Laney Jacobs swung her axe and watched the head of the last demon who stood her before slide from its body. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look for her sister. Her gaze swept over the piles of the fallen, their twisted and ugly bodies even more so in death. Her sharp eyes fell upon a pale hand, the silver band on its middle finger glinting in the pale light of dawn. Laney wrenched a demon with black skin and red eyes away from her sister. It was dead, fallen upon Angie's sword. She knelt down, her jeans soaking up blood.
"Ange" she whispered. She touched the side of her sister's throat. "Oh Angie"
Swallowing she slid her arms beneath her sisters body and lifted her away from the slain. Laney walked through the archway that she and her sister had been defending. Stepping over bodies and sliding in their blood she made her way to the Great Hall.
The five longest surviving, and most powerful, of the Slayers were there. They were the first line of defence.
Laney smelt it first. Blood, evil and pure, combining in sickly sweet. Then sweat, fear, adrenaline. And as she drew closer, urine, faeces.
She swallowed again and paused, clasping her sister to her chest. Closing her eyes she strained for sound. But there was none. Laney lay her sister outside of the hall, finding a spot that was slightly freer of blood. She slowly stepped inside.
The bodies of their enemies were piled higher here, a testament to the skill of those who had fought them.
Laney scrambled over them, tossing them to one side, sobbing out names. She slid on blood and went down, slamming her head on the floor. She lay there stunned for a moment then pushed herself up. Closing her eyes she opened up her other senses. This was how she'd been taught to track, to hunt.
She had lost count of the number of punches to the face she'd taken whilst Faith taught her how to fight blind.
"I have a scent Laney, I disturb the air, I breath, I move. Follow me"
It was her tutor, and closest friend, she found first. Faith did have a scent. Tobacco, strawberry shampoo and leather. Except now it was undercut with urine. When Faith's neck had been snapped her body had emptied itself. She carried Faith to her sister and returned to the hall.
When she finally carried Buffy out she knew she wouldn't find anybody alive.
Laney wasn't sure how long she had been here. She was certain there had been times of darkness and of light.
She had found a field where only a few demons lay dead. It had poppies and daisies growing in it. Ridding it of the demon bodies she went looking for a shovel. She had used three of the five she had found before she was done.
Looking out over the field 134 graves looked back at her. 134 silver rings weighed heavy in the weapons bag at her feet.
"What am I going to do now?" she whispered.
No one answered.
Laney gripped the steering wheel, trying to focus on the road ahead through her tears. Swallowing back the sobs she angrily brushed the wetness from her face. The closer she got to him the more her control slipped. If she could just get to him without dying in a giant ball of flaming car there may be a chance that everything could be ok again. Laney took a deep breath and pressed her foot hard down on the accelerator.
Dean opened the door to their motel room, Beretta hidden from view. He nearly didn't recognise her, she was covered in old blood that even the rain hadn't been able to wash away, her jaw was swollen, her right eye blackened and closed. He could smell sweat and death, he swallowed, and sewerage.
"Dean" She whispered.
"Shit, come here baby"
He grabbed her bag and dropped it on the floor, pulling her into a hug. He tried to close his nostrils.
She huffed against his chest "Dean, I smell bad"
"Yeah, I noticed Lane"
"They're all gone"
He tightened his arms.
Dean propped himself against the tree next to his brother and watched her slice through the neck of the nearest vampire before turning to the next one.
"These guys have no fucking survival instinct"
Sam snorted.
"I mean, I'd be long gone by now, and praying to whatever twisted God I worship that she didn't come after me"
"Just be grateful Dean, I was beginning to worry we wouldn't find anything for her to fight out here"
"You were worrying? I have to share a fucking bed with her"
Sam smirked at him. "Your fault for falling for a Slayer"
"Have not"
"Have too"
"Have not"
"Hav…"
"All done" Laney narrowed her gaze "What are you two bitching about now?"
Dean glared at her. "Nothing"
She raised a brow. Dean folded his arms across his chest and stared back. "Fine" she huffed.
Curled up in his arms Laney grinned against his chest and wiggled closer. "Dean?"
"Yeah Princess?"
"You so have"
Sam chuckled from his own bed. Dean glared into the darkness in the general direction of his brothers outline.
"Have not"
"Have too"
"Bitch"
"Jerk"
As her breathing evened out and he felt her relax Dean sighed quietly. It had taken her only days to recover physically from the battle and then she'd been itching to get back in the game. He'd recognised the signs, the desire to keep hunting, keep fighting, every kill putting more distance between you and the pain, the desperation, so he'd gone along with it. But he was worried, the nightmares were becoming less frequent but she still woke screaming at least once a week, the last one driving her to the bathroom to throw up.
They were the reason he was still sharing a room with Sam despite Laney being in his bed every night. He needed his brother there in case it got out of hand. A Slayer with night terrors was a terrifying thing to witness, and to be a part of. Some mornings he'd even resorted to a little prayer of thanks for still having all his body parts attached when he woke.
He closed his eyes and tried to relax enough to let sleep take over. Maybe a visit to Bobby was in order. Hunting with a Slayer had its benefits. Apart from the spirits, that she complained about cause she couldn't beat the crap out of them, Laney had taken out everything they'd gone after quickly and efficiently. Even the bitch Ruby and the yellow-eyed man hadn't stood a chance. He grinned at the memory of the look on their faces as the Slayer had just kept coming, their powers bouncing off her like they were attempting to hit her with feathers.
Dean dropped a soft kiss on the top of her head and she murmured, burying in closer. He made his mind up. They were heading to Bobby's in the morning, maybe some rest and some home cooking would help. She'd also been bitching about a bath, and he knew the old hunters house had one. They could stop on the way and pick up some stuff for her to pamper herself with.
He groaned quietly at his thoughts, he was a dead man, he'd fallen for a Slayer. The Slayer.
Dean cracked an eye open. She was squirming slightly in his arms, warm body gently undulating against his, soft hands running across his back, lips dragging up his throat. He moaned "Don't start Slayer, not with Sammy here"
Laney hummed against his skin and slid a leg between his, gently rolling her hips, seeking friction. He growled quietly. "Baby…"
"What?" Her tongue ran over his pulse point.
"Sam.."
"Has gone to get us all breakfast and coffee"
He opened the other eye. "Really?"
"Uh huh"
"Huh" He pulled back slightly and slid a hand between her legs, fingers teasing around the edge of her folds. "How long?"
"Bout ten minutes"
"Hmm" He slid a finger a little deeper, circling her entrance before slicking up to her clit, firm pressure in small circles.
Laney raised her top leg a little more and whimpered quietly, pussy pushing against his hand.
