Healing

Author: Bria

Website: Bria's Fandom Creations

Disclaimer: Firefly and Stargate belong to various companies. No money is being made from this story.

Rating: NC-17

Recipient: par avion

Scenarios: Simon (FF) / Daniel (SG1)

Words: 2,520

Daniel watched Simon as he deftly sliced up the fresh produce they'd managed to pick up after a successful drop off.  He was fascinated by the other man's hands, light and delicate, the surgeon's touch obvious.  He propped himself against the table, leaning into one hip.

"Need help with that?" he asked with a grin.

Simon glanced up, smiling.  "I think I've got it, but thank you."

Daniel nodded and continued to watch him. 

A 'Gate malfunction had stranded Daniel on PSX-247 a month earlier.  The 'Gate had then disappeared.   The planet, which the MALP had shown to be lush with vegetation was almost a desert, with nothing but sagebrush and sand and one sluggish stream.  There had been no sign of the rest of SG-1, the MALP, the 'Gate or a DHD.  The interesting ruins were even more ruined, the writing so obscured, Daniel couldn't decipher even one word. 

In the three days he'd spent on the planet, camped by the stream, he'd decided there must have been a solar flare that had caused him to time travel to a time when the 'Gate had either not been placed there yet, or had been taken down.  Daniel was guessing the latter.  Where the rest of the team was remained a mystery.  Perhaps an electrical malfunction at the same time, which split the team?  It was unlikely, but possible.  Daniel had been detained in the 'Gate room by Janet, leaving almost a full minute after the rest of the team. 

On the fourth day, a ship had arrived.  She was called Serenity, and her crew was there to pick up cargo from storage sheds on the other side of the ruins.  Her captain, Malcolm Reynolds, had offered Daniel passage to a populated world in return for some translation work and as an extra guard for the cargo.  The job had worked out so well, Daniel had elected to remain on Serenity, keeping an eye out for 'Gates.  He'd determined he was at least 400 years in the future, and no one knew where Earth-that-was, as they called it, was anymore.  He still hoped to find a 'Gate to get him home, but without being able to predict solar flares, he doubted it was possible.  He was hoping to run into the Asgard somewhere, but neither Captain Reynolds nor any of his crew had ever seen an alien.  No Goa'uld.  No Tok'ra.  No Asgard.

He'd found a book that referred to the 'Gates, written in Russian, in an old bookstore.  It spoke of them as fiction, though, and had no useful information for getting him home, or about what had happened to the Stargate Program.  He did know that Earth-That-Was had been used up, not destroyed by the Goa'uld, so he hoped his friends had lived long and full lives.  It wasn't, however, the sort of thought he allowed himself to have very often.

He'd settled onto Serenity, the way he'd settled into most places in his life. While always on the lookout for a way home, he knew it was unlikely and that he had to make the most of things they way they were.  The crew had been welcoming, interested in his stories of the 'Gate and Earth.  He was fascinated by their mix of culture—American West and Chinese, blending seamlessly.  While he related to the crew well, he and Simon had struck up a strong friendship.  Intellectual, quiet, a bit awkward, they'd seen kindred souls in each other.  Daniel was happy to have found a friend to share a drink with or a talk with on the long nights in space.  It kept him from going mad missing Jack and the others.

He opened his mouth to ask Simon if there was anything else he needed, when Mal walked in. 

"Dinner's gonna have to wait, boys.  We're 'bout to the drop off point.  Daniel? I need you," he said in a tone that brooked no argument.

Daniel shrugged, and flashed Simon a smile before heading off after Mal.  Simon stared after them, wondering why the kitchen seemed a bit colder.

"Be careful," he said softly, to no one in particular.

On the planet, Daniel separated slightly from Mal, Jayne and Zoë, surveying the scene, searching for signs of danger or irregularity, as Jack had trained him to.  He tensed when he saw that River had followed them off of Serenity.  She shouldn't be off the ship, he thought, watching as she wandered over to a patch of wildflowers.  The drop off was supposed to be simple enough, but anything could go wrong at any time.  He crossed to her quickly.

Her face was lifted to the sky, eyes closed, as she seemed to breathe the forest in. 

"River, what are you doing?" he asked quietly, not wanting to startle her. 

"There wasn't any sun.  Not for a long time," she replied, equally quietly.  "It's been dark and lonely."

He nodded.  "I know.  But it's not safe out here.  We don't know who's going to show up uninvited.  You should be on the ship."

Her eyes opened, and she focused on him.  "You'll protect me, and the sun will shine again." 

