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April 26th, 2006

Fic: Just This Once (R) @ 01:57 pm

Title: Just This Once
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Lorne, Weir, Brown, Kavanagh, Everett, Dex, Emmagan, Simpson, Cadman, Beckett, Halling, Jinto
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Lorne/Weir, Beckett/Cadman
Rating: Hard R for this part, but series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: Character deaths, Smut, Angst, Cliffie
Spoilers: References to events (some somewhat different in this AU) in Duet
Summary: Part 13 of the Unified Theory series-- an AU where Everett was never drained by the Wraith and kept his position as military commander of Atlantis.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.

Lorne hummed appreciatively as Elizabeth claimed his mouth again. As he slid his hands to her shoulders, he caught sight of the time. Damn. "Eliz-- Liz'be--" Gently, he pushed her back. "Stop, please. I've got to go."

She pouted. "Just a little longer..." Her hand slid into his hair, pulling him into another kiss.

He turned them, pushing her against the wall and covering her with his body, kissing her hard and desperately. When they had to break for breath, he pulled back and began rearranging his clothes-- tucking himself back into his underwear and then fastening the fly and tucking his tee shirt in as he spoke. "Beckett says he's down to four doses. We've got to get a wraith or we're going to lose Ford."

"I know," Elizabeth said, leaning back against the wall and sighing. "I'm sorry. It's just hard watching you go and knowing there's no other way to do this, no diplomatic solution."

"I'll be fine," Lorne assured her, slipping his tac vest on. "Lipski and Tavernier are good men and Teyla's the best there is."

"Just be careful, Chris," she said, pulling him in for one last quick kiss, then wiping the telltale smudges of lipstick off him.


John and Rodney simply lay curled together for a while, lazily enjoying their shared warmth and the delicious drowsiness that comes after mind-blowing sex. They both dozed for a while.

John awoke to Rodney's fingers running through his chest hair. He smiled lazily as he opened his eyes. "Planning to ravish me again so soon?" he teased.

"God, don't tempt me," Rodney said, a strangely shy smile playing about his lips as he swirled a finger through a patch of John's chest hair, making whorled patterns.

"Hmmm... You know, as much as staying here and getting thoroughly debauched appeals, I think I may need food to keep my energy up."

Rodney sighed. "Yeah, I think you're right."

"Cafeteria?" John asked.

"Yeah. While they've still got good stuff from the Daedalus."

John sat up and winced.

"You okay?"

John nodded. "Just that stretched muscle feel you get sometimes." He made a moue of distaste at the sticky mess on his stomach. "You okay with showering together or do you want to go first?"

Rodney considered, biting his lip. The shower in their apartment was comparatively large, but his claustrophobia was enough to make the thought generally unromantic and unsexy. "You go first. I'll, uh, see."



Rodney and John entered the cafeteria, where a red-head in science blue saw them, smiled brightly, and waved. Kavanagh, sitting across from her, looked over his shoulder to see who she was waving at and nodded in their direction. Rodney nodded at the two scientists as they got into line.

John gave a little wave, looking a little unsure about the woman. "Who's she?" he asked.

"Doctor Katie Brown, botanist," Rodney answered, considering their selection and making a little moaning sound. "They have real maple-cured ham. Oh, God, I think I've died and gone to heaven."

"I didn't think you did much with the 'squishy sciences' people," John said, trying to hide his amusement at Rodney.

Rodney shrugged, a little too casually. "We dated a couple of times. Didn't work out."

"Oh?" John asked, starting to reach for a tangerine-- the kind that were tiny and deep orange and perfect in their tart sweetness. Rodney gave him a horrified look and he quickly changed direction, grabbing a banana instead. Damn, he'd really miss citrus.

"Let's just say on one of the dates Cadman was in my head trying to 'help out' and leave it at that."

"I see," John said. "Well, apparently there are no hard feelings. Hey, is this biscuits and gravy? Man, it's been forever!"

Rodney looked at him strangely. "You just got here after six months on Earth and it's been forever for you?"

John shrugged. "I wasn't in the mood?"

Rodney rolled his eyes, collected a danish and a cup of coffee and headed toward the tables. John took a plate of the biscuits and gravy and followed.

"Oh, Rodney, are you all right? I heard about what happened," Dr. Brown was saying. Her voice was quiet, concerned, gentle and just a little breathy. John liked her immediately.