Dean chuckled. "Patience baby"
"No time for patience Dean"
He huffed. She was probably right. Sam had an uncanny sixth sense when it came to cock blocking him. "Shit. Turn over" He withdrew his hand and scrambled on the nightstand for his wallet while she wiggled onto her other side, arse squirming against his morning hard-on.
"Cut it out Lane"
Rolling down the condom Dean let out a little moan before draping his arm over her hips, finger resuming its circling. She arched back into him and threw a leg over his thighs, breathing his name.
"Yeah, yeah" Pushing inside of her Dean leant his head against her shoulder and rocked his hips gently as she rippled around him. "Fuck" Laney's Slayer strength wasn't just limited to the muscles she used to fight with. Every tremor around his cock felt like a hot wet fist.
She pushed back onto him. "Dean, please?"
He grinned into her hair and started to thrust his hips. He couldn't move too much in this position but he figured he didn't need to, her breath was coming in short little gasps now as his finger upped the pressure and she was rocking back onto him, her muscles surrounding his cock sending pulses of pleasure up his length. Dean relaxed and let the feelings wash over him, this was a morning quickie, no need to try to last.
As she stilled, pressed as far onto him as she could get, Dean groaned as his cock was pulled in further, squeezed tighter and then there was the bliss of release.
He blinked a few times then slid out of her, smirking at her quiet whimper. Discarding the condom he pulled the blankets back over them and her back into his arms. "Better baby?" he murmured into her hair.
"Um hmm" Laney shifted until she was on her back, hair spread out over the pillow. He looked down at her and smirked at the sight of her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. "No need to look so smug Winchester"
He grinned. "I must be awesome"
She stuck her tongue out and stretched lazily. "Hungry now"
"Demanding aren't you?"
"Yep"
"Well that's Sammy's department, my work here is done"
"Are you saying I'm a chore Dean?"
"Sometimes…ow!" He frowned at her. "No messing with my equipment"
She rolled her eyes, then trailed a finger down his chest. "So, great and powerful leader, where to next?"
Dean caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "I thought Bobby's"
Her brows rose. "Really, why?"
"Time for a break, a few days of rest in a bed that's not 3ft wide and food that's not cooked in its own fat"
"But you love food that's cooked in its own fat" She grinned at him.
He glared at her then his lips twitched. He dipped his mouth to her ear. "Bobby has a bath"
"A bath?"
"Uh huh"
"Oh God, a bath" She groaned.
"Uh, do I need to come back in half hour?"
Dean looked up at his brother who was stood in the doorway, balancing coffees and polystyrene holders in his hands. "Half hour? I'm insulted" He smirked at him. "We had sex already. Now she's hungry"
"Dean, that's just…" Sam screwed up his face.
"Hungry Sam" Laney sat up and pointed to the containers. "Give it up"
Sam snapped his eyes shut. "Jesus Lane, get dressed will you?"
She looked down then at Dean. "Whoops"
He narrowed his gaze and grabbed his shirt from the floor. "Put it on Slayer"
Bobby opened his door and was hit by the full force of a Slayer as Laney wrapped her arms around him and lifted him off the floor. "Bobby!"
"Jesus girl, put me the fuck down!"
"Nope, not til you say you've missed me"
Sam snorted behind her. "Put him down Lane"
"Nope"
Bobby tried to move. "Shit, need air Lane"
"Laney put him down" Dean grinned at him, Bobby attempted to flip him off.
"Fine" He felt himself being lowered to the floor, her arms releasing him. She grinned and reached up to place a kiss on his cheek before sauntering into his house.
"Oh please, come in. Make yourself at home"
Sam smiled at him as he followed her. "Thanks for putting us up Bobby"
"Yeah, yeah"
Dean stopped as he came up beside him. "Thanks Bobby, I know it was short notice"
He eyed the older Winchester. "Always welcome boy, you know that. Everything ok?"
"Um, yeah. Just thought we could uh, do with a rest"
Bobby raised a brow. "A rest?"
Dean cleared his throat and shifted slightly. "Uh, yeah"
"Is she ok Dean?"
"Fine. Nightmares are nearly gone"
Bobby nodded. "Ok, and.."
"And I think she's killed everything that would have kept us busy for the next ten years"
"Ah. Ok son, take as long as you need"
"Thanks"
Dean turned his head on the pillow, keeping his breaths even and studied her. There'd been no bad dreams for a week now and the colour had started returning to her cheeks, the dark circles starting to fade. A smile tugged at his lips. He'd doubted himself those first few weeks, unsure if his presence, his comfort, could really help her. She'd seemed so broken, especially that first night.
After Laney had showered she'd pulled on the sweats he'd offered and crawled into bed. After half an hour he'd gotten up and thrown Sam's and the spare blankets over her but she'd still shivered all night. As the sun had begun to rise Dean had given in and slid in beside her, wrapping his arms and legs around her, pressing his warmth to her back. The shaking had become a little less but it had taken two days for her to stop completely.
On the third day he'd woken to an empty bed and found her sat with Sam on his bed looking at something on his laptop. "Princess, you ok?"
As she'd turned to stare at him he'd swallowed at the look in her eyes but her smile was back in place. "Time to go hunting" The Slayer had grinned at him and Dean had felt a little sick.
But it seemed that whatever the fuck he'd done, and he had no idea what, had worked, and was still working. Most of the time her smile reached her eyes now, and he rarely caught her staring at nothing with that haunted look plastered on her face. He chewed his lip thoughtfully. Now he just needed to decide what to do next. With the yellow-eyed man gone, and Ruby right along with him, he and Sammy were finally free of their Dad's quest for revenge. But he didn't think any of them could ever live truly normal lives again.
He jumped as she snapped her eyes open and took a deep breath.
"Hey, baby. It's ok, we're at Bobby's remember"
She blinked at him. "I know that Dean" Laney stared at the end of the bed.
His stomach twisted slightly. "Lane?"
"Something's coming"
"Shit. Sammy!"
And then there was a bright white light.
As the light of the transporter faded Brigadier General Jack O'Neill was stood at the foot of a bed, the male occupant calmly pointing a Beretta at his head. He ignored him and grinned at the young woman next to him. She squealed and clapped her hands. "Uncle Jack!"
"Uh?" The man beside her blinked as she jumped out of bed and raced towards him.
Jack pointed at her and took a step back. "No hugging the General!"
Laney grinned and crushed him into her. He groaned. "Hon, ease off the grip"
She snorted and released him. "What are you doing here?"
He rolled his eyes. "Looking for you Slayer" Jack eyed her bed partner and turned to the man stood next to him, who was grinning. "Great, now we're going to have to do that whole 'you must sign this and this, and no telling anyone otherwise we'll shoot you' crap"
The door burst open and a giant loomed in the doorway, moonlight glinting off his gun. "Dean? What the hell's going on?"
