Lightning Strikes 25
As promised, here’s Chapter 25! Both chapters are courtesy of my terrific beta, nacimom!
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Title: Lightning Strikes
Author: Amycat8733
Rating: T
Pairing(s): John/Teyla
Characters: John, Teyla, Rodney, Ronon, Keller, Lorne, Woolsey
Warning(s): sentient Atlantis
Length: 73,530 words
Disclaimer: The characters and locales of SGA don't belong to me. For fun, not profit. I just swim in the pool. No borrowed OCs were harmed during these productions.
Summary: A lightning bolt brings change to John Sheppard. His bond with the city deepens, bringing its own hazards. Friendship is tested as Rodney and John clash over his new strength. As John’s abilities grow and change, change also comes to Atlantis.
Some events are based around the Legacy series by Jo Graham, Melissa Scott and Amy Griswold. Takes place during Season Six.
Part 25
Jack helped Sheppard walk across the floor to the same office. Jack took advantage of Sheppard’s daze to ponder what he’d just seen. He’d noticed the look that crossed Woolsey’s face when Sheppard requested that the Gate room be cleared and the worry in Teyla’s eyes. When the blue glow formed around the younger Colonel, Jack had definitely been surprised and, after ten years in the Stargate Program, very few things still had that effect on him.
Without a doubt, Sheppard’s feat had been the best solution to the situation. It also answered several questions that had popped into Jack’s head after reading some of the recent reports from Atlantis. He regularly read the reports from Atlantis’s senior staff and the reports from a mission to P7R-4031 had seemed a bit bland. Sheppard’s mission reports were usually quite entertaining, but that one had been dull and more notable for what it didn’t than what it did say. He suspected that something occurred on that mission that had made Sheppard’s present astounding trick possible.
Regardless of when it happened, he could understand Sheppard’s reluctance to say anything about it. This kind of interaction with Ancient technology would make him a valuable commodity back home. Sheppard and Woolsey would immediately have recognized the ramifications and his team would have understood the necessity of keeping it under wraps. Heck, probably only a handful of personnel in the city even knew about the change and he’d bet that they were all senior command staff. Jack definitely needed to talk to Sheppard about this.
Teyla passed them just before they reached Woolsey’s office, probably headed to get something for Sheppard. Jack steered his charge towards one of the plush visitor’s chairs. As soon as he plopped into a chair, Sheppard slumped low enough to rest his head on its back. His eyes flickered closed.
Jack nudged him on the shoulder. “Sheppard, you need to stay awake. You go to sleep now and you’ll probably spend the next three days as Keller’s guest.”
“Done too much of that lately.” Sheppard’s eyes slid open, his deep voice soft but clear.
“John, you need to drink this.” Teyla had returned with a bottle of Gatorade and some power bars.
She opened the Gatorade and pushed it into Sheppard’s hands, helping him hold it while he drank until his hands steadied.
Jack moved off to one side to give the couple some space. A tug on his pant leg had him look down into a pair of big brown eyes.
“Mama takin’ care of Daddy?” said Torren.
Jack knelt to his questioner’s height.
“Yup, she sure is.” Jack told the little boy the truth.
Torren nodded as he considered this. “Are you friends with Daddy?”
Jack looked up and over at Sheppard and Teyla. They had heard Torren’s question. They gave him small matching smiles and nods of approval. “Yeah, me an’ your mom and dad are all friends.”
Teyla rescued him while Sheppard munched on a power bar and finished the Gatorade, disposing of the refuse when he was done.
“Torren, this is Uncle Jack. John has told you stories about him.”
Torren looked at Jack with those big brown eyes. “You the guy that beat the snake people?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
Torren’s eyes got even bigger. “Wow, you tell me story later ‘bout you an’ Teal an’ Daniel an’ Aunt Sam?”
Jack squirmed a bit, wondering what kind of story he could tell a child. “Sure, you betcha.”
While Torren made friends with Jack, Teyla checked John over. His pulse was still a bit fast but it was leveling out. Watching him massage the bridge of his nose, she surmised that he had a headache, a theory supported by the faint pain lines around his eyes. The way his eyes kept on closing, she knew that he would be asleep soon.
She took his hand and started pulling him upright. “John, you need to get up. You are about to fall asleep and I am sure that Richard would prefer you not do it here. And even though you do not want to, you must go to the infirmary first so that Carson or Jennifer may check you over.”
