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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Making You Better Chapter 7

"You son of a bitch!" Rodney yelled, his face turning red with rage. He just barely stopped himself from shooting Michael point-blank.

“I see you spend much of your time around John, Dr. McKay,” Michael drawled, smirking at Rodney.

“Where is he?! What have you done to him!?” Rodney said through grinding teeth.

“You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you,” Michael dismissed. The hybrid sighed, glancing at each person in turn, counting the weapons pointed at him. “I won't give him back,” he growled, directing his gaze at Todd again.

"What have you done?" Todd asked with quiet seething anger.

“I made him better,” Michael replied.

Todd tilted his head to the side, eyes locked on Michael. “Explain.”

“You can't undo it,” Michael hissed.

“We shall see,” Todd said. “Explain.”

Michael straightened his back. “I simply expanded on the Iratus RNA in his blood with a few wraith traits,” Michael said off-handed.

“Oh no,” Carson groaned, shoulders drooping. Michael smirked.

“Explain,” Todd demanded again with more venom. He was pretty sure he knew where this was going, but he wanted to hear it from Michael's mouth.

“He had everything he needed to become a queen among hybrids. He just needed a little help,” Michael said, shrugging.

“Don't you mean 'king'? He's a man,” Rodney said, confused.

“No, he means 'queen',” Todd said with barely controlled anger.

“Wait, what?” Lorne asked.

“There's no such thing as a king among wraith. The queen acts as the center of a hive mind and increases their numbers, much like a queen bee in a bee colony,” Carson explained softly for the benefit of those confused. “How did you do it?” he demanded of Michael.

“That would be giving away my secrets,” Michael chastised.

Todd roared angrily, as he grabbed Michael by the throat and shoved him against the wall. Michael managed to cough out a laugh as he smiled at Todd's reaction.

“I knew he was more to you than you let everyone believe,” Michael choked out, still smiling. “He's mine now.”

“You know nothing of John Sheppard,” Todd said with an amused scoff. “No one can own Sheppard. He'd never allow it.”

“I didn't give him a choice,” Michael coughed his response, antagonizing the wraith even though he was still strangling him.

Todd let up his hold on Michael but didn't let him go. “You will take us to John Sheppard and explain what you've done to him, so Dr. Beckett and I can fix it.”

“There's no undoing it,” Michael repeated. “He'll never be accepted among those humans again.”

“You don't know us very well, then,” Rodney said. “I don't care if he's male or female, if he's pink or green and slimy, he's still my best friend!”

“I won't give him back,” Michael spat. “I can't. He's my mate.”

Todd suddenly growled loudly and threw Michael against the wall hard, then punched him across the face. Michael fell to the floor coughing, spitting out greenish-black blood.

“How dare you violate him in such a way!” Todd shouted in his multi-toned voice.

“I told you he was mine,” Michael laughed, his hybrid blood dripping down his chin. “You can't kill me, no matter how much you want to. You'd just kill him too.”

“I'm not sure I understand what's going on here,” Teyla said.

Lorne raised a hand to his communicator. “Go ahead.” After listening to whatever was said, the Major turned to Todd and their wraith and Atlantian companions. “Ronon and the others have found a door that seems to be covered in wraith organics. They can't get it open.”

Michael shot up from the floor and ran in the opposite direction while they were distracted and before anyone could react. Lorne aimed his P90 at his back, but Todd pushed the muzzle down before he could shoot.

“We can't kill him,” the wraith hissed, as Teyla took off after Michael. Todd and the others quickly followed suit.

“Watch out! Michael's coming your way!” Lorne yelled into his com. “Do not shoot. Repeat. Do not shoot!” After a moment, he added, “That means no blades either, Ronon.”

Michael heard the people chasing him and ran faster. He pulled a stunner from his belt and fired blindly behind him. He managed to stun a few wraith and marines but it didn't help much. Teyla was still catching up to him.

He turned forward and put all his focus back into running to his mate. They would not take him away from him!

Michael rounded a corner and fire his stunner at the humans outside the bedroom door. Most of them ran and took cover around nearby corners, the rest were hit by the stunner and went down.

Michael ran to the door, ducking blasts from Ronon's gun. The door opened as he got to it and whooshed shut behind him just before Ronon could follow him through. He went straight for John, who had his eyes closed. John had been fairly unresponsive since Michael had secured him to the bed.

He could hear Ronon pounding on the door, between blasts from his energy weapon. It would take a while, but he would eventually get through that door.