Jack threw his arms up. "For fuck's sake"
The other man snorted.
The giant was shoved into the room, another older man taking his place, shotgun aimed at Jack and his companion. "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?"
Jack sighed and looked at Laney. "I don't suppose there's beer?"
She grinned. "There's always beer"
Dean slung his arm over the back of her chair and pinched the bridge of his nose with his other hand. "So, let me get this straight. For over ten years you guys have been visiting different planets through a gate that was built by aliens, in the process starting several intergalactic wars and nearly destroying the Earth many times over. And now you've discovered how to travel to the lost city of Atlantis which is three million light years away and you want Laney to go too?"
Jack grinned. "Pretty much"
"No way"
"Dean!"
"No Laney, this is insane"
"We hunt monsters Dean"
He growled. "So that's it, you're just gonna fuck off to another galaxy far, far away. Thanks so much but I've got a better offer"
Laney hissed at him.
Colonel Marshall Sumner cleared his throat. "Um, if it helps, the fact that you guys are obviously skilled in the hunting of uh, unusual things, could well mean there'd be a place for you too"
Dean gaped at him. "Excuse me?"
He waved a hand. "There'd be a few tests to pass of course but I'm sure you'd have no problem with them and then all you'd need is my and O'Neill's agreement"
Laney tilted her head. "And you would do that?"
"Of course. We're probably gonna need all the skills we can get out there and you lot seem perfect. But this could well be a one-way trip. We have no idea what we're gonna find out there"
Laney sighed beside him. "I can't I'm sorry"
Jack raised a brow. "Why not hon?"
"I…um, I won't leave Dean and Sam, and I won't ask them to take what could well be 'a one-way trip', Jack" she shifted. "I'm sorry"
"Lane.."
"No Sam"
Dean raised a brow at 'Uncle Jack' and he nodded. "We've got a couple of things to sort out anyway. We'll leave it on the table for the next twenty-four hours" He placed a small ear-piece on the table. "You want to speak with us just pop that in your ear and press on it"
Dean nodded and watched them disappear in a bright white light. He gestured to Sam and Bobby to leave and turned to look at her. She was staring down, the small radio being turned over and over in her hands.
"Baby?"
"Hm"
"Lane, look at me Princess"
She raised her head and he ran a finger through her hair. "You want to do this?"
Laney shook her head.
"No lying"
She chewed on her lip. "Um, I'm curious but we all know what curiosity does right?" Laney gave a small smile. "And I won't leave you….or Sam"
"What if we come with you?"
She glared at him. "No, no way Dean. You can't make that decision just because you think it's what I want"
"Don't flatter yourself Slayer"
She stuck her tongue out at him. Dean rolled his eyes.
"I can't speak for Sammy but I would be willing to do it. Hell, the more I think about it the more perfect I think it could be. I've been racking my brain trying to think about what to do next, how to keep us all together and happy"
"So, you take us all to an unknown galaxy where we could be eaten be creepy alien natives"
He raised a brow. "Sounds like fun don't you think?"
A small smile twitched at her lips. "Really?"
"Yeah. And this time when things try to eat us we'll have a small army at our backs"
"And a Slayer"
"Right" He grinned. "Wait til they get a load of you Princess"
Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard sidled up to Major Lorne and Lieutenant Colonel Mitchell, gaze running over the crowded gateroom. "Organised chaos huh?"
Mitchell snorted. "Just chaos I think Shep"
Major Lorne grinned. "You know half these people?"
"Nope"
"I'm sure we'll all get the chance to get know each other rather too well in the next few weeks gentlemen"
They turned and attempted to salute in the midst of the crowd. Mitchell sighed and gave up, nodding his head instead. "Colonel Sumner Sir, need us for anything?"
He waved a hand. "Just stand there and look pretty Mitchell"
Sheppard grinned. Lorne bit his lip.
"Gee, thanks Sir"
A small brunette slipped past Sumner and he shot a hand out. "Miss Jacobs"
She turned, hand raised and then dropped it, smiling sheepishly. "Ah, Colonel, sorry"
"No beating up your CO on your first day" He looked around. "Given them the slip?"
The young woman rolled her eyes. "They're driving me insane. So I distracted Dean with a rather hot blonde engineer and made a run for it"
Sumner grinned at her. "Excellent improvisation Jacobs"
She rolled her eyes again before melting into the crowd.
"Uh, she's military?"
He looked at Mitchell. "Kind of"
"Kind of?"
"Yes Mitchell"
The other man sighed. "Right, fine. Thank you for the enlightenment Sir"
"That was a dirty trick Slayer" His mouth brushed her ear.
"It wouldn't have worked if you weren't such a pervert"
Sam chuckled.
"Shut up Sammy" He subtly ran a finger over the small of her back. "You'll pay for that later"
Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard concentrated on familiarizing himself with the controls of the ship, trying to ignore her presence behind him. She'd cornered him in the armoury before they'd left on the rescue attempt of Sumner and two of his marines.
"Sheppard?"
He turned to be faced with the pretty brunette who he'd seen on that first day in the SGC's gateroom. "Not now Miss Jacobs"
She'd rolled her eyes. "I'm coming with you"
"I don't think so" He'd grabbed his P90 and tried to move past her. She'd rested a hand on his chest and looked up at him. "Move Jacobs"
"No, not til you listen"
He'd tried to shove past her but she was strong, the hand resting lightly on him holding him in place. He frowned at her.
"Marshall didn't have chance to explain my presence here before he was taken" She sighed. "But this is the kind of shit I was brought out here to deal with. If anyone can find them, bring them back, it's me"
He'd have laughed if he wasn't so pissed. "And modest too"
He was pretty sure she'd growled, actually growled. "Now who's the one wasting time?"
He'd clenched his jaw. "Fine. But I'm not watching your back the entire time"
And then she'd laughed. "Oh Colonel Sheppard, you won't see my back for dust"
As he lowered the back of the Jumper open she was gone, her silhouette suddenly melting in to the horizon. "Shit"
The young marine who was a near constant by her side snorted. "Dude just follow your plan. She'll turn up. Probably when you need your arse saving"
Sheppard glared at him. "Will you quit calling me dude Winchester"
Laney ran, opening up her senses, revelling in the adrenaline pumping through her veins. As she caught his scent she altered her direction and picked up her pace. He was still alive but something was wrong. As she cleared a couple of fallen logs with ease she tapped her radio.
"Sheppard"
"Jacobs?"
"He's five klicks east of your original position"
"And where the fuck are you?"
"One klick from his position"
He hissed down the radio. "Call a cab did we?"