John let out a breathy chuckle. “I’d rather not do it here either.” He opened his eyes and, using his other hand, pushed himself upright with a muted groan. “Too noisy.” He headed for the door, his slow steps reasonably steady. “And yeah, you’re right about gettin’ checked out. Let’s go while I’m still upright.”
Teyla looked over at her son and Jack who appeared slightly uncomfortable. “Torren, we are going to the infirmary and I would like for you to lead.”
Torren’s head whipped around. “Okay, Mama. I lead and get us dere okay.”
Teyla stayed on one side, Jack on the other while Torren took point. The technicians smiled at the scene of the three warriors being led by the solemn toddler. Once they were outside the Gate Room, Jack and Teyla stepped up to support John, each taking one of his arms over their shoulders. They made it halfway down the hall when hurried footsteps sounded behind them.
“Hey, wait up!”
They all recognized the voice and slowed their steps even further to let Sam catch up. Just as she did, John lurched, causing Teyla to let go or else land on the floor.
“Hey, Teyla, John, Jack.” Sam took hold of John’s right arm while Teyla recovered. She glanced over at the wobbly Colonel once Teyla resumed her position. “Looks like you could use some help here. Are you heading to your quarters?”
Teyla nodded her head in greeting. “No, we are headed to the infirmary to have John checked over first. Your assistance is appreciated.”
Sam walked next to Torren while Jack and Teyla supported John. Upon entering the infirmary, Jack and Teyla steered John over to one of the exam beds as Carson bustled over.
“Ach, lad, I figured I’d be seein’ ye soon. I heard about what ye did in the Gate room.” Carson was all business as he checked his patient. “Another migraine, John?”
“Yeah, doc. Not as bad as the previous ones, but bad enough.” John breathed out from where he lay on the exam bed. “Still hurts though.”
Teyla heard Carson chuckle. “Aye lad, I’ll bet it does. I need to get ye under the scanner afore I give you anything though.”
John groaned. “I had a feeling that was coming. Can’t you just give me something and let me sleep it off?”
Carson shook his head, checking John’s vitals. “You know the rules - no checkup, no good drugs.”
“Fine, let’s just get it over with.”
Teyla smiled as John crossed his arms and stuck out his bottom lip. He was so cute when he pouted.
Carson and LJ took John to the big Ancient scanner. The big Marine nurse was very devoted to looking after John whenever he was in the infirmary. Carson scanned the information scrolling across the screen and also kept glancing over at John where he lay on the scanner bed. His eyes were closed, pain lines marring his forehead. The scan completed, Carson checked the results. “Well, no aneurysms or other brain injuries. I’ve been examining your test results since you were struck and I believe that the migraines are your brain’s response to overexertion equivalent to muscle aches.”
John opened his eyes and frowned. “So, you’re saying these migraines are like a strained muscle? That means that the more I use these abilities, the fewer migraines I’ll get?”
Teyla watched as Carson patted John on the shoulder. “That’s exactly what I mean. Just like gradual exercise will strengthen muscles and lessen muscle strains, careful use of these abilities will strengthen the neural pathways. As long as you’re careful and build up gradually, the headaches will decrease and stop unless you overexert yourself.”
“That’s great news.” John smiled in spite of his pain. “Can I go now? I’d like to get some sleep.”
Teyla shared a smile with Sam while Carson headed to the dispensary. He brought back and handed to Teyla a small bottle containing two pills.
“Here, lass. When you get to your quarters, give him these. They’ll quickly take care of that migraine.”
Teyla pocketed the vial. “Thank you, Carson.”
John slid off the bed, Sam and Jack steadying him as his feet hit the floor, supporting him until he could lock his knees. Moving in step, Torren once again in the lead, they headed out into the hall.
In the transporter, Teyla noticed how much John was drooping in Sam and Jack’s grip as they hurried to their quarters.
Sam and Jack easily maneuvered John through the doorways and got him seated on the bed. Torren climbed onto the bed beside him. Teyla headed to the bathroom to get a glass of water.
Sam started to kneel to remove his boots, but John roused and waved her off.
“I can do that myself.”
Jack cocked an eyebrow at John. “Sure ya can, but can you do it without falling on your face?”
John leaned over to remove his boots and almost did a nosedive off the bed. Jack steadied him with a hand on his shoulder. “Take it easy now.” John closed his eyes and leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs, head tilted down to control the lightheadedness he was feeling. “Don’t be so damn stubborn, Sheppard, let other people help you.”
