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May 18th, 2006

Fic: There Is a Season (NC-17) @ 02:25 pm

Title: There Is a Season
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Simpson, Kavanagh, Beckett, Emmagan, Everett, Weir, Lorne
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Beckett/Cadman past
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, angst
Spoilers: Very minor reference to events in the SG-1 episode Enemy Mine
Summary: Part 16 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.

John awoke from the incredibly erotic dream of someone expertly sucking him off to find it wasn't a dream.

"Mmmmm..." he hummed appreciatively, finding Rodney's head and slipping fingers into Rodney's soft hair.

Rodney pulled off him. "Good morning," he said, kissing just below the head of John's cock and then licking down the shaft and nuzzling John's balls.

"Yes, it is," John answered, fingers tightening as Rodney gently sucked one ball into his mouth. He might have said something more, but he wasn't sure. All he knew for certain was that Rodney was laving and gently sucking his balls and no one had ever done that for him.

Rodney kissed back up his shaft. "You just looked so delicious, I couldn't resist."

"Not complainin'. God!" His hips stuttered forward as Rodney swallowed him down. It wasn't long before John could feel his balls drawing up, the heat starting to pool at the base of his spine.

Rodney slipped off again, finger pressing against the base of his cock. "Not yet," he said in answer to John's whine. He sat up and reached for the bedside table.

John cracked his eyes open to see that Rodney was fumbling for the lube. Ah, that made sense. He spread his legs to give his husband better access, then sighed and sank back down into the sensation as the heat of Rodney's mouth engulfed his length.

It was a couple of moments, lost in the pleasure of Rodney's mouth, before he realised that Rodney wasn't slicking him up. He opened his eyes and tipped his head up to look down the length of his body.

Rodney's eyes were closed as his sex-reddened lips worked up and down John's erection. His mouth and John's cock were both shiny and slick with saliva. John watched Rodney work him, a strange sense of awe filling him, before he took in Rodney's hand disappearing between his own legs, rhythmic motions and quiet slick sounds finally impinging on John's consciousness.

"Oh, God," John gasped. Rodney wasn't preparing John; he was preparing himself.

Rodney pulled off and pressed against the base of his cock, backing him off again. "Need you in me first," he said, sliding up John's body.

For some reason, this terrified him more than letting Rodney inside him, but at the same time the very thought aroused him to heights he hadn't thought possible. Rodney was kneeling over him, positioning him. He gasped and fought the urge to arch as Rodney sank down on him, hot and slick and tight almost to the point of pain.

Rodney was moving on him, making small pleasure sounds in the back of his throat and John needed to kiss him. He sat up, slipping one arm around Rodney's waist and the other around Rodney's neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Their tongues did battle as Rodney continued to rock on him, taking him deep, muscles clenching around him, milking him, pulling him toward climax. Rodney's cock brushed against his abdomen, leaving a coat of glistening precome behind. The thought of how much pleasure Rodney was taking from this, the sense of Rodney's body around him, Rodney's cock sliding against him, Rodney's mouth on him, tongue thrusting into his mouth in rhythm to his motions was all too much for him. This time, there was no stopping him as his balls drew up. "Oh, yeah, babe..." he groaned and spilled into Rodney's body, pulse after pulse of pleasure as he filled his husband.

Rodney held him until the world beyond his cock came back into focus, then kissed him. "Babe?"

"Sorry," John said. "Automatic verbalisation in the moment of passion."

"Well, I'll forgive you just this once, but you'd better not be using it outside of the bedroom."

"Cross my heart," John promised as Rodney rolled off him. It was only when Rodney wrapped a hand around his own erection that John realised Rodney hadn't come. "Let me," he said, and moved to kneel between Rodney's thighs. He'd never sucked cock, but he'd had it done to him plenty of times, though the foreskin presented a challenge. He leaned down and tasted. Rodney's cock was musky and slightly salty. He licked up the shaft and over the foreskin to where the head emerged. He touched his tongue to the glistening drop at Rodney's slit, tasting it.

Rodney let out a stuttering gasp. "John! Need you... Can you... fuck me... with your fingers?"