"Don't be a dick"
She clicked her radio off. They could argue about that later, Sumner's scent was fading and that was not good. She was also picking up on something that was sending her spidey senses wild. "Shit, please don't be what I think you are"
As Laney reached the doors she didn't bother slowing, turning to the side so her shoulder took the impact she stumbled slightly then righted herself. She was so close but he was getting weaker and weaker. Then the cries started. "No, no" The Slayer began to rattle its cage.
Turning the corner she felt a slight sting on her chest and looked down to see bright blue lights bouncing off her. Following their trajectory her eyes met yellow ones, the vertical slits of their pupils a sliver of black down their centre. As their owner fired again Laney grinned at it and sped up, enjoying the snap of its neck as she slammed it into a wall. Two more stepped out, weapons firing, white hair waving wildly around their head. She rolled her eyes. Hadn't they learnt that their guns didn't work?
Reaching them she was pleasantly surprised at their strength and began to engage them. Then he cried out again. Shit. She flicked out the scythe that hung at her side and jumped over their now rolling heads. Practically ripping the doors from their hinges Laney Jacobs, the last Slayer, stormed into the room and looked for something else to take her rage out on.
The Slayer growled, before her stood a woman in white, red hair tumbling down her back, teeth bared, eyes reflecting Laney's rage. At her feet lay Colonel Sumner, a very old Colonel Sumner. "What are you?" she hissed.
Laney tilted her head. "I am the Slayer, which makes you so dead it's not even funny"
Sheppard watched the thing he'd just shot in the chest twice rise to its feet, baring its teeth. He sighed and raised his P90 hitting it in the face until there was only a bloody mess left. It dropped to the ground unmoving. He looked over at Winchester who raised a brow. He shrugged. "We're gonna need more ammo"
Dean grinned at him before cursing quietly as two more appeared. Pulling the pin from a grenade he threw it and ducked. The explosion rocked the pillar he was currently using as cover and he idly wondered if that had been a good plan. When he was sure the roof wasn't going to fall and crush his skull he stood and looked for his CO. Sheppard was already making for the door at the far side of the room.
"Bollocks" He ran after him, bringing up his gun in a futile attempt to cover his rapidly disappearing Commander.
Sheppard pounded down the corridor, barely sparing a glance for the bodies on the ground, and skidded through the doors that were hanging off their hinges. "Jacobs, what the…fuck" he trailed off.
There was something like the things he'd just been engaged in battle with impaled to the wall by a sliver of wood. It was hissing loudly and writhing around, and quite clearly female. Jacobs was supporting Sumner, a very old Sumner. She gestured to the wall with her free hand. "I thought you may want to uh, you know, interrogate it or something"
His CO snorted quietly then winced.
"Sir?" Sheppard stepped towards them and was waved off.
"Laney will get me back to the jumper Sheppard. You find out all you can from this freak. I know it's one of your specialities"
John set his jaw. "Yes Sir" He turned to the wall. "I won't be long"
Lieutenant Colonel Mitchell sat at the end of the pier, legs dangling over the edge. He ran a hand over his face. "Fuck" he whispered.
"Colonel Mitchell?"
"Out here for a reason Slayer"
"I know, I won't stay" He heard her shift slightly. "Um, I just wanted to say I'm sorry"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry. That I couldn't get to him in time"
He tensed. "Be careful girl"
She gave a dark chuckle. "I'm not telling Mitchell. Just thought you should know that I know, and that I'm sorry. If you uh, ever want to talk, then you know I uh, know and I wouldn't mind"
"Right, great thanks"
She sighed behind him. After a couple minutes of silence he turned. "Look, thanks b…" He looked around, she was nowhere to be seen. "I'm gonna get that girl a fucking bell"
Laney took a seat by his hospital bed.
"Jacobs"
"Colonel" She chewed her lip.
"Laney?"
"Yes?"
"Not your fault girl. It was mine for rushing in without listening to others. I've always been a stubborn bastard"
She rolled her eyes.
"And you brought me back. Conscious and with all the right bits attached. Once they let me out of here I can live out my days in an alien city, looking out over an alien ocean. Not a bad way to spend my retirement"
"You're an idiot"
"I'll write you up"
"You can't. You're retired remember?"
Sumner grinned at her. "Come visit an old man some time?"
She swallowed. "Sure. Someone has to cut up your food"
He flipped her off.
Sat on the floor in the observation room Colonel Sheppard's lips twitched, fighting the smile that threatened despite his shaking hands.
Dean stepped out onto his balcony and slid his arms round her waist. "You ready baby?"
She nodded.
He placed a kiss to the back of her head. "No brooding Slayer. He had more time than he would have without you here. And I know where you've been hiding every afternoon, it was a nice gesture"
"I don't know what you're talking about"
Dean squeezed her before stepping back. "But I have to wonder who it was for?"
"Who what was for?" She turned to him, brow raised.
He rolled his eyes. "That novel you've been putting together with Sumner"
She frowned. "Have you secretly implanted me with a bug or something?"
"Nope, I'm just that good" He smirked at her. "So?"
Laney shifted. "I can't..tell"
"Ah" Dean held out his hand. "Then I won't ask. Come on Princess. Let's go say goodbye"
Mitchell sat on the steps and waited for her. This was the only place on her running route where they could be guaranteed privacy.
When he'd returned from Sumner's funeral there had been a small notebook laying on his bed. After checking his quarters for any unexpected guests he'd sat and flicked through it. Then he'd gone back to the first page and read every word, swallowing back the lump in his throat as his dead lover's voice echoed through his ears.
"Mitchell?"
He jumped slightly and turned. "Jesus, you even run silent"
Laney smirked at him. "Yep, I am awesome"
He rolled his eyes.
"Were you uh, waiting for me?"
"Yep"
She raised a brow.
"Get over yourself Slayer, it's not like that"
"Pleasant, aren't you?"
Mitchell huffed. "Look, I just wanted to talk to you ok? Away from any prying eyes"
Laney frowned. "Um, ok. Shall I..?" She waved a hand next to him.
"Sure" Mitchell shifted to the side, leaving enough room for her to drop next to him. She sat in silence, waiting. He cleared his throat.
"They're beginning to assign teams, preparing for off-world exploration"
Laney nodded.
"My team came with me from the SGC but with Carter in charge of the expedition I'm short one. Usually they'd be four man teams but I'm kinda used to having five of us you know. So, I was wondering if you'd uh, like to step in?"
"Step in?"
"Yeah"
"On your team?"
Mitchell rolled his eyes. "Yes"
"Huh. Are you sure?"
"Not really, I have a feeling you're gonna be more trouble than Vala and Jackson put together but you're an excellent field operative, you get on with everyone and, quite frankly, I'm used to taking the ones no one else is sure about"
"Hey!"