It was Sam’s turn to cock an eyebrow, which she did while shooting a look at the General. “Pot, kettle, mean anything?”
Jack shrugged. “Whatever.”
Teyla returned at that moment. “John, open your eyes. I have your headache pills and some water.”
John sat up straight and opened his eyes with a struggle, propping himself up with his left arm when he started to wobble again. She handed him the pills which he promptly popped in his mouth and washed down with the glass of water. She pulled off his boots and outer shirt, leaving him in his t-shirt and jeans. He lay back on his pillow, wriggling around a bit on the bed to get comfortable. She watched as sleepy hazel eyes took in the pair standing at the foot of the bed.
“Thanks, guys.” He frowned a bit. “How’re Kirkwood, Miller and Owens?”
Teyla smiled, brushing his hair back. “They will be fine.” She leaned over and gently touched her forehead to his before lightly kissing him. “Rest, we are very proud of you.”
Sam touched his leg. “Get some rest, John. We’ll talk later.”
Jack patted him on the leg as well. “Yeah, Sheppard, what they said. It’s not good to argue with a strong woman.”
John looked up at Teyla, a smile gracing his face. “Especially not when she can kick your ass.” He shifted and managed to focus on the couple near his feet. “And it’s John.”
Jack grinned. “Alright John, get some rest or I won’t let you see the new football games I brought.”
“Yessir.”
With the threat made, Sam and Jack slipped from the room.
Torren leaned over and hugged John. “You sleep now, Daddy. Unca Jack gonna tell me story tonight.”
John returned the hug. “Okay, pal.” He yawned. “You be good.”
After another hug, Torren climbed from the bed and went to play.
With everyone else gone from the room, Teyla helped John pull off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers and t-shirt. As he settled into the mattress, Teyla took a moment to just admire her husband to be. His shirt was snug enough that it showed off his physique quite well.
*“Sleep, John. I shall be near.”*
*”I know.”* Sleepy hazel eyes met hers. *”Love you”*
*I love you too.”*
After pulling up the blankets, Teyla brushed her fingers through his hair. John’s eyes slid closed, his breathing evening out as he slipped into a deep healing sleep. She lingered at his side, marveling at the strength of the man sleeping beside her. She thought of the day they met and the way his direct gaze had opened a door to her heart. At that moment she had felt a connection. It wasn’t until he rescued her from the Hive ship that she realized he had become her fixed star, the guiding light in her life, protecting her and always leading her home.
Shortly after John fell asleep, the door chimed, announcing Ronon and Rodney’s arrival.
“Teyla, what the hell happened? Why didn’t the techs call me or Radek? We probably could have fixed the jumper!” Rodney’s words rolled out nonstop in irritation.
Teyla rolled her eyes at the scientist. “Rodney, calm down. There was no time to call you. The control board was damaged by a lightning bolt. The area was too dangerous to send a rescue or repair team on foot. A second jumper would have needed to be sent and would have incurred the same possibility of being damaged. What John did was actually the best solution. It risked no one else.”
Rodney snorted, crossing his arms as he paced the confines of her living room. “No, it only risked him and his damn Kirk hero complex.”
Sam interrupted from the kitchenette. “I don’t know about that, Rodney. From what I understand of the bond he has with the city, I don’t think Atlantis would have assisted or allowed him to do something that was potentially fatal.”
Rodney turned at the voice. “Sam!” And he saw who was behind her. “General.”
Jack waved his hand. “Enough, McKay. It’s done and everyone is alright.”
“How is Sheppard?” said Ronon from his position near the door.
“He is resting. Carson gave him some pills for his headache.”
“Okay, now that the crisis is over, would someone like to tell me what just happened?” Teyla watched as Jack took up station in the middle of the floor, arms crossed over his chest. “I know Sheppard’s an exceptional pilot, but last I checked, flying a jumper from the other side of a wormhole was not one of his skills.”
Teyla settled on the couch before facing the General and beginning the tale. “John was struck by a rogue lightning bolt that traveled through the Gate. It interacted with his gene and has increased his connection to Atlantis. He now has a much greater sensitivity to all things Ancient.”
She could see the thoughts move across Jack’s face. “So what, now the city talks to him?”
Teyla nodded. “Yes, just as you and I do. So do many of the devices left behind by the Ancestors.”
McKay glared at him. “You do realize that we’re telling you this in confidence so it doesn’t end up in a report.”
