Episode: Divided

Pairing: Chloe/Rush


A/N: I dig the whole Rush/Chloe thing they've been doing. I think they compliment each other really well and I was enjoying the fact that the writers were moving away from the whole Matt and Chloe predictable relationship thing…


Chloe sat next to the bed, chair propped backwards and her chin on her fist. The door swished open and TJ came in. The two women exchanged a tense moment; it was clear TJ didn't trust Chloe as far as she could throw her but, Chloe mused, it didn't really matter. They were all going to have to work together to get through this; that meant trying to get past the incidents of the past twenty-four hours.


"Hey. He's been asleep the whole time I've been here." Chloe reported, glancing over at the sleeping Rush.

TJ nodded, leaned over Rush and removed the dressing covering the incision in his chest. She checked it over and tossed the gauze in the rubbish bin.

"Looks good. He's probably just taking a little longer than we expected to come out of the anaesthetic. Although if he stays under too much longer, I'd be concerned he was having a negative reaction to the second dose…" Tamara said, by way of an explanation. "Do you want me to take over-?"

"I'm fine. I don't mind staying." Chloe said quickly.

"Avoiding Matt?" TJ asked as she checked Rush's pulse.


"You've been in here with Rush since the coup ended."

"Yeah?" Chloe snapped, defensively. "What about it? Should I go out there and be looked down upon because I'm one of the 'traitors'? No thanks. I think I'll stay in here."

The medic fixed her with a penetrating look, Chloe felt like TJ could read her thoughts and didn't like what they were saying.

"Ok." The blonde woman conceded. "Call me if you need a breather."

Chloe nodded sharply, not looking at her friend as the door opened and closed behind her. Once she was certain TJ was gone, she put her head in her hands and let out an exhausted sigh. Again, she glanced over at Rush; still unconscious and breathing shallowly. There was plenty of room on the bed, Rush didn't take up a whole lot of space anyway. Chloe shrugged, toed off her shoes and slid onto the covers next to him. She lay on her back for a while, staring up at the metal support beams in the ceiling. Inexplicably, she wondered about the intended occupants of these quarters. Destiny had never been a manned vessel, but had there been a crew of Ancients who had been allowed on board before her maiden voyage? Maybe someone had lain in this bed, staring up at these same geometrical shapes in the ceiling, looking forward to… something? What was she looking forward to? Now that she thought about it, Chloe discovered that she wasn't looking forward to a whole lot of anything these days. Evenings with Matt had become mind numbingly routine and only faintly enjoyable.

She found herself thinking about the man lying next to her, motionless and completely unaware of her rather morose inner monologue.

"It's ok. You're ok."

A heavy Scottish accented voice, accompanied by a hand cradling her cheek as she oriented herself with her surroundings after being suspended in a tank of water for hours.

"C'mon. We've got to get out of here."

Rolling onto her side, her hand brushed Rush's side. Hesitantly, she traced the fresh incision before letting her hand rest lightly on his chest. The events leading up to his somewhat forced procedure had been odd. He'd trusted her right away, telling her what Camille and the rest of the civilians planned to do. He'd trusted her with the knowledge that he was carrying a tracking device in his chest. A flash of the expression on his face when the plan had gone awry.

"You can't be serious-" he incredulously.


The determined features had softened immediately when Chloe had asked him to discontinue the plan in order to save Colonel Young and Matt. He'd relented rather quickly, now that she thought about it…

She felt comfortable and safe for the first time in a while. It didn't make any sense and she found that she was more than a little resentful, although of what she wasn't sure. Chloe scooted a little closer, curling her body alongside Rush's. She closed her eyes and, for the first time since their encounter with the aliens, wasn't greeting by nightmarish sights of mind control devices, aliens with transparent skin, and drowning.

She woke sometime later, still lying on her side huddled next to Destiny's resident Scot. Her hand still rested on his torso but now she felt a pressure on her wrist. Her eyes darted up to see that Rush's hand was gripping her wrist, holding it in place. Chloe smiled to herself, shifting slightly.

"Penny for your thoughts." a soft, heavily accented voice said. She almost jumped at the break in the silence.

"How do you feel?"

He chuckled, grimaced, then replied.

"Honestly? As if someone's been poking around in my chest with a rusty coat hanger." The hand that wasn't holding onto her arm touched the sore incision in his chest.

Chloe winced sympathetically before noticing that he was absently stroking her skin with his thumb. She had to fight back the impulse to smile.

"That's pretty accurate, actually. The stone's connection was broken just when we found the tracking device. Without her… It was kind of a trial and error thing."

