Summary: Sometimes pleas are answered
"Please don't. Oh, please don't…"
Rodney stood in the middle of the field of wildflowers that surrounded the gate, pleading with the insect perched casually on his right wrist.
Two inches long, striped in yellow, red and black, the creature rattled its wing casings violently and turned around, giving Rodney an unimpeded view of its inch long stinger. He was reaching for the EpiPen in his pocket when it struck, driving deep into the flesh between his wrist bones. He never saw it tear free of the barbed shaft and poison sacs. Rodney was unconscious before he hit the ground.
"Please don't. Please don't."
They'd been the last words out of Rodney's mouth, and now seemed to be the only words John could say, so he kept repeating them.
He refused to leave Rodney's bedside, even after the unconscious scientist stopped convulsing. The alien bug had apparently developed a powerful neurotoxin, meant to incapacitate and soften up its prey.
The team had barely had time to grab Rodney up and run before the rest of the swarm had risen and headed their way. The entomologist hovered in the doorway asking questions. John ignored her.
"Rodney, please don't die."
"Please. Don't wake him, let him… Oh. Hello, Major. Back with us already, I see."
The nurse backed out of the cubicle, wilting under Carson's glare, and John smiled uncomfortably and turned to check on Rodney. He was still and pale.
"He's going to be fine, Major. Most of the toxin never actually left the poison sacs. If it had… Well, we should just be glad it didn't."
Carson's eyes glazed as the scientist in him took over. "I ran a few tests on our lab mice and the reaction was quite extreme. If I extrapolate the data…"
"Don't make such a fuss, Major. I'm alive, I'm awake and I'm hungry. Do you have any food?"
John's vertebrae creaked in complaint as his head snapped up and back, leaving a warm shallow dent in the mattress beside Rodney's untaped arm.
"And so are you. Or possibly not, as I'm forced to repeat my pleas for something nutritious before I fa… fade away completely."
Ignoring his protesting muscles and realigning his spine as he stretched, John straightened up and then leaned over to press a grateful, heated, morning-breath kiss onto Rodney's slightly parted lips.
"Please… Don't stop!"
Carson had ordered complete bed rest for forty-eight hours, and then added the proviso that John should be on top. So Rodney lay obediently still as John licked, kissed and nibbled from his head to his toes, pausing every now and then to mutter into his skin.
"Jesus, Rodney. I just about died when I saw you drop like that. I thought you'd been shot. I don't ever want to lose you."
Rodney reached down and petted John's wild hair, grinning faintly with the knowledge that he was the only one allowed to do so.