"I'm fine now," Rodney answered. "Just a little..." He waved a hand vaguely.

"Well, it's good you had Doctor Sheppard by your side to help you through it," she said, beaming at John.

John gave her one of his most charming smiles. "You can call me John, though I like the sound of Doctor Sheppard."

"I like the sound of Doctor John Sheppard-McKay even better," Rodney said, giving him a warning glance.

John put on his best innocent, slightly hurt and puzzled look in response. "But that's a bit long-winded for casual conversation, Rodney, dear."

Rodney huffed and turned his attention to Kavanagh. "So, I hear you had a bit of a run-in with a wraith dart, Kavanagh. Didn't you learn anything in physics class? He with the most inertia wins."

Kavanagh chuckled. "He didn't win once Dillon and Ronon got hold of him."

"Ah, yes. Well, that Ronon fellow has his own kind of inertia, I'm sure."

"Yeah, he definitely does." John noted that Kavanagh's face went just a little soft and slightly flushed, his eyes behind his glasses getting a far-off look as he spoke. Interesting.

"How'd the meeting go last night?" Rodney asked.

"Went really well," Kavanagh answered. "We had about twenty people there. There are a few faces I didn't see that I'd hoped to, but all-in-all it went well."

"What meeting was this? Mensa?" John asked.

"Twelve-step program," Rodney answered. "Mensa meeting is tomorrow."

"You're coming, aren't you, Doctor Sheppard?" Kavanagh asked.

John gave the scientist a surprised look. "Were you expecting me?"

Kavanagh grinned. "Your husband's been talking about you... more like gloating, actually."

Rodney spluttered. "I was just making sure you paid him the proper respect due to his intelligence and education and didn't assume things based on his being married to me."

"Oh, well, I think his level of intelligence could certainly be questioned based on his being married to you," Kavanagh answered.

Rodney's eyes narrowed. "Keep talking like that and I'll assign you to sewage treatment repair."

Kavanagh nodded toward the crutches propped against his chair. "Light duty, McKay. And I'm not allowed to get my cast wet, or strain my broken ribs or wrenched shoulder."

"Revenge is a dish best served cold," Rodney answered. John could see that his eyes were sparkling, though.

God, how times had changed if Rodney was enjoying sparring with Kavanagh...

"So you're in Mensa, Doct--, er, John?" Brown asked.

"Yeah, Rodney bullied me into joining," John answered. "I never should have told him I qualified." He grinned at his husband.

"What?" Rodney asked. "Smart is sexy!"

"You just wanted me for a trophy husband," John teased.

Rodney snorted. "If I wanted a trophy spouse, I'd have chosen someone without sentient hair."

"Hey! What's wrong with my hair?"

"I like his hair," Brown said. "It sort of reminds me of a fern I once had."

Rodney smirked. "I rest my case."


Everett sighed as he took in the devastation on MX7-252. They were too late. "Crown and Majeski, search the settlement for survivors. Ronon and I are going to check out the ruins. Check in every 15 minutes."

Crown checked her watch and nodded. "Yes, sir."


"Can't we get out of this?" Lorne asked.

Teyla shook her head. "It is considered a grave insult to leave the village during festival time. But perhaps an alliance will come of this visit."

Lorne followed her eyes to where Tavernier was smiling and laughing with the village elder, casting occasional interested glances at the tiny, dark-headed, and shy beauty who waited on them. "Yeah, as long as Tavernier doesn't say the wrong--"

Suddenly, the elder stood, smiling hugely. "Today will be a day of even greater celebration! Our new friend Claude of the planet France has passed the test and will wed my daughter tonight!"

The Frenchman gave Lorne a look of wide-eyed terror.

Lorne swore.


"Because most of our facilities are underground, there is little fear of their being discovered by the wraith," Premiere Leeth said.

"Interesting," Simpson said, looking around the cavernous facility. "Some of the technology looks familiar. You don't trade for any of it, do you?"

"Some is derived from what we could work out of the Ancestor's technology. Some is engineered based on technologies of other civilisations-- the Genii, the Noran, the Satedans, and so on. We try to remain technologically independent, however."

"Always a good choice," Cadman said.

The Premiere nodded and opened his mouth to speak, when an alarm began sounding. Workers began dropping what they were doing and heading for the elevators.

"What's happening?" Dekker asked.