Teyla saw Jack give him a ‘duh’ look. “Well gee, McKay, I thought I’d just go to the next IOA meeting and spill my guts so that the one person that can keep this powder keg from exploding could get shipped off to Area 51. Give me some credit, will ya?”
“Jack.” Sam warned from the other couch. “They’re just concerned and protective, just like Daniel, Teal’c and I would be of you in this situation.”
Jack ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath and then releasing it. “Yeah, you’re right, Sam.”
“I would have told you, but I’ve been taking the Hammond on short hops to check out the planned route for surprises so we don’t run into any asteroid belts if there are any problems.” Sam shrugged an apology.
Jack paced while Teyla updated Sam, Ronon and McKay on the day’s events. As he listened, Jack let his eyes roam over the décor, noticing the rich colors of a hand-woven blanket thrown over one of the chairs and the groupings of candles scattered through the room, along with carvings and pottery from many different worlds.
He also glanced over the frames massed on one wall. Along with some photos, there were John’s commendations: the Air Force Cross and the newest one, the Medal of Honor, awarded for his actions protecting Earth against the Super Hive. He even had the Antarctic Service Medal, Afghanistan Campaign Medal, Distinguished Flying Cross, and the Global War on Terrorism Service Medal and several others along with the Small Arms Expert Marksmanship Ribbon. As Jack looked them over, he realized how many places there were where they had both served and wondered why they never met before Antarctica. He also had his degrees from Stanford displayed. Mixed in with the awards were photos of John taken at his various duty stations, Elizabeth Weir, Teyla, Torren, McKay, Ronon and Ford in various groupings, some candid while others were posed. One picture, displayed in a hand-carved wooden frame, showed John, Teyla, Torren, McKay and Ronon taken just after John’s promotion to full bird Colonel. There were also mementos from many of the planets the team had visited over the last six years. Knowing how private of a person John was, Jack wondered how Teyla had convinced him to display his awards. It took years for Sam to convince him to finally display his.
Something else on the wall caught his eye. It was a plaque with John’s name on it. Below his name was a separate plate with his rank. Attached below that were slots with typed inserts listing the various records that Sheppard held on Atlantis, including fastest infirmary escape (ten minutes), most Hive ships destroyed (five) and most times stunned (too numerous to count). Jack smiled, shaking his head in amusement as he moved away.
After a time, Ronon and Rodney left, promising to return later with dinner. Teyla went to check on Torren, leaving Sam and Jack alone in the central room.
Jack walked over to the balcony and looked out over the snow-shrouded city watching the aurora shimmer and dance.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Sam was gazing out at the view as well.
“It is, but not as beautiful as you.” Jack glanced over at the smart, strong, gorgeous and deadly woman at his side. These were qualities that she and Teyla shared, just like he and John shared some qualities as well, such as the Ancient gene, stubbornness, protectiveness and the ability to piss off the bad guys with just a smirk.
Indeed, he had been struck by their resemblance the first time they met. Looking at then Major John Sheppard had been like looking in a mirror. They were of similar height and build with similar backgrounds in the Air Force, both having served in Special Ops units. During John’s time at the SGC when Helia had kicked them out of Atlantis, he’d overheard several people asking if they were related in some way. He had a feeling they were, but hadn’t had the time to trace the family trees.
Jack snaked his arm around Sam’s waist and glanced around before drawing her into a quick kiss. She returned the kiss fervently and when they parted it was with great reluctance.
“Is John really alright?”
Sam nodded. “He will be. A day or so of rest and he’ll be good as new. He had Atlantis and three ZPMs backing him up this time, unlike the last time there was an incident in the Gate Room.”
Jack grimaced in sympathy. “Yeah, those ZPMs make a difference. It should be interesting to see what kind of results he gets off-world when they find some more outposts.”
Sam nodded after a moment’s thought. “I think it will depend on the condition of the facility. At least, it should make finding out what the facility was used for simpler instead of fumbling around.”
“Speaking of fumbles, what happened to the Marine that dropped the artifact that caused that explosion?”
“After Lorne got done chewing him a new one for not following procedures, Ronon got a hold of him.”
Jack covered his face with his free hand and groaned. “Where’s the body buried?”
Sam shook her head and grinned. “Nope, no body. He used the guy as his ‘teaching assistant’ for a week.”
Jack winced. “Ow.”
Sam nodded. “Ow is right. I heard that the guy had to sleep standing for three days.”