"Sure," he answered, fingers drifting down to circle Rodney's entrance, feeling tentative, yet strangely tender. Rodney was slick from lube and when John pushed with a finger, the hole seemed to open up and suck it in easily. "God, you're so slick!" he said, staring in amazement at where his finger disappeared into Rodney's body.

"Your come," Rodney answered. "That's good. Now move, just a little... Yeah... Oh, yeah... I can take two."

Carefully, John added a second, amazed at how warm and slick and intimate this felt. He'd always figured this would feel dirty, but it didn't. Even the thought that Rodney was so slippery because of him was just... "So hot..."

"Mmmm... yeah... Curl them just a little... Oh, God! Right there... God, so good..."

He could feel it under his fingers as he moved-- Rodney's sweet spot. He thrust into Rodney, rubbing against it, watching mesmerised as Rodney's cock seemed to harden still further, listening to Rodney's breath hitch with each brush of fingers. John's cock gave a little twitch of interest, but he was still too sated.

"Going to come soon," Rodney said, between gasps.

John looked at the glistening strand of fluid leaking from Rodney's slit and pooling on his belly, thinking about the taste, wondering if his come would be like it, but stronger. He leaned over and enveloped Rodney's head in one slurp, flicking his tongue against Rodney's tip. "Joh--!" Rodney's fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him down and John went, smooth slide of the shaft over his lips, the head across his tongue to where it brushed against his soft palate, almost to his gag point, but not quite, and then...

The hard-soft shaft of flesh was pulsing and his mouth was filling with salty, stringy, bitter fluid, Rodney's fingers clenching hard, pulling his hair. He tried to swallow, but just then Rodney bucked forward, too deep and he was pulling off, gagging, Rodney's semen splashing onto his face as John spit the contents of his mouth out, fighting the urge to retch, eyes watering.

"Sorry," he gasped.

Rodney's fingers loosened and then petted through his hair. "It's okay," Rodney said when he got his breath under control, then chuckled.


"Actually, I was thinking you look kind of hot with my come on your face."

"Sick bastard!" John griped, with no heat, sliding up Rodney's body. "I'll show you hot." He grabbed Rodney's head and rubbed his cheek against Rodney's, smearing the stuff around.

Rodney giggled-- actually giggled-- and pulled John close, kissing him, then began licking John's cheek, making him think of a cat.

"God!" John exclaimed. "If anyone had told me a man licking his own come off someone else's face was this hot..."

"You'd have gone gay years ago?" Rodney asked, kissing him, tasting warm and musky.

"Keep doing that and I'll need a second round."

Rodney leaned back, arching eyebrows. "Really?" A slow grin spread across his face and then he leaned forward and licked.


Catriona Simpson blinked awake, feeling like the universe had turned her inside out, yanked her through a small opening, and then turned her right side out again, battered and bruised. She had a vague recollection of coming to once before, cold and befuddled, and having someone lay a blanket over her.

Someone was sitting beside her bed. It took a moment to focus. "Kavanagh?" Her throat felt raw.

He looked up from the laptop he was typing on. "Hey! Hold on. Don't talk." He stood and expertly hopped to a nearby refrigerator, where he got a cup of ice and managed to get back without spilling it. "Here, have some ice."

She accepted a couple of ice chips and let them soothe the rawness of her throat. "What happened?" she asked.

"That's what we were hoping you could tell us. As far as we can tell you got caught in a crossfire."

She nodded. "I think... I think that's right."

Just then, Biro arrived at the end of her bed. "Good to see you awake, Doctor Simpson. You had us worried there for a while."

Simpson smiled, but was studying the other beds around her. "Where's Laura? Is she hurt?"

Kavanagh and Biro exchanged a look. "According to eye-witnesses, she was culled," Biro said, as gently as she could.

"Oh, God! What about Jamie?"

There was an uncomfortable silence and Kavanagh shook his head.

Simpson swallowed hard. "Bruce?"

"He's fine," Biro answered. "He's the one that got you back here."

Simpson lay in stunned silence, then her face crumpled and the tears came. Surprisingly, it was Kavanagh who curled a hand around her shoulder and sat with her as she rode out the first wave of grief.


