Adopting Rodney 4/?
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sg_lab2Title: Adopting Rodney
Author: sg_lab
Rating: G to PG
Summary: “We’re adopting Rodney,” John said. What happens after Rodney suffers a brain injury. Set a few months after First Strike
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Characters: Sheppard, Weir, McKay
Spoilers: First Strike, Sunday
A/N: X-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Disclaimer: The characters and Stargate Atlantis don’t belong to me and I’m not making anything from this.
Feedback: Yes please
Chapter 4.
The next morning John was staring at the clock as he lay in bed. He needed to wake Elizabeth up, but she hadn’t been asleep for very long. They had talked long into the night about Rodney and what the future held for them.
They were just as determined to take care of Rodney, but they needed a plan. They needed to make a schedule for Rodney. Routine was necessary. They knew life on Atlantis couldn’t guarantee a perfect routine, but they had to try.
Elizabeth had a meeting in a couple of hours. They would have just enough time to make a schedule for today and maybe tomorrow.
“Elizabeth,” he nudged her.
“Wha…?” She mumbled into her pillow.
“Time to wake up,” he said.
She turned her head and blinked up at him. She let out a heavy sigh when she realized it was morning and time to get up. “All right,” she yawned. “I’m up.”
He kissed her cheek and got up as well. “I’ll get Rodney up and get his breakfast while you shower and dress.”
After her nod he left their bedroom and crossed the living room to go to Rodney’s room. He knocked a couple of times and went ahead in. “Time to get up, Rodney.”
Rodney was almost completely buried under his blankets. A little bit of hair could be seen peaking out.
“Come on, Rodney,” John shook his friend’s shoulder.
“Why?” Rodney asked when he pulled his head out from under the blanket. “Nothing to do.”
“Oh yes there is,” John said. “We’re going to make a schedule.”
“What can I do?” Rodney asked. “Not smart enough for my old job.”
John winced at the misery in his friend’s voice. “We’ll figure out something, Rodney,” he took a deep breath. “Now you need to get up and get dressed.”
“Don’t need to get dressed,” Rodney said still not getting up. “Won’t leave here.”
“Rodney,” John’s voice held a warning. “You are getting up and getting dressed. What do you want for breakfast?” John pulled out some clothes and placed them at the foot of the bed.
John stood next to the bed looking down at Rodney waiting him out. When he wouldn’t move, John yanked the blankets off him.
“Hey!” Rodney tried to get the blanket, but met resistance.
John grabbed Rodney’s arm and pulled him into a sitting position. “If you’re not going to do it, then I’ll do it,” John yanked off Rodney’s t-shirt and grabbed the fresh shirt.
“I’ll do it,” Rodney took the shirt. In the process of putting on the shirt Rodney found his arms getting tangled. They hung around the twisted shirt.
“Here,” John grabbed the shirt.
“I can do it,” Rodney snapped.
“I’m just trying to help,” John said.
Rodney struggled some more. When his arms stilled and John heard a sniff under the shirt John tried again. “Rodney, could you use some help?”
There was silence for a moment before a quiet yes was heard. John removed the shirt and started over again. He got Rodney to get up and things managed to go more smoothly. Soon Rodney was dressed minus shoes.
“Come on,” John nudged Rodney toward the door. “Breakfast time.”
&
They had worked out a tentative schedule for the next couple of days. Heightmeyer wanted to see Rodney a couple times a week. She had exercises for Rodney that would help his short term memory troubles as well as speech problems. They would eventually work on other things like remembering what objects were.
She also wanted to see his whole team and friends to check on how they were coping. She would have individual sessions as well as group ones with Rodney.
Dr. Zagoran wanted to check on Rodney every other week for a while and then he would see where he wanted to go from there.
John had made the decision to cut back on off world missions. He had discussed this with Ronon and Teyla. The two Pegasus residents had understood and offered to help with Rodney where ever they could. They would go off world with other teams if the situation warranted.
Teyla’s people were settling on the main land of this planet and she decided it was time to spend a little more time with them.
Today there were no appointments for Rodney. Elizabeth had left for her meetings a few hours ago leaving John with Rodney. In that time John got Rodney to watch a movie with him and then play some games on the computer.
“Want some lunch?” John asked checking his watch.
Rodney shrugged not taking his eyes off the computer screen. “Guess so.”