She found it interesting that he wasn't questioning her presence in his bed.

"I uh… how long've I been out?"

"Not that long. I'm not sure exactly how long, I think I've been asleep for a while…"

"Yeah, you have been. But you need it."

"How long have you been awake?"

One shoulder moved up in a shrug.

"Half an hour or so."

"Why didn't you wake me up?!" she exclaimed, pushing herself up on her elbow to stare at him.

A faint smile crossed his face.

"You looked comfortable… seemed a shame to ruin it. Especially considering that decent sleep is hard to come by, these days."

"I didn't have the nightmare." Chloe said suddenly.

"Me either."

Up until now they'd both been pointedly ignoring the fact that he was half naked and she had fallen asleep curled at his side after letting her hands wander all over him.

"Should we talk about this?" she asked, uncertainly.

"I don't think it's really necessary." Rush said, his expression unreadable.


Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach and she sat up, pulling away from him and trying not to let the disappointment show on her face.

"I guess I'll go tell TJ-"

A pair of arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her back.

"Don't be ridiculous, you daft woman. That's not what I meant at all. Ouch!" Rush's nose wrinkled in a moment of discomfort; he ignored it and held Chloe pinned against him.

"You want me to stay?" Chloe asked, incredulously.

Rush rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Yeah, love. I want you to stay."

"I haven't…. I haven't felt remotely safe since…"

"I know." The arm around her torso tightened as he squeezed her gently.

"I feel safe, now." Chloe said softly. "Here. With you. I don't even feel like this when I'm with Matt."

He chuckled darkly.

"I'm not much help in a fight, love."

Chloe turned around and sat cross legged in front of him.

"You took out that one alien alright."

Rush smiled and looked away.

"Yeah, I did didn't I… He was a bit disoriented from the connection being broken, though-"

Quite suddenly, Chloe leaned forward and kissed him. Startled, it took a moment before Rush returned the kiss. One hand came up to touch her cheek. It was a long, slow kiss and Chloe was breathing rather heavily by the time she pulled away. She blushed, a pleasant pink shade that spread all over her body.

The strap of her tank top had slipped off her shoulder and now left a fairly large expanse of skin accessible. She looked pointedly from Rush to the fallen strap. The Scot merely laughed again, pressed a kiss to her warm skin, and straightened the errant article of clothing. Chloe stuck out her lower lip in a pout that Rush found to inexplicably cause his heart to skip a beat.

"As much as I would love to ravish you 'til you can't walk straight," Rush said with a lascivious grin, his hands absently stroking up and down the insides of her thighs. "I'm still a little sore from Tamara's well intentioned but somewhat amateur rooting around in my internal organs."

"Oh very well." Chloe sighed dramatically, flopping down on her back on the bed.

"You will stay though?" he asked, taking her hand and kissing her palm.

"Of course."


He gazed at her for a long moment.


"I should like very much to ravish you til you can't walk straight." Rush said, extremely seriously.

She giggled. The noise startled her; she hadn't giggled like that since they left earth oh so long ago.

"Fuck it." he growled, nudging her legs apart with a knee and pushing up her shirt to expose soft white skin.

Chloe yelped at the sensation of Rush's unshaven face as he began to move his way up her torso with his lips.

"No no no no nooo! You're all wounded and-" Chloe protested.

Quite suddenly, Rush let out a pained whine and rolled over onto his back, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Are you ok?" she asked, concerned.

"I hate getting old." he grumbled.

"Idiot." Chloe grumbled, smacking him on the shoulder.

Her fingers went to small incision. The skin around the stitches was slightly reddened and bleeding in a few spots. Rush sighed heavily at her, one hand resting on her leg. The dark haired young woman smiled at him and moved to straddle him. Her touch was gentle, feather light as her fingers ran over his skin. Chloe leaned down, putting her weight on the bed rather than him. She kissed him, moving over his jugular to his jaw line until she was finally eye to eye with him.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he murmured seriously, reaching up and twining a lock of her hair around his thumb and forefinger.

"I was about to ask the same thing." Chloe replied just as intensely.

She kissed his scruffy cheek and rolled off him, reaching for his hand and twining her fingers with his. Chloe closed her eyes and nuzzled his arm. Rush let out a soft whine as he manoeuvred his arms awkwardly around her, pulling her close despite the discomfort it caused. He looked down at the soft features of the girl beside him. She'd been through rather a lot, but she was better for it. There was a change in the rhythm of her breathing and Rush saw that she had again drifted off to sleep. There was nothing for it; he was too tired, too sore, and too inexplicably comfortable with the warm body in his arms. Rush fell asleep listening to her breathe.