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Title:Opportunities and Consequences
Cliche: Tentacles
Pairing: John/Rodney, Caldwell/Elizabeth, Ronon/Teyla
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 2177
Beta: mischief5 It should go without saying, all mistakes are mine.
Warning: Biting (non-angsty I assure you)
Summary: A plan is formed to save Elizabeth. Ronon and Teyla arrive at Caldwell's and there are consequences.
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Night Delivery
Opportunities and Consequences
John slouched down lower in the chair. He was bored. Caldwell’s library was starting to feel like-a library. Too damn quiet. His Potential was pouring over the records ignoring him, and the colonel had taken off, so John didn’t even have the fun of baiting him. John was starting to feel a little guilty about that anyway. It wasn’t the same, teasing the old vamp now he that knew Steven was lovelorn and heart-sick over Elizabeth. Even thinking about it made John uneasy. He didn’t know what his own unlife might have become if he hadn’t reconnected with his Potential.
“Hey, Rodney.” John beckoned his Potential over. “Now that Caldwell has left us alone, I think it’s time for a little refreshment.”
Rodney’s reaction was gratifyingly immediate. John watched as Rodney put his papers aside and toyed with the top button of his shirt. It was just a little tease but it made John’s eyes darken with lust. Not that he had any intention of letting Rodney get away with teasing him for long.
“C’mere.”
Rodney crossed the room and settled himself into John’s ready lap, asking, “Where has he gone anyway? We need to make plans and Caldwell should be here for that.”
“The Colonel has gone to see if he can find out anything about Teyla and Dex. He might not be gone long and I don’t feel like wasting the opportunity.”
“Do you want me to conceal us from prying eyes?” Rodney asked.
John considered it. “No, I don’t think I do.” He ran a fingertip over the length of Rodney’s neck, watching the effect it had on his Potential. Rodney instinctively canted his head, giving John complete access to his throat, and his scent was already changing to a warm, spicy lust.
John made short work of Rodney’s shirt, almost tearing it off, and pushed his hips up, matching Rodney's eager thrust in return. John groaned, “If Caldwell comes back before we’re done, let him watch.”
Rodney moaned.
John would never tire of this, never get enough. His beautiful Potential fit perfectly against his body. Strong, solid, and as hungry for John as the libertine was for him. John sank his teeth in carefully, letting himself enjoy the way Rodney’s skin yielded to him. The sweetness of his Potential’s blood filled him as he drank so softly, so slowly. Every drop of blood was as cherished as the magical creature in his arms.
As John held him, Rodney clutched at his shoulders, quietly begging John to give him release. Never intending to tease, John worked their pants open until he had a firm grip on both their cocks. Rodney was hot in his hand, hardness matching his own. John continued to suckle gently at Rodney’s throat while working both of them with one hand. Rodney’s little moans were cursing him, and promising him anything he wanted, if he would just, oh god, hurry the fuck up. John complied with enthusiasm.
The chair would probably never be the same.
John hadn’t meant for Rodney to be the one to have to clean them up afterwards. John enjoyed the job, especially the parts where he got to use his tongue. However, right now he was a sated puddle and could barely move. Rodney had been the one to tuck them both back in, agile hands remembering John’s preference for dressing right. John gave a contented sigh. He was quite happy to have Rodney sucking at his fingers, thoroughly cleaning up every drop of come like John was some kind of exotic dessert.
~~*~~
“I’ve got some info…” Steven stopped mid-sentence. John was even more disheveled than his usual rakish demeanor. Dr. McKay was sitting in John’s lap, blushing like a delicate bride, in a shirt that had somehow come to miss three buttons. Steven pinched the bridge of his nose and reined in his irritation and jealousy. The Potential’s new bite mark stood out in stark relief and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had been going on in his absence. Ten minutes. He had only been gone ten minutes.
“If you don’t mind my disturbing you, gentlemen, I have news. Teyla and Ronon Dex are on their way here. They’re both alive, although my sources report that Dex seems to be injured. He was seen leaning on Teyla, using her for support. My resource wasn’t able to get close enough to tell more than that. Frankly, I have no idea how Ms. Emmagan convinced a vampire hunter to come here.” Caldwell looked in Rodney’s direction. “Unless it’s for you, Dr. McKay.”
“Well, don’t look at me. I have no idea,” said Rodney. “I’ve never even met him. Do I look like someone who would carry on with a vampire hunter? Oh, god. A vampire hunter! Is John in any danger?”