"And you kick arse, which will probably be helpful when we have to save our illustrious CO again, or Jackson"
She snorted. "And…"
"And I like you, and you went after Marshall with everything you had, and you kept my secret. People like you are highly prized when it comes to building a team. You're smart, loyal and prepared to do anything to bring your friend's home" He looked out over the ocean. "Hey! Jesus, get off!"
Laney squeezed him tighter. "Thank you" she whispered.
His office door slid open and Laney stepped inside. "Sheppard, you wanted to see me?"
He and Major Lorne looked up. "Ah, yes, thanks for coming"
She raised a brow. "Thanks for coming?"
"What?"
"I mean, you're the boss right. It wasn't exactly a polite invitation"
Sheppard narrowed his gaze. "Shut up"
"Shutting up, Sir"
Lorne grinned into his paperwork.
Sheppard flipped him off before turning back to her. "You know we're currently assigning teams?"
She sighed. "Yes"
He looked curiously at her. "Seeing as Lorne and I are the military commanders on base and will be taking most of the first contact missions we figured one of us will be needing a Slayer on side" He looked down at his file. "It's up to you who you want to join, you've got until tomorrow to decide"
"Um, actually…"
They looked at her.
"I've already been uh, recruited" Laney smiled at them.
"Recruited?"
"Yep"
"It doesn't work like that Jacobs"
"Well, for me it does. I promised, and I always keep my promises" She waved a hand. "You two should take a Winchester each, they're like me, just without the awesome powers"
Sheppard tipped back in his chair and studied her. "And just who has elicited such a promise from you Slayer?"
Laney rolled her eyes. "Mitchell"
"You're fucking kidding me right?"
"Nope" She smirked at him. "I like him, and his team, they've certainly been a lot more accepting than either of you have. You should take my advice on the Winchester thing, they're very good, and I'm not just saying that because I'm having sex with one of them" They gaped at her. She turned. "I expect I'll see you off world, when I'm saving your arse"
"Bitch" hissed Sheppard at the closed door.
Lorne chuckled. "I like her"
"Why?"
"She's like a prettier, more kick arse version of you"
"Fuck you Lorne"
"Wow"
Sam turned and grinned at Sheppard and Lorne who were watching Laney sparring with the Athosian woman Teyla.
"Yeah, haven't met anyone who could give her that good of a fight in a while" He turned back to watch the two women. "She must be strong, quick too"
Sheppard stepped up beside him. "Think she can win?"
"Who, Teyla?"
"Yeah"
"Nope, Lane's holding back"
"Really?"
"Yep"
Lorne appeared to his right. "Are you sure?"
Sam chuckled. "We ever get back to Earth you should join us on a hunt. Nothing like seeing her against her natural prey"
"Prey?"
"Hunt?"
He cleared his throat, whoops. "Um hmm"
"Come on, spill Winchester" Lorne elbowed him.
"Nope"
The door of the sparring room slid open and his brother wandered in. "Laney!" Dean tapped his watch.
The Slayer rolled her eyes then flicked the Bantos from her opponents hands whilst side swiping her feet. Straddling Teyla she crossed the sticks over her throat and bent her mouth to the other womans ear. After Teyla had nodded her head at whatever Laney had said the Slayer rolled smoothly to her feet and threw the sticks to Sam.
"Your turn Sammy"
He eyed the Athosian who was now back on her feet and smiling serenely at him. He looked at the sticks in his hands. "Shit"
Lorne snorted.
Two hours later he sat on the mat in the sparring room and looked at the other two men.
"Ow"
Sam grinned at his CO.
"Don't know what you're looking so pleased with yourself for Winchester. She floored you in the first thirty seconds"
He flipped him off. "At least I lasted thirty seconds"
"Bite me"
"Play nice children" Lorne rolled his shoulders and groaned a little.
Sheppard grinned at him before turning to Sam. "Uh, so your brother and Laney…?"
Sam raised a brow. His CO rolled his eyes at him.
Sam sighed. "Yeah. On and off for a few years but now its kinda permanent"
"He seems a little uh.." Sheppard shifted "..in charge"
"In charge?"
"For fuck's sake Winchester, stop playing dumb"
"Look, it's not really my place ok?" Sam cleared his throat. "Uh, lets just say that if it wasn't for Dean you wouldn't have a kick arse Slayer in Atlantis. He's uh, done a lot for her lately. Pulled her back from some shit"
The two officers raised their brows.
"That's all you're getting, it's up to Lane if she wants to tell people. And don't hassle her for it either, if she doesn't kick your arse Dean and I will"
Sheppard held his hands up. "Hey, wasn't planning on it" He pushed himself up. "I'm showering then passing out. Try not to find any more women who can kick my arse while I'm gone"
Sam watched Lorne smirk and watch his CO disappear through the door. He turned to look at Sam, who grinned back at him.
"What?"
"Shower Major Lorne?"
"Uh, what?"
Sam rolled his eyes and got to his feet. "Come on Major, don't think I didn't notice you checking out my arse earlier"
"Was not"
"Was too"
"It would be highly illegal and against the regs to check out your arse"
"Hmm, bad Major Lorne"
"Creepy Sam"
"Shower or not?"
"Fuck"
"I hope so"
"Cut it out Winchester"
"Nope"
Dean decided that there was nothing hotter than a woman straight from the shower, her skin was still warm and damp pressed against his and her hair was spread out over the pillow, slowly drying into soft waves. He gave her nipple one last lick then reached to the side to grab a condom. Her hand grabbed his and he frowned down at her. "Something wrong baby?"
Laney shook her head. "You don't have to"
"Uh, pretty sure I want to" He rubbed his hard-on against the inside of her thigh.
She rolled her eyes. "I mean you don't have to wear a condom"
"What?!"
"I want to feel you, properly"
He groaned. "Baby don't say shit like that. And I'm really not looking to make little me's yet"
She smirked at him. "But they'd be so pretty"
"Lane! Cut it out. You're ruining the mood"
Laney slid smooth legs up and down his sides. "I have an implant"
"An implant?"
"Uh huh, courtesy of the SGC" Her feet hooked behind his arse and tugged him closer. "No babies"
"No babies?"
"Um hmm"
He hovered over her, arm still outstretched, her hand wrapped around his wrist. He swallowed. "Fuck"
"Hmm, yes please"
Dean closed his eyes for a second. For all the sex he'd had over the years he'd never gone without protection before. It was the only thing apart from how to hunt that his Dad had taught him. He licked his lips remembering how she felt with the thin layer of latex between them and wondering just how long he'd last without it.
"Dean?"
