A/N: Greetings! This is a Season 1 AU because it's all I've seen so far. I wrote this when I was on a trip this weekend, and I think up random stuff when on trips. So please, Read and enjoy if you will. If you like it leave a review, heck, I'm so crazy for reviews I'll take flames. Just let me hear your voice. ^^ I would love to hear your guys' ideas.

Title: My Kingdom for a Home

Main Character: John Sheppard

Pairing: One sided Sheyla

Summery: While on a hostile planet, a native saves John's life by the near death of her own. Now John must help her heal without the others knowing.

Chapter 1

Major John Sheppard knelt his head pressed gently to the cool grass, gasping and panting for air to try and dampen the horrible pain in his abdominal cavity and pelvis. With each ragged breath, he tried to remember and focus on why had agreed to do this.

~S~G~A~

The day had started like any other mission day as he and his team stepped through Stargate.

"Teyla, have you ever traded with this world before?" Sheppard asked as he and Ford started to secure the area before they could head out.

"No, never have I seen this world before." She replied with a shake of her head as the team began to head forward.

"Well, that's something to keep in mind. Mckay, find anything yet?"

"Umm... Well, actually, yes, Major. Quite a bit, the energy is a great deal higher than most of the worlds we've visited in past month." This threw John for a loop, he had expected to get a snarky remark from the arrogant scientist but instead he sounded as shocked as the major felt.

"Oh... Well, then... Which way?"

"All around but the largest reading is to the northeast." With this, they headed out with oddly very little talk other than Rodney's normal rambling that he used to calm his ever growing panic of practically everything.

It hadn't taken them longer than twenty minutes for the team to be ambushed and outnumbered just when they were nearing the power source. From there, it had all gone to Hell; a massive firefight had broke loose, the team got separated and John had been cornered and forced to fight hand to hand with his opponents. But six to one was far from fair even for one John Sheppard, who happened to be wounded across the stomach and only had his knife to fight with. He forced his way through the pain of having his gut sliced open with pure adrenaline and necessity to survive to see his team home safely but he was quickly loosing blood from the jagged wound and it was taking it's toll on him; his mind was becoming slow, vision hazy and his movements on par with that of a slug. He quickly sank to his knees from exhaustion as his fading adrenaline sapped his energy and blood rapidly seeped through his shirt and down his pants. With three enemies still standing and coming in for the kill, as much as he wanted to be his normally cheery self and just brush it off, he couldn't because he was smart enough to see when the end was coming. Or would have came if it hadn't been for a short woman with a spear coming out of the woods and attacking his ambushers. The minutes ticked by as he applied pressure to the wound and watched her fight, longing to help as he saw her take massive damage. The woman's skill prevailed and she had won but at a price; her wounds were far more fatal than his. Still, she dropped her spear and walked towards him, dizziness threatening her every step as she came closer to where he simply knelt with arms hanging limply at his sides. His fuzzy brain refused to calculate what she was doing as she dropped to her knees directly in front of him, her next movements forcing his brain to come back to reality. She unzipped his tattered vest and jacket then placed a hand on his hip to steady herself as she used her other hand to lift up his blood soaked shirt before lowering her head. His brain reeled as she began to lick her tongue over his wound but through the shock he could feel the wound cease its bleed and an odd numbing effect took over the slash. With one last lick for good measure that he would be ok, the woman looked up at him and smiled before she collapsed backwards from her own wounds. Brain rapidly beginning to unmudle as the pain ebbed away, John gasped in shock and placed a hand to his wound to find that it was starting to heal slowly rather than get worse like it had had been. He quickly looked down at his savior and crawled to her side, where she turned her head to look at him and smiled; breathing desperate labored breaths.

"Thank you." It was the only thing his hazy mind could think to say to the mysterious woman at this point.

"You're welcome, human..." The voice was soft and sweet but a little choked and for the first time since he'd seen her, Sheppard realized that despite the fact that she looked like a human she also had an alicorn sticking out of her forehead. He found it fascinating but he didn't have time to wonder as he quickly applied pressure to the more severe of her wounds with his hands.

"Please, do not bother. There is no helping me like that now, it is too late..." She gasped and grimaced at the pain his touch caused. Worry and sorrow filled his soft eyes but he kept the pressure on; there had to be a way to help her.