Steven answered, “It’s unlikely any of us are in danger or Teyla wouldn’t bring him here." Steven stood stiffly as if the very idea affronted him, the essence of military bearing from years past. “I suggest we make good use of our time and discuss just how we are going to rescue Elizabeth.”
Rodney let out a harsh breath. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that.” Rodney was obviously uncomfortable with the subject. He was still sitting on John’s lap and John wrapped his arms around him, silently offering his support.
“Colonel, " Rodney continued, “You said Elizabeth always carries a cane, and it’s the exact same one that’s in the picture. I’ve been studying it under a magnifying glass and the silver inlay definitely bears an inscription. I think you’re right; this is undoubtedly her talisman. It should have been left with you. Somehow we have to get you, Elizabeth, and the cane all in one place, preferably close enough to touch.”
“Can’t you just ‘magically’ reach through the mirror and bring her here?” asked Steven.
“Ah,” answered Rodney. “That would be a no. I’ll try to explain. You’ve seen a kaleidoscope? Kid's toy, pretty colors, etc. When you look through one, you’re looking at colored bits of glass, in constantly changing symmetrical forms caused by their reflection in two or more mirrors set at angles to each other.” Rodney looked up at the blank expression on Caldwell’s face. “Just trust me. That’s how your magic mirror works.
“In other words, Colonel, you don’t see the glass -- you see the reflection. It’s like that when you see Elizabeth in the mirror. We can’t pinpoint her location because we’re seeing her reflection through constantly changing time harmonics. She’s there, but we don’t have anyway to know where ‘there’ actually is, in place or in time."
Steven sent a questioning look at John.
“Rodney usually knows what he’s talking about. You can trust him, Colonel.”
Steven sighed. “All right, what should we do?”
“If things had gone correctly, you would have possessed the cane, Colonel. The magical energy in it would have drawn Elizabeth right to you. Unfortunately, it doesn’t do us any good where it is and we have to find another way. With John’s help, I should be able to send energy signatures through the mirror’s doorway. With luck, Elizabeth will be able to detect them and follow the signals back to this location. It’s not quite as efficient as the cane would have been but it should work.”
“Then what?” Steven asked. “I don’t understand why you and John don’t just go in and get her. You’re a Potential, isn’t traveling through time doorways what you do?”
“It’s complicated,” Rodney replied. “I can’t send the energy tendrils out and go through the mirror at the same time.” Neither you, nor John can cross the barrier without me and you couldn’t detect the signals I’ll be generating anyway. If we go in without an energy trail to help guide Elizabeth to us, we could hunt for her for a very long time.” Rodney shook his head in dismay. “I’m sorry Colonel. If we don’t do it this way it could be centuries before we find her. No, our best chance is to wait for Elizabeth to come to us and hope she finds us before the signal fails. I might be magic, but I have my limits.”
Rodney sighed. “What we really need is another Potential, one willing to go through the doorway and bring her back.”
~~~*~~~
They were almost to Caldwell’s mansion. When Teyla had explained that this was their destination, not the Libertine’s residence, Ronon had balked.
“Why not Sheppard’s? At least I trust him. More or less.”
She’d chosen her words carefully in response. She desperately needed Dex to understand. This house was where the Libertine and Dr. McKay were located and they must hurry. It had already taken them longer than she had expected just to get this far.
With the hunter’s birth into a Potential there came violent, magic surges. They were still tormenting him with unpredictable eruptions. Ronon was nearly exhausted, leaning more heavily on Teyla with each passing wave. They made the night air crackle with energy not unlike the effects of heat lightening. They’d had to keep stopping to give Ronon time to adjust. Twice now, it had brought him to his knees and he only managed to continue with Teyla’s help. Each time they halted, she could sense the approaching vampires, gangs of them, and they were getting closer. They sensed the newborn Potential and were drawn like sharks to blood in the water.
Teyla caught Dex as he stumbled again. To her, it seemed obvious that he should claim her. She hesitated to suggest it, unsure how he would respond to being bitten by a vampire. If she tried, and the hunter refused to accept her, his blood would kill her. However, there was one thing Teyla knew with certainty: her protective instincts were fully aroused and she would utterly destroy any vamp that tried to take Dex away.
It had taken another twenty minutes but finally they were on the doorstep of the old Victorian. Caldwell was there waiting for them and Teyla had never been so grateful for a safe haven. Once inside, she vowed the first thing she’d do was ask the Libertine how he’d gotten Rodney McKay to claim him.