He opened his eyes. She was blinking up at him, cheeks a little flushed and green eyes blown and glazed from her earlier orgasm. He could still taste her on his tongue. His dick twitched against her. Fuck. He pressed his lips to hers, murmuring against them. "Yeah Princess, whatever you want"
She hummed in pleasure and opened up for him. As his tongue explored her mouth, laying claim, Dean pulled his hips back slightly guiding his dick to her entrance before slowly pushing his way inside. He broke their kiss with a moan and nuzzled into her neck as more and more of him was engulfed in warm, wet…velvet. He couldn't think of any other word to describe it and then he couldn't think of anything at all apart from not cumming as muscles pulsed around him and every ridge and bump inside of her passed exquisitely over him as he sank deeper.
When his hips rested against hers and his length was surrounded by her he huffed over her skin. "Fuck Lane, feel so good" She gave a quiet little whimper and more ripples sent sparks of pleasure through him. "Legs up baby, I want in deeper"
Moaning quietly she slid her feet from his arse until they settled in the centre of his back, ankles crossing, locking him in place. He slid in a little further. "More" he growled.
When her knees were behind his shoulders Laney's body gave a little shudder as the head of his dick lightly tapped her cervix. Dean hummed and rolled his hips, exhaling a ragged breath as she pulsed around him again, her arousal starting to coat his balls. Keeping his face buried in her neck, tongue flicking out for a taste he withdrew to his tip, hissing at cold air hitting his soaked cock before enjoying the feel of her clenching around his head, trying to pull him back in.
"Dean, please"
"Yeah, yeah" He groaned. "I'm not gonna…"
"Me too. Please, so close already" Her hands gripped his shoulders, knees pushing back on him.
"Fuck" He thrust back into her.
Laney lay curled in his arms, she should really get up and clean herself off. She could feel his cum starting to run down her thigh and it was making her a little horny again.
"Well that was.." she felt him sigh "..embarrassingly quick"
She giggled into his chest. "Want to try again?"
"Not all working with Slayer stamina here Princess"
She flicked her tongue over his nipple and felt him twitch.
"Shit, just give me ten minutes ok?"
Colonel Mitchell watched her. She was sat with the older Winchester, curled up by his side on one of the couches they'd found in the drier part of the city, studying something on his tablet.
It was pretty obvious they were involved and Dean Winchester had made it clear to those who hadn't been able to see past the end of their noses that she was off-limits. Mitchell didn't blame him, she was hot, and kicked arse, and appeared to have no filter between her mouth and her brain, or any concept of personal boundaries. He would say she was almost childlike except for the haunted look in her eyes that made his spine tingle, and her completely inappropriate language.
As the younger Winchester took a seat the other side of her and passed over a coffee Mitchell pursed his lips in thought. He couldn't figure out Sam Winchester's dynamic in their close-knit group. If they weren't brothers he'd say they were all involved, in love even. They were fiercely loyal to each other, and Sam was just as watchful over her as his brother.
His brows rose slightly as Sheppard joined them, sitting opposite Laney and seeming to easily join their conversation. He knew the other Colonel had been pissed that he'd snapped her up for his team and the Slayer had refused to budge from her initial decision. Mitchell took a sip of coffee and watched Sheppard run a hand through his hair before sprawling back on the other couch. He licked his lips, yeah, the man was ridiculously hot.
Laney Jacobs sat in the mess and popped the last of her slice of cake into her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully her gaze was drawn to a table on the far side of the room where two young marines had just burst into laughter at something the other man sat with them had said. She rolled her eyes. She liked Colonel Mitchell and they'd become pretty good friends after the Sumner thing but currently the man couldn't keep it in his pants to save his life. He was sprawled in his chair, arm slung over the back of the empty seat next to him and, yeah, he was definitely smirking.
She frowned slightly, Laney was pretty sure it had been Sheppard that she'd been smelling on her team leader the past few weeks, and this did not look like Mitchell was intending to stick with him for any longer than he had any other of his fucks he'd been using in a lame attempt to get over the death of his lover. She could see a whole lot of shit hitting the fan and spattering across Atlantis in the very near future.
"Man-whore" she muttered.
"Excuse me?"
She grinned at Dean and gestured over his shoulder with a subtle tilt of her head. Raising a brow he shifted in his seat and let his gaze casually run over the tables. "Fuck" he whispered.
"Probably"
He glared at her. "You sure it was Sheppard that you could…" he waved a hand in the air.
"99%"
"Bollocks. He's so damn grumpy when he's not getting laid. And that.." he gave another wave of his hand "..is not going to go down well"
"Unlike Mitchell, so I've heard"
"It's not fucking funny Lane" Dean hissed at her "I'm the one going to be stuck off world with Colonel Broody whilst you're swanning about with Mr Happy-Go-Lucky there"
Laney smirked at him. "Scared I'll be next on his hit list?"
Dean narrowed his gaze. "Don't even think about it Princess, I may be open to some shit but not that fucking open. He'll probably give you some weird alien STD"
She opened her mouth to reply then frowned, eyes falling on the door of the mess, just in time to see Colonel Sheppard turn on his heels and stalk out.
"Bollocks"
Sam leant back on his elbows and watched the other man's lips slide down his cock, moaning quietly as gentle suction was applied, hot tongue swirling over him. He thrust gently and Evan gripped his hips, pushing him back down on the bed. Sam growled and the Major grinned around his length before humming, sending beautiful little vibrations over him.
"Fuck"
Another hum then the tip of his cock was brushing the back of Evan's throat and then the man was swallowing around him before sucking hard and raising his head. As his lover set a steady but painfully slow rhythm Sam thunked his head back on the pillow and tried to twist his hips free of the iron tight grip. Giving up Sam buried his fingers in the short dark hair and allowed Evan to set the pace, losing himself in hotwetsuction.
As his balls began to tighten and his muscles tensed Sam groaned. "Ev, please"
Halting his movements Evan moved his hands behind his back and nodded. "Fuck, yes" whispered Sam, and started to thrust.
"What the fuck Cam?" hissed John. His back pressed against his door, the other Colonel bearing down on him.
Mitchell smirked at him. "Thought I'd surprise you"
"You know what's a fucking surprise Colonel Mitchell?"
Cameron raised a brow, hands planting either side of John's head. "What?" he drawled.
"You fucking two of my marines yesterday then having the balls to show up here, expecting to get laid"
"Come on Shep, we're not exclusive right?" He stepped in a little closer and John willed his dick to be as pissed off as he was right now.
"So I guess all those things that were said were heat of the moment then right?"
"Right" Cam hummed and ran his lips up John's throat. "I can say them again if you want?"
"No, just fuck off"
He pressed his body in closer, hard-on digging in to John's thigh. "God John, you're so fucking hot you know that? Even when you're pissed all I want is to tear your clothes off and throw you down. Fuck this pretty arse of yours until you scream my name" Cam bit down gently between his neck and collarbone.