"Don't say that. You have to stay optimistic, there has to be a way to help you."

"No, there is no way." John didn't believe her, from the quick look he saw in her eyes, he knew she had some secret way to heal herself but didn't want to tell him.

"You're lying. Why?"

"Why do you care...?"

"Because you're hurt and you saved my life so I owe you." The woman could the determination in his eyes, he wasn't going to let this go and let her die in peace until she told him.

"Alright... There is a way but you will not do it for someone that you've only just met..."

"Try me."

"You humans are so strange... Alright... My people an heal themselves by taking a host..."

"A host? What do you mean?"

"Another offers to allow the hurt of my kind to reside within them until the heal. The hurt converts to a semi-solid liquid state and simply rests inside and gathers strength from their host..."

"Do you mean that they eat away at them? Like a parasite?"

"Oh no, of course not. The hurt one usually wishes no harm on their host, they simply partake in a portion of the nourishment that host has gathered; such as food and drink..." The words came out in a hoarse whisper and quickly turned into a coughing fit accompanied by blood. Seeing her agony, the major made a rash decision.

"I'll do it!"

"What...? You can't...!"

"Why not! You're hurt and need help and I told you that I owe you, this is the least I can do!"

"But... My kind have never taken on a host that wasn't our own species or specific gender. We would have no inclination as to what it could do to you...! My people are born with extra space inside for this very reason, I am most certain that your kind do not come that way."

"I don't care, we're doing it. You'll be in a weird liquid state anyway, what could happen?"

"I could damage you accidentally!"

"A risk I'm willing to take if it'll save you, now how do we do this?" Beckett was gonna love that he openly allowed an alien to live inside him! No, better not tell Beckett or anyone for that matter, they might try to get her out before she's ready...

"I do not like it, human, but if this is your wish... Help me to sit before you." Ever so gently he pulled her unsteadily to her knees before him and once again found her using his hip for balence as she lifted his shirt before leaning down. She muzzled her nose against the bloodstained hair on his stomach, making him snort slightly at the ticklish feeling before he felt a wet sensation and looked down to she her converting into her liquid form to be absorbed through his skin. He shook slightly at the feel of her seeping through his very molecular structure, it was rather unnerving to watch her disappear into him. She was gone in less than a minute and he could feel her cool, liquid body trying to comfortable within him by wrapping around his vital organs which through him into his current wave of pain that had brought up all those memories. Her more-gel-than-liquid body put weight and pressure into an already extremely cramped abdominal cavity and pelvic area, the sudden pain and discomfort it brought making him keel over to gasp for air.

"Human?" The sudden strange voice made him gasp loudly and his heart began to race, "It is me. I am talking to you telepathically, try to calm yourself before this hurts anymore..." She told him softly as she began to rub her cool, liquid body against his heart and aching lungs to try and sooth them. It seemed to work since their pace slowed to a more normal rate, still slightly fast from the pain he was experiencing.

"Ugh... I'm ok... How long do we have to stay like this?" John asked aloud softy, forehead pressed to the grass and reflex tears pooling in his eyes.

"For wounds like mine...? About a month or so, so not long but most likely longer than your body would like..." As her words settled in his brain he tried to force unsteady legs into a standing position, he got there but with great difficulty.

"I need to get back and see that my team is okay..."

"Human, I do-"

"It's John."

"Pardon?"

"My name. It's Major John Sheppard..."

"Oh! I see! Well then, Major Sheppard, I don't believe your body is accustomed to me enough for large amounts of movement. Is there anyway to contact them from here...?"

"I can try... I am feeling rather drained..."

"I am truly sorry to have become such a burdon..."

"It's ok, uh... Hey, I never got your name."

"Mine? It's Zalfruntrai."

"Uh huh... Mine if I call ya Zally for short?"

"If it would make it easier on you, most generous host."

"Please don't call me that, it feels weird..."

"I am sorry, Major Sheppard..."

"It's alright, let's just call my team and get out of here." He told her as he sat down under a tree and leaned his head against it's trunk.

"Ford, Teyla, Mckay. Come in, this is Sheppard."

"Ford here, what are your orders, sir?"

"Come get me!"