"I'm afraid it appears to be a wraith scout. We must leave at once."

"But aren't you safer down here than on the surface?" Cole asked.

"Indeed. But the facility is only partially shielded. We can't risk the wraith discovering it by means of sensing our life force. Kano, could you be sure our guests are taken care of?"

His bodyguard smiled. "Yes, sir. At once."


"John, Rodney! Wait up a moment," Carson called them as they headed back to their quarters.

"Yes?" Rodney asked, turning.

"I was wondering if I could ask you a wee favour."

"Sure, doc. What is it?" John said.

"I need someone to pilot a jumper to the mainland. Most of our pilots are off-world on the wraith hunt. And Daniels, who was supposed to fly it, has come down with a case of stomach flu. I'd do it meself, but I feel I should stay nearby in case there's an emergency. I thought, since you're both technically off-duty..."

"Is there some reason we can't postpone it?" Rodney asked.

Carson shrugged. "It's been postponed twice already. There are medical supplies they were running dangerously low on two days ago. Not to mention they have food they harvested two days ago waiting to come here. I just hate putting it off again. Once you drop the supplies off, you'd have the day."

"Oh, hey, we could go swimming. Or maybe I could try out my new surfboard. Come on, Rodney, it'll be fun!"

Rodney gave a put-upon sigh, but both John and Carson could see it was mostly for show. "Okay, okay. You don't have to twist my arm."


"Unscheduled off-world activation!" Lenoir called.

Weir emerged from her office, looking tense. "IDC?"

"Receiving it now. It's Sergeant Cole's." He hit the loudspeaker button as he lowered the shield.

Cole's voice emerged. "This is Cole. I need a medical team to the gate room!"

Lenoir radioed the infirmary immediately.


Halling smiled as Jinto greeted him, handing the two conies and one coturn to Marta to clean.

"Father, you will never guess who came today to bring the supplies."

"It was not Sergeant Daniels, I take it," Halling said.

"No, it was Major Sheppard! Only, he isn't a major anymore." Jinto looked a bit mystified by this. "He is a doctor-- like McKay, not like Beckett-- now. How do you suppose this came to be?"

"Well, he has been away for some time. I had heard he had returned. Is he still here?"

"No. He and Doctor McKay, who came with him, went to the beach."

Halling nodded. "I will go and greet him there, then."


Elizabeth reached out and took the frail form from Cole so he could concentrate on lowering his other burden to the floor. Simpson was bleeding from at least two gunshot wounds in the abdomen and one in the chest. Elizabeth looked at her charge, realising she was looking at Gunnery Sergeant Jamie Dekker, now aged to some eighty years.

"What happened?" she asked Cole. "Where's Lieutenant Cadman?"

"Taken," Dekker whispered. "She was taken."


Halling paused in the wooded margin of the beach as he recognised the two men's voices.

"I can't believe we're doing this twice in one day," McKay was saying.

"Oh, God," Sheppard gasped. "Can't believe this feels so good..."

"Yeah, well, I'm a little surprised at how fast you've taken to this."

"Last girlfriend," Sheppard said. "She was quite... oh, God!... the expert on... ung!... finger fucking and s-... oh, yeah, right there... sucking."

"Okay, more than I needed to know."

"Aw, come on, Rodney. That was, like, four years ago. Just... I need you to fuck me..."

"Yeah, okay, okay. You ready?"

"God, yes!"

Halling couldn't resist looking, taking in the sight of Sheppard on all fours, McKay kneeling behind him. He watched as McKay took Sheppard as a man would take a woman. Sheppard moaned and lowered his face and chest to the ground, submitting to McKay.

Stunned, he turned and headed back toward the settlement, the sound of their gasps of pleasure and wordless cries burning his ears.


"Congratulations, Tavernier. May your union produce many children," Lorne said, smirking.

Tavernier gave him a dirty look.

"Come now, new son, and we will reveal to you the secret of our wild warriors, which you are to become... after your wedding night, of course."

"He's not in any danger, is he?" Lorne asked Teyla quietly as Tavernier gave them a panicked look over his shoulder.

"I do not believe so, Major. While the wild warriors of this planet are well-known for their ferocity, the people are otherwise quite peaceful."

"Yeah. Where have I heard that before...?”


