SGA ficlet
Aug. 9th, 2006 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntiemeeshGot all my errands out of the way, now I'm just killing time. So I'm challenging myself to come up with some fic in the next fifteen minutes, before I get kicked off the computer. Edit: Okay, it took thirty minutes rather than fifteen.
Warning: Contains some spoilers for Misbegotten and Irresistable (3x02 and 3x03)
Okay, this does involve angry Carson, but it isn't the drabble I own![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pipspebble. I'll write you another one that shows Carson in a better light, hon. I don't really think Carson's a bad guy, but he does have a bit of a passive agressive streak and I played that up in this.
Hell Hath No Fury...
Sheppard entered the infirmary warily. Beckett had been holed up here, wielding his needles with extra vim for the past few days, since they had taken care of the Lucius problem. It was a case of particularly bad timing that Sheppard was up for his annual physical - a much more thorough procedure than the exams they got after going off-world. Between Sheppard's teasing, and a lingering resentment over the events of a few weeks ago with the human-form Wraith, Sheppard was not the doctor's favorite person.
"Ah, Colonel, how nice of you to show up almost on time," Beckett greeted him, with an overly friendly smile. "I wouldn't want you to feel inconvenienced by this or anything."
Oh yeah, this was going to be lots of fun. "Sorry, Doc, my last meeting ran late. I couldn't get away any sooner."
"No matter. Get changed and we'll get started." Beckett handed him a flimsy gown, pulled a curtain to provide at least an impression of privacy and stepped outside the curtained off area. Sheppard barely had time to get changed before the doctor was re-entering the space, without knocking first, John noticed.
The next half hour was one of longest of Sheppard's life. Beckett was relentless, taking a total of six vials of blood - six! - despite the fact that he was privy to Sheppard's entire medical history. All of his instruments were ice cold (Sheppard was convinced the man had been keeping them in a refrigerator for just this occasion) and the infirmary itself was cold enough to keep goose pimples raised all across his body. Finally, to complete the experience, Beckett muttered something about needing to update the Colonel's innoculations and pulled out the largest needle Sheppard had ever seen, which he proceeded to jam into his rear.
"There you go, then," Beckett announced cheerfully. "I'll look these samples over, but from what I've seen I'm sure everything will show up fine. I should warn you that the innoculation cocktail that I've given you will likely cause some discomfort - you may experience a slight fever and muscle aches, as well as some moderate bruising." He handed off a small bottle of ibuprofen and gave Sheppard permission to get changed. "You'll probably want to cancel any other plans you had for this afternoon, Colonel," the man added as he left the small cubicle.
Three hours later, lying in bed, shivering and aching, Sheppard vowed to never send the doctor off-world or tease him again. Beckett had become all too good at the retribution part of the game.
Warning: Contains some spoilers for Misbegotten and Irresistable (3x02 and 3x03)
Okay, this does involve angry Carson, but it isn't the drabble I own
pipspebble. I'll write you another one that shows Carson in a better light, hon. I don't really think Carson's a bad guy, but he does have a bit of a passive agressive streak and I played that up in this.Hell Hath No Fury...
Sheppard entered the infirmary warily. Beckett had been holed up here, wielding his needles with extra vim for the past few days, since they had taken care of the Lucius problem. It was a case of particularly bad timing that Sheppard was up for his annual physical - a much more thorough procedure than the exams they got after going off-world. Between Sheppard's teasing, and a lingering resentment over the events of a few weeks ago with the human-form Wraith, Sheppard was not the doctor's favorite person.
"Ah, Colonel, how nice of you to show up almost on time," Beckett greeted him, with an overly friendly smile. "I wouldn't want you to feel inconvenienced by this or anything."
Oh yeah, this was going to be lots of fun. "Sorry, Doc, my last meeting ran late. I couldn't get away any sooner."
"No matter. Get changed and we'll get started." Beckett handed him a flimsy gown, pulled a curtain to provide at least an impression of privacy and stepped outside the curtained off area. Sheppard barely had time to get changed before the doctor was re-entering the space, without knocking first, John noticed.
The next half hour was one of longest of Sheppard's life. Beckett was relentless, taking a total of six vials of blood - six! - despite the fact that he was privy to Sheppard's entire medical history. All of his instruments were ice cold (Sheppard was convinced the man had been keeping them in a refrigerator for just this occasion) and the infirmary itself was cold enough to keep goose pimples raised all across his body. Finally, to complete the experience, Beckett muttered something about needing to update the Colonel's innoculations and pulled out the largest needle Sheppard had ever seen, which he proceeded to jam into his rear.
"There you go, then," Beckett announced cheerfully. "I'll look these samples over, but from what I've seen I'm sure everything will show up fine. I should warn you that the innoculation cocktail that I've given you will likely cause some discomfort - you may experience a slight fever and muscle aches, as well as some moderate bruising." He handed off a small bottle of ibuprofen and gave Sheppard permission to get changed. "You'll probably want to cancel any other plans you had for this afternoon, Colonel," the man added as he left the small cubicle.
Three hours later, lying in bed, shivering and aching, Sheppard vowed to never send the doctor off-world or tease him again. Beckett had become all too good at the retribution part of the game.
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