probably about him. She honestly didn’t understand.
“You’re,” he gestured helplessly in her direction, “you... the blisters. Well, hell,” he finally admitted, “I’d have to touch your woman... parts!”
He did not expect the hysterical laughter that followed.
“John?” she asked, once she’d calmed down. “If I were Ronon, or Rodney, would you come to their aid?”
“Of course, but...”
“There is nothing different here. I am your teammate and in need of assistance.”
“But-”
“Please, John.”
He sighed. “All right, but I’m not looking. And if you say one word to the guys about this...”
“Your fear of my woman parts will remain our secret.”
“No, that’s not what I... Oh, never mind.” John scooped up a handful of the salve. “Come here.”
Pairing/Warning/Rating: SGA fandom, no spoilers, rated G
Word Count: 400
Beta:
mad_jaks Summary: Teyla's condition puts John in a little bit of a bind.
Author's Note: Written for Last Fic Writer Standing round four. (Write a whump fic with John and ONE of his team. John POV.)
“Knock, knock.” Sheppard balanced the bowl he was carrying between his hands and cleared his throat, loudly. “Teyla?”
“You may enter, Colonel.”
Pushing the tent flap aside with his elbow, he walked in. “Um, so, since we’re stuck here till this sandstorm blows over I spoke with Melrurch, the village healer, to see if he had anything that might help with....” He gestured with the bowl at the blisters covering her... Everywhere... “anyway, he said this salve was supposed to stop it from itching and speed up the healing.”
She smiled. “That would be most appreciated.”
He put the bowl down on the rug in front of her. “The only thing is,” he rubbed a hand along the scruff of his neck. “You’ve got all those scratches on your hands from when you tried to stop yourself from falling into that poisonous weed thing, and, well, the salve can’t get in cuts.”
Teyla was still smiling, which meant she hadn’t understood, so Sheppard tried again. “I’ll have to spread it on for you.”
“Oh, thank you, that would be wonderful,” she replied as she started stripping off her clothing. “The sap spread everywhere and the blisters are quite uncomfortable.”
John carefully stared at the bowl and nothing else.
“Colonel?”
Nope, not looking. “Maybe you could wrap your hands up and then spread it on yourself?”
“But the salve might get in a cut. It would be easier for you to assist me.”
But then he’d have to... “I could ask one of women in the village to help you. Melrurch’s wife maybe?”
“John?” Her voice was softer than usual. He knew that tone, she was worried, probably about him. She honestly didn’t understand.
“You’re,” he gestured helplessly in her direction, “you... the blisters. Well, hell,” he finally admitted, “I’d have to touch your woman... parts!”
He did not expect the hysterical laughter that followed.
“John?” she asked, once she’d calmed down. “If I were Ronon, or Rodney, would you come to their aid?”
“Of course, but...”
“There is nothing different here. I am your teammate and in need of assistance.”
“But-”
“Please, John.”
He sighed. “All right, but I’m not looking. And if you say one word to the guys about this...”
“Your fear of my woman parts will remain our secret.”
“No, that’s not what I... Oh, never mind.” John scooped up a handful of the salve. “Come here.”