They lapsed into silence, watching the snowfall and enjoying each other’s company.
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Title: Lightning Strikes
Author: Amycat8733
Rating: T
Pairing(s): John/Teyla
Characters: John, Teyla, Rodney, Ronon, Keller, Lorne, Woolsey
Warning(s): sentient Atlantis
Length: 73,530 words
Disclaimer: The characters and locales of SGA don't belong to me. For fun, not profit. I just swim in the pool. No borrowed OCs were harmed during these productions.
Summary: A lightning bolt brings change to John Sheppard. His bond with the city deepens, bringing its own hazards. Friendship is tested as Rodney and John clash over his new strength. As John’s abilities grow and change, change also comes to Atlantis.
Some events are based around the Legacy series by Jo Graham, Melissa Scott and Amy Griswold. Takes place during Season Six.
Part 25
Jack helped Sheppard walk across the floor to the same office. Jack took advantage of Sheppard’s daze to ponder what he’d just seen. He’d noticed the look that crossed Woolsey’s face when Sheppard requested that the Gate room be cleared and the worry in Teyla’s eyes. When the blue glow formed around the younger Colonel, Jack had definitely been surprised and, after ten years in the Stargate Program, very few things still had that effect on him.
Without a doubt, Sheppard’s feat had been the best solution to the situation. It also answered several questions that had popped into Jack’s head after reading some of the recent reports from Atlantis. He regularly read the reports from Atlantis’s senior staff and the reports from a mission to P7R-4031 had seemed a bit bland. Sheppard’s mission reports were usually quite entertaining, but that one had been dull and more notable for what it didn’t than what it did say. He suspected that something occurred on that mission that had made Sheppard’s present astounding trick possible.
Regardless of when it happened, he could understand Sheppard’s reluctance to say anything about it. This kind of interaction with Ancient technology would make him a valuable commodity back home. Sheppard and Woolsey would immediately have recognized the ramifications and his team would have understood the necessity of keeping it under wraps. Heck, probably only a handful of personnel in the city even knew about the change and he’d bet that they were all senior command staff. Jack definitely needed to talk to Sheppard about this.
Teyla passed them just before they reached Woolsey’s office, probably headed to get something for Sheppard. Jack steered his charge towards one of the plush visitor’s chairs. As soon as he plopped into a chair, Sheppard slumped low enough to rest his head on its back. His eyes flickered closed.
Jack nudged him on the shoulder. “Sheppard, you need to stay awake. You go to sleep now and you’ll probably spend the next three days as Keller’s guest.”
“Done too much of that lately.” Sheppard’s eyes slid open, his deep voice soft but clear.
“John, you need to drink this.” Teyla had returned with a bottle of Gatorade and some power bars.
She opened the Gatorade and pushed it into Sheppard’s hands, helping him hold it while he drank until his hands steadied.
Jack moved off to one side to give the couple some space. A tug on his pant leg had him look down into a pair of big brown eyes.
“Mama takin’ care of Daddy?” said Torren.
Jack knelt to his questioner’s height.
“Yup, she sure is.” Jack told the little boy the truth.
Torren nodded as he considered this. “Are you friends with Daddy?”
Jack looked up and over at Sheppard and Teyla. They had heard Torren’s question. They gave him small matching smiles and nods of approval. “Yeah, me an’ your mom and dad are all friends.”
Teyla rescued him while Sheppard munched on a power bar and finished the Gatorade, disposing of the refuse when he was done.
“Torren, this is Uncle Jack. John has told you stories about him.”
Torren looked at Jack with those big brown eyes. “You the guy that beat the snake people?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
Torren’s eyes got even bigger. “Wow, you tell me story later ‘bout you an’ Teal an’ Daniel an’ Aunt Sam?”
Jack squirmed a bit, wondering what kind of story he could tell a child. “Sure, you betcha.”
While Torren made friends with Jack, Teyla checked John over. His pulse was still a bit fast but it was leveling out. Watching him massage the bridge of his nose, she surmised that he had a headache, a theory supported by the faint pain lines around his eyes. The way his eyes kept on closing, she knew that he would be asleep soon.
She took his hand and started pulling him upright. “John, you need to get up. You are about to fall asleep and I am sure that Richard would prefer you not do it here. And even though you do not want to, you must go to the infirmary first so that Carson or Jennifer may check you over.”
