Adoptinng Rodney 15/?
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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
Warning:
A/N: Well, this is taking a different direction than I had planned. Rodney wants to talk now. It's now from Rodney's pov
Disclaimer: The characters and Stargate Atlantis don’t belong to me and I’m not making anything from this.
Feedback: Yes please
Chapter 15
Rodney was curled up in a ball on his sister’s living room floor. His sobs had quieted and his tears had almost run dry. He didn’t know how long he had been laying there. He didn’t want to open his eyes to the empty strange room.
He felt a weight rest on his side, but refused to look for several minutes. Then he felt small arms wrap around his middle.
“Uncle Rodney,” a small voice woke him. Rodney blinked. He wiped his eyes to clear them. A fog settled in his brain. It had become a familiar feeling upon waking.
Rodney opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings. His back went rigid not recognizing where he was. He looked over at a little girl sitting next to him. “Who are you?”
“I’m Madison,” the girl frowned. “Mommy!” The girl yelled making Rodney grimace and place his hands on his ears.
“Madison, use your inside voice when you’re in the house, remember?”
“Jeannie?” Rodney asked.
“Mer, how are you feeling?” Jeannie kneeled down next to her brother.
“Confused,” he admitted. “But I’m starting to remember. It happens when I first wake up somewhere unfamiliar.”
“Would you like some lunch?” Jeannie asked.
Rodney sighed getting up off the floor. “I guess I should have something. Lizbeth doesn’t like it when I skip meals,” his eyes dropped to the floor and swallowed hard trying to push the lump in his throat down.
“She cares about you,” Jeannie said squeezing her brother’s hand. “They all do.”
Rodney gave her a sad smile and followed her into the kitchen with Madison.
&
Rodney had been living with Jeannie and her family for a month. His emotions were like a roller coaster. He could go for days depressed and a day or two find something to cheer him up. But the good days were becoming less and less.
“Mer, I’d like to talk to you about something,” Jeannie sat down on the couch next to Rodney.
Rodney put down his flash cards and looked at his sister. He fidgeted and picked up the cards again shuffling them in his hands.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jeannie placed a hand on his shoulder. “I just wanted to tell you about this place I’ve found for people like yourself who’ve suffered a brain injury.”
“You’re sending me away?” His voice shook and tears were threatening.
“Oh no,” Jeannie said. “No Mer. I wouldn’t do that to you. You’ve been through enough of that. This is your home,” she swallowed averting his eyes. “No,” she took a deep breath and looked him in the eye again. “This is a place you can go to a few hours a week. I can take you there on my way to take Madison to kindergarten and pick you up at the same time I pick her up. There are activities there that will help you improve your skills and memory. You’ll meet other people who have suffered brain injuries.”
“I don’t want to meet other people who are brain damaged,” he snapped. “I want to be with normal people,” Rodney stood up dropping his cards and went to his room.
&
For the next couple weeks Jeannie didn’t bring up the center again. Rodney was falling into a greater depression as the days went by.
Then Rodney had his first temper tantrum. He was fighting Kaleb with getting a shower taken. He wouldn’t let his brother-in-law help him which meant he wasn’t going to have a shower that day. Except Rodney had other ideas; Rodney ended up with a second degree burn on his arm after attempting the shower on his own.
“Mer,” Jeannie entered his room after the burn had been taken care of and Rodney was now buried under his blanket. “You got a letter from Elizabeth and John today.”
Rodney heard Jeannie walk over to his computer and turn it on. “It’s a video,” she said. “I put the disk in your computer,” he heard her retreating footsteps and then the door shut.
He stayed under his blanket for a few minutes before deciding to come out and look at the video. He sat down at his desk and turned on the video.
The first thing he saw was his living room…no, John and Elizabeth’s living room. Then John appeared sitting on the couch.
“Come on, Elizabeth,” John was waving to someone off camera.
“Just a minute,” he heard a voice that wasn’t as clear, but Rodney knew it was Elizabeth’s.
Elizabeth appeared at last sitting next to John. Rodney could see she had a tissue clutched in one of her hands and her eyes were just a little puffy and tired.
“Where should we start?” Elizabeth asked John.
“We could start by saying hello,” John said. “Hey Rodney,” John waved. “It should be August fifth on Earth as we’re recording this,” that was just two weeks ago.
“Hello Rodney,” Elizabeth said to the camera. “We hope you’re doing well. We worry about you. We hope you’re not giving Jeannie too much trouble,” Elizabeth smiled.
“Everyone’s doing okay. Things are pretty quiet right now,” John said.
They continued to tell Rodney what was going on in the city and what the latest gossip was.
“We really hope you’ll find something that makes you happy, Rodney,” Elizabeth said. “We love you and maybe we’ll be able to visit in a few months.”
“Take care of yourself, buddy,” John said. They waved at the camera and after a moment it was turned off.
Rodney sat staring at the blank screen for several minutes. He wiped a few tears from his face and stood up. Sticking his head out his bedroom door, he yelled. “Jeannie,” Jeannie came out of her bedroom and Rodney asked. “Can we talk?”
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
Warning:
A/N: Well, this is taking a different direction than I had planned. Rodney wants to talk now. It's now from Rodney's pov
Disclaimer: The characters and Stargate Atlantis don’t belong to me and I’m not making anything from this.
