Series: Stargate Atlantis
Theme: Response to a word of the day. Smile
Characters: John (mention of Teyla)
Rating/Warning: None
Summary: Before long, the whole of Atlantis would know its touch.
Lambs for the Slaughter
It was sickening. The ease with which they sacrificed themselves. They might as well have kneeled on the floor and begged for it. Only a few had struggled, but to no avail and the numbers continued to grow at an alarming rate. No man was safe and even a few of the woman had become willing victims. Before long, the whole of Atlantis would know its touch.
It hadn't always been this way. At first it rarely showed itself. Just a glimpse here or there as the weeks went by. But now the comfort level had changed and it appeared without a moments notice, without hesitation. It was everywhere you turned. Everywhere you looked. Everywhere…..she was.
It only took a second. One second. And time seemed to stand still. It was like the sun rising after a pitch black night; bright, beautiful, enthralling. Like the arms of a lover on a cold winter's night; warming, accepting, comforting. Like the blast of a Wraith stunner; electrifying, paralyzing, deadly. But there was no danger here. Well, at least not of the physical kind. But when it turned on you, you were completely helpless.
John tilted his head and grinned. He'd fallen victim long ago. He couldn't help it. Not that he really wanted to. Teyla's radiant smile was something that he'd grown to look forward to. It greeted him each morning and haunted his dreams late at night, but he loved it none the less. Without it the day would be less somehow. He wasn't alone. Ronon, Lorne, hell even Rodney had fallen under its spell. There was no use in fighting. And if that made him appear weak, if it made him appear soft in some way, John didn't care. They were all lambs for the slaughter.