John let out a breathy chuckle. “I’d rather not do it here either.” He opened his eyes and, using his other hand, pushed himself upright with a muted groan. “Too noisy.” He headed for the door, his slow steps reasonably steady. “And yeah, you’re right about gettin’ checked out. Let’s go while I’m still upright.”
Teyla looked over at her son and Jack who appeared slightly uncomfortable. “Torren, we are going to the infirmary and I would like for you to lead.”
Torren’s head whipped around. “Okay, Mama. I lead and get us dere okay.”
Teyla stayed on one side, Jack on the other while Torren took point. The technicians smiled at the scene of the three warriors being led by the solemn toddler. Once they were outside the Gate Room, Jack and Teyla stepped up to support John, each taking one of his arms over their shoulders. They made it halfway down the hall when hurried footsteps sounded behind them.
“Hey, wait up!”
They all recognized the voice and slowed their steps even further to let Sam catch up. Just as she did, John lurched, causing Teyla to let go or else land on the floor.
“Hey, Teyla, John, Jack.” Sam took hold of John’s right arm while Teyla recovered. She glanced over at the wobbly Colonel once Teyla resumed her position. “Looks like you could use some help here. Are you heading to your quarters?”
Teyla nodded her head in greeting. “No, we are headed to the infirmary to have John checked over first. Your assistance is appreciated.”
Sam walked next to Torren while Jack and Teyla supported John. Upon entering the infirmary, Jack and Teyla steered John over to one of the exam beds as Carson bustled over.
“Ach, lad, I figured I’d be seein’ ye soon. I heard about what ye did in the Gate room.” Carson was all business as he checked his patient. “Another migraine, John?”
“Yeah, doc. Not as bad as the previous ones, but bad enough.” John breathed out from where he lay on the exam bed. “Still hurts though.”
Teyla heard Carson chuckle. “Aye lad, I’ll bet it does. I need to get ye under the scanner afore I give you anything though.”
John groaned. “I had a feeling that was coming. Can’t you just give me something and let me sleep it off?”
Carson shook his head, checking John’s vitals. “You know the rules - no checkup, no good drugs.”
“Fine, let’s just get it over with.”
Teyla smiled as John crossed his arms and stuck out his bottom lip. He was so cute when he pouted.
Carson and LJ took John to the big Ancient scanner. The big Marine nurse was very devoted to looking after John whenever he was in the infirmary. Carson scanned the information scrolling across the screen and also kept glancing over at John where he lay on the scanner bed. His eyes were closed, pain lines marring his forehead. The scan completed, Carson checked the results. “Well, no aneurysms or other brain injuries. I’ve been examining your test results since you were struck and I believe that the migraines are your brain’s response to overexertion equivalent to muscle aches.”
John opened his eyes and frowned. “So, you’re saying these migraines are like a strained muscle? That means that the more I use these abilities, the fewer migraines I’ll get?”
Teyla watched as Carson patted John on the shoulder. “That’s exactly what I mean. Just like gradual exercise will strengthen muscles and lessen muscle strains, careful use of these abilities will strengthen the neural pathways. As long as you’re careful and build up gradually, the headaches will decrease and stop unless you overexert yourself.”
“That’s great news.” John smiled in spite of his pain. “Can I go now? I’d like to get some sleep.”
Teyla shared a smile with Sam while Carson headed to the dispensary. He brought back and handed to Teyla a small bottle containing two pills.
“Here, lass. When you get to your quarters, give him these. They’ll quickly take care of that migraine.”
Teyla pocketed the vial. “Thank you, Carson.”
John slid off the bed, Sam and Jack steadying him as his feet hit the floor, supporting him until he could lock his knees. Moving in step, Torren once again in the lead, they headed out into the hall.
In the transporter, Teyla noticed how much John was drooping in Sam and Jack’s grip as they hurried to their quarters.
Sam and Jack easily maneuvered John through the doorways and got him seated on the bed. Torren climbed onto the bed beside him. Teyla headed to the bathroom to get a glass of water.
Sam started to kneel to remove his boots, but John roused and waved her off.
“I can do that myself.”
Jack cocked an eyebrow at John. “Sure ya can, but can you do it without falling on your face?”
John leaned over to remove his boots and almost did a nosedive off the bed. Jack steadied him with a hand on his shoulder. “Take it easy now.” John closed his eyes and leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs, head tilted down to control the lightheadedness he was feeling. “Don’t be so damn stubborn, Sheppard, let other people help you.”