Teyla’s vow would have to wait. Ronon was not at all happy to be entering a vamp’s lair and she had her hands full just keeping him from drawing his sword. Caldwell would not appreciate losing his head. She giggled at the thought of the old colonel stomping around his home headless, and quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. Possibly all the strange turns the night had taken was affecting her mind.
“John Sheppard, I need you!” Teyla had no problem yelling out to the Libertine for help. She was glad to have at least one vamp she could trust. He was already claimed by Dr. McKay so he’d have no temptation to claim Dex. She’d trust Steven as well, once he was reunited with Elizabeth.
John came running into the room. “I’m here, Teyla. Hey, Ronon, how about you put some of those knives away, buddy? No one here is going to hurt you.” John approached the hunter cautiously, hands open, trying to be as non-threatening as possible.
“Sheppard.” Ronon actually looked relived to see him.
John stared. “Teyla, is this what I think it is? Is he…?” John had immediately sensed the unusual aura Ronon carried with him now. Its patterns were nowhere as near complicated as Rodney’s. Instead, Dex’s aura was still young and forming right in front of him. It looked like simple ley lines, sparking with energy. They were a far cry from the complex, sensual, patterns of his own mate.
“Do you mean is he a Potential? Yes, Libertine, and I cannot tell you what a difficult time we’ve had getting here tonight.”
Caldwell spoke up. “I knew something was up when you were late. I engaged all the security measures, just as a precaution. But I never expected this. I assure you, Teyla, you and the young Potential are completely safe here. Nothing is getting in unless I decide to let it.”
“Sheppard.” Ronon repeated.
“Yeah, it’s okay, big guy,” John answered. “Think you can make it into the library? There’s someone there you’ve got to meet.”
“I will help him.” Teyla’s voice brooked no argument as she put an arm around Ronon’s waist. Her claim was crystal clear to the other vampires, and John and Steven quickly moved out of her way.
Ronon seemed to get his equilibrium back as they entered the library, though he still let Teyla lead him to the most comfortable chair in the room. She could detect the swirls of energy around him but they seemed to be settling down.
She knew the moment Ronon sensed the other Potential in the room. Beams of energy she could see like winding tentacles of light poured from the hunter and surrounded Dr. McKay.
The last thing she heard was John screaming, “Rodney!”
~~~
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Title:Opportunities and Consequences
Cliche: Tentacles
Pairing: John/Rodney, Caldwell/Elizabeth, Ronon/Teyla
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 2177
Beta: mischief5 It should go without saying, all mistakes are mine.
Warning: Biting (non-angsty I assure you)
Summary: A plan is formed to save Elizabeth. Ronon and Teyla arrive at Caldwell's and there are consequences.
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Night Delivery
Opportunities and Consequences
John slouched down lower in the chair. He was bored. Caldwell’s library was starting to feel like-a library. Too damn quiet. His Potential was pouring over the records ignoring him, and the colonel had taken off, so John didn’t even have the fun of baiting him. John was starting to feel a little guilty about that anyway. It wasn’t the same, teasing the old vamp now he that knew Steven was lovelorn and heart-sick over Elizabeth. Even thinking about it made John uneasy. He didn’t know what his own unlife might have become if he hadn’t reconnected with his Potential.
“Hey, Rodney.” John beckoned his Potential over. “Now that Caldwell has left us alone, I think it’s time for a little refreshment.”
Rodney’s reaction was gratifyingly immediate. John watched as Rodney put his papers aside and toyed with the top button of his shirt. It was just a little tease but it made John’s eyes darken with lust. Not that he had any intention of letting Rodney get away with teasing him for long.
“C’mere.”
Rodney crossed the room and settled himself into John’s ready lap, asking, “Where has he gone anyway? We need to make plans and Caldwell should be here for that.”
“The Colonel has gone to see if he can find out anything about Teyla and Dex. He might not be gone long and I don’t feel like wasting the opportunity.”
“Do you want me to conceal us from prying eyes?” Rodney asked.
John considered it. “No, I don’t think I do.” He ran a fingertip over the length of Rodney’s neck, watching the effect it had on his Potential. Rodney instinctively canted his head, giving John complete access to his throat, and his scent was already changing to a warm, spicy lust.
John made short work of Rodney’s shirt, almost tearing it off, and pushed his hips up, matching Rodney's eager thrust in return. John groaned, “If Caldwell comes back before we’re done, let him watch.”
Rodney moaned.