Feedback: Yes please
Chapter 15
Rodney was curled up in a ball on his sister’s living room floor. His sobs had quieted and his tears had almost run dry. He didn’t know how long he had been laying there. He didn’t want to open his eyes to the empty strange room.
He felt a weight rest on his side, but refused to look for several minutes. Then he felt small arms wrap around his middle.
“Uncle Rodney,” a small voice woke him. Rodney blinked. He wiped his eyes to clear them. A fog settled in his brain. It had become a familiar feeling upon waking.
Rodney opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings. His back went rigid not recognizing where he was. He looked over at a little girl sitting next to him. “Who are you?”
“I’m Madison,” the girl frowned. “Mommy!” The girl yelled making Rodney grimace and place his hands on his ears.
“Madison, use your inside voice when you’re in the house, remember?”
“Jeannie?” Rodney asked.
“Mer, how are you feeling?” Jeannie kneeled down next to her brother.
“Confused,” he admitted. “But I’m starting to remember. It happens when I first wake up somewhere unfamiliar.”
“Would you like some lunch?” Jeannie asked.
Rodney sighed getting up off the floor. “I guess I should have something. Lizbeth doesn’t like it when I skip meals,” his eyes dropped to the floor and swallowed hard trying to push the lump in his throat down.
“She cares about you,” Jeannie said squeezing her brother’s hand. “They all do.”
Rodney gave her a sad smile and followed her into the kitchen with Madison.
&
Rodney had been living with Jeannie and her family for a month. His emotions were like a roller coaster. He could go for days depressed and a day or two find something to cheer him up. But the good days were becoming less and less.
“Mer, I’d like to talk to you about something,” Jeannie sat down on the couch next to Rodney.
Rodney put down his flash cards and looked at his sister. He fidgeted and picked up the cards again shuffling them in his hands.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jeannie placed a hand on his shoulder. “I just wanted to tell you about this place I’ve found for people like yourself who’ve suffered a brain injury.”
“You’re sending me away?” His voice shook and tears were threatening.
“Oh no,” Jeannie said. “No Mer. I wouldn’t do that to you. You’ve been through enough of that. This is your home,” she swallowed averting his eyes. “No,” she took a deep breath and looked him in the eye again. “This is a place you can go to a few hours a week. I can take you there on my way to take Madison to kindergarten and pick you up at the same time I pick her up. There are activities there that will help you improve your skills and memory. You’ll meet other people who have suffered brain injuries.”
“I don’t want to meet other people who are brain damaged,” he snapped. “I want to be with normal people,” Rodney stood up dropping his cards and went to his room.
&
For the next couple weeks Jeannie didn’t bring up the center again. Rodney was falling into a greater depression as the days went by.
Then Rodney had his first temper tantrum. He was fighting Kaleb with getting a shower taken. He wouldn’t let his brother-in-law help him which meant he wasn’t going to have a shower that day. Except Rodney had other ideas; Rodney ended up with a second degree burn on his arm after attempting the shower on his own.
“Mer,” Jeannie entered his room after the burn had been taken care of and Rodney was now buried under his blanket. “You got a letter from Elizabeth and John today.”
Rodney heard Jeannie walk over to his computer and turn it on. “It’s a video,” she said. “I put the disk in your computer,” he heard her retreating footsteps and then the door shut.
He stayed under his blanket for a few minutes before deciding to come out and look at the video. He sat down at his desk and turned on the video.
The first thing he saw was his living room…no, John and Elizabeth’s living room. Then John appeared sitting on the couch.
“Come on, Elizabeth,” John was waving to someone off camera.
“Just a minute,” he heard a voice that wasn’t as clear, but Rodney knew it was Elizabeth’s.
Elizabeth appeared at last sitting next to John. Rodney could see she had a tissue clutched in one of her hands and her eyes were just a little puffy and tired.
“Where should we start?” Elizabeth asked John.
“We could start by saying hello,” John said. “Hey Rodney,” John waved. “It should be August fifth on Earth as we’re recording this,” that was just two weeks ago.
“Hello Rodney,” Elizabeth said to the camera. “We hope you’re doing well. We worry about you. We hope you’re not giving Jeannie too much trouble,” Elizabeth smiled.
“Everyone’s doing okay. Things are pretty quiet right now,” John said.
They continued to tell Rodney what was going on in the city and what the latest gossip was.
“We really hope you’ll find something that makes you happy, Rodney,” Elizabeth said. “We love you and maybe we’ll be able to visit in a few months.”
“Take care of yourself, buddy,” John said. They waved at the camera and after a moment it was turned off.
Rodney sat staring at the blank screen for several minutes. He wiped a few tears from his face and stood up. Sticking his head out his bedroom door, he yelled. “Jeannie,” Jeannie came out of her bedroom and Rodney asked. “Can we talk?”
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Date: 2007-08-04 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-05 11:22 pm (UTC)Awwww, poor Rodney. Please make him happy again soon. *huggles him tight*
(secretly loves all the Rodney emotional whumping :P)
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Date: 2007-08-08 05:39 pm (UTC)I hadn't thought about it being in b&w but I really love it. I love b&w pictures. I like the use of the quote too. I had never thought of that. *Hugs* thanks a bunch.