It was Sam’s turn to cock an eyebrow, which she did while shooting a look at the General. “Pot, kettle, mean anything?”
Jack shrugged. “Whatever.”
Teyla returned at that moment. “John, open your eyes. I have your headache pills and some water.”
John sat up straight and opened his eyes with a struggle, propping himself up with his left arm when he started to wobble again. She handed him the pills which he promptly popped in his mouth and washed down with the glass of water. She pulled off his boots and outer shirt, leaving him in his t-shirt and jeans. He lay back on his pillow, wriggling around a bit on the bed to get comfortable. She watched as sleepy hazel eyes took in the pair standing at the foot of the bed.
“Thanks, guys.” He frowned a bit. “How’re Kirkwood, Miller and Owens?”
Teyla smiled, brushing his hair back. “They will be fine.” She leaned over and gently touched her forehead to his before lightly kissing him. “Rest, we are very proud of you.”
Sam touched his leg. “Get some rest, John. We’ll talk later.”
Jack patted him on the leg as well. “Yeah, Sheppard, what they said. It’s not good to argue with a strong woman.”
John looked up at Teyla, a smile gracing his face. “Especially not when she can kick your ass.” He shifted and managed to focus on the couple near his feet. “And it’s John.”
Jack grinned. “Alright John, get some rest or I won’t let you see the new football games I brought.”
“Yessir.”
With the threat made, Sam and Jack slipped from the room.
Torren leaned over and hugged John. “You sleep now, Daddy. Unca Jack gonna tell me story tonight.”
John returned the hug. “Okay, pal.” He yawned. “You be good.”
After another hug, Torren climbed from the bed and went to play.
With everyone else gone from the room, Teyla helped John pull off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers and t-shirt. As he settled into the mattress, Teyla took a moment to just admire her husband to be. His shirt was snug enough that it showed off his physique quite well.
*“Sleep, John. I shall be near.”*
*”I know.”* Sleepy hazel eyes met hers. *”Love you”*
*I love you too.”*
After pulling up the blankets, Teyla brushed her fingers through his hair. John’s eyes slid closed, his breathing evening out as he slipped into a deep healing sleep. She lingered at his side, marveling at the strength of the man sleeping beside her. She thought of the day they met and the way his direct gaze had opened a door to her heart. At that moment she had felt a connection. It wasn’t until he rescued her from the Hive ship that she realized he had become her fixed star, the guiding light in her life, protecting her and always leading her home.
Shortly after John fell asleep, the door chimed, announcing Ronon and Rodney’s arrival.
“Teyla, what the hell happened? Why didn’t the techs call me or Radek? We probably could have fixed the jumper!” Rodney’s words rolled out nonstop in irritation.
Teyla rolled her eyes at the scientist. “Rodney, calm down. There was no time to call you. The control board was damaged by a lightning bolt. The area was too dangerous to send a rescue or repair team on foot. A second jumper would have needed to be sent and would have incurred the same possibility of being damaged. What John did was actually the best solution. It risked no one else.”
Rodney snorted, crossing his arms as he paced the confines of her living room. “No, it only risked him and his damn Kirk hero complex.”
Sam interrupted from the kitchenette. “I don’t know about that, Rodney. From what I understand of the bond he has with the city, I don’t think Atlantis would have assisted or allowed him to do something that was potentially fatal.”
Rodney turned at the voice. “Sam!” And he saw who was behind her. “General.”
Jack waved his hand. “Enough, McKay. It’s done and everyone is alright.”
“How is Sheppard?” said Ronon from his position near the door.
“He is resting. Carson gave him some pills for his headache.”
“Okay, now that the crisis is over, would someone like to tell me what just happened?” Teyla watched as Jack took up station in the middle of the floor, arms crossed over his chest. “I know Sheppard’s an exceptional pilot, but last I checked, flying a jumper from the other side of a wormhole was not one of his skills.”
Teyla settled on the couch before facing the General and beginning the tale. “John was struck by a rogue lightning bolt that traveled through the Gate. It interacted with his gene and has increased his connection to Atlantis. He now has a much greater sensitivity to all things Ancient.”
She could see the thoughts move across Jack’s face. “So what, now the city talks to him?”
Teyla nodded. “Yes, just as you and I do. So do many of the devices left behind by the Ancestors.”
McKay glared at him. “You do realize that we’re telling you this in confidence so it doesn’t end up in a report.”