John would never tire of this, never get enough. His beautiful Potential fit perfectly against his body. Strong, solid, and as hungry for John as the libertine was for him. John sank his teeth in carefully, letting himself enjoy the way Rodney’s skin yielded to him. The sweetness of his Potential’s blood filled him as he drank so softly, so slowly. Every drop of blood was as cherished as the magical creature in his arms.
As John held him, Rodney clutched at his shoulders, quietly begging John to give him release. Never intending to tease, John worked their pants open until he had a firm grip on both their cocks. Rodney was hot in his hand, hardness matching his own. John continued to suckle gently at Rodney’s throat while working both of them with one hand. Rodney’s little moans were cursing him, and promising him anything he wanted, if he would just, oh god, hurry the fuck up. John complied with enthusiasm.
The chair would probably never be the same.
John hadn’t meant for Rodney to be the one to have to clean them up afterwards. John enjoyed the job, especially the parts where he got to use his tongue. However, right now he was a sated puddle and could barely move. Rodney had been the one to tuck them both back in, agile hands remembering John’s preference for dressing right. John gave a contented sigh. He was quite happy to have Rodney sucking at his fingers, thoroughly cleaning up every drop of come like John was some kind of exotic dessert.
~~*~~
“I’ve got some info…” Steven stopped mid-sentence. John was even more disheveled than his usual rakish demeanor. Dr. McKay was sitting in John’s lap, blushing like a delicate bride, in a shirt that had somehow come to miss three buttons. Steven pinched the bridge of his nose and reined in his irritation and jealousy. The Potential’s new bite mark stood out in stark relief and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had been going on in his absence. Ten minutes. He had only been gone ten minutes.
“If you don’t mind my disturbing you, gentlemen, I have news. Teyla and Ronon Dex are on their way here. They’re both alive, although my sources report that Dex seems to be injured. He was seen leaning on Teyla, using her for support. My resource wasn’t able to get close enough to tell more than that. Frankly, I have no idea how Ms. Emmagan convinced a vampire hunter to come here.” Caldwell looked in Rodney’s direction. “Unless it’s for you, Dr. McKay.”
“Well, don’t look at me. I have no idea,” said Rodney. “I’ve never even met him. Do I look like someone who would carry on with a vampire hunter? Oh, god. A vampire hunter! Is John in any danger?”
Steven answered, “It’s unlikely any of us are in danger or Teyla wouldn’t bring him here." Steven stood stiffly as if the very idea affronted him, the essence of military bearing from years past. “I suggest we make good use of our time and discuss just how we are going to rescue Elizabeth.”
Rodney let out a harsh breath. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that.” Rodney was obviously uncomfortable with the subject. He was still sitting on John’s lap and John wrapped his arms around him, silently offering his support.
“Colonel, " Rodney continued, “You said Elizabeth always carries a cane, and it’s the exact same one that’s in the picture. I’ve been studying it under a magnifying glass and the silver inlay definitely bears an inscription. I think you’re right; this is undoubtedly her talisman. It should have been left with you. Somehow we have to get you, Elizabeth, and the cane all in one place, preferably close enough to touch.”
“Can’t you just ‘magically’ reach through the mirror and bring her here?” asked Steven.
“Ah,” answered Rodney. “That would be a no. I’ll try to explain. You’ve seen a kaleidoscope? Kid's toy, pretty colors, etc. When you look through one, you’re looking at colored bits of glass, in constantly changing symmetrical forms caused by their reflection in two or more mirrors set at angles to each other.” Rodney looked up at the blank expression on Caldwell’s face. “Just trust me. That’s how your magic mirror works.
“In other words, Colonel, you don’t see the glass -- you see the reflection. It’s like that when you see Elizabeth in the mirror. We can’t pinpoint her location because we’re seeing her reflection through constantly changing time harmonics. She’s there, but we don’t have anyway to know where ‘there’ actually is, in place or in time."
Steven sent a questioning look at John.
“Rodney usually knows what he’s talking about. You can trust him, Colonel.”
Steven sighed. “All right, what should we do?”
“If things had gone correctly, you would have possessed the cane, Colonel. The magical energy in it would have drawn Elizabeth right to you. Unfortunately, it doesn’t do us any good where it is and we have to find another way. With John’s help, I should be able to send energy signatures through the mirror’s doorway. With luck, Elizabeth will be able to detect them and follow the signals back to this location. It’s not quite as efficient as the cane would have been but it should work.”
“Then what?” Steven asked. “I don’t understand why you and John don’t just go in and get her. You’re a Potential, isn’t traveling through time doorways what you do?”
