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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Making You Better Chapter 9

Michael paced in his cell. His mind was filled with his mate and his hatred for those who were keeping them apart. There was no way he'd be able to live without him, now that he'd had a taste of him. He felt like he was going mad. The scientific side of his brain wondered at that. This was unlike typical human or wraith behavior. It's as though mixing the two species had created a whole new race with its own set of rules.

He glared at his guards, which included the human oaf, Ronon Dex. The Satedan stood with his back against the wall across from the cell, glaring back at him. He looked as though he wanted to kill Michael and was just waiting for an excuse to do so. Michael wished he'd try something, so he could escape and find his mate.

“Stop thinking about him,” Ronon growled, grinding his teeth angrily.

Michael stopped his pacing. “You do not tell me what to do,” he spat.

“I do if you're thinking about going anywhere near John Sheppard,” Ronon replied.

Michael snarled, stepping up to the door. “He's mine!”

Ronon shook his head. “No, he's not!” He was tempted to pull his gun and put an end to the hybrid, but he'd been warned by Todd that killing Michael could cause problems for Sheppard. “The moment Dr. Beckett tells me you aren't needed to keep John alive, I'm going to end you.”

“That's never going to happen,” Michael shook his head, smirking. “He'll die without me.”

“That won't be the case for much longer,” Todd said, coming down the hall to Michael's cell.

Michael's attention snapped to the wraith. “What do you mean?” he hissed.

“I'm going to change him back to a human, as much as is possible,” Todd answered. “Once he gives birth anyway.”

A heavy silence filled the air, Michael staring at Todd unblinkingly. “It worked,” Michael breathed. Todd watched him with his head tilted. “I must see him,” the hybrid growled. “Now!”

“No,” Todd responded lowly. “You won't be going near him ever again. I'll keep you alive as long as is needed to ensure John Sheppard's good health, but you will never lay eyes on him again.”

Michael roared, slamming his weight into the cell door, snarling and growling as Ronon pulled his gun and aimed it at him. Todd simply tilted his head the other way, pushing Ronon's gun down with his non-feeding hand.

“Your aggression is quite interesting,” Todd commented. “An adverse reaction to the mating of two hybrids, perhaps.”

“It doesn't matter!” Michael spat. “He's my mate!”

“So you keep informing us,” Todd drawled, amusement in his tone. “Dr. Beckett and I need to know what genes you altered and how.”

“I'm not going to help you change him back!” Michael hissed. “He's better now. Perfect!”

“He doesn't think so,” Todd replied. “He's much less outspoken than usual.” The wraith stepped up to the cell door. “I suppose that might have something to do with the process that impregnated Sheppard in the first place. I don't believe he would have consented to the act. Not with you.”

Ronon growled and re-aimed his gun at Michael. “I'm going to kill this asshole!”

Todd pushed Ronon's gun down again. “We can't do that just yet,” the wraith said, staring at Michael's seething face. “It'll take longer, but we'll undo what you did.

“Good luck with that,” Michael said, smirking.

John woke up suddenly, sitting shot upright so fast he felt disoriented and almost toppled over again.

“Whoa, John!” Carson said, walking over to the bed and sitting beside John. “Take it slow, lad.”

Carson had Kenny retrieve most of the tools he needed to do his work and bring them into the queen's chambers – John's chambers. He didn't think John would like to wake up alone at the moment. Todd had commandeered most of the marines to help keep Michael corralled. Teyla was resting until it was her turn to take over watching over John, and Rodney was way too loud for his presence to be prescribed by any sane doctor.

“You're alright, John,” Carson soothed.

John took one look at Carson, then shot off the bed and ran for the wraith equivalent of a bathroom to empty his stomach of bile it only had to give.

“That'll be morning sickness, I expect,” Carson said, handing John a wet cloth to wipe his face. “I think it is anyway. I don't know for sure, all things considered.” When John was upright once more, the doctor got ready to brooch an uncomfortable subject. “Uh, John, there's a serious conversation I need to have with you. Before Todd gets back.”

“What?” John asked, wiping himself clean and moving to the weird sink thing to rinse his mouth out.

“I need to know if you actually want to... go through with this?” Carson asked hesitantly.

John stared at his friend and doctor for a few long moments. “I don't know,” John finally said. “Wait, why couldn't you talk about this with Todd here?”

"Well, apparently, wraith are very pro-life when it comes to wee baby wraith," Carson said. "But I think it's really up to you, John. It's your body and your life."

John bit his lip. “I need to think about this. I mean I never planned for something like this, even when I was married and my wife would've been the one getting pregnant. The subject never really came up.” John frowned. “Unless my dad was in the room. Then it came up no matter how uncomfortable everyone else was.”

Carson gave a soft snort of amusement. "Okay," he said. "Just let me know what you decide. I can help you talk through it too if you like. Or would you prefer to talk to Teyla about it?" he added. "She can help you list the pros and cons. She might be better able to help you think it over, she's always been better at those kinds of conversations."

“Yeah,” John said. “I don't know. I don't know what to do about any of this!”