Carson awoke. It was only a moment before he placed himself and remembered his circumstances. He felt too numb to cry anymore. He rose and looked out the window. It was still early, the sky streaked with red and orange and pink. Laura loved these sorts of sunrises, though his mind provided the old saw, "Red sky in morn, sailors take warn." It promised to be a bleak and rainy day. That felt more right than the sunshine of the day before.

He picked his clothes up and wrinkled his nose. He needed to get something clean. He wondered if Rodney would lend him something so he didn't need to wear dirty clothes to his flat to get a change. He stepped out of John's office and across to the bedroom door, raising a fist to knock when he heard low voices.

"Keep doing that and I'll need a second round," John's voice said.

There was a moment's silence and then Rodney's voice said, "Really?" low and seductive.

The small sounds of the bed shifting, little gasps and moans, reached him.

He shouldn't be here. John and Rodney had just gone through hell together and needed this time together, alone. He was being selfish.

He turned and headed to the office, quickly pulling on his clothes from the day before, and then slipped away. He kept his head down, not wanting to meet the eyes of the few who were out and about this morning. One person asked how he was. He pretended to be lost in thought and passed without answering.

He took a too-hot shower, fighting the urge to cry when he caught sight of Laura's razor, shampoo, and conditioner. Perhaps he should go to training this morning.

What day was it? His sense of time was warped. He'd slept most of the day yesterday after operating on Simpson. The day before was the day Laura...

Wednesday. Today was Wednesday.

God! Two days and it felt like a week and like no time at all. How did people endure?

Corrigan was doing a talk about some of the more common pitfalls of cultural imperialism. Carson had really wanted to attend, back when Laura was still alive... back when he was still alive, rather than caught in this strange half-life.

He dressed, choosing casual clothes rather than work clothes and almost broke down again when he realised he'd picked Laura's favourite jumper to wear against the chill of the day. She said it brought out the blue of his eyes.

He fled back into the corridor and stood for a moment, at a loss for where to go.

"Carson?" The voice was gentle and soft, with a unique inflection. Teyla.

He sighed and met her gaze, expecting pity in her eyes. There was concern there and compassion, understanding. There were also lines of stress and fatigue. "Teyla, love, are you all right?"

She smiled sadly. "I could ask you the same thing. But I am fine, merely tired."

"It's happening again, isn't it? The problem with the wraith and the dreams?"

"Yes, it is. I had hoped... But this one is much like the previous."

Carson considered this. "I wonder if ye've become more sensitive or if there's something specific to these wraith..."

"I do not know. I am going to the mainland today to speak to Halling about the survivors from Palan-- the planet you call MX7-252. I am hoping I can perhaps rest there." She considered him for a moment. "There is going to be... a ceremony for Lieutenant Cadman and Gunnery Sergeant Dekker, if you would like to come."

"What kind of ceremony?" he asked.

"It is a ritual to release the soul, so that those who have been taken by the Wraith will suffer no more."

"And... you do this for everyone the Wraith..."

"Yes. The people of this city are our friends and allies. We do this for each one taken or killed by the Wraith. It is our way of... coping, especially with those lost to a culling where we cannot know when they have passed on."

He swallowed, feeling his eyes prick. "Ye would have a lot of experience with this, I suppose."

"Yes, to our grief."

He met her eyes, soft and warm. "Does it help?"

"I cannot say whether it would help you, but my people find it of benefit."

He nodded. "I think I'd like that."

"Have you eaten yet this morning?"

He shook his head. "I haven't really been hungry, since..." He couldn't say it.

"I understand. But you must eat, if only a small bit. Come, we will visit the cafeteria and then meet Sergeant Daniels."


Everett stared at Weir. "No damned way," he growled.

Lorne nodded. "That was my feeling on the matter."

"I realise the wild warriors are liable to be unstable and dangerous, but the rest of their society is quite peaceful from everything I've been told. We could learn a great deal from these people, Colonel, not to mention the benefits of not having to hunt for wraith anymore. Haven't we lost enough people to these interminable hunts?"

Everett grimaced. "We're always going to have losses, as regrettable as that is."

"If there's some way to avoid them, then they are unacceptable losses. We've found a possible source of the enzyme that doesn't put our people in danger. I think that's worth pursuing."

"I don't like it," Lorne said. "They take offense very easily. With Teyla there we avoided most of the pitfalls, but without a cultural advisor, it could be disastrous."

