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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
- 12
- 13
- 14
Making You Better Chapter 13

Teyla met them on the way to the queen's quarters – John's quarters. “John!” she said, catching up to them. “You are alright?”

“Yeah,” John said at the same time Lorne said, “No.”

Teyla sighed. “Ronon has put himself on self-imposed prisoner guard duty again, even though the wraith have dosed Michael with a strong sedative.”

They made it back to John's quarters and Carson stopped Lorne and Teyla from following them in. “Nope, sorry,” he said. “I need to examine his injuries, so off you go!”

Teyla hesitated for a moment, understanding coloring her face. She took a page from her Earth friends and gave John a one-armed hug, instead of her normal show of affection. She gave Carson a nod and pulled Lorne out to stand guard outside John's door.

John trudged over and sat heavily onto the bed, a deep sigh rushing past his lips, as he winced spectacularly. His sigh turned into a groan of discomfort.

“Do you mind if I do an exam, John?” Carson asked carefully, knowing he had to tread lightly with this fresh assault. “I'd like to make sure he didn't do any real damage.”

“It's okay, Carson. You don't have to treat me like glass,” John said, trying for his usual flippancy.

“I just want you to be sure,” Carson said, coming over with exam gloves in hand. “I don't want to add to the feeling of violation.”

John bit his lip, then slowly started removing his clothing. “I'll be fine, Carson.”

“Of course you will, Colonel,” the doctor readily agreed, hoping the reference to his friend's rank might give him a semblance of strength.

John paused when he got to his pants. He was reminded why they weren't quite sitting right on his hips, from when Todd had hastily helped him pull them back up. He flashed back to having them yanked down by a monster he was irrevocably tied to.

Todd hadn't exactly explained what he meant when he told him that Michael had mated him, which apparently wasn't just sex.

“Do you need some help, John?” Carson asked softly, causing John to jump, still managing to startle his patient and friend despite his attempt not to.

“No,” John said stubbornly. He shoved his pants down and kicked them off along with his boxers, which were dirty with things he didn't want to think about.

Carson snapped his gloves on, transitioning to his clinical voice. “I need you to sit your bottom on the very edge of the bed and then lie back. Put your heels on the edge and just let your legs fall open.”

John did as he was told, trying to keep his breathing under control, as he felt the start of a panic attack tightening up his shoulders. His anxiety ratcheted up when he finally exposed his vulnerable parts to Carson. It was only his absolute trust in the doctor that kept John from snapping his legs shut and cowering away.

Carson carefully put his hands on the insides of John's thighs, observing the trauma to the outside first. “Right, you've got some rather definite bruising, which will be uncomfortable for a while. I'm going to move on to the internal exam now.”

With lubricated fingers, Carson pressed gently into John's new unwanted parts. “Some bleeding and tearing just inside there. He wasn't gentle, was he?” Carson asked rhetorically.

"No," John answered anyway. "He really wasn't. He's like a mad man every time he comes near me. Todd and Michael have both mentioned pheromones. Obviously, they don't affect normal wraith as much as they affect the hybrid version."

“Interesting,” Carson commented contemplatively. “Maybe there's some way I can at least neutralize the pheromones. I'll see what I can do. Now then, I need to check on the little one. Michael was rough with you, which means that little baby inside you felt every blow you did.”

“Okay,” John said uncomfortably, getting pissed at the sudden feeling of protectiveness that swept through him. He pushed his feelings down and resituated so the doctor could run a scan on him.

After a few silent moments of Carson running a small wand over his abdomen with a concerned look on his face, John finally broke the silence. “What's wrong?” he asked, fidgeting with the blanket on the bed.

“John, did you fall on your back at all during the ordeal?” Carson asked.

"Yes, Michael practically body-slammed me onto the Jumper floor," John answered.

“You've got some internal injuries. Nothing too serious, mind you,” Carson said. “But definitely enough to make a normal pregnancy difficult. I don't really know what that means for you. I don't know how your body will handle this.”

“What kind of injuries are we talking about here?” John asked, sitting up and reaching for his clothes.

Carson helped John redress, then gently guided him to lay back down on the bed. “I'm putting you on immediate bed rest, John.”

“What's wrong?” John asked again more urgently.

“There's some bruising on your spine and kidneys. A few bruised ribs. It's minor. You probably don't even really feel any of it beyond a bit of soreness. Compared to some of your past experiences, it's almost nothing,” Carson replied. “Most concerning is a slight placental abruption.”

“What does that mean?” John asked, his hand unconsciously going to his belly.

"It means part of the placenta has pulled away from the uterine wall," Carson explained. "If you get hurt again or strain yourself, you could have a miscarriage. That is if you wish to keep it?"

John didn't answer, suddenly faced with the dilemma of losing something he didn't even ask for but had anyway.

“There is danger to yourself as well,” Carson continued. “If the abruption gets worse, you could bleed internally.”

“Bleed from what?” Todd asked from the doorway, having just walked in.

Carson turned and sighed, as John curled up under the blanket. “Michael was overly rough with John, too much so for the baby's health. The injury is such that any further rough treatment could risk both the baby's and John's lives.”