Carson emerged from surgery, Simpson's blood coating his scrubs. Elizabeth looked up from where she was sitting next to Dekker, stroking pure white hair. Dekker's eyes were closed and she looked quite peaceful. "How's Simpson?" she asked.

"She lost a lot of blood and we're keeping our eye out for infection, but it looks like she'll pull through."

"Good," Elizabeth said, studying him. "And how are you, Carson?"

"I'll be okay," he answered. "I'm just bone-weary."


"No, really, I'm all right. If you'll excuse me, I need to shower and change."

She watched him walk out and bit her lip. What could she say? How would she react if it had been Chris who hadn't come back? She had no words for this-- no words of comfort for a man whose lover was, at best, dead or, at worst, alive somewhere in stasis, waiting to be fed upon.


It was late when they got back, worn out, but smiling. The cafeteria was almost completely deserted-- just two tables with a half-dozen female Marines sitting around them, looking strained and stricken.

Rodney seemed oblivious, but John knew the signs. Quietly, he stepped over to find out what was going on as Rodney got food.

"We've been away on the mainland," John explained. "Did something happen?"


"Goodnight, love," Carson said, gently folding Dekker's hands over her chest as the heart monitor went flat. Fighting tears for another one he couldn't save, he turned off the machine and pulled the sheet up over her face.

He nodded to the nurse and headed out the door, wanting nothing more than to sleep and wake up in the morning to discover it was a bad dream.


"Rodney, that one woman, Cadman, that got stuck in your head?"

"Yes?" Rodney said, looking at the chicken suspiciously.

"She's dead."

Rodney jerked up and stared at John in shock. "Dead?"

"Mission went bad. She got culled."

"Oh, God, Carson!"

"Wh- What about Carson?"

"They were dating. He's going to be a total wreck. Come on!"


His bed smelled like her. He hugged his pillow, breathing in the scent, remembering that morning when her hair had tumbled red-gold around his face while they made love, her laughter, rich and sweet, making his heart sing, her eyes dancing with delight.

Dear Lord, she was dead!

She was dead.

No kisses in the morning to rouse him to wakefulness and often much more.

No more surprises in the shower.

No more of her dragging him away from work when he had gotten too immersed and hadn't realised it.

She was gone.

Carson wrapped his arms around the pillow, curled up, and wept.

She'd told him she'd be careful. She'd told him she'd see him later. Fancy wraith footwear, with the wraith still in them...

She'd been there, on that planet, hunting for a wraith for him, because he couldn't wean Ford faster, because he couldn't seem to synthesise the compound, because he hadn't been good enough.

Never again! No more. No one else was going to die on some foolish wraith hunt. There was a solution, he knew it.

Carson sat up, wiped his eyes, and pulled his clothes on. A quick splash of cold water on his face and he was gone, heading for his lab.


There was no answer at Carson's apartment. Rodney stood, looking uncertain.

"Come on," John said, taking his hand. "He's probably asleep. We can catch him in the morning."


"Are you all right?" Biro asked. "You know, no one expected you to come in today."

Carson grimaced. "I need to work. Don't ask," he said as she opened her mouth. "Just, please, Carol, let me work."

She nodded, eyes sympathetic. "All right. Simpson's running a fever and is complaining of abdominal tenderness. I've upped the dose of antibiotics, but I think we may have an intestinal perforation we've missed."

Carson nodded, looking grim. "I'll give her a look with the Ancient scanner. That should tell us. Get surgery one prepped, just in case."

He turned and headed to his office, pausing just outside and staring at the drug cabinet there. He was so bloody tired and was probably going to have to do surgery. Ten years, three months, seven days... He closed his eyes, feeling them call out to him. Just this once... It wasn't a matter of want. He needed them. He glanced around, but no one was watching, and then pulled open the cabinet door and quickly grabbed the bottle of stimulants before heading into his office.

Just this once.

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Date:April 28th, 2006 06:54 am (UTC)
Ah, well, he'll deal.
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Date:April 26th, 2006 06:51 pm (UTC)
Remember how during "Broken" I said something about how you should change your journal title to The Author's Evil Cannot Be Textually Rendered?

you, you, you . . . EVIL!!!!!!! With a capital EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! And not in the good way!

