The Pack (23/?)
Title: The Pack (23/?)
Rating: NC17 overall
Warnings: BDSM; blood play; slash; het; threesomes; orgies; voyeurism; torture; rape (I don't think I've missed anything out).
Pairings (main): McShep; Jack/Daniel; Jack/Daniel/Carson; Sam/Janet. Though there are variations of all the above.
Note: Sorry I haven't updated for so long, but I was going through something horrible. But to celebrate the two year anniversary of The Pack I bring a new chappie.
Summary: "You give me something to live for," he whispered, holding Rodney's blue gaze and urging him to understand. "For the first time in my life I've got something to come home for."
Previous chapters
The alarms, when they finally came, caused the whole of Atlantis to stop in its tracks and every person within to stare at the sky as if able to see the oncoming storm. Samantha Carter however was not one of these people, after working in the SGC for nine years the sound of klaxons and alarms ringing down the hallways didn't even make her falter. Instead she continued through the corridors, laptop under her arm whilst dodging the statues which had once been Atlantean residents.
In the control room she found Chuck and Zelenka holding a hushed argument whilst surrounded by monitors and various pieces of the DHD which they were taking apart in a desperate bid to find parts to repair the Chair. She allowed herself a moments pause in which to be proud of being a member of this team which were prepared to stand and fight against unbelievable odds right to the very end.
"Colonel Carter." Elizabeth's voice cut through her musings, and she turned to see the woman standing in the glass doorway to her office. "You had something to show me?"
"Yes," answered Sam, stepping past her so that she could put the computer onto the desk and flip open the screen. "I found it in the database."
Elizabeth followed her into the office, the door sliding shut silently behind her as she slowly approached the desk.
"Found what exactly?" she asked, squinting down at the lines and lines of Ancient text scrolling over the screen.
"Nakenia." Sam perched herself on the corner of the desk, folding her arms across her chest and watching as the other woman started tapping away. "It must be what the Ancients called Pack."
The door suddenly slid open and Chuck ran in at full tilt, his arms flailing around as he attempted to come to a stop without crashing into the desk. For a moment he just stood there, hands on his hips and gasping for breath.
"Whats happened?" demanded Elizabeth, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Chuck?"
He lifted his head and Sam could see that there was fear etched so deeply into his face that it was creating shadows in his eyes.
"Darts," he whispered. "Incoming darts."
"The first wave." Elizabeth was already running out of the office. "We're under attack."
*
John was career military, trained to follow direct orders given by his superiors ... which was why when Elizabeth gave the order for all pilots to head straight to the jumperbay he should done just that. Instead he found himself in the main labs pressing Rodney gently into the wall and kissing him as if he wasn't going to ever see him, which was probably a likely thing right now.
"Don't you dare ..." Rodney's angry words were paused by another kiss. "... go out there and be suicidal. I know you've got a death wish but please try and suppress it today."
He had no idea, he really didn't and that both scared and charmed John.
"You give me something to live for," he whispered, holding Rodney's blue gaze and urging him to understand. "For the first time in my life I've got something to come home for."
There were tears in those blue eyes, and the last thing John ever wanted was to see Rodney cry for him. Whatever they were it wasn't just Pack no virus could cause this sort of response, could make him love so fiercely that he would sacrifice the whole universe just for one person.
"Then come home." Raising one hand he gently stroked John's cheek.
"Don't I always?" John gave him a mega-watt smile.
Rodney didn't even answer, instead he kissed John softly and then pushed him away.
It was time to face the music.
Rating: NC17 overall
Warnings: BDSM; blood play; slash; het; threesomes; orgies; voyeurism; torture; rape (I don't think I've missed anything out).
Pairings (main): McShep; Jack/Daniel; Jack/Daniel/Carson; Sam/Janet. Though there are variations of all the above.
Note: Sorry I haven't updated for so long, but I was going through something horrible. But to celebrate the two year anniversary of The Pack I bring a new chappie.
Summary: "You give me something to live for," he whispered, holding Rodney's blue gaze and urging him to understand. "For the first time in my life I've got something to come home for."
Previous chapters
The alarms, when they finally came, caused the whole of Atlantis to stop in its tracks and every person within to stare at the sky as if able to see the oncoming storm. Samantha Carter however was not one of these people, after working in the SGC for nine years the sound of klaxons and alarms ringing down the hallways didn't even make her falter. Instead she continued through the corridors, laptop under her arm whilst dodging the statues which had once been Atlantean residents.
In the control room she found Chuck and Zelenka holding a hushed argument whilst surrounded by monitors and various pieces of the DHD which they were taking apart in a desperate bid to find parts to repair the Chair. She allowed herself a moments pause in which to be proud of being a member of this team which were prepared to stand and fight against unbelievable odds right to the very end.
"Colonel Carter." Elizabeth's voice cut through her musings, and she turned to see the woman standing in the glass doorway to her office. "You had something to show me?"
"Yes," answered Sam, stepping past her so that she could put the computer onto the desk and flip open the screen. "I found it in the database."
Elizabeth followed her into the office, the door sliding shut silently behind her as she slowly approached the desk.
"Found what exactly?" she asked, squinting down at the lines and lines of Ancient text scrolling over the screen.
"Nakenia." Sam perched herself on the corner of the desk, folding her arms across her chest and watching as the other woman started tapping away. "It must be what the Ancients called Pack."
The door suddenly slid open and Chuck ran in at full tilt, his arms flailing around as he attempted to come to a stop without crashing into the desk. For a moment he just stood there, hands on his hips and gasping for breath.
"Whats happened?" demanded Elizabeth, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Chuck?"
He lifted his head and Sam could see that there was fear etched so deeply into his face that it was creating shadows in his eyes.
"Darts," he whispered. "Incoming darts."
"The first wave." Elizabeth was already running out of the office. "We're under attack."
*
John was career military, trained to follow direct orders given by his superiors ... which was why when Elizabeth gave the order for all pilots to head straight to the jumperbay he should done just that. Instead he found himself in the main labs pressing Rodney gently into the wall and kissing him as if he wasn't going to ever see him, which was probably a likely thing right now.
"Don't you dare ..." Rodney's angry words were paused by another kiss. "... go out there and be suicidal. I know you've got a death wish but please try and suppress it today."
He had no idea, he really didn't and that both scared and charmed John.
"You give me something to live for," he whispered, holding Rodney's blue gaze and urging him to understand. "For the first time in my life I've got something to come home for."
There were tears in those blue eyes, and the last thing John ever wanted was to see Rodney cry for him. Whatever they were it wasn't just Pack no virus could cause this sort of response, could make him love so fiercely that he would sacrifice the whole universe just for one person.
"Then come home." Raising one hand he gently stroked John's cheek.
"Don't I always?" John gave him a mega-watt smile.
Rodney didn't even answer, instead he kissed John softly and then pushed him away.
It was time to face the music.