The Pack (20/?)
Title: The Pack chapter 20/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash. Femslash. Het. Rape. BDSM. Orgies (lots of them).
Pairings: McShep. Jack/Daniel. Sam/Janet. Plus many different combinations.
Summary: "Lieutenant you killed a Wraith with your bare hands," said Sheppard. "Things like that don't 'just happen'."
She shrugged and began climbing down from the bed. "Well this time it did, I don't know what happened and I don't know whats happening to me. More importantly I don't know how to stop the Wraith."
Authors Note: I'm so sorry it took me so long to update but I'm dedicating the next eight weeks of my life to this and a Merlin fic I'm also writing. Please have faith that I will finish this bloody story.
Chapter Twenty.
The biggest difference Carson had needed to get used to since coming to Atlantis wasn't the life-sucking alien vampires nor the unusual technology, no it was conducting a routine blood test with a dozen people watching your every move. Lieutenant Cadman was seated on a bed a concerned look on her face while he carefully filled the viles with her blood, while what seemed like the rest of Atlantis filled the infirmary.
"Does it look any different." The voice in his ear was distinctly Elizabeth, and even though he had a number of witty retorts resting on his tongue he decided that it wasn't her fault she was stupid.
Holding the vile up to the light he made a show of examining it before handing it to Dr. Fraiser at his side. "No ... but we'll have to do more tests on it."
He watched as Elizabeth slowly nodded her head and then stepped back as General O'Neill moved forwards. Carson didn't know why he always seemed to become very nervous around the General but it was something which had been happening since the first time he had met the man in Antartica. Maybe it was because he had nearly killed both him and Colonel Sheppard that fateful afternoon, or whether it was due to the man's incredible reputation and very presence ... no matter what he became a blubbering idiot whenever he was around.
"So have you had any sudden inspiration on how we're going to kill these bastards?" Gentle hands appeared on Carson's shoulders as the General moved him aside so that he could be face-to-face with Cadman. "Because we really need it right now."
Cadman shook her head and grimaced at the look on her CO's face. "I'm sorry sir but I can't tell you anything more."
"But in the forest you knew what to do," spoke up Carter. "What about that?"
It was at this moment that Carson realized that O'Neill's hands hadn't left his shoulders and instead were kneading them gently, immediately his face heated and he ducked away from both those distracting fingers and the several pairs of amused eyes watching him.
"I'm not sure m'am," answered Cadman. "I didn't exactly know what I was doing, it just happened really."
"Lieutenant you killed a Wraith with your bare hands," said Sheppard. "Things like that don't 'just happen'."
She shrugged and began climbing down from the bed. "Well this time it did, I don't know what happened and I don't know whats happening to me. More importantly I don't know how to stop the Wraith."
"That's alright love." Carson patted her arm awkwardly, unsure how one comforted their ex-girlfriend in this situation. "Everything in time."
"We don't have any time." Elizabeth had her arms folded across her generous chest defensively. "The Wraith will be here in eight days."
"I'll try." Cadman sounded tired and resigned. "I promise m'am I'll try anything."
*
"What's that?"
Carson nearly fell off his stool as the deep voice filled the silent infirmary, only then realizing that it was nearly three in the morning and he hadn't moved in nearly eight hours. Suddenly his eyes started to sting causing him to rub them, disjointed patterns and colours flashing through his vision as he did so. Strong hands began to massage the back of his neck and before he knew what he was doing Carson let his head fall forward and a soft moan escaped him. What the hell was going on? Carson Beckett wasn't gay, had never really had any romantic or sexual feelings towards another man until this particular General had strode into his life.
"Its a computer model of the gene which has appeared in Rodney and Janet's blood," he answered, not even recognizing his own voice. "According to the Ancient database we've discovered here, this gene was developed by the Ancients in an attempt to find an ultimate weapon against the Wraith."
There was a low rumble of laughter from behind him.
"You know I didn't actually understand a word of that," muttered O'Neill, dipping his head to gently suck on the side of his throat. "Not that it really matters."
"I'm not Pack!" He stumbled to his feet, almost falling over as his numb legs refused to work properly. "I've tested my DNA nothings changed."
"But from what I can gather from your babbling the other day only Janet and McKay's DNA has changed," whispered O'Neill, throwing a steadying arm around his waist. "Me an Sheppard only have different hormone levels and everyone else is pretty much the same."
"Yes," answered Carson slowly. "But I'm not Pack!"
He couldn't believe he was saying it even as he was melting into the embrace, head falling back to give O'Neill's mouth more skin to play with.
"Are you sure about that?" asked O'Neill, sucking lightly on his pulse point. "Because your body seems to think you are."
That was it! He was a medical doctor it was his job to discover what was wrong with peoples bodies and his own unusual reaction to this particular seduction was just another piece in the puzzle. Except the only answer which seemed to fit was that he had somehow become Pack, which honestly given the amount of time he was spending around them should have been obvious, Fraiser had been changed within only a few hours of being around Rodney. There was however one problem with this scenerio.
"You already have a Mate," he said, pushing O'Neill away. "Daniel Jackson remember?"
"He knows." O'Neill pulled him forcefully into his arms and kissed him. "He approves."