30 DAYS OF SHEP WHUMP DAY 17 - HIDDEN
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x_erikah_xPrompt #17: Hidden
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Word Count: 467
Hidden
By ErikaHK
There are somethings that remain hidden. Hidden layers that can only be noticed when you live with the same group of people for about five years. It was a long enough time for even Rodney to know every single concealed mask Sheppard had. He had known the man since a little before coming to Atlantis. They had spent nearly all of their working hours together and, if that wasn't enough, their free time too.
And they never really talked about these things. It wasn't in any of their nature. As bad as Rodney was with feelings, Sheppard was a hundred times worse. Whenever Rodney got uncomfortable, he knew that John was feeling the same way or maybe even worse. Rodney was more than fine in changing the subject then. And John was more than happy to comply.
Before they noticed, they were back to discussing Batman comics, remote controlled cars, computer games or simply making fun of each other. That was them. And they smiled and laughed and everything was right with the galaxy. Then Rodney would pretend they hadn't lost an opportunity to share something personal. He would pretend he hadn't seen the face his friend had been making at him. No. He would simply pretend that the annoying grin had been there the whole time.
He couldn't do that now. He couldn't simply turn his face away and pretend it wasn't happening. Sheppard could beg and yell, but Rodney wouldn't listen. He wouldn't be a coward.
So he continued to look. He continued to stare their torturer, promises of blood and vengeance written in Rodney's blue eyes. If a look could kill, Rodney wished it would happen now.
The man simply smiled. He smirked and the bastard's green eyes sparkled as he raised the whip one more time.
There was no scream. No yell. No cry. There was barely a grunt of pain as trickles of blood seeped out from the numerous cuts on John's body.
Rodney saw and John saw too. Their eyes stared at each other.
John knew Rodney wouldn't go. It was all there. Rodney saw John's eyes begging him. But Rodney also saw that John was a little proud of him for staying. And a little thankful too. And all this was happening right before the man with the whip and he didn't even notice. Rodney almost smiled.
When he looked at the torturer's eyes again, it wasn't vengeance Rodney tried to hide. It was pity. Because the man was doing all of this for nothing. He was just sealing his coffin for when Ronon, Teyla and a team of Marines broke into the torture chamber and caught him. All the pleasure he was getting from this would be brief.
And so was all the pain that Rodney and John were going through.
The End
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x_erikah_xWord Count: 467
By ErikaHK
There are somethings that remain hidden. Hidden layers that can only be noticed when you live with the same group of people for about five years. It was a long enough time for even Rodney to know every single concealed mask Sheppard had. He had known the man since a little before coming to Atlantis. They had spent nearly all of their working hours together and, if that wasn't enough, their free time too.
And they never really talked about these things. It wasn't in any of their nature. As bad as Rodney was with feelings, Sheppard was a hundred times worse. Whenever Rodney got uncomfortable, he knew that John was feeling the same way or maybe even worse. Rodney was more than fine in changing the subject then. And John was more than happy to comply.
Before they noticed, they were back to discussing Batman comics, remote controlled cars, computer games or simply making fun of each other. That was them. And they smiled and laughed and everything was right with the galaxy. Then Rodney would pretend they hadn't lost an opportunity to share something personal. He would pretend he hadn't seen the face his friend had been making at him. No. He would simply pretend that the annoying grin had been there the whole time.
He couldn't do that now. He couldn't simply turn his face away and pretend it wasn't happening. Sheppard could beg and yell, but Rodney wouldn't listen. He wouldn't be a coward.
So he continued to look. He continued to stare their torturer, promises of blood and vengeance written in Rodney's blue eyes. If a look could kill, Rodney wished it would happen now.
The man simply smiled. He smirked and the bastard's green eyes sparkled as he raised the whip one more time.
There was no scream. No yell. No cry. There was barely a grunt of pain as trickles of blood seeped out from the numerous cuts on John's body.
Rodney saw and John saw too. Their eyes stared at each other.
John knew Rodney wouldn't go. It was all there. Rodney saw John's eyes begging him. But Rodney also saw that John was a little proud of him for staying. And a little thankful too. And all this was happening right before the man with the whip and he didn't even notice. Rodney almost smiled.
When he looked at the torturer's eyes again, it wasn't vengeance Rodney tried to hide. It was pity. Because the man was doing all of this for nothing. He was just sealing his coffin for when Ronon, Teyla and a team of Marines broke into the torture chamber and caught him. All the pleasure he was getting from this would be brief.
And so was all the pain that Rodney and John were going through.
