A fly by the seat of my pants attempt at Dani and ladygris' What If? Challenge.
MGM owns SGA, I don't.
500 on the nose.
Jennifer sat in her wheelchair and waited. It had been a damn crazy few days for her. She'd thought suddenly finding herself in someone else's body was as bad as it could get, but it wasn't even close.
Neeva had shot Rodney in the chest. If Ronon hadn't shown up when he did, Rodney wouldn't have made it. That was enough to make her blood boil, but the anger was tempered by anguish because from Rodney's perspective, it had been her- Jennifer- that pulled the trigger.
She looked up as the door slid open and a tired looking Carson walked into the room.
His eyes brightened when he saw her, but they faded again almost immediately. He looked unsure of what to do or say. Finally he walked over to her and reached for the bottom hem of her shirt. "Right…let's take a look at this dressing?"
Jennifer reached out and prevented him from touching her shirt. When he finally looked into her eyes she said, "It's fine, Carson."
Beckett accepted that and stood up. "Alright, love. I trust you to tell me the truth."
Jennifer sighed and asked, "How is he?"
Carson went eerily still and Jennifer's stomach flipped on its axis. "He's stable," Carson said carefully. "The bullet did a lot of damage as you might expect."
"I need to see him, Carson," she whispered as her eyes begged him to let her. "I need to touch him and tell him it wasn't me."
Whatever Carson was about to say went out the window when he noticed the water buildup in Jennifer's eyes. He walked around to the back of the wheelchair and put his hands on the handles. "You can see him for a few minutes," he said as he pushed her towards the door.
A couple of minutes later Carson brought the chair to a halt next to Rodney's bed. "I'll be outside," he whispered next to Jen's ear and then left the room.
Jennifer only barely heard Carson. Her full attention was on Rodney. She reached over and took his hand in hers, and a piece of her heart shattered when she found his usually warm hand cold and clammy.
"I'm sorry, Rodney," she said softly. "It wasn't me," she explained as the first tear made its way down her cheek. "I know it looked and sounded like me, but it wasn't me." She ignored the searing pain in her side as she leaned closer to him. "You have to be okay so I can tell you that." She pressed her lips against his hand and whispered against his skin, "I love you."
Tears fell freely onto the bed so she closed her eyes to try to make them stop, but they shot open again when she felt his thumb rub her hand. She looked up, and while his eyes were still closed, she could see an attempt at a smile on his lips.
"You'll be fine," she said as she smiled. "We'll be fine."