"Shit, get off me"
"No way"
John tried to ignore the way his skin was heating, his dick straining against the fabric of his BDU's. "Fuck"
"Oh yeah" Cam growled in his ear and crushed him against the cool metal of the door.
Laney strode through the forest in the direction of the gate, fuming quietly, fists clenched at her sides. Not only did this planet stink, a vile smell that was stirring up memories she'd long ago pushed down, permeating her clothes, skin and hair, but two hours in it had started to rain. So now she smelled bad, her boots were full of mud, and her hair was dripping cold rivulets of water down her back.
Their last three missions had been like this. Every planet Sheppard had sent them to had been one already visited by an Atlantean team and each one had been identified as one you really wanted to avoid visiting if at all possible. The last one had been populated by demonic children who had painted Daniel blue.
Her name was called from behind her before being blown away by the wind. Laney turned and glared at him. "What?!"
Mitchell shot her a look that would have most marines filling their pants. "Slow the fuck down Slayer! We're not all working with super powers here!"
She closed her eyes and enjoyed imagining what it would be like to punch him in the face.
"What the hell is your problem?!"
He was standing in front of her now, face twisted in anger, the rain driving into the side of him. A flash of lightning lit the tress behind them.
"My problem?! MY PROBLEM?!"
"YES!"
"YOU! You are my problem! This is all your fucking fault!"
"You what?!"
Vala rang out a pigtail and raised an elegant eyebrow at Teal'c, who inclined his head and matched her raised brow..
"You just can't help yourself can you?!"
He clenched his jaw. "Can't help myself, what?"
Laney should have known, he wasn't yelling now which meant he was getting really pissed but her own anger was spilling over. The mud now seeping out the top of her boots only enhancing it.
"Fuck about all you want Sir" she hissed "but don't do it with your CO otherwise you and your team end up getting sent to shit holes like this"
Mitchell growled.
"I'm paying for your whoreish behaviour and it fucks me off!"
"Oh dear" murmured Daniel behind them.
"Indeed"
The muscles in his jaw twitched and Laney braced herself. But he just sneered at her. "Fine one to talk aren't we darlin', about whoreish behaviour"
"Excuse me?!"
Daniel closed his eyes. "Oh God"
"The great Slayer, being the Winchester's plaything"
Colonel Carter eyed SGA-3 as they stood in front of her, forming five small lakes on the gate room floor.
"Raining was it?"
Colonel Sheppard snorted from beside her.
Laney growled quietly.
Carter stepped closer and peered at Mitchell. He was pretty much covered in mud, head to foot, whilst the others appeared to be only soaked through with dirt on their boots. "Is that a black eye Colonel Mitchell?"
He shifted. "Yes M'am"
She raised a brow at the formality. "Huh. I believed PX3-810 to be uninhabited"
"It is"
"Huh"
She looked at the others. Teal'c was as impassive and unreadable as ever, Vala was smiling slightly, Daniel had found something interesting over her right shoulder and Laney merely met her gaze with an impressively blank expression.
"Fell, did you?"
Mitchell's fists clenched at his side. "Yes M'am"
Dean turned as someone tapped him on the shoulder and he eyed her rather bedraggled appearance. "Val? Everything ok?"
She nodded. "Just a light shower on our recent mission"
He grinned. "Lane'll be pissed"
"Um, yes she is"
He raised a brow. "Spill Vala Mal Doran"
Vala sighed. "I could not hear everything over the storm but I believe Laney blames Mitchell for our recent run of bad luck. Whatever he said in return made her a little uh…"
"Pissed?"
"Yes"
"Shit"
"Colonel Mitchell insists that he fell"
"Shit" He ran a hand through his hair. "Ok babe, thanks. I'll go find her"
The shower door opened and he stepped in behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her in close.
"So I hear Mitchell had a nasty fall off world today"
"Umhmm"
"Lucky he escaped with a black eye and a couple of bruised ribs apparently"
Laney swallowed. "Right"
He dipped his mouth to her ear. "He upset you?"
"I started it. I got angry"
"There's not much that makes you angry Princess. What's been going on?"
"Dean…"
"Tell me, otherwise I go ask Mitchell"
He stepped back and began to wash her shoulders, hands sliding down her back, over her arms. Laney closed her eyes.
"He managed to get Sheppard back in his bed again"
"Right"
"Just the once, before, you know, um McKay"
Dean dropped into a crouch, massaging body wash into her tight calf muscles. "Shit"
"Yeah. Ever since then we've been put on the shittiest missions, crappiest shifts"
"This would explain your absence from my bed"
"Um, yeah. Then today I just couldn't take it anymore, I…. it stank there, made me think of…" she swallowed back the lump in her throat "…them, and it was dirty, and then it started raining and all I could think about was that it was his fault.."
"I'm sorry baby" he murmured. She nodded.
"..and then we were yelling, and some things were said.." Laney shifted "..um, and then I kinda saw red" She took a shaky breath. "I haven't, not in a long time, been that angry"
Dean turned her and tipped her head back to rinse out the conditioner. "Maybe you need to take some time out Lane, it's been a long and shitty couple of years for you without much breathing space. Ask Sheppard"
Laney shook her head. "No, I'm good. Better now I've hit him in his stupid smirking face"
He grinned at her. "You can't beat up your team leader every time you get mad at him. They'll probably have to fire you eventually"
She stuck her tongue out then wrinkled her nose. "I still smell bad"
"Yeah, you really do"
She scowled at him. "Go away"
"Nope" He pulled her back in and ran his mouth up her throat. "What did he say to you? That made you lose it"
"I can't…"
His arms tightened. "Baby, tell me"
Colonel Sheppard and Major Lorne faced each other, Bantos slightly raised. They began to circle.
"So I hear Mitchell had a bit of an accident today off-world?"
Sheppard's lip twitched. "Umhmm, a fall apparently"
Major Lorne flicked a stick at his CO's thigh, his blow was blocked and he backed off again. "Who do you think hit him?"
Sheppard raised a brow. Lorne matched his gesture.
He shrugged. "Guessing Teal'c or Lane, the others wouldn't be able to get a jump on him"
"Have you seen Vala fight?"
"Nope"
Lorne took a light blow to his side and hissed. Sheppard smirked at him.
"You should"
"Huh"
They paused in their sparring to look up at the door that had slid open.
"Mitchell?" growled Dean Winchester.
"Uh, jumper bay"
They watched him stalk away and the door slide shut behind him. They looked at each other.
"Think we should uh, intervene?"
Sheppard grinned. "Nope"
They raised their Bantos as the door opened again. Sheppard rolled his eyes. "Wha..?"