John turned away from Rodney and heard a smack. He turned back and saw his friend smacking the keyboard repeatedly. “Rodney,” John grabbed the other man’s hand. He spoke in an even and calm voice. “Don’t hit the computer like that, you might bust the keys.”
“It’s not working,” Rodney’s voice turned whiney.
John looked at the computer. “It froze,” he said. “Here, just need to reboot it.”
Rodney took the computer back with a big smile. “Thank you,” he then surprised John with a hug.
“Umm,” John patted Rodney on the back. “You’re welcome.”
Before John could figure out what to do next Rodney had let go and returned to what he was doing on the computer.
John had been in the kitchen for several minutes when he heard a howl. He turned to see Rodney standing in front of the stove clutching his hand. It looked like they were going to need to set some rules. Child proofing for a grown man was not going to be easy.
“Come on, let me look,” John reached out toward Rodney only to see his friend pull back.
“Nuh-uh. Hurts,” Rodney was on the verge of tears now.
“I don’t doubt it hurts, buddy,” John waited a moment. “I need to see how bad it is.”
Rodney hesitated for a moment longer before moving forward a step at a time. He put out his hand pointing to where he burnt it.
“Just a little red,” John said. “Let’s put some cold water on it.”
When John had taken care of that little crisis he moved on to finishing lunch. While he was doing that he got a call from Elizabeth telling him she would be home for lunch.
He came out of the kitchen looking for Rodney. When he didn’t see his friend in the living room he went to Rodney’s bedroom door and knocked. “Rodney, lunch is about ready. Elizabeth will be here any minute now,” John spent a moment deciding what to do next when he didn’t get a response.
The front door opened and Elizabeth walked in. “Hey,” she said walking up to him and giving him a kiss. “How has your day been?”
“Not bad til now,” he said. “Rodney’s in his room and he’s not talking to me.”
“Did something happen?” She asked.
“He burned his hand on the stove. I think he’s embarrassed.”
“Why don’t we give him some time,” she suggested.
Rodney didn’t show his face until later in the afternoon. Elizabeth was home and John had to leave for a little while. When she saw him she asked him if he was hungry. He had nodded and Elizabeth retrieved his food. Nothing was said about the incident.
Author: sg_lab
Rating: G to PG
Summary: “We’re adopting Rodney,” John said. What happens after Rodney suffers a brain injury. Set a few months after First Strike
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Characters: Sheppard, Weir, McKay
Spoilers: First Strike, Sunday
A/N: X-posted to
lostcityfoundDisclaimer: The characters and Stargate Atlantis don’t belong to me and I’m not making anything from this.
Feedback: Yes please
Chapter 4.
The next morning John was staring at the clock as he lay in bed. He needed to wake Elizabeth up, but she hadn’t been asleep for very long. They had talked long into the night about Rodney and what the future held for them.
They were just as determined to take care of Rodney, but they needed a plan. They needed to make a schedule for Rodney. Routine was necessary. They knew life on Atlantis couldn’t guarantee a perfect routine, but they had to try.
Elizabeth had a meeting in a couple of hours. They would have just enough time to make a schedule for today and maybe tomorrow.
“Elizabeth,” he nudged her.
“Wha…?” She mumbled into her pillow.
“Time to wake up,” he said.
She turned her head and blinked up at him. She let out a heavy sigh when she realized it was morning and time to get up. “All right,” she yawned. “I’m up.”
He kissed her cheek and got up as well. “I’ll get Rodney up and get his breakfast while you shower and dress.”
After her nod he left their bedroom and crossed the living room to go to Rodney’s room. He knocked a couple of times and went ahead in. “Time to get up, Rodney.”
Rodney was almost completely buried under his blankets. A little bit of hair could be seen peaking out.
“Come on, Rodney,” John shook his friend’s shoulder.
“Why?” Rodney asked when he pulled his head out from under the blanket. “Nothing to do.”
“Oh yes there is,” John said. “We’re going to make a schedule.”
“What can I do?” Rodney asked. “Not smart enough for my old job.”
John winced at the misery in his friend’s voice. “We’ll figure out something, Rodney,” he took a deep breath. “Now you need to get up and get dressed.”
“Don’t need to get dressed,” Rodney said still not getting up. “Won’t leave here.”
