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Making You Better	By : ChibiAyane Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Stargate Atlantis Views: 1240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
- 11
- 12
- 13
Making You Batter Chapter 12

Todd walked back into the queen's chambers about ten minutes later.

“He insists on calling you his mate,” the wraith hissed, as he walked over to John, who was laying back on the bed. “I must heal you.”

“They're just bruises, Todd, you don't need to heal them. They'll be gone in a few days,” John shrugged.

Todd quickly advanced up to the bedside, shoving Carson aside – who squeaked with indignation and kneeled up on the bed. "You'll need all the strength you can get. Don't struggle."

John struggled. “Don't!” He struggled as Todd yanked his shirt open and put his feeding hand to John's bare sternum. John gasped and stiffened as life was forced into his body, his struggling slowed as his breathing sped up.

Carson stood off to the side, shaking his head. The wraith was really going to push John away if he didn't stop making the Colonel's decisions for him.

John groaned as he felt his bruises heal, as well as the wound from the contact with Todd's feeding hand. Todd finally pulled away, after a long silent minute of pushing life into John Sheppard's body. John took a few moments to collect himself before he glared at the wraith venomously.

Todd really should have seen it coming, but apparently, he didn't. The next moment, John's fist collided with Todd's cheekbone and sent the wraith tumbling to the floor.

“I said I didn't want you to do that!” John shouted, his irritation only growing when his split knuckles healed immediately. He shot up off the bed, despite Carson's weak protests. His irritation only rose further when Todd stood up without even a scratch on his face.

“It needed to be done,” Todd reasoned.

“No, it didn't!” John growled through his teeth. “They were just bruises, Todd! I've dealt with much worse injuries than that without a wraith shoving someone else's life force into my body!”

“You need to stop thinking like a human!” Todd hissed.

“And why the hell should I do that?!” John snapped.

“Because you aren't one anymore!” Todd yelled back.

Silence rang through the room.

“Get out,” John said softly. When Todd made no move to leave, John picked up the closest thing to him, which was Carson's tablet – unfortunately, and flung it at Todd's head. Todd ducked easily, allowing the piece of Earth tech to careen over his head and crash into the wall. “Get the hell out!” he shouted.

Todd wisely retreated, as did Carson. Once out the door, the doctor turned to the thick-headed wraith.

“I warned you,” Carson said softly, then turned and walked away.

Todd growled and stomped off in the other direction.

It was only the next day when the shit hit the fan again.

John was hiding in the dart bay, in the pilot's seat of Jumper One. Well, he was pretending that he was hiding, he was pretty sure most of the crew of the hive knew where he was, as did Lorne.

As an extension of Atlantis, the Jumper had a telepathic connection to John. She was practically singing to him. Atlantis didn't care if he was part wraith or part bug. To her, he was still John Sheppard, the human closest to being an Ancient. The Jumper was almost begging him to go flying. He would have loved to go, to just fly away, but he knew he'd be brought back kicking and screaming – if not by his fellow Atlantians, then definitely by Todd.

John fiddled with the controls, playing with settings, wondering if he should run a flight simulation just for the hell of it.

He sighed when he heard someone walk up the ramp of the Jumper. So much for hiding. He turned in his seat and froze, as he came face to face with Michael, who was armed with a stunner and a Beretta.

Suddenly worried that Michael may have killed someone, John shot out of the seat, intending to try and disarm the hybrid.

Michael leveled the stunner at John's chest. “Sit,” he ordered. John sat down slowly. “Good, you can fly us out of here.” Michael reached out and pressed the button that closes the rear hatch.

John shook his head. “I'm not flying us anywhere, and you can't operate a Jumper without me.”

Michael sighed softly. “Don't make me do things the hard way, John.”

“Not gonna make it easy for you either,” John replied.

Michael kept his eyes on John, as he put the stunner and the handgun down on one of the back benches. He stepped forward and grabbed John's face in both hands, a gesture he seemed to enjoy doing, and crashed his lips against John's.

John tried to pull away before Michael's lips could make contact, but he wasn't fast enough. He used his position in the seat as leverage to push Michael, just as the hybrid tried to push his tongue in.

Michael fell back against the wall, but it didn't seem to faze him. He straightened back up, an almost manic grin spreading across his face. John saw the glint in Michael's eyes, as his pupils dilated, then he looked down and saw the bulge in the hybrid's pants grow bigger.

