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Title:Two of a Mind
Cliche: Telepathy
Pairing: John/Rodney, Caldwell/Elizabeth, Ronon/Teyla
Rating: R
Word Count: 1520
Betas: mischief5 and neevebrody It should go without saying, all mistakes are mine.
Summary: Rest and recovery with some mental bending.
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Opportunities and Consequences
Two of a Mind
“Teyla, please wake up.”
The gruff voice in her ears was surprisingly gentle and deep with concern. Teyla opened her eyes to find herself cradled in the vampire hunter’s arms. Whatever backlash she’d been caught in seemed to be gone. She could probably stand now, but she snuggled against Ronon’s broad chest instead. He didn’t seem to mind. She still fell so sleepy and Dex was so warm, and her mind kept chasing thoughts of - mine, mine, mine. She let her head drop against his chest, comforted by his heartbeat and asked, “What happened?”
Caldwell answered her. “We were worried about you. You and Dr. McKay gave us quite a fright. We can’t afford to lose either one of you.
Teyla lifted her head. "Where is the doctor? Is he all right?” concerned when she realized he was nowhere in sight.
Again, it was Caldwell that answered her. “The Libertine carried him upstairs. Dr. McKay is alive but still unconscious. The energy surge, or whatever that was, hit him dead on. Since John’s instincts won’t allow for anyone else near his Potential right now, I thought it best they have a room to themselves. I just hope he fully recovers.”
The Colonel seemed unusually distraught. Teyla thought he looked crumpled, as if the stress of the night had made him smaller, weaker. Even his attire looked wrinkled. It was something she never thought she’d see happen to the proud, old vamp.
Then Caldwell looked right at her and asked, “How did this happen? How is it I have two Potentials in my home, a precious rarity unheard of by human or vampire, and I allowed one to come to harm? If this can happen so easily under my own roof, how will I ever keep Elizabeth safe? I, I don’t know if I can do this. What right do I have to bring her here?”
Steven’s naked emotions ran across his face and Teyla buried her face in Ronon’s chest, curling her finger in the hunter’s shirt and hanging on for dear unlife. Caldwell’s guilt was too private to bear.
Dex answered him. Teyla found his manner surprisingly kind toward Caldwell. Not at all what she expected considering he’d tried to kill the old vamp earlier.
“It was an accident. Not your fault. It’s because I’m new and didn’t know what I was doing. I just didn’t have any control and couldn’t warn him. Rodney and I connected. Potentials do that. McKay’s been showing me how to handle it. It won’t happen again.”
Teyla raised an eyebrow. "You are ‘connected’? How?”
Equally confused, Steven added, “What do you mean, he’s ‘showing you’? The man’s been unconscious almost since you walked into the library.”
“Yeah, about that,” Dex said. He paused and sheepishly ran a hand across the back of his neck.
Teyla found the gesture endearing. The idea that Ronon might accept her bite didn’t seem so improbable after all, in a night so full of strange and amazing things.
Dex continued, “The doc’s been awake for a couple minutes now. He’s been in my head ever since he woke up. It’s weird. Not bad, just weird. He says it’s supposed to be this way between Potentials, a kinship thing and that the edge will wear off pretty soon. Dr. McKay says to tell you he’s fine. The Libertine is taking good care of him. Oh, and he’s hungry.”
Teyla watched as Caldwell straightened his shoulders. He gathered his dignity and said, “Maybe I can salvage some of this evening’s mess. I’ll have my minions bring up some food and leave it outside the door. I wouldn’t want Sheppard to take their heads off for getting too close.”
“Um,” said Ronon. “He’s not that kind of hungry and I wish I didn’t know that. You should just leave them alone and let the Libertine handle it. I could eat though. This birthing thing takes a lot out of a man. Got any hamburgers?”
