Bad Karma, Part 2 of 2
Aug. 11th, 2009 02:30 amTitle: Bad Karma
Author: Soledad
Fandom: Stargate - Atlantis
Rating: Adult, but not so much that it would need to be friends-locked.
Genre: Angst, mostly. Some erotica.
Characters: Peter Grodin, Kavanagh, Bates' team in background, unnamed Genii thugs.
Pairings: Grodin/Kavanagh.
Spoilers: Mild ones for "Underground”.
Summary: Be careful what you ask for. You might get it.
Disclaimer: The characters and the settings don't belong to me. Just the insane story idea.
Author’s note:
Continued directly from Part 1
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Ten minutes later, the Genii guards were knocked out, unconscious, bound on their hands and feet with the rests of the rope the two scientists had managed to remove from themselves, and even gagged with pieces of rope, so that they wouldn’t be able to alert their peers. Kavanagh took their weapons, handling the mean-looking things with an expertise that impressed and frightened Grodin at the same time. This was the man people considered a jerk and a coward? Right now, Kavanagh seemed competent, level-headed and determined to save their asses, no matter the cost.
At the moment, Grodin actually believed that he would be able to do so. And wondered whether the other man was truly such a jerk as McKay and many others assumed. Whether Dr. Weir hadn’t been unjust to him. After all, when had Kavanagh considered anything else but the safety of Atlantis? Had it been really such a cowardly thing to say that risking the entire expedition for just six people is an irresponsible decision? Or had they all bought into the typically military mindset that wouldn’t hesitate to kill dozens of people just to bring out someone’s dead body from a war zone?
In any case, right in this moment, Kavanagh seemed to know very well what he was doing. The whole luring the Genii guards in a trap and pulling them out of circulation had been done with extreme efficiency and detailed accuracy. Just as the man always worked in his lab. Who’d have thought that the same unnerving pedantry would work so well on off-world missions?
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~The End~
Author: Soledad
Fandom: Stargate - Atlantis
Rating: Adult, but not so much that it would need to be friends-locked.
Genre: Angst, mostly. Some erotica.
Characters: Peter Grodin, Kavanagh, Bates' team in background, unnamed Genii thugs.
Pairings: Grodin/Kavanagh.
Spoilers: Mild ones for "Underground”.
Summary: Be careful what you ask for. You might get it.
Disclaimer: The characters and the settings don't belong to me. Just the insane story idea.
Author’s note:
Continued directly from Part 1
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ten minutes later, the Genii guards were knocked out, unconscious, bound on their hands and feet with the rests of the rope the two scientists had managed to remove from themselves, and even gagged with pieces of rope, so that they wouldn’t be able to alert their peers. Kavanagh took their weapons, handling the mean-looking things with an expertise that impressed and frightened Grodin at the same time. This was the man people considered a jerk and a coward? Right now, Kavanagh seemed competent, level-headed and determined to save their asses, no matter the cost.
At the moment, Grodin actually believed that he would be able to do so. And wondered whether the other man was truly such a jerk as McKay and many others assumed. Whether Dr. Weir hadn’t been unjust to him. After all, when had Kavanagh considered anything else but the safety of Atlantis? Had it been really such a cowardly thing to say that risking the entire expedition for just six people is an irresponsible decision? Or had they all bought into the typically military mindset that wouldn’t hesitate to kill dozens of people just to bring out someone’s dead body from a war zone?
In any case, right in this moment, Kavanagh seemed to know very well what he was doing. The whole luring the Genii guards in a trap and pulling them out of circulation had been done with extreme efficiency and detailed accuracy. Just as the man always worked in his lab. Who’d have thought that the same unnerving pedantry would work so well on off-world missions?
( Read more... )
~The End~