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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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Chapter 2

After at least an hour of pulling at the chains fruitlessly, John passed out from exhaustion. When he woke, he found it wasn't so dim in the small room. John looked around for the new source of light, but when he realized there wasn't one, his blood froze. He suddenly felt like he was going to puke.

He was being turned into that thing again. Or something like it.

John just managed to turn his head toward the edge of the table before he coughed up nothing but bile. He didn't know how long ago it was that he'd shared that MRE with Teyla, so he wasn't surprised when he didn't bring up any undigested food.

It was only moments later that the door opened and Michael walked in with another hybrid. The unnamed hybrid had a towel and quickly cleaned up John's mess, then left again.

Michael stood watching John carefully. “You can see me,” he stated. “You're following me with your eyes. So the therapy is working.” He sounded so hopeful, John almost wanted to puke again.

“Go to hell,” John spat.

Michael only laughed, then walked over and turned the overhead light on. John blinked at the sudden brightness, Once his eyes adjusted, he looked around to find he was in a small laboratory.

Dread swelled deep in John's chest like an immovable lump of stone.

“Please don't do this to me,” John practically begged.

“It's too late for that,” Michael said, going to a piece of machinery that looked like a cross between wraith tech and Earth tech. Even his lab tools and computers were hybrids.

John mentally sighed, not sure he wanted to know how he'd gotten his hands on Earth tech.

“Just let me go!” John growled

“Not going to happen,” Michael said, turning to John with a smile. “I've been preparing for your arrival for a long while. I won't let you go now that I have you.”

“You're insane,” John sighed. “You know that?”

“Perhaps,” Michael allowed. “But you'll be like-minded soon enough.”

Michael went over to John with a needle in hand. John tried to jerk away.

“Be still,” Michael said, grasping John's arm and injecting him with something that burned like before. “You're dehydrated, I may need to put in one of the Earth I.V.s to give you fluids. Perhaps that would be best. I can more easily inoculate you if I do,” Michael continued, despite John's silent seething. “It might even speed up the process.” He turned and silently walked out, not waiting for a response.

John went back to pulling at the chains holding him, ignoring the pinch of the metal against his skin.

Michael returned a few minutes later with an I.V. pole and other medical instruments, wraith and Earth tools alike.

“Enough of that now,” Michael said, reaching to still John with a hand on his chest. “Injuries may have an adverse effect on the changing process.”

“Oh no! I wouldn't want to make it harder for you to turn me into an insect!” John yelled.

“Not an insect, John,” Michael said, smirking. “A queen.”

“I'm not supposed to be a queen of any kind!” John spat. “Cross-dressed, slimy green or otherwise!”

Michael ignored John, he simply turned, grabbed a tourniquet and tied it around John's bicep. He found a vein easily and pushed a needle into it. The tubing was a weird wraith kind of thing. Like the tubes, you found in a wraith computer terminal. It wasn't completely opaque, so, John could still see a milky looking liquid racing through it and into his body.

“No, no no no,” John chanted softly, trying to pull at the restraints again.

“Stop doing that or I will have to inject you with something to keep you from moving,” Michael threatened.

The hybrid brought over another wraith instrument and stuck a weird fleshy lead to John's temple.

“To monitor your brain waves,” Michael supplied, even though John didn't ask.

In fact, John was still chanting his mantra of 'no no no' under his breath. Very suddenly, John yanked violently on the chains, managing to break one hand free. Michael was there instantly, wrestling John's arm back down.

Once Michael hand John's wrist secured again, John growled in frustration. He still struggled to get free, even though he was damaging his wrists in the process.

“Please don't turn me into that thing again!” John begged. “I'll do anything!”

“Tempting, John,” Michael hummed, coming toward John with a needle full of a greenish liquid. He pushed the liquid into the I.V. tube, then set it aside. “But I'm already getting what I want.”

John's vision dimmed around the edges and his body seemed to slump out of its tension. “What?” he slurred.

“It's a mild paralytic designed for wraith,” Michael said. He leaned in to look at John's face closer, inspecting his stillness in satisfaction.

Michael hummed in appreciation, then grinned mischievously.

The hybrid held John's face in both hands as he'd done before. The soldier's unresistant body only gave Michael more ideas. That was for later though.

He looked into John's glazed but furious eyes for a moment, then leaned in to seal his lips over John's, pushing his tongue into the slackened mouth. His tongue explored, mapped and plundered his intended's mouth.

Michael began purring at one point. The kiss was absolutely filthy, Michael's tongue laying claim to John's. Their saliva mixed and Michael couldn't taste anything but John Sheppard.

The hybrid pulled back for a single breath, changing his angle and diving in for another taste of his future mate.

John groaned, wanting to turn away from the violation, but whatever Michael gave him was keeping him as weak as a baby. He couldn't move much more than his fingers and eyes. So, of course, he couldn't stop the wraith-human hybrid from practically fucking his mouth with his tongue, when finished counting his teeth with the slick appendage.

Michael's hands suddenly started moving over John's body seemingly of their own accord. Michael moaned, his hands finding their way to John's hips.

Then it was all over faster than it started, Michael's lips were gone along with his hands. Michael slowly composed himself, licking his kiss swollen lips.

“Your body is giving off the hermaphroditic pheromones already,” Michael said. “I'll need to keep better watch over the children.”

John wanted to tense as he tried to catch his breath. He whimpered, unable to move or yell or scream and bitch at Michael for the fresh hell he'd tossed him into.

Michael turned away, moving to the wraith computer terminal. He turned back with yet another wraith implement. John had no idea what it was. Michael grabbed the hem of John's standard black t-shirt and ruched it up until John's chest was exposed. He pressed the weird-looking sort of organic electrode to John's chest, just over his heart. The things seemed to fuse with John's skin.

“To monitor your progress,” Michael said, his voice still a little shaken. “Since your body seems to be responding to the therapy better than I'd hoped.”

John didn't want to know what else Michael was going to do, and couldn't ask him to shut up even though he really wanted to. He wanted nothing more than to shoot the bastard in the face and go home.

Michael went over to another corner of the lab and came back with another needle full of some unrecognizable substance. He injected it into the I.V. tube slowly. John felt a cold sensation race through his body.

“Female Iratus hormones,” the hybrid said, terrifying John with every word he spoke. “To help control your gender change.”

John felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He could do nothing to stop this mad man from changing his body irreparably. He could do nothing but lay there, listening to the mad scientist talk his way through what he was doing to John.

John closed his eyes, the only part of his body that could still move, and let his physical and mental exhaustion take him away from the insanity. Just for a little while.

To be continued.
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