Carson sighed and put his hand on John's shoulder as he guided him back to the bedroom. “Well, until you can come to a decision, I'm putting you on bed rest just to be sure no harm comes to you or the little one,” the doctor ordered.

“The little one,” John repeated dazedly, putting a hand to his belly. He sat on the bed, lost in thought. “How did this happen?”

“I hope you mean that rhetorically and haven't actually forgotten,” Carson said.

John gave a sad smile. “Oh, I remember,” he said. “I won't be forgetting that any time soon.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened in more detail?” Carson asked, sitting beside him.

“Not now,” John repeated his earlier answer.

Carson sighed through his nose. “You're going to have to talk about it at some point, John,” he said. “It's not healthy to keep it all bottled up, Colonel. Even if that's what the military taught you to do.”

“I don't know how to do anything else, Carson,” John said. “I was taught to keep things buried and out of the way. Can't follow orders or issue orders that won't get everyone killed, if you're too busy thinking about what some asshole did to try to break you.”

“You make it sound like you've been through this before, John,” Carson noted worriedly. “I know you've been captured and tortured before, but have you ever... been raped before?”

John stayed silent for several long moments, chewing on his bottom lip, which sort of answered Carson's question without words.

“Will you tell me who and when?” Carson asked softly.

John didn't answer and Carson sighed again. They sat in silence for several minutes.

“Kolya,” John finally said. “When he captured me and had Todd feed on me. In between the broadcasts... he...” John went silent. He swallowed dryly, looking at the floor. “Probably part of the reason why Todd is being so protective of me. He watched the whole thing.”

“Oh, John, why didn't you tell me?” Carson asked, feeling a little like he'd failed his friend. “Why didn't I see any signs of abuse during your physical when you got home?”

“When Todd restored my life, all my wounds healed,” John said, shrugging.

“Except the mental ones,” Carson argued. “Those don't just go away. No matter how much we wish they would.”

“I know, but I could have lost my job, Carson,” John said softly. “Kolya wasn't the first person to ever abuse me that way. There was a CO when I first joined the Air Force. He liked 'acquainting' himself with all the 'pretty ones', as he liked to say.”

“Did you report him?” Carson asked.

“No,” John said, looking at his friend. “One of the other guys tried. He never came back to the training facility, and the CO never left, either.”

“Oh, my god,” Carson lamented, rubbing a hand down his face.

“You get used to it after a while,” John said, shrugging.

“That's not something anyone should have to get used to!” Carson seethed, clearly angry for his friend and every other soldier that has had to suffer from corrupt and antiquated rules.

“No, it's not,” John put his hand on Carson's shoulder for a brief moment. “But sometimes you have no choice but to suck it up.”

“Do you remember this CO's name?” Carson asked. “I won't tell anyone who told me, but I can at least file a report of suspicion.”

“Nothing will come of it,” John said. “Besides the SGC wanting to know which of their officers may be compromised by past traumas. All it would take is some research into who was ever under that CO's command to put the pieces together. And I don't particularly want that shadow looming over me. That I'm a magnet for sexual abuse. Most people blame the victim when they find out someone has been repeatedly abused.”

Carson only sighed heavily, unable to argue with John's assessment. Most people were bigoted about abuse victims or were simply at a loss for how to interact with them once they learned of their past. So, if John didn't want to make a report, Carson had no choice but to respect his wishes.

“Humans are such primitive things, aren't they?” Todd said from the doorway, scaring the piss out of both of them. Neither of them had heard him come in.

“Dammit, Todd! Don't do that!” John yelled, putting a hand to his chest.

Todd tilted his head. “I'm tempted to keep you from going back to those humans, John Sheppard.”

“Good thing it's not up to you,” John growled.

“It could be,” the wraith argued. “If the other wraith were to learn of the danger you'd be in if you go back to Atlantis, they would be all too happy to assist in making sure you never go back.”

“What? You gonna lock me up, like Michael?” John demanded.

“No,” Todd replied. “But I would send your human friends on their way in the Jumpers they came in.”

“I'll steal a dart,” John countered, standing up.

“Not if I lock out those with the Ancient gene from the controls,” Todd sent back.

“You can't keep me here!” John shouted. “I'm not a damn queen! I'm an Air Force officer!”

“You're much more than that, John Sheppard, and you have been for a long time,” Todd replied, rendering John temporarily speechless and infinitely frustrated.

"No, I'm not" John finally said. "I don't know where you got the idea that..." John suddenly clamped his hands over his ears and groaned, sinking to his knees.

“John!” Carson was by John's side in an instant.

John groaned again and rocked back and forth, his breath shortening into pants of pain. He let out a whimper and finally collapsed sideways. Todd was there to catch him before he could hit the floor, wasting no time in lifting him into his arms and laying him on the bed. Carson brought out a stethoscope and one of the Ancient hand scanners. John barely seemed conscious, but he wasn't completely unconscious either.

“John, can you tell me what's wrong?” Carson asked, speaking loudly in an attempt to rouse his patient.

John whined, hands still clamped to his head. “Michael...” he was able to grunt, just before he lost consciousness.

To be continued.

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