Title: Finding Home
Feedback: Is printed and framed (well not really, but I like getting feedback)
Rating: R (this chapter PG-13 I think)
Category: Slash
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: this story is based on 'Call my name softly' by Ginger Chambers. The characters are from SGA and SG-1.
Unfortunately I don't own them
a/n: many many thanks to shootingsilverstarlight for Beta'ing this story

Finding Home.


"Mister Foreman, have the jury reached a verdict?"

The words echoed through the silent courtroom. All eyes were on the foreman of the jury, the only one of the twelve that was standing. Rodney McKay had his hands clasped close to his chest to try and stop them from shaking and also to stop his pounding heart from leaping from his chest. The tension in the courtroom was palpable and created knots in his stomach as he too waited for the verdict.

"Yes, your honor", the foreman answered.

"Will you be so kind and hand it to the bailiff?

The bailiff took the sealed envelop and gave it to the judge, who opened it. He read the verdict and returned the paper to the bailiff whose job it was to read the verdict out loud.

The verdict of the jury was based on a unanimous decision and was: Guilty.

Before the verdict was read the courtroom had been deathly silent: now the noise was deafening. Angry protests mingled with heart wrenching cries of the family members
of the two suspects. Reporters rushed down the isle so they could be the first to announce the news. Rodney felt like he was paralyzed. It seemed like his body didn't belong to him anymore. He could no longer control it.

With a loud bang from his hammer, the judge requested silence. The two suspects, both men in their fifties, were visibly shaken. The lawyers were busy talking to their clients, but all their talking could not change the verdict.

The judge set a date for the sentencing of the two men before leaving his seat and the noise in the courtroom increased again. The people couldn't believe what had just happened.

Rodney heard all the shouting voices and felt the people looking at him. He wished he could hide under his chair, but his pride wouldn't let him do that. He had done nothing wrong. In fact, he had followed his conscience and done the right thing. He had nothing to be ashamed of.

The two men sitting next to him got up and so did Rodney.

"Well, that's it.", Agent Dean said, a hint of satisfaction colouring his voice. This had been a big case for them, and he was glad they had gotten the outcome they wanted.

"Yes," the other agent, Bates his name was, replied. "That went as well as could be expected."

The three of them had been the most important witnesses: the two FBI agents who investigated the case and he, the one who had broken the silence. Agent Dean shook Rodney's hand and smiled warmly.

"Doctor McKay, you'll understand that our government is very grateful to you, and so am I. It couldn't have been easy for you."

"No…', Rodney said.

Bates didn't even bother to try and say something nice to him. He just shook his hand and nodded his thanks.

The skin on the back of Rodney's neck prickled, and he turned to see several people looking at them. Glaring at them, actually. 'If looks could kill', he thought. When the District Attorney walked up to them with a big triumphant smile on her face, it was more than he could take. He muttered an excused and walked down the center isle with the intention of disappearing out of the courthouse. The group of people blocking the door left him with two options: Push past them to get to the door or wait. He gulped, undecided. He knew all the faces. He didn't want to just push past them rudely, but the looks on their faces made him nervous. They had always greeted him and had been kind to him. Now they looked at him with hate in their eyes.

Close to the door, a woman grabbed his arm. Katie Brown's face was contorted in anger.

"Don't think we will ever forget this! Two decent men… And now look what you did to them!" she hissed.

Rodney pulled himself free. "They did this to themselves, Katie."

"Nobody believes that. Nobody believes you!

"The jury believed me."

"The jury was wrong." Katie took a deep breath. "Do you think you can just go back to Oberoth and pretend like none of this happened? Do you know what you should do? You should go home, pack your things and go. Leave this town and never come back!"

"Should I consider this a threat?" Rodney asked angrily.

"It's not a threat. It's a suggestion. For your own safety, of course. We know how to deal with traitors."

"They're the traitors, not me!"

"That's what you say. If I were you, I'd follow my advice, or else bad things could happen."

"I'm not leaving!"

"We'll see about that! "

Rodney pushed Katie out of the way and turned around. He wanted to run down the hall, but people were blocking his way. He could feel his throat closing up, but he couldn't cry. Not here. Not in front of all these people who hated him so.

"Vicious liar," someone hissed from the crowd.

"Why didn't you mind your own business!" shouted someone else.

Head down, Rodney pushed through the crowd, trying his best to ignore the taunts and shouts. He'd only just made it out of the courtroom when he got swarmed by reporters and photographers asking him questions and taking what seemed like hundreds of pictures.

He was just about to lose it and start shouting at them when the two FBI agents he had helped came to his aid. Agent Dean started talking to the camera's, making an official statement and while the focus was on him, Bates managed to clear a path for Rodney. He slipped away and used the side exit to the court building to get to the car park. He ran to his car which he had parked it in a remote location, hoping to get away unseen.

That hope was crushed when he saw his car. All four tires were slashed, the antenna broken and his windshield wipers bent, making them look like the broken wings of a bird.

He looked around, but saw no one. Whoever did this had obviously left a long time ago. There was a note stuck under one of the broken windshield wipers. It read:

'Leave Oberoth! If you stay, we will get you!'

Rodney grabbed the piece of paper and ripped it to pieces. He'd stay! He wouldn't be intimidated. Not by anyone!

His resolve crumbled when he saw a group of people on the sidewalk across the road. All of them were residents of Oberoth and people he had once called 'friend'. Now though, the hate in their eyes chilled him to the bone. Fear swept over him and he was tempted to hide in the bushes to his left, but it was too late. They had already seen him.

Acting on impulse he jumped in his car and locked the door. He couldn't go anywhere. Not with four flat tires, but at least the car offered some sense of security. They passed his car in a deadly silence but Rodney could practically feel their glare through the car window.

Rodney remained motionless as he waited for them to go. When they had finally rounded the corner, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was safe, at least for now.

That thought shattered when he heard a car suddenly start and rev behind him. He immediately dove for cover.