Daniel glanced at the bright sun.  "River, sweetheart, the sun is shining now."

She shrugged, meeting his eyes with a burning intensity he found disturbing.  "Only on the outside.  It needs to shine inside as well." 

He opened his mouth to reply, but shots being fired from the direction of the ship made him draw his gun, dropping into a fighting stance.  He could see Mal and Zoë, shooting their way back to the ship, the cargo forgotten, as shots were fired from the surrounding tree line.  He heard Vera firing, and Jayne's cursing telling him the mercenary was safe for now.  River stood, staring, eyes wide. 

"Thunder's coming..." she said softly.  "It'll block the sun." 

"River, get down," Daniel ordered impatiently, pulling at her.  She knelt beside him, as he tried to plot their best route to Serenity.  The shots were only coming from one direction; they weren't surrounded.  Yet.   Shielding her with his body, he pulled her towards the ship, firing in the direction of the hidden shooters, praying he was laying down some cover.  He saw Jayne break for the ship in front of him, clear it, make it in.  With a sudden burst of speed, he left the cover with River.

"Run," he ordered her softly.  Silently, she obeyed, clinging to his hand.  They'd almost made it when pain pierced his side.  He heard her scream, saw the earth moving towards him, and somehow managed to upright himself fast enough to drag her on board.

As Mal closed the hatch behind them and they took off, Daniel collapsed in the cargo bay.  River was screaming, and he noted the blood on her dress. 

"Oh, God," he gasped out, around the pain. "Somebody, help her.  I couldn't..." And then there was only darkness.

Daniel woke up in the infirmary, the bright lights hurting his eyes as he opened his eyes.  He shifted slightly on the bed, wincing at the almost immediate pain in his side.

"Daniel?" Simon was almost immediately by his side. 

"W-what happened?" Daniel asked, his voice hoarse.

"You were shot," Simon said quietly.  "In the side.  On the way back to Serenity with River."  He touches Daniel's forehead gently, feeling for a fever, as he tries to compose himself.  "You put yourself between them and her."

Daniel remembered the blood.  "She was hurt.  There was so much blood."

"Yours," Simon said simply.  "River's fine.  Thanks to you."  He smiles, and it lights up his whole face, making him seem even younger, more beautiful. 

Daniel stared for a moment, feeling the coolness of Simon's hand on his skin, and enjoying the warmth in the other man's eyes.  He smiled a bit.  "And my prognosis, doctor?" he asked lightly.

"You'll survive," Simon said wryly. His hand moved to cup Daniel's cheek of its own volition. 

"Thank you."

Daniel leaned into the hand, slightly, before nodding.  "Of course."

Simon moved his hand away, and smiled at him.  Daniel smiled back.

Daniel's wound was a clean shot, and it healed fairly quickly.  Mal put him on kitchen duty, which left him a lot of free time.  He spent it mostly with Simon and River, reading, talking, and recuperating.  The next two jobs went smoothly, River seemed content, and Daniel allowed himself to relax.

He found himself looking forward to seeing Simon more and more, getting nervous when he headed to the infirmary.  When Simon examined his wound, he shivered slightly at his touch.  Simon noticed, he had to, but he never said anything.  Daniel was sure it was his imagination when Simon's hands lingered a bit longer on his bare skin the next time.

He dreamed of Jack that night, his hands, his mouth, all in places they only went in Daniel's dreams.  The dream was nothing new.  He'd been plagued by it since coming back from Abydos, burying it in his subconscious.  This time it was different.  Halfway through the dream, the hands on Daniel's skin softened, the fingers around his cock were more delicate, the mouth latched to his gentler.  He hardened as the pace picked up, lips and hands and cocks everywhere, the way they are in dreams and when he came, he woke himself crying out Simon's name, his cock throbbing.

He didn't realize he'd cried out so loud, until the door of his bunk opened. 

Simon stood there, looking flushed and rumpled from sleep, but worried.  "Daniel?  Are you ok?"

Daniel sat up, shaking from the dream, and from residual desire. "I'm fine.  I...I must have had a nightmare."

Simon looked at him steadily.  "I thought I heard my name."

Daniel looked away.  "I was dreaming.  I don't know what I said."

Simon came in, sat on the edge of Daniel's bed, and gently cupped his cheek.  "You're slightly feverish," he said softly.  "Your wound's almost healed, but there could be a residual infection."

Daniel shivered under his touch, his nearness almost too much.  "I'm fine," he said shortly.