A slow deep growl started in Todd's throat. “It was one of your marines who was weak this time. Perhaps he should be the one to pay the price for your recovery.”

“No!” John yelled, sitting up and ignoring Carson's tutting. “I didn't even want you to do that to the wraith that he manipulated, why the hell would I let you go anywhere near one of my men?! Stay the hell away from him!”

Todd growled loudly, causing Carson to put himself between the two of them. “John, you need to lie back and calm down,” he said, helping his patient to lay back down. Then he turned to Todd. “As for you, there's every likelihood that John will heal just fine on his own, but it's not going to happen if you keep upsetting him and getting his blood pressure up!”

Carson shooed Todd out the door, telling Lorne about the threat to the poor marine who got mind-controlled by Michael.

Then Carson was back with John, letting the Major and Teyla deal with the angry wraith.

“We're only five hours away from Atlantis,” Rodney reported, as he finally visited John in the queen's quarters two days later.

Michael had taken John so far out into the boonies of the Pegasus galaxy, that it even took a wraith hive ship several non-stop days of multiple hyperspace jumps to get back to civilization.

“Good,” John said, nodding from where he was on the bed. “I want a real shower so bad, you couldn't even imagine!”

“I can guess,” Rodney said, smirking. “So, how is the little guy?”

"Fine, as long as I don't do a lot of moving," John said. "Michael, the asshole, did a real number on me. Even the wraith part of me is having a hard time putting things to rights. And Todd keeps threatening to force-feed me someone's life to make me heal faster."

“Well, whose life would he give you?” Rodney asked, frowning. “There aren't any people on board for them to feed from, except us.”

“Yeah, I've had to argue with him about threatening your lives,” John supplied.

“Well, that's... disconcerting,” Rodney responded.

“Yeah, so, the sooner we get back to Atlantis, the better,” John groused.

“We're almost there,” Rodney said, smiling. “In fact, we should be close enough to establish radio contact very soon. Elizabeth will be happy to hear your voice.”

"It'll be nice to hear hers," John said, smiling. He was about to say something else until Todd walked in. John frowned, not wanting to argue with the wraith about something else.

“I'm here to heal your wounds,” Todd announced, raising a hand to forestall John's no doubt scathing reply. “Before you get upset, you'll be happy to know that no one died to supply the necessary energy. Each member of the crew has volunteered to share small amounts of their own lives to achieve this.”

“Boy, you guys really know how to butter a man up,” John said sarcastically. “Why are your crew members so ready to do something like this for me?”

“I have already informed you of our desire to serve a new queen, especially one who is not like all the others. Your genetics would provide this hive with the changes we so desire,” Todd explained. “Our reasoning remains the same,” Todd said, stepping closer to the bed, raising his feeding hand. “Please allow me to heal your injuries.”

John glared at Todd, then finally sighed heavily. “Fine.”

Rodney moved aside with a weird squeak and clutched his tablet to his chest, as Todd kneeled on the bed. The wraith made a soft purring sound as he moved John's shirt collar down out of the way and laid his hand on the former human's chest.

John hissed through his teeth as he felt Todd's 'mouth' latch onto him. The next thing he knew was a wave of pleasure. He threw his head back and uttered a sound that was like a cross between a moan and a shout. John writhed on the bed, Todd purring louder, which all made poor Rodney extremely uncomfortable. He felt like he was watching something he shouldn't be.

“That's just... not right,” Rodney whispered to himself.

Todd hissed in Rodney's general direction, which had the scientist fleeing the room with another weird squeak followed by soft grumbling to himself.

It seemed like forever and only a fleeting moment before Todd finished feeding John's body the energy it needed and pulled his hand away. John panted as though he'd just run a marathon. Todd moved to stand beside the bed.

“Thank you,” Todd said. “It was causing us some distress to work with the knowledge that you were unwell.”

John grimaced, sitting up in the bed. “Well, thank you for figuring out a way to heal me without killing someone.”

“It was my pleasure,” Todd replied, bowing slightly. The wraith looked over to the door McKay had fled through, then turned back to John. “I will not get another opportunity to once again ask you to please stay with this hive.”

“I can't stay here, Todd,” John said, a note of pleading in his voice, wishing for the wraith to understand.

Todd sighed softly. “Then my hive may end up staying in orbit for a while.”

“Why?” John asked.

“If for no other reason than to study Michael's research, and to collaborate with Dr. Beckett on the process of returning you to your former glory after you've had your child,” Todd explained.

“So sure I'm going to go through with this having a baby thing,” John commented.

“I believe you are not the type of person to condemn a child, for any reason,” Todd said. “And, if you truly want nothing to do with the wraithling after its birth, we would gladly look after it in your stead.”

“Wraithling,” John repeated.

“It is what we call all of our immature offspring,” Todd provided.

John nodded. “I'll think about it, Todd. Michael said this pregnancy would probably happen like a human's, that means I've still got plenty of time to figure things out. And, if you guys want to hang around, then Atlantis might even be glad to have your help with a few things,” John smiled at Todd, getting an answering smile from the wraith, though it was a pretty creepy one with his sharp teeth.

To be continued.

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