“Rodney,” John’s voice held a warning. “You are getting up and getting dressed. What do you want for breakfast?” John pulled out some clothes and placed them at the foot of the bed.
John stood next to the bed looking down at Rodney waiting him out. When he wouldn’t move, John yanked the blankets off him.
“Hey!” Rodney tried to get the blanket, but met resistance.
John grabbed Rodney’s arm and pulled him into a sitting position. “If you’re not going to do it, then I’ll do it,” John yanked off Rodney’s t-shirt and grabbed the fresh shirt.
“I’ll do it,” Rodney took the shirt. In the process of putting on the shirt Rodney found his arms getting tangled. They hung around the twisted shirt.
“Here,” John grabbed the shirt.
“I can do it,” Rodney snapped.
“I’m just trying to help,” John said.
Rodney struggled some more. When his arms stilled and John heard a sniff under the shirt John tried again. “Rodney, could you use some help?”
There was silence for a moment before a quiet yes was heard. John removed the shirt and started over again. He got Rodney to get up and things managed to go more smoothly. Soon Rodney was dressed minus shoes.
“Come on,” John nudged Rodney toward the door. “Breakfast time.”
&
They had worked out a tentative schedule for the next couple of days. Heightmeyer wanted to see Rodney a couple times a week. She had exercises for Rodney that would help his short term memory troubles as well as speech problems. They would eventually work on other things like remembering what objects were.
She also wanted to see his whole team and friends to check on how they were coping. She would have individual sessions as well as group ones with Rodney.
Dr. Zagoran wanted to check on Rodney every other week for a while and then he would see where he wanted to go from there.
John had made the decision to cut back on off world missions. He had discussed this with Ronon and Teyla. The two Pegasus residents had understood and offered to help with Rodney where ever they could. They would go off world with other teams if the situation warranted.
Teyla’s people were settling on the main land of this planet and she decided it was time to spend a little more time with them.
Today there were no appointments for Rodney. Elizabeth had left for her meetings a few hours ago leaving John with Rodney. In that time John got Rodney to watch a movie with him and then play some games on the computer.
“Want some lunch?” John asked checking his watch.
Rodney shrugged not taking his eyes off the computer screen. “Guess so.”
John turned away from Rodney and heard a smack. He turned back and saw his friend smacking the keyboard repeatedly. “Rodney,” John grabbed the other man’s hand. He spoke in an even and calm voice. “Don’t hit the computer like that, you might bust the keys.”
“It’s not working,” Rodney’s voice turned whiney.
John looked at the computer. “It froze,” he said. “Here, just need to reboot it.”
Rodney took the computer back with a big smile. “Thank you,” he then surprised John with a hug.
“Umm,” John patted Rodney on the back. “You’re welcome.”
Before John could figure out what to do next Rodney had let go and returned to what he was doing on the computer.
John had been in the kitchen for several minutes when he heard a howl. He turned to see Rodney standing in front of the stove clutching his hand. It looked like they were going to need to set some rules. Child proofing for a grown man was not going to be easy.
“Come on, let me look,” John reached out toward Rodney only to see his friend pull back.
“Nuh-uh. Hurts,” Rodney was on the verge of tears now.
“I don’t doubt it hurts, buddy,” John waited a moment. “I need to see how bad it is.”
Rodney hesitated for a moment longer before moving forward a step at a time. He put out his hand pointing to where he burnt it.
“Just a little red,” John said. “Let’s put some cold water on it.”
When John had taken care of that little crisis he moved on to finishing lunch. While he was doing that he got a call from Elizabeth telling him she would be home for lunch.
He came out of the kitchen looking for Rodney. When he didn’t see his friend in the living room he went to Rodney’s bedroom door and knocked. “Rodney, lunch is about ready. Elizabeth will be here any minute now,” John spent a moment deciding what to do next when he didn’t get a response.
The front door opened and Elizabeth walked in. “Hey,” she said walking up to him and giving him a kiss. “How has your day been?”
“Not bad til now,” he said. “Rodney’s in his room and he’s not talking to me.”
“Did something happen?” She asked.
“He burned his hand on the stove. I think he’s embarrassed.”
“Why don’t we give him some time,” she suggested.
Rodney didn’t show his face until later in the afternoon. Elizabeth was home and John had to leave for a little while. When she saw him she asked him if he was hungry. He had nodded and Elizabeth retrieved his food. Nothing was said about the incident.