~~~*~~~
Upstairs, John laid Rodney gently on the bed and climbed up next to him. Caldwell had sent them to the room for privacy and it was a good thing he had. John didn’t want to think about what damage he might have done. In those first moments as he’d crouched over Rodney growling in frustration and fear, he’d been ready to tear the head off any one foolish enough to come close. It was oddly comforting that Caldwell understood those instincts.
The Libertine stretched every sense to the limit. His Potential’s heartbeat was strong, but his scent was off and he looked too damn pale against the dark quilt. John felt compelled to check every inch of Rodney for injures, even though he couldn’t smell any.
He gently eased Rodney out of his clothes. Once Rodney was naked, John removed his own clothing and snuggled up next to his mate. He pulled Rodney into his arms silently begging Rodney to respond to him.
It was the best feeling ever when his Potential, eyes still closed, reached up and twined his fingers in John’s hair and clung to him.
“John?” Rodney’s voice sounded weary to John’s ears.
“I’m here, I’m right here. You’re okay. You're going to be okay.” Anything else was unthinkable. John rolled Rodney’s body on top of him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Rodney, creating a shelter with his body and began to purr. When touch and smell weren’t enough, John began to taste as well. Small gentle kisses that Rodney answered back with kisses of his own.
~~~*~~~
Ronon started taking smaller bites when he got to his third burger. He was feeling pretty good considering tonight’s events had changed his whole world view. At this point, he figured finding out that Lorne’s Diner delivered was just an extra bonus. He and Kav could have…well no. They couldn’t. Not anymore. That part of his life was over.
Then there was Teyla. She was sitting at the table across from him. Ronon didn’t think she’d been more than five feet away since the fight. She’d been damned amazing this whole evening. Maybe he should find out more about claiming. Kavanagh had seemed to enjoy it, and Rodney liked it. A lot. Ronon could feel the flush rising under his skin and looked down, staring at his plate. It was safer than looking at Caldwell or Teyla right now. He tried to keep his own mind quiet; he wasn’t sure how he felt yet about Dr. McKay having access to his thoughts. As for Rodney, he didn’t seem to have any mental filters, just a direct line to Ronon’s brain. If anyone had asked, Dex could have told them what Rodney thought of the room (too small), the sheets (scratchy) and John’s hair (soft).
There were some things he’d picked up from McKay’s mind he hoped he’d forget. Rodney hadn’t been able to soften the new connection between them, although he promised Ronon that would happen in time. For now, Rodney’s sharp emotions and the images of the way The Libertine had coiled naked around the other Potential were stuck in his head. He didn’t need to know how good John’s blood tasted to Rodney, or the way it made the doc’s body arch and - yeah, the sooner he forgot some of that the better. That or he’d never be able to look the Libertine and the Potential in the face again.
Ronon pushed his plate away carefully. The fine china made his fingers feel big and rough. Nothing in this house was what he expected. From what Dex had seen, the entire mansion had been decorated with care. With its cream walls and the brass and crystal chandeliers, it felt open and much better lit than what he was used to seeing from vamp lairs. Still, he felt more comfortable in the library with the untidy mess McKay had left behind.
“I’m going to check out that mirror again. Do you want to come with me Teyla?” She immediately got up to join him, linking her arm in his. It was nice. No, it was better than nice. Much better.
“Hey, Teyla, I was thinking about the claiming thing. The doc, he shared some of what it’s like. Guess it might not be too bad after all.”
“Ronon Dex, does this mean you would consider letting me bite you?"
Ronon grinned back. “I’m thinking about it.”
~~~*~~~
Caldwell sat alone at the table and poured himself a drink. As much as he preferred fresh to refrigerated, it would have to do for now. The way this night had gone, he was going to need more than one. Despite Ronon’s assurances that the Potential was all right, he was still worried. He hadn’t seen or heard anything of Rodney or John since the doctor’s collapse. If they refused to help him rescue Elizabeth he could hardly blame them now. Lost in thought, Steven nearly dropped his glass when he heard Ronon’s shout from the library.
“Colonel! Did you know there’s a lady in your mirror!?”