Teyla saw Jack give him a ‘duh’ look. “Well gee, McKay, I thought I’d just go to the next IOA meeting and spill my guts so that the one person that can keep this powder keg from exploding could get shipped off to Area 51. Give me some credit, will ya?”
“Jack.” Sam warned from the other couch. “They’re just concerned and protective, just like Daniel, Teal’c and I would be of you in this situation.”
Jack ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath and then releasing it. “Yeah, you’re right, Sam.”
“I would have told you, but I’ve been taking the Hammond on short hops to check out the planned route for surprises so we don’t run into any asteroid belts if there are any problems.” Sam shrugged an apology.
Jack paced while Teyla updated Sam, Ronon and McKay on the day’s events. As he listened, Jack let his eyes roam over the décor, noticing the rich colors of a hand-woven blanket thrown over one of the chairs and the groupings of candles scattered through the room, along with carvings and pottery from many different worlds.
He also glanced over the frames massed on one wall. Along with some photos, there were John’s commendations: the Air Force Cross and the newest one, the Medal of Honor, awarded for his actions protecting Earth against the Super Hive. He even had the Antarctic Service Medal, Afghanistan Campaign Medal, Distinguished Flying Cross, and the Global War on Terrorism Service Medal and several others along with the Small Arms Expert Marksmanship Ribbon. As Jack looked them over, he realized how many places there were where they had both served and wondered why they never met before Antarctica. He also had his degrees from Stanford displayed. Mixed in with the awards were photos of John taken at his various duty stations, Elizabeth Weir, Teyla, Torren, McKay, Ronon and Ford in various groupings, some candid while others were posed. One picture, displayed in a hand-carved wooden frame, showed John, Teyla, Torren, McKay and Ronon taken just after John’s promotion to full bird Colonel. There were also mementos from many of the planets the team had visited over the last six years. Knowing how private of a person John was, Jack wondered how Teyla had convinced him to display his awards. It took years for Sam to convince him to finally display his.
Something else on the wall caught his eye. It was a plaque with John’s name on it. Below his name was a separate plate with his rank. Attached below that were slots with typed inserts listing the various records that Sheppard held on Atlantis, including fastest infirmary escape (ten minutes), most Hive ships destroyed (five) and most times stunned (too numerous to count). Jack smiled, shaking his head in amusement as he moved away.
After a time, Ronon and Rodney left, promising to return later with dinner. Teyla went to check on Torren, leaving Sam and Jack alone in the central room.
Jack walked over to the balcony and looked out over the snow-shrouded city watching the aurora shimmer and dance.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Sam was gazing out at the view as well.
“It is, but not as beautiful as you.” Jack glanced over at the smart, strong, gorgeous and deadly woman at his side. These were qualities that she and Teyla shared, just like he and John shared some qualities as well, such as the Ancient gene, stubbornness, protectiveness and the ability to piss off the bad guys with just a smirk.
Indeed, he had been struck by their resemblance the first time they met. Looking at then Major John Sheppard had been like looking in a mirror. They were of similar height and build with similar backgrounds in the Air Force, both having served in Special Ops units. During John’s time at the SGC when Helia had kicked them out of Atlantis, he’d overheard several people asking if they were related in some way. He had a feeling they were, but hadn’t had the time to trace the family trees.
Jack snaked his arm around Sam’s waist and glanced around before drawing her into a quick kiss. She returned the kiss fervently and when they parted it was with great reluctance.
“Is John really alright?”
Sam nodded. “He will be. A day or so of rest and he’ll be good as new. He had Atlantis and three ZPMs backing him up this time, unlike the last time there was an incident in the Gate Room.”
Jack grimaced in sympathy. “Yeah, those ZPMs make a difference. It should be interesting to see what kind of results he gets off-world when they find some more outposts.”
Sam nodded after a moment’s thought. “I think it will depend on the condition of the facility. At least, it should make finding out what the facility was used for simpler instead of fumbling around.”
“Speaking of fumbles, what happened to the Marine that dropped the artifact that caused that explosion?”
“After Lorne got done chewing him a new one for not following procedures, Ronon got a hold of him.”
Jack covered his face with his free hand and groaned. “Where’s the body buried?”
Sam shook her head and grinned. “Nope, no body. He used the guy as his ‘teaching assistant’ for a week.”
Jack winced. “Ow.”
Sam nodded. “Ow is right. I heard that the guy had to sleep standing for three days.”
They lapsed into silence, watching the snowfall and enjoying each other’s company.