“Oh crap,” John muttered. He knew that look on Michael's face, it always preceded a sexual encounter with the hybrid. John's weird pheromones driving the man crazy with lust every time. It was like Michael went into a rut every time he was near John.

John made a move to reach for the lever to the rear hatch but Michael grabbed him around the middle and hauled him to the floor in the front compartment. John hit the floor with a loud and painful clatter. He kicked his knees up, hoping to hit Michael in a sensitive area, while the hybrid wrangled John's flailing arms.

“You will not resist me!” Michael growled, finally pinning John down with his body halfway leaning against the wall. Michael was planted between John's thighs, the hybrid using his advantage to hold John's arms pinned to the wall above his head with one hand.

They were both panting from the exertion by the time Michael was done wrestling John down. John glared up at Michael furiously.

“Go to hell,” John hissed, still wriggling around under the hybrid's weight.

Michael said nothing, silently leaning in to lap at John's throat, then he bit down and sucked a dark bruise into it. As he did that, he used one hand to pull at John's pants, yanking them down his thighs. He lifted his mate's hips and put his bare ass into his lap.

“No!” John growled, his teeth clenched. He tried to pull his wrists free of Michael's grip, getting the back of Michael's hand across his face for his efforts.

Michael pressed his weight into John to hold still, as he fumbled with his leather pants to free his throbbing erection.

“Stop!” John yelled, just as Michael pushed into John's female organ hard enough to hurt. John's whole body tensed up, his jaw clenching shut in discomfort. “Michael...” he whimpered. The wraith hybrid didn't bother with any kind of foreplay or preparation. Pleasure didn't seem to be part of his agenda, as he pounded in and out of John's unwilling body at a punishing pace.

Michael growled in his throat, biting down on John's neck again. He gripped John's wrists tight enough to bruise, as he plowed his mate into the wall.

John stopped calling out vocally, but neither of them realized that John was practically screaming in his head and that of the hive mind.

A very pissed off Todd with a team of seething marines were on their way to the dart bay.

Not knowing this, Michael continued his assault on John's body. He was totally unaware of everything but having his mate under him again, being inside him again after days of going without.

Tears gathered in John's eyes after Michael's teeth broke through skin. He felt Michael's release into his body moments before he heard the rear hatch hiss open. Seconds later, the hybrid was ripped away from John by Todd, who threw him to the marines. They were none too gentle as they stunned him and dragged him away.

Todd watched them take Michael away, then stared down at the trembling form of John Sheppard. His fury rose to a boil when he had to help the newly-minted queen right his clothing.

“I'm going to kill him,” Todd growled in his multi-toned voice.

“Get in line,” Lorne said from beside them. John curled up against the wall, wrapping his arms around his knees. The sight of the dimming light in his CO's eyes angering the Major. “It can't go on like this. Constantly watching and waiting for Michael to take over someone's mind, without knowing who he'll compromise in the process, just so he can attempt to kidnap Sheppard again."

“I will keep the half-breed sedated,” Todd said.

“That's not good enough,” Lorne replied, as Carson finally raced into the Jumper. “No more dawdling. We're going back to Atlantis as fast as this thing will fly. He's not safe here.”

“And if we don't?” Todd challenged.

“I'd rather not go there,” Lorne replied. “He'll be safer in Atlantis, you can't argue with that.”

“'He' is right here,” John said softly from the seat that Carson had coaxed him into.

They were all silent for several long moments.

“Where would you rather be, John?” Lorne asked, losing the formality for this conversation. “On this hive, on Atlantis? On Earth?” He added the last as a passing suggestion, but it had Todd immediately on edge.

At this rate, the wraith was going to have an aneurysm.

John was quiet, staring at the floor. Carson tutted over the state of him but waited for his friend to make up his mind on his own.

“Atlantis,” the Colonel finally said. “I miss my city.”

Todd silently stomped out of the Jumper in a whirl of leather. He reluctantly relayed the command to put the hive on a direct course for Atlantis. He felt an echoing disappointment coming from his crew.

“He wants me to stay here and be their new queen,” John said, watching the wraith walk away.

“Why?” Lorne asked.

“I honestly don't know,” John said.

“Right, well, at least we should get you back to bed,” Carson interrupted. “You've been through another traumatic event and you've been hurt again. You need to heal. The normal way.”

“Okay,” John agreed softly, moving to stand up. When he winced, Lorne went to help him stand and walk out of the Jumper.

For all that John would've loved to stay connected to the little piece of Atlantis, it was not conducive to rest.

To be continued.
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