Simon smiled slightly, "I'm the doctor, Daniel.  I get to be the judge of that."  Tentatively, he ran his hand down the side of Daniel's face, before brushing his thumb gently across Daniel's lower lip.  Daniel closed his eyes.  It had been far too long.

"I don't know, Doc," he said lightly, "I may need a rather thorough examination."  He blushed as soon as he said it, unable to believe the words tumbling out of his mouth.  His eyes flew open and he cursed his subconscious mind.  "I...I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

Simon was grinning.  "Well, that's a bit of a disappointment," he said before leaning in and brushing a kiss lightly across Daniel's mouth before pulling back.  "I was looking forward to doing my duty."

Daniel froze at the touch of Simon's lips, then smiled.  "Ah, well, far be it from me to keep you from your sworn oath, Doctor." He leaned forward, meeting Simon halfway, lips meshing and merging. 

Simon's tongue slipped out, dancing along Daniel's lips, asking for entrance, which Daniel eagerly gave.  Their tongues met, tasting, exploring, slipping around each other.  Simon moaned softly into Daniel's mouth, his hand tangling in Daniel's short hair, holding him close.  Daniel took control of the kiss, thrusting into Simon's mouth, moving from gentle exploration to demand born of need.  His hands slid down Simon's back, and under his shirt, tugging it off in short jerky movements, breathless when forced to break the kiss. 

"Daniel," Simon said, panting a little.  "Are you...is this what you want?"

Daniel answered with a little growl, pulling Simon back in close, skin meeting skin.  "As long as it's what you want, that would be a definite yes."

Simon gave his assent in a visceral kiss, using his more stable position to push Daniel back on the bed.  Their hands moved almost simultaneously to the other's waists, pulling and pushing and kicking material aside until they were both naked.  Daniel groaned as Simon's cock slid along his, arching into him, demanding closer contact.

Simon broke the kiss, ever the doctor.  "Easy, love.  You've still got stitches."

Daniel growled low with frustration.  "Don't want easy."

Simon pulled back, an amused smile.  "As flattering as that is, I'm afraid it's doctor's orders."

Daniel smiled a dangerous smile.  "I've never been good with orders, Doc." 

Simon grinned.  "I can relate to that.  But in this case, I promise to make it worth your while." 

He leaned back in, nipping at Daniel's jaw.  "Hold still." 

His tongue darted out, tasting along Daniel's jaw line, nibbling at his ear, flicking down his neck.  He suckled the sweet spot between neck and shoulder, making Daniel writhe and whimper.

He worked his way down, as Daniel's fingers clutched at his shoulders and his head.  His tongue cleverly worked one nipple, then the next, teasing them to firm buds.

"Simon..." Daniel's voice was a plea. 

"Shhh..." Simon whispered. 

When Simon's mouth closed over his cock, Daniel was hard pressed not to scream.  Simon's tongue was far too clever, his fingers caressing Daniel's balls and stroking behind them.  Daniel tried to thrust upwards, but a firm hand on his hip held him still.  Despite his release from the dream, Daniel felt himself harden to a painful point almost immediately.  Simon worked him, skillfully, thoroughly, pushing and suckling him closer to the edge.  He paused a moment, to lick one finger, then resumed running his tongue around the head of Daniel's cock, as he gently pushed one finger inside.  Daniel's hands clenched and he moaned, low and long.

Simon gently took up a rhythm with finger and tongue, sucking and thrusting together, the tip of his finger reaching to brush against Daniel's prostate.  Too quickly, Daniel found himself on the edge.

"Simon," he gasped, a prayer and a warning.

Simon increased his pace and his pressure, crooning a bit.  The vibrations pushed Daniel over, and he came, hard, his body convulsing.  Simon swallowed, running his tongue up Daniel's length before gently easing his finger out, and sliding back up Daniel's body to cradle him. 

Daniel was breathing heavily, sweat cooling and he shivered in Simon's arms.  Simon pulled the blanket up over them both, holding him close.

"It is the doctor's opinion that you are well on your way to recovery," he said with a soft laugh.

"I'm glad to hear it," Daniel managed to say.  "I'm going to have to find a way to pay my doctor's bill, though."  He kissed Simon deeply, his hands wandering lower until Simon stopped them. 

"No need to pay," Simon said quietly.  "Not tonight anyway.  The doctor says you need to sleep."

"That's not fair," Daniel said, protesting.

Simon kissed him, deeply, longingly.  "You, my love, are not quite well enough to pay your bill just yet.  I think I'll wait to collect."  He gives Daniel a wicked little grin.  "I still have a few more tests I need to perform."