Michael pulled the syringe loaded with sedatives that he'd been carrying around just in case John put up a fight or caused trouble. He was about to inject John when the door opened. Teyla ran in first. He'd keyed the door open only for those with both human and wraith DNA. He'd forgotten about Teyla's heritage.

Todd was in the room after her, a stunner in hand. He didn't bother with it, though. Todd threw himself at Michael, tackling him to the ground and forcing him to drop the needle.

The wraith and wraith hybrid fought each other as Teyla went to John.

When she got a good look at the state her friend was in, the Athosian didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to get him free of all the tubes and what seemed to be tentacles.

Ronon pulled Todd off Michael, a little surprised by how mad the wraith was. Though, he could understand. He was pissed too. “How do we get him out of this?” he asked of the bloodied Michael.

“You don't,” Michael answered, then lunged for the needle he'd dropped.

Todd put a stop to that by stomping on Michael's hand hard enough to hear bone crunch. “Give the command to release him,” the wraith growled.

Meanwhile, Carson was examining what he could of John on the weird wraith bed. He was intrigued by the whole thing but also a bit disturbed by it. There were strange tentacles wrapped around John's naked body. There was one down his throat apparently feeding him nutrients and providing oxygen as well. Another was going between his legs and Carson had a decent guess as to the function of that one.

The marines stood around, while Ronon steadily got angrier and angrier as they all took in the sight of their respected and beloved commanding officer. Their minds were blown at the changes that were made in such a short time. They noticed the greenish, deathly pale skin, the loss of body hair and the just noticeable wraith nasal slits.

Lorne dug out a foil thermal blanket from his pack and covered John's lower body with it.

By this time, Todd and Teyla had wrangled Michael into a set of cuffs, both of them being none too gentle. Not after what they've seen.

“I don't even know where to begin getting him out of this mess,” Carson said. “I could probably cut him out, but I don't know if that would hurt him or not.

“Give the command,” Todd hissed, giving Michael a shake. Michael simply smirked silently. “If you do not, I will assist Dr. Beckett in removing him the hard way,” the wraith said. “But I don't think you want to risk John getting hurt any more than we do. And we certainly won't be just leaving the two of you here. John Sheppard is leaving this place, one way or the other.”

Michael glared at Todd silently. A moment later, the tentacles retracted, releasing John's body. John inhaled loudly as the slimy appendage pulled out of his throat. John's eyes slid open and he looked around at all the people looking at him. His eyes glanced over Carson, Lorne, and Rodney, then they landed on Todd and Teyla and he finally sighed in relief.

“Carson, please tell me you can fix me?” John begged his doctor, his voice scratchy from disuse and having the tentacle in it.

“I'm going to try my best, John,” Carson responded with a smile, happy that he seemed okay.

A snarling sound came from Michael and John froze after his flinched noticeably. Seeing this, Ronon turned his gun on the mad hybrid and stunned him. Todd let him fall to the floor limply.

Rodney finally came forward, helping Carson to sit John up. He produced clean pants from his pack and handed them to John, who accepted them gratefully. They helped him to stand and pull them on. John tried not to look at anyone. He knew what he looked like now.

Lorne took off his tack vest and shrugged out of his jacket, then handed it to his commanding officer, replacing his tack vest after. John took the jacket, looking the Major in the eye by accident, but all he saw was a relieved smile looking back at him.

"Good to see you again, Colonel," Lorne said while handing him his own sidearm. "There's still a bunch of those hybrids out there, so you'll need this. But you'd feel safer with it in your hand anyway."

“Yes, I would,” John agreed, taking the Beretta from his second-in-command. He looked over at Todd, noticing the tension in the wraith's stance. “Todd. Is something wrong?”

Todd blinked, clearing his throat. “He wasn't exaggerating when he said he'd made you a queen.” He glanced at the other wraith who had followed them into the room. They couldn't seem to stand still, which was odd for wraith. “The pheromones are fairly potent.”

John paused, glancing around at the wraith in the room. “Am I gonna have a problem with you guys?”

“No,” Todd answered immediately. “We have control of ourselves than that.”

"You sure? Michael sure didn't," John asked, muttering the last part to himself. Carson heard him though, making a mental note about other possible trauma.

“You are safe with us, John Sheppard,” Todd promised, nodding his head once.

“Can we get outta here, then?” John asked the room at large.

“Yes, sir,” Lorne said, leading the way out.

One of the bigger drone wraith slung Michael's limp body over his shoulder.

To be continued.

There is plenty more of this to come.
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