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Black Sunshine	By : Prentice Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Stargate Atlantis Views: 2429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Black Sunshine

By Prentice (aka C.Harper)

Rating: FRAO

Pairing: Sheppard/McKay; Preslash

Warnings: Angst, Dark, Hurt/Comfort, M/M Sexual Situations, Blood, Gore, Violence, Rodney Whumping. Sheppard Whumping.

Feedback: Aye, please!

Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. If they were, these poor boys would never catch a break.

Beta: None, so all mistakes are mine. But I�d love for one if there are any volunteers.

Story Note: Yet another, darker, twist on the 'Aliens Made Me Do It' genre.

Author�s Note: I�ve never written in the Stargate, much less the McShep, universe before so I�m not very sure how this turned out. If it is too far out there in terms of characterization or storyline, forgive me, I�m new at this. :wink:

Summary: He hadn�t betrayed them, no matter what they believed.

Black Sunshine

Prolog
Death.
You can't escape it.
That's an acrimoniously hideous fact.
One day you will die. One day the sun will rise, the world will turn and you won't be a part of it. You'll just be a memory; a small reminiscence to someone you once knew and even that, over time, will disappear as they themselves die or simply think about you less and less.
Death is as good as never existing. Death is as good as disappearing. Forever.
Rodney McKay knew this. He knew this because he was a scientist and scientists deal in facts. Death is a fact, death is a truth, and truth is golden to a scientist. No matter what some would have you to believe.
Every aspect of your life, every moment of your day, is tainted with it. Death touches everything that you are and everything that you see. Through your life, your body is on a constant cycle of death and rebirth and then, finally, death again.
Cells die and are replaced. They're copied and exchanged until one day, the copy of the copy of the copy is no longer good enough and you, as an entire being, dies. No amount of exercise, no amount of good nutrition, no amount of praying or believing in any one deity will stop this.
You.
Will.
Die.
Even the food you eat is tainted with death. The meat you eat is from an animal that had to die to feed you. The vegetables and fruits you ingest were cut from the vine and, if left long enough, will begin to rot and decay just you will one day.
But you - we, everyone - Rodney included, pushes these simple facts aside. We just don't think about it. It's safer that way. It's saner that way.
Thinking of death, living with it, consciously making it a part of you isn't something that humans are equipped to do. We shove it away from ourselves and ignore it, even when someone close to us has died. We comfort ourselves with memorial services, tombstones, memories and just don�t think about it for too long. And, that's fine, that's perfect, that�s acceptable.
We're only humans, after all, and humans are allowed to die. We�re fragile and delicate and even when we don�t want to do, we do anyway. It�s above and beyond our control and that�s the way of it.
Rodney has always accepted this, even if he doesn�t particularly like it. One day his life will be over and his genius will gone. He will die, just like everyone else. But not today, not tomorrow and not any time in the foreseeable future.
He�s still young and in relatively good health. Barring a major anaphylactic episode, a freak accident or the Wraith, he will continue to be in good health even when he is old. His mind won�t crumble away, he�s sure, so quickly that he won�t be able to finish the things that he has started and he certainly has a firm belief - though this was never voiced - that he will live far longer than most simply because he isn�t the type to leave things behind unfinished.
And, it wasn�t until he was face to face with the wrong end of a P90 that his beliefs began to change.
Quickly.
"Major?" The scientist whispered, face shuttering as his legs crumbled beneath him. His already abused knees slammed into the hard packed earth, jarring his broken arm painfully and causing a strangled whimper to escape his bloodied lips. Beads of perspiration decorated his upper lip, forehead and body, making him shiver uncontrollably. He felt so cold, so cold. "Major, please don't do this. You can fight it, I know you can. Those bastards are controlling you, using you, and I--" He began to turn around.
"Don�t move!" John Sheppard snarled, taking a threatening step forward and pressing the end of the P90 against the back of Rodney�s head, forcing him to stare down at the dirt and scattered foliage decorating the ground before him. He voice shook with rage. "I'm not the one they're controlling McKay! It's you! You!�
Rodney shook his head, the hard metal of the gun brushing against his skull and disturbing his muddied locks. Bile began to rise in his throat, the acrid taste causing him to choke slightly on his words. �No, Maj--John! It�s not me! Please, you have to listen to me, I�m begging you!�
�You turned your back on your team!� The Air Force Major growled, nudging the gun closer to Rodney�s head. �You killed Ford! I saw you! We all saw you!"
Rodney shuddered, a garroted sob gargling in his throat even as warm tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. He could feel the throb of his heartbeat in his throat; hear the rush of blood past his ears and taste the coppery tinge of nerves in his mouth. "No, John, no. I didn�t. I -- If you'd just let me shut down the shield, you would understand. Those people, they�they did something to the--"
"Shut up!� Rodney flinched, automatically trying to turn his head to see the man. �And, don�t fucking move!�
"John, please," he begged, staring blurrily at a ball of dirt, leaves and rock a few feet away. How he wanted to turn around, to see his friend and try to make him understand. But now, all he could do was stare at the dirt and pray that John wouldn�t pull the trigger. �You don't want to do this."
"Shut up,� John hissed, �you had your chance to explain back at the village, McKay! Instead you shot Aiden. You shot him, McKay! Point blank in the chest! He didn't even have time to defend himself!"
There was a crunch of leaves as John stepped forward, the tip of his dirtied boots coming into Rodney�s peripheral vision. The P90 dug into the astrophysicist�s head, rubbing a spot raw. �He was our teammate, our friend!�
�You have to listen to me!� Rodney cried then, desperation plain to hear. He had to make John listen, he had to. If he didn�t, he would die here. �That wasn�t Ford! I swear to you, Major, it wasn�t him!�
A disbelieving grunt sounded beside him. "Then who the fuck was it, McKay? Santa?� Another crunch of leaves and John was suddenly standing above him, gun now pressed against his down turned forehead. �All I saw was my second-in-command being shot by his own fucking teammate!"
"No, I would never�I didn't." Rodney rasped, a wave of nausea and dizziness causing him to sway dangerously. His entire body was shaking, cold sweat and nausea draining the little blood he had left from his features. �It wasn�t him.�
It wasn't Ford. It couldn't have been. He'd seen the younger man being dragged away during the raid. He was sure of it. That thing that Rodney had killed might have looked like Aiden, talked like him and even sounded like him but it was not him. Rodney was sure it. Was betting his life on it.
"And what about Teyla?" John demanded, slicing into Rodney�s thought like a hot knife through butter. The cold ball in Rodney�s stomach exploded and white dots flashed before his eyes. "What about her? Going to tell me where she went or did you kill her too?"
His teeth chattered. "God, I don't know, John, I don't know. She was there one minute and gone the next. They--they must have taken her too. That�s the only, only reasonable explanation. I just�I don't know."
There had been times, more so on missions that went wrong than any time else, where Rodney had seen a new side to John Sheppard. There were many faces to the man, many guises but this one staring back at him was new. Something he had never seen before, not even when they were facing life-sucking Wraith, the Genii or any other wayward enemy they had made since stepping into the event horizon to the Pegasus Galaxy.
This was not his friend, this was not John, this was not even Major Sheppard, this was�someone else. Someone who was being controlled by the Elders of this god forsaken planet. Whose ATA gene made him vulnerable in a way that none of them had ever expected; least of all Rodney, whose own weaker gene seemed to do nothing more than tell him something wasn�t right on this world or with John.
"That's all you have to say? You don't know?� He repeated incredulously. �That's pathetic, McKay. Even Kavanaugh would have come up with something better."
Rodney shuddered, a strangled laugh bubbling forth.
He was going to die.
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