"Teyla can advise Doctor Corrigan on proper protocols. The man worked with the Yanomamo before he was recruited by the SGC. I expect he can be trusted to be culturally sensitive."

Lorne sighed. He could hardly argue the point. After Doctor Jackson paved the way, Corrigan had taken over cultural studies of the Unas on P3X-403. He knew how good the man was.

Everett sighed. "All right. I just hope we don't have to send Stackhouse or one of his men home in a body bag for this."


Rodney peeked his head out of the bedroom door, looking toward John's office. The office door was open, but there were no lights on in the room and the windows let in very little with the rain spattering down. He cautiously stepped out and looked into the office. The futon was empty.


There was no reply.

He walked back into the bedroom, where John was still snoring in sated lethargy. Rodney smiled fondly at his husband, then leaned down and shook him gently.

"Hmmm?" John asked, rolling over and burrowing under the covers.

"Carson's gone, John."


"Should we be worried?" Rodney asked the lump under the covers.

The untamed mop of John's hair appeared, followed by one bleary eye. "Wha'?"

"Carson's gone. Do you think he's okay?"

"Urgh..." John pushed the covers off and stretched. If they hadn't spent the morning making love, Rodney would have found him irresistible. "D'you try radioing him?"

"No." Rodney picked up his headset, pulled it on and activated it. "Doctor Beckett?" He waited a moment, frowning. "McKay to the infirmary."

"Infirmary, Tardiff speaking."

"Has Doctor Beckett been in this morning?" Rodney asked.

"No, we've not seen Doctor Beckett since yesterday." Someone said something. "What? Wait." There was a pause and Tardiff's muffled voice said, "What?" Rodney could barely make out that someone was speaking in the background. "Oh. Okay," Tardiff said, still sounding indistinct. "Doctor McKay? Johnson says he took the hop to the mainland with Daniels and Teyla this morning."

"Ookaay..." Rodney gave John a mystified look. "Thank you, doctor."

"So?" John asked.

"He went along on the run to the mainland."

"Well, then I guess he's okay."

"I suppose," Rodney said. "It just seems strange. I wonder what he's doing there."


Carson sat, staring at the small woven basket that represented Laura Cadman. Inside were sweet herbs, grain the colour of her hair, berries the colour of her lips, some pale grey-green moss that reminded him of her eyes, a piece of dark charcoal cloth, a figure made of twisted straw arranged to look like a dancer, another like a warrior with gun at the ready, flowers for his love for her, clear crystal beads for her laughter, a ribbon for her loyalty. Those among the Athosians who had met her placed small flowers within the basket as well.

Beside hers sat Jamie Dekker's basket, filled with similar items. Carson had placed a sweet-smelling flower that reminded him of Dekker's favourite perfume in her basket.

A small girl with red-gold hair so much like Laura's that it made his heart ache slipped a small drawing-- bright with the crayons they had brought from Earth as a gift to the Athosian children, childish and crude and beautiful-- into each basket.

Wex placed a handful of nuts in Dekker's basket and Carson chuckled. She'd loved them so.

Charin placed a sliver of tuttleroot into Laura's basket. He'd told her once that his lover had a fondness for tuttleroot soup.

Teyla stood and placed a playing card in each basket.

Halling then stood and picked up Dekker's basket. "You are Jamie Dekker of Earth, daughter of Mark and Louise, sister of Michael, gunnery sergeant in the United States Marine Corp, and you are free." He placed the basket in Teyla's hands and then picked up Laura's. "You are Laura Marie Cadman of Earth, daughter of Charles and Rebecca, sister of Jessica and Marta, lieutenant in the United States Marine Corp, beloved of Carson Beckett, and you are free."

Carson took the basket from Halling and followed Teyla to the fire. He leaned down and carefully placed Laura's basket on the flames and stood watching as it caught fire. The smoke, sweet with burning herbs and grain, rose from it, mingling with that from Jamie's basket and the fire itself.

"As the smoke rises into the air, so may your souls fly free," Teyla intoned.

"Amen," he whispered.

Halling's voice lifted in song, strong baritone, unaccompanied. The words were in Ancient, but the tone conveyed both grief and longing.

