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Making You Better

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Making You Better

They were running again. They couldn't even see who was shooting at them. Although, the blasts from wraith stunners should have been a clue. However, John Sheppard and his team have long since learned that wraith stunners didn't necessarily mean wraith. Even Atlantis used wraith stunners.

John turned and fired blindly into the dark woods. His team was ahead of him, as he brought up the rear, so there was no fear of hurting his friends.

He turned to continue his mad dash for the 'Gate. He was close enough to hear the whoosh of the wormhole forming, glad that McKay had gotten to it safely since he was at the head of the group.

John looked over his shoulder one more time, but it was a mistake. He ran headlong into someone, knocking himself back onto his ass.

“What the...?” John started to ask but was stopped when there was a sharp pain in his neck. He still couldn't see who it was, it was so dark. He'd never gotten the chance to turn his flashlight on or dig out his night vision goggles as he was running.

It didn't matter though, because soon he was engulfed by a darkness no one could see through.


John woke up slowly. He had no idea how much time had passed. As he opened his eyes, he realized he had no idea where he was either.

He had a massive headache and when he tried to raise his hands to rub his temples, he found that he couldn't. Testing it out, he realized he was chained to a table. It felt like an operating table, having been on enough of those to know what they felt like.

It was dark in the room.

“Hello?” John called, his voice cracking from disuse. It was a relatively small room based on the echo.

There was a small window in what he assumed was the only door. A very minimal amount of light shown through that small window.

“Hello!?” John called louder, rattling the chains on his wrists and the ones he realized were around his ankles.

“Hush now, John,” a voice said from only a few feet away. “You'll wake the children.”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” John gasped, jerking in surprise. “Don't do that!”

The voice laughed and moved closer. John tried to see who it was but it was too dark. The voice sounded familiar and strange. Almost wraith-like but not quite.

John's stomach dropped when he figured it out. The dread built up in his belly, tensing his shoulders and causing him to struggle against the chains.

“Michael?” John asked in a whisper.

“It's good to see you again, John,” Michael said, stepping up beside John.

John could just see his outline in the limited light. “Wish I could say the same, but I can't see a damn thing,” he drawled.

“It'll get better,” Michael said dismissively.

There was a poke in John's arm and he felt the burn of something being injected.

“What the hell was that?” the Colonel asked trepidatiously.

“Gene therapy,” Michael answered simply.

“What?” John asked, freezing his attempts to get free. “Gene therapy for what?”

A hand brushed the hair back from John's forehead, and a soft chuckle filled John's ear. Michael's face was right beside John's.

“I'm going to make you into a very special kind of hybrid,” Michael spoke gently into John's ear, his hand petting the Colonel's hair.

“No,” John said softly, almost begging. “You can't do that!”

“It's already started,” Michael said.

“Why me?” John growled.

“Many reasons,” Michael answered.

“What are you turning me into?” John whispered.

“Did you know that most wraith queens are hermaphrodites?” the hybrid asked.

John frowned. “No, I did not know that. What does that have to do with me?”

“And did you know that the Iratus bug that bit you was a female?” Michael continued. “It's all there in your blood. Dr. Beckett made note of it.”

“Why does that matter?” John asked, getting very confused and frustrated by the direction this conversation was taking.

"You were stung by a female wraith that had been exposed to Iratus RNA," Michael kept talking, ignoring John's queries. "You nearly turned into a human-Iratus hybrid."

Michael's hand moved down and caressed John's face. John jerked his face away from the offending hand.

“You're not answering me!” John spat, a little disturbed that Michael knew so much.

“Actually, I am,” Michael said with a condescending smile in his voice. “Put the pieces together, John. You're smart enough. Stop playing dumb. I read your files when you had me locked up in that made up life on Atlantis.”

John gulped, a slow panic building up in his shoulders. “Why did you read my files?” he asked lowly, deflecting for now.

Michael chuckled, knowing exactly what he was doing. The hybrid brought his hands to either side of John's face and rubbed his thumbs over John's cheekbones. The darkness of the room didn't seem to bother or deter Michael from studying his captive.

“I had no memory of anything, no family, no friends, no lovers. But I still understood desire and lust,” Michael said, scaring the crap out of John. “I desired you from the moment I first saw you. Naturally, I would want to learn everything I could about you.”

“The creepy way,” John drawled, trying to sound less terrified. He knew he was failing horribly.

Michael made a sound like he was amused, his thumbs stroking John's cheeks again. With no warning whatsoever, Michael's lips claimed John's. John gasped and Michael used the chance to push his tongue into the Colonel's mouth. For several moments, John was too stunned to do anything. When he got it in his head to bite, Michael pulled back. With one more flick of his wet tongue over John's pouty bottom lip, Michael pulled away completely.

“You taste better than I thought you would,” Michael commented, panting and out of breath.

John growled, trying to keep his mouth in check.

“You've figured it out, John. I know you have,” Michael continued. “So what do I plan on doing to you?”

John glared at what he could see of Michael's form. “Turn me into a weird human-wraith-Iratus bug hybrid hermaphrodite freak,” he growled through clenched teeth. “I'm guessing.”

"You guess correctly," the hybrid said. "I'm going to turn you into the perfect mate for me. It would please me and make my work much simpler. So I see no reason to refrain from taking something I've wanted for a long time."

"Wait," John gasped, disgust settling in the pit of his stomach. "You're not going to make me lay eggs or something, are you?"

“I don't know for sure,” Michael said with a tilt of his head. “There's a fifty-fifty chance of you gestating like a wraith or like a human.”

“Get the fuck away from me!” John yelled, renewing his struggles against his restraints.

Michael laughed again, then crushed his lips to John's one more time. He licked and explored John's lips with his tongue, even though John kept trying to turn his face away or bite him. But Michael simply held John's face in his hands, pulling back and smirking each time John's teeth came at him. The hybrid finally pulled back, sighing softly.

“Soon enough, we'll be able to enjoy each other's bodies,” Michael lamented. “But not yet.”

“No chance!” John hissed.

“You'll change your mind,” Michael said confidently. He stood from his lean over John. “Let me know when it gets easier to see,” he instructed. “Just scream. One of the children will hear you.”

“Children?” John asked.

“My hybrids,” Michael informed, then left the room through the door with the dusty window.


To be continued.
I mean it this time, I swear!