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Title:Two of a Mind
Cliche: Telepathy
Pairing: John/Rodney, Caldwell/Elizabeth, Ronon/Teyla
Rating: R
Word Count: 1520
Betas: mischief5 and neevebrody It should go without saying, all mistakes are mine.
Summary: Rest and recovery with some mental bending.
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Opportunities and Consequences
Two of a Mind
“Teyla, please wake up.”
The gruff voice in her ears was surprisingly gentle and deep with concern. Teyla opened her eyes to find herself cradled in the vampire hunter’s arms. Whatever backlash she’d been caught in seemed to be gone. She could probably stand now, but she snuggled against Ronon’s broad chest instead. He didn’t seem to mind. She still fell so sleepy and Dex was so warm, and her mind kept chasing thoughts of - mine, mine, mine. She let her head drop against his chest, comforted by his heartbeat and asked, “What happened?”
Caldwell answered her. “We were worried about you. You and Dr. McKay gave us quite a fright. We can’t afford to lose either one of you.
Teyla lifted her head. "Where is the doctor? Is he all right?” concerned when she realized he was nowhere in sight.
Again, it was Caldwell that answered her. “The Libertine carried him upstairs. Dr. McKay is alive but still unconscious. The energy surge, or whatever that was, hit him dead on. Since John’s instincts won’t allow for anyone else near his Potential right now, I thought it best they have a room to themselves. I just hope he fully recovers.”
The Colonel seemed unusually distraught. Teyla thought he looked crumpled, as if the stress of the night had made him smaller, weaker. Even his attire looked wrinkled. It was something she never thought she’d see happen to the proud, old vamp.
Then Caldwell looked right at her and asked, “How did this happen? How is it I have two Potentials in my home, a precious rarity unheard of by human or vampire, and I allowed one to come to harm? If this can happen so easily under my own roof, how will I ever keep Elizabeth safe? I, I don’t know if I can do this. What right do I have to bring her here?”
Steven’s naked emotions ran across his face and Teyla buried her face in Ronon’s chest, curling her finger in the hunter’s shirt and hanging on for dear unlife. Caldwell’s guilt was too private to bear.
Dex answered him. Teyla found his manner surprisingly kind toward Caldwell. Not at all what she expected considering he’d tried to kill the old vamp earlier.
“It was an accident. Not your fault. It’s because I’m new and didn’t know what I was doing. I just didn’t have any control and couldn’t warn him. Rodney and I connected. Potentials do that. McKay’s been showing me how to handle it. It won’t happen again.”
Teyla raised an eyebrow. "You are ‘connected’? How?”
Equally confused, Steven added, “What do you mean, he’s ‘showing you’? The man’s been unconscious almost since you walked into the library.”
“Yeah, about that,” Dex said. He paused and sheepishly ran a hand across the back of his neck.
Teyla found the gesture endearing. The idea that Ronon might accept her bite didn’t seem so improbable after all, in a night so full of strange and amazing things.
Dex continued, “The doc’s been awake for a couple minutes now. He’s been in my head ever since he woke up. It’s weird. Not bad, just weird. He says it’s supposed to be this way between Potentials, a kinship thing and that the edge will wear off pretty soon. Dr. McKay says to tell you he’s fine. The Libertine is taking good care of him. Oh, and he’s hungry.”
Teyla watched as Caldwell straightened his shoulders. He gathered his dignity and said, “Maybe I can salvage some of this evening’s mess. I’ll have my minions bring up some food and leave it outside the door. I wouldn’t want Sheppard to take their heads off for getting too close.”
“Um,” said Ronon. “He’s not that kind of hungry and I wish I didn’t know that. You should just leave them alone and let the Libertine handle it. I could eat though. This birthing thing takes a lot out of a man. Got any hamburgers?”