The fire grew blurry as his eyes teared up. Carson swayed, the cloying sweetness of the burning herbs making him feel dizzy, and Teyla took his hand in hers and held on while he wept.

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Date:May 18th, 2006 06:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, my poor woobie! And now you've got me crying, too.

Beautiful - just beautiful.
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Date:May 21st, 2006 11:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks! He is quite the woobie, isn't he?
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Date:May 21st, 2006 11:53 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I had to do something to break up all the sadness.
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Date:May 18th, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)
How?? How do you start a chapter making me all hot and schmoopy and then end it with me sobbing into a pillow!

Poor Carson! You know I keep hoping that Laura hasn't really been culled! I just can't bear Carson being so sad! *cries*

Great chapter Hon! xx
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Date:May 21st, 2006 11:54 pm (UTC)
He'll find comfort eventually.

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Date:May 18th, 2006 07:43 pm (UTC)
Oh, poor Carson. Another lovely chapter.
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Date:May 21st, 2006 11:55 pm (UTC)
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Date:May 18th, 2006 07:50 pm (UTC)
yay porn

and the ritual

yeahhhhhhhhhhhh I am such a geek.....I want Daniel's Job!
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Date:May 21st, 2006 11:56 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I have no idea where the ritual came from. I'm sure I've pulled vague memories of various traditions together, but for the most part I made it up.
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Date:May 18th, 2006 08:00 pm (UTC)
John and Rodney: Guh. Also, I seem to have developed a mild kink for them thinking of each other as '[my] husband'.

Carson: *sob* Poor woobie.

The baskets are a lovely, and heart-breaking, touch.
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Date:May 21st, 2006 11:58 pm (UTC)
Hehe. A married sex kink, eh?... ;>

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Date:May 18th, 2006 08:01 pm (UTC)
Damn, I can't read this fic and stay in a good mood. I like the cerimony, it makes sense and it's very sweet and sincere.
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Date:May 21st, 2006 11:59 pm (UTC)
Sorry! Here, I'll use the Sex Missions icon to cheer you up.
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Date:May 18th, 2006 08:14 pm (UTC)
This is just like a slice of real life, where sadness and grief are side by side with happiness. I'm glad Teyla was there for Carson.
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Date:May 22nd, 2006 12:00 am (UTC)
Thanks! Yeah, life can be so bittersweet.
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Date:May 18th, 2006 08:23 pm (UTC)
Damn it, you made me cry. Poor woobie!Carson.

Also, loved the hot married sex! Yay for the boys!
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Date:May 22nd, 2006 12:09 am (UTC)

Yeah, I'm still being mean to Carson, but it's only been 2 days and grief takes a while.
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Date:May 18th, 2006 08:45 pm (UTC)
I saw the title of this part and knew I had to wait to read it.

I hate you so, so much. In an admiring way.
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Date:May 22nd, 2006 12:10 am (UTC)
Um... thanks....
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Date:May 18th, 2006 10:24 pm (UTC)
;_; So sad, so lovely! *hug*
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Date:May 22nd, 2006 12:11 am (UTC)
Thanks! *HUGS!*
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Date:May 18th, 2006 10:29 pm (UTC)
Very well done. I love the ceremony.
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Date:May 22nd, 2006 12:12 am (UTC)
Thanks! It was interesting coming up with something that felt right.
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Date:May 18th, 2006 10:30 pm (UTC)
You know...sometimes I love you....cause you're great...but then..you go and get me all excited over the smooshiness only to have me in tears moments later.

Poor Woobie Carson....he REALLY needs a hug.
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Date:May 22nd, 2006 12:12 am (UTC)
Sorry! *Hugs Carson.*
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Date:May 22nd, 2006 12:13 am (UTC)
Thanks! Yeah, the sex was fun to write.
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Date:May 19th, 2006 02:38 am (UTC)

well done. I like the little details, like the SGA folks bringing the Athosian children crayons from Earth. very well done. a moving picture of Carson's grief, and his friends' concern and care.

the sex scenes with Rodney & Shep were sexy and full of humor and personality. very nice as well.
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Date:May 22nd, 2006 12:14 am (UTC)
Thanks! I like sex with a bit of humour.

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