You better be writing fast, and fix at least *some* of this. *honks nose*
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Date:April 28th, 2006 06:54 am (UTC)
Hee! Well, some of it's fixed...
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Date:April 26th, 2006 06:55 pm (UTC)
*lip wobbles* No, Carson! It's a slippery slope, man. Great chapter, though. I liked Halling's reaction to John and Rodney. I can just imagine his eyes looking like dinner plates! LOL
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Date:April 28th, 2006 06:55 am (UTC)
I can just imagine his eyes looking like dinner plates!

Hehe. Yeah, I can, too.

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Date:April 26th, 2006 07:00 pm (UTC)
Aggghh! You go from lovely smut in the last one to such angst and sorrow in this one!

No Carson, you really shouldn't do it. Please...
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Date:April 28th, 2006 06:56 am (UTC)
Yeah, I like to go from one extreme to the other... ;>
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Date:April 26th, 2006 07:21 pm (UTC)
NO! what are you doing, carson?!?!? don't do it! work through the pain some other way! talk to rodney and john!

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Date:April 28th, 2006 06:57 am (UTC)
Hehe! Ah, we've got to have some drama here...
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Date:April 26th, 2006 07:28 pm (UTC)
I either love you or I hate you and I can't quite decide which right now.

I can't believe Halling peeked, naughty, naughty boy ;)

Cadman... awww... *huggles Carson* poor baby... and arrrrrrgg...nooooo Carson... noooo
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Date:April 28th, 2006 06:58 am (UTC)
Well, wouldn't you peek if you were Halling?

And, well, Carson's just going to have to get some comforting.
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Date:April 26th, 2006 07:35 pm (UTC)
Very good scene about Carson, yes. As I said before, poor sod, Halling. Weehoo!
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Date:April 28th, 2006 07:00 am (UTC)
Hehe. Well, I don't know if Halling's poor for having caught an eyeful of the hotness... ;>

(no subject) - (Anonymous)
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Date:April 28th, 2006 07:00 am (UTC)
Thanks! Next part is posted, 'cause I couldn't wait to write it, skipping all other fics to do so.
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Date:April 26th, 2006 08:12 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow. Carson's fallen off the wagon. I like the Halling scene too.
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Date:April 28th, 2006 07:01 am (UTC)
Thanks! And, well, you'll see...
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Date:April 26th, 2006 08:25 pm (UTC)
Oh god....here come the tears.

Poor Cadman...Poor, poor Carson. He's heading down a dark road now, isn't he?

I'll prepare the kleenexes.
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Date:April 28th, 2006 07:01 am (UTC)
Ah, ya have no faith!
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Date:April 26th, 2006 08:25 pm (UTC)
Carson! Drug addict! Stimulants! Nooooo! *cuddles him tight*
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Date:April 28th, 2006 07:02 am (UTC)
*Nods* That's my theory about his little "inkling" in The Hive.
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Date:April 26th, 2006 08:44 pm (UTC)
But we don't *know* she's dead.
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Date:April 28th, 2006 07:03 am (UTC)
Well, yes, this is true. Very few survivors of cullings would know if their loved ones were actually dead, though, given the alternative, they'd probably hope so.
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Date:April 26th, 2006 08:51 pm (UTC)
Reading this brought a litany of 'oh noes' out of me, all in very different tones of voice... oh, and also one very obvious 'g-g-guh!'

Can't wait for more!!!
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Date:April 28th, 2006 07:04 am (UTC)
Gee, I can't imagine what that 'g-g-guh!' was for... ;>

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Date:April 26th, 2006 09:39 pm (UTC)
OH NO!!! Poor Carson!!! NOT Cadman!
NO CARSON! Don't take them!

UGH! Wonderful chapter! Can't wit for more!
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Date:April 28th, 2006 07:05 am (UTC)
Thanks! As you've seen, more has been posted.
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Date:April 26th, 2006 09:57 pm (UTC)
Lovely addition to the series!

Yes, I reacted to this the same way I react to episodes of the show! I spoke outloud to my computer (when I watch new eps, I actually talk to the TV...weird, I know).

And all I can think right now is, "Cadman can't be dead! She just can't!"
Plus, I was blushing. When Halling saw John & Rodney. Cuz yea, that's just not something you want to walk in on (unless you're a fangirl who verily likes McShep).
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Date:April 28th, 2006 07:06 am (UTC)
Hehe! *Wants to be a fly on your wall to hear your conversations to your computer.*

And the boys are going to be completely clueless as to why Halling might be acting a tad strange in the future...

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