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Making You Better	By : ChibiAyane Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Stargate Atlantis Views: 1240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Stargate or its characters. This story is for fun only.

Chapter List
- 1-Taken
- 2-Changed
- 3-Violated
- 4-Cooperation
- 5-Abuse
- 6-Hope
- 7-Rescue
- 8-News
- 9-Past
- 10-Talk
- 11-Attempt
- 12-Assault
- 13-Exam
- 14-Home
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Making You Better Chapter 10

Todd latched onto John's utterance and used his telepathic abilities to see what was happening in John's head. Michael was attempting to take over John's mind, to find out if he was truly with child and to try to escape with John.

With a mental command, Todd had one of the wraith guards stun Michael. Once the hybrid was rendered unconscious, John went completely limp on the bed, his head leaning against Carson's thigh.

“What the bloody hell just happened!?” Carson exclaimed worriedly, picking up his stethoscope once more, as he began checking John's vitals, starting with simply checking his forehead for fever with his hand.

“Michael was attempting to take control of John Sheppard through his telepathy,” Todd said.

“We need to revert enough of his DNA to at least disrupt the telepathic abilities, or Michael's just going to keep taking advantage of it and try that again and again until he succeeds,” Carson said.

“That could put the young one in danger,” Todd growled.

“Not much point in preserving the fetus if John gets hurt or killed,” Carson argued. “Especially if Michael does try that again!”

Todd hissed at Carson, getting in the doctor's face. “We will wait until after the birth to make any alterations to Sheppard's body.”

“Why do you want John to have this baby so badly?!” Carson demanded. “He's not even sure he wants to keep it!”

“You asked him?” Todd hissed again, getting angrier and angrier.

“I'm his doctor and his friend, it's my job to ask him these things,” Carson shot back.

Todd seethed for a few silent moments. “Why is he unsure?” he asked hesitantly, taking a breath to calm himself.

“He was born a man, raised as a man, never had any gender identity crises that I know of. For him, having babies has always been a woman's job, not his,” Carson explained carefully. “Of course he's unsure if he wants to keep a child that he'll have to deliver and take care of. A child that's been forced on him. He'll have no idea how to raise it either, it's part wraith!”

“All the more reason for his to stay with us,” Todd reasoned finally.

“He doesn't want to stay here,” Carson reminded.

“I'm feeling more and more disinclined to allow him that choice,” Todd said lowly.

"You'll only push him away from you and this hive if you take his freedom from him," Carson said. "You'll be no better than Michael to him."

Todd growled deep in his throat, reaching to brush his feeding hand over John's forehead before he stood and turned to leave. Carson only sighed behind him, as the door whooshed shut behind the wraith.

Michael woke up on the floor of his cell. He sat up and adjusted a crick in his neck before he stood and faced the door to see Todd standing there watching him.

“You will never try that again,” Todd hissed softly.

“You have a way of stopping me?” Michael asked, tilting his head.

“No,” Todd answered.

“Well, then,” Michael said, leaving it hanging.

“I'm hoping that by informing you of the mental and physical distress John experienced when you tried to take over his mind, you will refrain without my needing to interfere,” Todd said.

“It would not have harmed him,” Michael replied. “A headache maybe, but nothing that would damage him.”

“If I have to keep you sedated, I will,” Todd warned. “You will never try that again.”

“I will find a way to escape, sooner or later,” Michael warned softly. “With John.”

Todd turned to Ronon, who was still on self-imposed guard duty and grinned at him.

“If he moves or blinks in a way you perceive as threatening or suspicious, shoot him,” Todd ordered joyfully.

Ronon liked the order given so much that he didn't feel the need to berate the wraith for ordering him around.

“Absolutely,” Ronon said, pulling his gun and just waiting for Michael to move. He was even more pissed off after hearing what the hybrid had tried to do.

Michael stared at Ronon, as Todd took his leave. The hybrid curled his hands into angry fists and Ronon fired his stunner at Michael.

John woke again. He was getting pretty tired of waking up from bouts of syncope rather than from just falling asleep like a normal person.

Carson was gone but Teyla was sat beside him on the bed, gently running her fingers through his hair. She was humming some gentle song he'd never heard before. He assumed it was an Athosian thing.

“Hey, Teyla,” John sighed, his voice gravelly from sleep.

“John,” Teyla responded, ending her soft humming, but her fingers only pausing for a moment before she continued the soothing gesture. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I want to finally wake up from this nightmare and get up to work on mission reports and personnel evaluations,” he replied. “Never thought I'd ever miss paperwork.”

Teyla chuckled softly. “I'm afraid that is not possible. For all that you may wish this to be a dream, it is real.”

They were both silent for several long minutes, Teyla's fingers always stroking his hair. John contemplated his situation, wondering what would come along with having a half wraith baby.

He resituated himself until his head was on Teyla's lap. “What am I gonna do?” he asked softly, a weary groan in his voice.

"To figure that out, you must first ask yourself all the necessary questions," she replied. "Or at least the ones you want to be answered." Her hand switched from stroking his hair to brushing it back off his forehead so she could still see his eyes, even though they were closed.

“Which are?” he asked.

“Well,” Teyla began. “Have you ever thought about having children?”

“Once in a while, I guess,” he replied honestly.

“Would you be willing and able to take care of a child that is of your own flesh and blood?”

"If I have to, yeah," he replied, frowning. "I've never really thought of what I'd do with my life outside of the military, so I don't think I'm exactly mentally prepared to raise a child, but if the situation were to arise – which it has – then I guess, I could probably just try my best."

“Do you realize you have many friends who love you and will do everything in their power to help you and protect you and your child?” she asked, a smile in her voice.

John looked up at her. “Teyla, I look like a wraith and the baby will too. No one's going to trust me again, especially the SGC. I'll end up in Area 51 being experimented on.”

"I do not believe General O'Neill would allow that, nor would Dr. Weir," Teyla argued. "And if there is any perceived threat, the people of Athos would gladly keep you and protect you from any harm. I am fairly certain that Ronon will stay by your side and protect you if you need him to. Or even if you do not need him to."

“I'm supposed to be the one doing the protecting,” John groused.

“For now, you will have to delegate your responsibilities to Major Lorne and Dr. McKay,” she said. “Rodney is quite distressed that we didn't find you before Michael completed his experiment.”

“It's not his fault,” John said. “Where is McKay anyway?”

“Working with Dr. Beckett and the wraith scientists of the hive to come up with something to help change you back to a normal human, or in as much as that is possible,” she said. “But Rodney is a little out of his depth in this instance. Shall I got get him so you may see him?”

John shook his head. “Not right now. He'll just get weird-ed out by my face.”

“John, you do not look so much like a wraith that we cannot see the human in you, and recognize you as our dear friend, John Sheppard,” Teyla said.

“My skin is so pale that I look like I'm dead,” John pointed out. “I have wraith nasal slits!”

“But you are still you,” Teyla argued. “We will accept you, and I know Atlantis will be pleased to have you back.”

“I miss Atlantis,” John sighed.

“We will be back there soon,” Teyla assured.

“Todd made it sound like I was never leaving this hive,” John informed.

“No one will keep you from going wherever you please. I will make certain of it,” she promised.

“Thanks, Teyla,” John replied, thankful for his friend's promises, but still doubtful that he'd ever make it home.

To be continued.
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