“It’s complicated,” Rodney replied. “I can’t send the energy tendrils out and go through the mirror at the same time.” Neither you, nor John can cross the barrier without me and you couldn’t detect the signals I’ll be generating anyway. If we go in without an energy trail to help guide Elizabeth to us, we could hunt for her for a very long time.” Rodney shook his head in dismay. “I’m sorry Colonel. If we don’t do it this way it could be centuries before we find her. No, our best chance is to wait for Elizabeth to come to us and hope she finds us before the signal fails. I might be magic, but I have my limits.”
Rodney sighed. “What we really need is another Potential, one willing to go through the doorway and bring her back.”
~~~*~~~
They were almost to Caldwell’s mansion. When Teyla had explained that this was their destination, not the Libertine’s residence, Ronon had balked.
“Why not Sheppard’s? At least I trust him. More or less.”
She’d chosen her words carefully in response. She desperately needed Dex to understand. This house was where the Libertine and Dr. McKay were located and they must hurry. It had already taken them longer than she had expected just to get this far.
With the hunter’s birth into a Potential there came violent, magic surges. They were still tormenting him with unpredictable eruptions. Ronon was nearly exhausted, leaning more heavily on Teyla with each passing wave. They made the night air crackle with energy not unlike the effects of heat lightening. They’d had to keep stopping to give Ronon time to adjust. Twice now, it had brought him to his knees and he only managed to continue with Teyla’s help. Each time they halted, she could sense the approaching vampires, gangs of them, and they were getting closer. They sensed the newborn Potential and were drawn like sharks to blood in the water.
Teyla caught Dex as he stumbled again. To her, it seemed obvious that he should claim her. She hesitated to suggest it, unsure how he would respond to being bitten by a vampire. If she tried, and the hunter refused to accept her, his blood would kill her. However, there was one thing Teyla knew with certainty: her protective instincts were fully aroused and she would utterly destroy any vamp that tried to take Dex away.
It had taken another twenty minutes but finally they were on the doorstep of the old Victorian. Caldwell was there waiting for them and Teyla had never been so grateful for a safe haven. Once inside, she vowed the first thing she’d do was ask the Libertine how he’d gotten Rodney McKay to claim him.
Teyla’s vow would have to wait. Ronon was not at all happy to be entering a vamp’s lair and she had her hands full just keeping him from drawing his sword. Caldwell would not appreciate losing his head. She giggled at the thought of the old colonel stomping around his home headless, and quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. Possibly all the strange turns the night had taken was affecting her mind.
“John Sheppard, I need you!” Teyla had no problem yelling out to the Libertine for help. She was glad to have at least one vamp she could trust. He was already claimed by Dr. McKay so he’d have no temptation to claim Dex. She’d trust Steven as well, once he was reunited with Elizabeth.
John came running into the room. “I’m here, Teyla. Hey, Ronon, how about you put some of those knives away, buddy? No one here is going to hurt you.” John approached the hunter cautiously, hands open, trying to be as non-threatening as possible.
“Sheppard.” Ronon actually looked relived to see him.
John stared. “Teyla, is this what I think it is? Is he…?” John had immediately sensed the unusual aura Ronon carried with him now. Its patterns were nowhere as near complicated as Rodney’s. Instead, Dex’s aura was still young and forming right in front of him. It looked like simple ley lines, sparking with energy. They were a far cry from the complex, sensual, patterns of his own mate.
“Do you mean is he a Potential? Yes, Libertine, and I cannot tell you what a difficult time we’ve had getting here tonight.”
Caldwell spoke up. “I knew something was up when you were late. I engaged all the security measures, just as a precaution. But I never expected this. I assure you, Teyla, you and the young Potential are completely safe here. Nothing is getting in unless I decide to let it.”
“Sheppard.” Ronon repeated.
“Yeah, it’s okay, big guy,” John answered. “Think you can make it into the library? There’s someone there you’ve got to meet.”
“I will help him.” Teyla’s voice brooked no argument as she put an arm around Ronon’s waist. Her claim was crystal clear to the other vampires, and John and Steven quickly moved out of her way.
Ronon seemed to get his equilibrium back as they entered the library, though he still let Teyla lead him to the most comfortable chair in the room. She could detect the swirls of energy around him but they seemed to be settling down.
She knew the moment Ronon sensed the other Potential in the room. Beams of energy she could see like winding tentacles of light poured from the hunter and surrounded Dr. McKay.
The last thing she heard was John screaming, “Rodney!”
~~~
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