The Pack: (22/?)
Title: The Pack 22/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, femslash, het, graphic sex, BDSM, rape and orgies.
Pairings: McShep, Jack/Daniel, Sam/Janet, Jack/Daniel/Carson ... plus many combinations.
Summary: Elizabeth ran her fingers through her hair, she knew that it was wrong to feel relieved about the Wraith stopping to feed but it bought them at least another day ... possibly two depending on how large the culling was going to be, which was twenty-four more hours to get the secret of Pack out of Lieutenant Cadman.
A/N: thank you so much for the overwhelming support, I honestly thought that nobody would be interested in this after all this time.
This is just a little cliff-hangery chapter coz I was to tired after work for anything longer.
Chapter 22.
Jack O'Neill had taken another Mate. It was crazy, hot and John didn't know exactly how he felt about it. Ever since the General became Alpha of the other Pack the two of them had been in friendly competition with each, neither giving ground but always coming to an understanding. Did this then mean that if O'Neill had two Mates he was expected to do the same? In all honestly John didn't know if he wanted another Mate, Rodney was more than enough both in and out of the bedroom.
"You're worrying too much." Carter was sitting across from him in the mess, chewing on a not-apple and watching him with an amused smirk on her face. "Just because Jack's got the stamina of a bull doesn't mean anyone accepts you to do the same."
Unable to think of a come-back to her needling he merely threw her a dark look and continued to push his chunk of mystery meat around his plate, wondering whether the purplish coloured flesh came from the six legged zebra's from the mainland or the scaled rhinos from Istania.
"He's not still moping is he?" Rodney dropped his tray onto the table and fell into his chair with all the grace of a dancing elephant. "Don't tell me you were hoping to get Carson into our bed? Because seriously Ronon is more than enough to fulfill your threesome fantasy."
Sam's head whipped around so that she could stare at him, one eyebrow raised and surprised smile lighting her features.
"Ronon?" she laughed. "Seriously you get Ronon in on the act?"
"Its only been a couple of times." John stared at Rodney hoping that would be sufficient to silence him. "And I don't remember you complaining."
Rodney shrugged and stuffed a forkful of mystery meat into his mouth. "Well of course I wasn't complaining, that neanderthal is incredibly well endowed I would be an idiot to say no."
Sam was laughing outright now, not even bothering to smother her loud chuckling until she gave out a spectacular snort which only seemed to make her laugh ever louder. By now everyone in the mess had turned to see what was going on, most of them realizing that it had to be someting Pack related and returned to their meals while others still seemed to be waiting to see if somebody got thrown onto a table and fucked.
"What are you all looking at!" John got to his feet angrily pulling a complaining Rodney up with him, and then in front of eighty people pulled his Mate into such a passionate kiss the air almost crackled with it. "Happy now?"
He pushed Rodney back down into his chair before storming from the mess, Rodney's yells and Sam's laughing following him out of the door.
*
"They've stopped again." Chuck pointed with a trembling finger at the display where the dots seemed to be halted in a nearby system. "Which means that they must be hungry."
Elizabeth ran her fingers through her hair, she knew that it was wrong to feel relieved about the Wraith stopping to feed but it bought them at least another day ... possibly two depending on how large the culling was going to be, which was twenty-four more hours to get the secret of Pack out of Lieutenant Cadman. The poor woman was trying everything she could think of to bring those latent abilities out, everything from meditation to some of Carson's scarier pieces of Ancient tech. Elizabeth had been doing her bit too, as the only person other than Dr. Jackson on the base who could read Ancient she had took it upon herself to go through the Atlantis database entry by entry to find anything related to Pack.
"That's good to know." She patted him lightly on the shoulder and then turned to walk back through the control room into her office.
They were almost completely out of ammo, their only line of defence was two months away and the Wraith were just over a week away. In all honesty she couldn't see how they were going to get out of this one, the last time they had been in a seige situation Earth had sent a specialist team through and a large number of nuclear bombs and even then they had nearly been beaten. If it wasn't for the combined genius of Rodney and Radek they would all be dried up husks on a Wraith cruiser somewhere, and that was a truely horrifying thought.
"Dr. Weir?" Janet Fraiser came striding into her office, her lab coat longer than her skirt and her heels clicking on the hard flooring. "We still haven't been able to find anything different about Lieutenant Cadman's physiology."
Elizabeth tapped her fingernails against her desk, she had expected as much but hadn't really wanted to believe it.
"That's alright Janet," she said, leaning back in her chair. "We'll just have to keep trying to find something in the database."
"Well that's actually the other thing I wanted to talk to you about." Janet shoved her hands deep into her lab coat pockets. "I think that maybe we're looking for the wrong thing on the database."
"In what way?" asked Elizabeth.
"When we were kidnapped by the Genii, Kolya would talk about some secret weapon he was hoping to use," answered Janet, fidgeting from one foot to the other. "He called it the Nakenia."