~~~*~~~
Upstairs, John laid Rodney gently on the bed and climbed up next to him. Caldwell had sent them to the room for privacy and it was a good thing he had. John didn’t want to think about what damage he might have done. In those first moments as he’d crouched over Rodney growling in frustration and fear, he’d been ready to tear the head off any one foolish enough to come close. It was oddly comforting that Caldwell understood those instincts.
The Libertine stretched every sense to the limit. His Potential’s heartbeat was strong, but his scent was off and he looked too damn pale against the dark quilt. John felt compelled to check every inch of Rodney for injures, even though he couldn’t smell any.
He gently eased Rodney out of his clothes. Once Rodney was naked, John removed his own clothing and snuggled up next to his mate. He pulled Rodney into his arms silently begging Rodney to respond to him.
It was the best feeling ever when his Potential, eyes still closed, reached up and twined his fingers in John’s hair and clung to him.
“John?” Rodney’s voice sounded weary to John’s ears.
“I’m here, I’m right here. You’re okay. You're going to be okay.” Anything else was unthinkable. John rolled Rodney’s body on top of him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Rodney, creating a shelter with his body and began to purr. When touch and smell weren’t enough, John began to taste as well. Small gentle kisses that Rodney answered back with kisses of his own.
~~~*~~~
Ronon started taking smaller bites when he got to his third burger. He was feeling pretty good considering tonight’s events had changed his whole world view. At this point, he figured finding out that Lorne’s Diner delivered was just an extra bonus. He and Kav could have…well no. They couldn’t. Not anymore. That part of his life was over.
Then there was Teyla. She was sitting at the table across from him. Ronon didn’t think she’d been more than five feet away since the fight. She’d been damned amazing this whole evening. Maybe he should find out more about claiming. Kavanagh had seemed to enjoy it, and Rodney liked it. A lot. Ronon could feel the flush rising under his skin and looked down, staring at his plate. It was safer than looking at Caldwell or Teyla right now. He tried to keep his own mind quiet; he wasn’t sure how he felt yet about Dr. McKay having access to his thoughts. As for Rodney, he didn’t seem to have any mental filters, just a direct line to Ronon’s brain. If anyone had asked, Dex could have told them what Rodney thought of the room (too small), the sheets (scratchy) and John’s hair (soft).
There were some things he’d picked up from McKay’s mind he hoped he’d forget. Rodney hadn’t been able to soften the new connection between them, although he promised Ronon that would happen in time. For now, Rodney’s sharp emotions and the images of the way The Libertine had coiled naked around the other Potential were stuck in his head. He didn’t need to know how good John’s blood tasted to Rodney, or the way it made the doc’s body arch and - yeah, the sooner he forgot some of that the better. That or he’d never be able to look the Libertine and the Potential in the face again.
Ronon pushed his plate away carefully. The fine china made his fingers feel big and rough. Nothing in this house was what he expected. From what Dex had seen, the entire mansion had been decorated with care. With its cream walls and the brass and crystal chandeliers, it felt open and much better lit than what he was used to seeing from vamp lairs. Still, he felt more comfortable in the library with the untidy mess McKay had left behind.
“I’m going to check out that mirror again. Do you want to come with me Teyla?” She immediately got up to join him, linking her arm in his. It was nice. No, it was better than nice. Much better.
“Hey, Teyla, I was thinking about the claiming thing. The doc, he shared some of what it’s like. Guess it might not be too bad after all.”
“Ronon Dex, does this mean you would consider letting me bite you?"
Ronon grinned back. “I’m thinking about it.”
~~~*~~~
Caldwell sat alone at the table and poured himself a drink. As much as he preferred fresh to refrigerated, it would have to do for now. The way this night had gone, he was going to need more than one. Despite Ronon’s assurances that the Potential was all right, he was still worried. He hadn’t seen or heard anything of Rodney or John since the doctor’s collapse. If they refused to help him rescue Elizabeth he could hardly blame them now. Lost in thought, Steven nearly dropped his glass when he heard Ronon’s shout from the library.
“Colonel! Did you know there’s a lady in your mirror!?”
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