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Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008, 12:47 pm
sheafrotherdon: Five, One Twenty, Seven Thousand (And Some)

Five, One-Twenty, Seven Thousand (And Some) by sheafrotherdon
~ Episode tag to 4x15: Outcast. ~300 words



When John comes back, his stride is shorter, as though his father's death has shaken the rhythm of his breath, his being; as if at any moment he might stumble if his mind weren't furiously bent on the effort of standing tall.

Rodney knows him. There's no Ancient device to measure will, but Rodney knows fractals, the tug and shift of time, theories of gravity; he can calculate the determination carried in the clench and release of John's empty hand, the skitter of his gaze.

He doesn't expect John to come to his bed that night.

John doesn't.

For four days they circle, a team bent on grace. They say nothing, make no accommodation. A glance would be enough to disturb what's held together with instinct and coffee, anger and routine, so they offer kindness in a spray of ammunition, ritual bitching, the arc and mocking impact of a bantos stick.

It's that evening – five; one-hundred-and-twenty – that he comes home in darkness, sheds his clothes with a weariness Rodney can appreciate – seven-thousand-a-hundred-and-some. He pushes into Rodney's bed with his back to Rodney's body, self-protective still – half-curled away from the touch he doesn't ask for and suggests he doesn't need. But Rodney knows him – slides a hand from shoulder to elbow, over hip to belly, pulls him close and noses the back of his neck. John shudders head to toe, lets out a breath that scatters like buckshot.

"Rodney – "

"Shhhhhh." And Rodney brushes his lips to the bump of a vertebrae, fits his body to the arc of John's spine. "We're sleeping." Knee to knee; heel to ankle.

John nods; his stubble rasps against their pillow. "Son of a bitch," he mumbles, and Rodney tightens his hold.

"I know," he whispers, and presses lips to sweat-damp hair.



the numbers deciphered: five days, 120 hours, 7000+ minutes since John came home

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 05:57 pm (UTC)
kassrachel

For four days they circle, a team bent on grace. They say nothing, make no accommodation. A glance would be enough to disturb what's held together with instinct and coffee, anger and routine, so they offer kindness in a spray of ammunition, ritual bitching, the arc and mocking impact of a bantos stick.

asdjfsdklfjdakfj;dkfj

Oh TEAM. Oh BOYS.

This is so lovely.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 05:59 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

teeeeeeeeeam! they love their John, they do!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:01 pm (UTC)
dogeared

asd;falsdfaksdfjadfl;kj oh John, and the whole team helping to hold him together, and lets out a breath that scatters like buckshot, oh that's gorgeous, and Rodney there when he comes apart, of course he is, meeeeeeep. Oh this is really lovely, Cates.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:42 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

*snorfles best Jenns*!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:01 pm (UTC)
amberlynne

Oh, you pack so much into such a wee bit of space. How Rodney understands John, how the Team just works and John. That son of a bitch says so so much. *rubs hand over heart* Just lovely.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:42 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

*snorfles youuu* ♥

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:03 pm (UTC)
tex

I can see this - this is how it would happen. They'd give John space, wouldn't crowd him and just be ready for him, when he's ready. Just like this. It's perfect.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

thank you SO MUCH, love ♥

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:03 pm (UTC)
moonlightnrain

Beautiful and lovely, but I feel stupid. I've read the sentence with the numbers three or four times and I fail at deciphering it. Help?

Edited at 2008-06-12 06:05 pm (UTC)

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

five days, 120 hours, 7000+ minutes since John came home ♥

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:05 pm (UTC)
lamardeuse

Oh, wow. Yes.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:06 pm (UTC)
sihayab

Oh, perfect John, holding himself together by sheer force of will!

Perfect team -- protecting without coddling.

Perfect Rodney -- the man who can't be patient for anyone but John . . .

Marvelous!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

thank you so much, sweets!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:09 pm (UTC)
winter_elf

Oh John! Unable to unbend, take comfort, so they all circle, offering silent support. And when John finally relents and comes to Rodney, still trying to deny needing. Lovely.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

thank you, sweets!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:12 pm (UTC)
yarnaddict

Oh. Oh, damn, Cate. You... this... they... *flappy hands*

Yes.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

♥!!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:20 pm (UTC)
auburnnothenna

Oh, team. ritual bitching That's what it is after four years, but the phrasing of that, the rhythm if you read it aloud is so lovely on a technical basis too. So damn good, I'm always envious.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

♥ thank you!!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
viggofest

The first sentence alone is masterful, truly.

I confess I don't get the numbers either. I assume the five is because it follows the fourth day. Are the rest of them measurements of time? I am prepared to feel stupid, so lay it on me!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:38 pm (UTC)
moonlightnrain

Yeah, I was thinking 5th day, 120 minutes... but I got lost at 7,000....

I fail. It's beautiful, but I fail. :)

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 06:51 pm (UTC)
solvent90

the arc and mocking impact of a bantos stick.

oh, I love that. The rest is gorgeous too, but that captures something wonderful that makes my breath catch. TEAM, yes.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

thank you, love!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:02 pm (UTC)
em_kellesvig

You capture grief and comfort so well.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:45 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

aw, thank you, sweets!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:08 pm (UTC)
slian_martreb

But Rodney knows him – slides a hand from shoulder to elbow, over hip to belly, pulls him close and noses the back of his neck. John shudders – head to toe – lets out a breath that scatters like buckshot.

Oh, boys.

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:45 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

♥!

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:09 pm (UTC)
beeej

Oh. ♥♥♥

Edited at 2008-06-12 07:10 pm (UTC)

Thu, Jun. 12th, 2008 07:45 pm (UTC)
sheafrotherdon

♥!!