Dean pointed at him. "You send her to that fucking planet again I'll shoot you, CO or not!" Then he was gone.
"Uh"
Sheppard looked at Lorne. "I have no idea"
Lorne rolled his eyes. "So maybe just put PX3-810 on the no-go list for SGA-3?"
"Maybe I could write Winchester up for insubordination"
Lorne raised a brow at his CO. Sheppard sighed. "Fine. I'll put it on the list"
They shifted slightly.
"So, Lane then?"
"Right"
"Must've hurt"
"Good"
Colonel Mitchell liked to think that if he hadn't been on the receiving end of an angry Slayers fist a few hours ago he would have been able to put up more of a fight against the younger man's rage. However after a short scuffle he was now pinned against the side of Jumper Two and Dean Winchester's face was about an inch from his. God, the man was pretty.
As if reading his mind Dean smirked at him. "Don't get any ideas Mitchell, you're not really my type" Then his grip on Cameron's shirt tightened a little more before he released him and stepped away with a sigh.
"Look man, you're a good guy right, despite the fact you've become, what Laney calls, a man-whore" He held his hands up. "And I've been there, believe me, screwed any hot little piece of arse who would have me but it didn't help with my shit and it won't help with yours, whatever it may be. And I'm not asking, not really caring"
Dean pointed at him. "But, you speak to her like that again I'll shoot you, and I'm pretty sure Sheppard would let me get away with it too. She's mine, not mine and Sammy's, not mine and whoever else I fancy a piece of, just mine. I hear anyone else say otherwise and it comes back to you, you understand?"
Cameron eyed him and nodded slowly. "Sure, sorry" He ran a hand through his hair. "I shouldn't have said it, she pissed me off and I came out with some shit that I knew would hurt. It was shitty of me"
"Yeah, it was. I should be pummeling the crap out of you right now"
Mitchell snorted. "Yeah right"
"Don't push it Mitchell"
He cleared his throat. "Right, sorry. Um, is she..?"
"Pissed? Oh yeah, but she'll calm down, she always does" Dean shifted slightly. "Look, Lane's been through some shit ok? That's why I insisted she come here, and that me and Sammy come with her. I just wanted to get her away from it all. Today something reminded her of a really crappy time and that's why she blew her top at you"
Cameron looked at him curiously. Dean shrugged.
"Not my story to tell. But you're her team leader Mitch, her friend, you stop pissing about and maybe one day she'll trust you enough with it. It's you lot always banging on about how important trust is between teams, try building some rather than chasing tail all over the galaxy"
"Hey!"
"And you may want to think about the fact that one day you won't be a hot flyboy who fights aliens, and then all that tail will be in someone else's bed and you'll be on your own"
Cameron rolled his eyes.
Dean grinned at him. "Do you know how many women, and men, have called out a false name when I've made them cum? A LOT, and it's one hell of a rush, I get it. But eventually even pretty boy hunters have to grow up, grow a pair, and so do flyboys"
Cam gaped at him as the other man turned on his heels and left the jumper bay.
Colonel Sheppard eyed the giant with dreadlocks who currently had him and Teyla bound back to back. "Cool gun"
The giant looked at him. He could practically feel Teyla rolling her eyes.
"Um, don't suppose you're in need of a job are you?"
"John…"
"Oh come on Tey, he'd be awesome. Did you see that thing he did with his feet and then the way you flipped over…uh, right. Sorry" He blinked at the barrel of the gun.
"Be quiet"
"Right ok"
He felt her tense behind him. "Teyla?"
"I believe our captor wishes us to be quiet as something is coming"
"Right, great. Of course there is"
The giant growled quietly and dropped into a crouch.
"We can help you" whispered Teyla. "If you leave us like this we could die"
"Be quiet"
John exhaled. "Shit"
Dean strolled into the clearing, hands help up. "I'm unarmed" He vaguely pointed with his finger. "They're my people, I was hoping we could come to some arrangement? We have a lot we can trade"
The giant gave a deep rumble which John guessed was him laughing. "Trade? I have no need for anything"
"Huh, well that's a pity because you seem like an alright guy"
John closed his eyes. "Shit"
The giant raised his gun then shouted as it shot out his hand and flew up, disappearing out of sight against the sun. Shifting his stance to prepare for battle he blinked at Laney who was stood to the right of him smiling innocently.
"Well, aren't you lovely?" Then she pulled back and swung.
She toed the unconscious man. "Can I keep him?"
"No!" Both Sheppard and Dean glared at her.
Laney winked at Mitchell. "You're much more fun, glad I'm on your team"
"Don't wind 'em up Slayer" He smirked at her. "But that is very true and thank you for pointing it out"
Teyla cleared her throat. "I believe John wishes to keep him?"
"I bet he does"
Sheppard narrowed his gaze. "Cut it out Lane" He pointed at Teyla. "And you"
Teyla widened her eyes. "Cut out what?"
Mitchell snorted.
Laney squeezed her arm. "Please come play with us instead?"
"Laney.." Dean frowned at her. "..stop it now. We need to get him back to Atlantis, I'm guessing by Jumper seeing as he won't be returning to conciousness anytime soon"
"You told me to take him down" She folded her arms across her chest. "You need to word your orders more carefully O Great One. I could have snapped his neck too"
"Don't play dumb, you knew what I meant"
She stuck her tongue out. "I can carry him but you may want to remove whatever is implanted in his back first. It appears to be sending a faint signal"
Sheppard glared at her. "Now you tell us?!"
"Hey, you try being the Slayer sometime. Theres a lot of information being processed you know?"
"I'd never have guessed"
"Can I knock him out too?"
Mitchell propped his arms on his P90. "Feel free"
"So, you're keeping the incredibly hot, kick arse, Conan-type?"
Colonel Sheppard turned and grinned at her. "Yep"
"How very selfish of you"
"Hey, you don't need anymore on your team. Mitchell's got you and Teal'c"
"Are you saying you think me and Teal'c are hot?"
"I'm a little scared of Teal'c"
"I am way scarier"
"Not really"
"I could snap you between two of my fingers"
"Bullshit"
"Sl..ay..er"
"Yeah I know. It's just you're so, you know…"
"I'm so what Colonel Sheppard?"
He cleared his throat. "You know, um, petite"
"Petite!"
John tried not to smile. "Yes"
Laney narrowed her gaze and put her hands on her hips. "And a girl too I suppose?"
"Uh huh"
"I think perhaps I need to have a word with Teyla about this"
"Uh, what?"
"Well, I mean she's not much taller than me right? And I'm pretty sure she's a girl, especially after seeing her in the women's shower the other day"
"Unfair"
The Slayer smirked at him. "I think she needs to up your sparring sessions, a little reminder of what some petite girl's can really do, hmm?"
