Author's note; My fic is always for fun, and my own selfish pleasure (clears throat), so be warned I have played with character's/storylines etc. Just as a little background Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell joined the Atlantis expedition on the first wave as it's leader, with Colonel Carter stepping in to head SG-1 instead. Hope you enjoy reading, thank you.
Rated M for language and smut.
The three commanding officers of Atlantis sat at the briefing table and waited to find out why they'd been called there. They were used to seeing Dr Rodney McKay a ball of nervous energy, never staying still, or shutting up, for more than a minute. He'd been staring at the top of the briefing table in silence for five minutes now, not even a muscle had twitched. Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard raised a brow at Colonel Mitchell who shrugged wordlessly.
The scientist sighed quietly. "I have another sister, her name is Olivia" He told the table before raising his gaze to them. "My Mom uh, met someone after her and Dad separated. The man was a widow, had two boys already" He licked his lips. "Never got to know them too well, they were always moving around, something to do with his work but Mom stayed in touch until she died. I saw them at the funeral twelve years ago, she was ten then, but after that they pretty much fell off the face of the planet"
McKay had just left a meeting with O'Neill who had come through the gate especially to speak with him. John had a horrible feeling he was about to lose his resident genius, and someone who had become a good friend.
"You've read the reports about the SGC monitoring all the weird things happening back on Earth, sudden changes in the weather, mass unexplained deaths.." he waved his hand vaguely. They nodded at him. "Three days ago pretty much every machine they had taking readings of the activity started smoking, pointing towards Lawrence in Kansas before melting" He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "All they found was her, sat in a cemetery by a 1967 Chevy Impala that apparently held nearly as many weapons as the mountains armoury and holding four rings that were stuck together until they managed to prise them out her fingers"
"Um.."
"I know Colonel, I know" His shoulders slumped. "I don't know what any of it means but since then there's been nothing, not even a blip on the radar, no more strange happenings, no freak weather" He sighed again. "And then there's the weapons and the weird jewellery, and the fact she was there, right on the spot that had apparently seen a hell of a lot of activity but looked completely undisturbed"
Evan cleared his throat. "And this 'she' is definitely your sister?"
Rodney nodded sadly. "Yeah, they ran a load of tests, her DNA flashed up against my records"
"Tests?"
He looked at Cam. "Um, she's at the mountain. Not only does she seem to be involved in this somehow but she's uh, catatonic. In a Stupor, no outside stimuli are getting through"
John closed his eyes briefly. "What do you need Rodney?"
"To go, see if I can help. There's no sign of the rest of her family, I'm all she's got" He chuckled darkly. "Poor her"
Cam rolled his eyes. "Go pack McKay, take as long as you need"
Two weeks later.
Olivia sat curled on the couch watching her big brother clean and reassemble his weapon, she could do it herself now, the amount of times she's sat and studied his sure, smooth movements. She finds it relaxing, a small routine in the midst of the chaos that is their life. Motel after motel, hunt after hunt, the same cartoons playing over and over as she sits in another anonymous room waiting for them to return. Daddy is training her but she isn't allowed to join them yet, too young he said, not ready. Practice, study, one day you will be as good as the boys.
Dean smiled over at her. "All done baby girl, wanna catch a movie?" He produces a pack of popcorn from his bag and waves it at her.
Olivia smiles back. This was her favourite time, when they came back safe, flushed with success and not quiet and angry, when that happened her brothers would go out and get drunk to escape Daddy's brooding, find some pretty girl, or boy, and spend the night with them instead of with Olivia. She jumps onto his bed in reply and he rolls his eyes before flicking on the TV and joining her, letting her snuggle into his side with only a little grumble. Twenty minutes in Sam appears from the bathroom and stretches out the other side of her completing her world, her family are safe and together at least for tonight.
Rodney leant forward in his chair studying her face intently, he frowned. For a moment he'd thought something had shifted in her expression, maybe a flicker in her eyes, a twitch of her lips. He counted the seconds, eyes never leaving her face, when he reached two minutes he sat back and sighed quietly. Even if he hadn't imagined it his sister had now definitely resumed her favourite activity of staring blankly at the ceiling above her bed. Noticing his movement Dr Lam looked over and raised a brow, he shakes his head and goes back to his laptop.
He had started working here, they said he should keep talking, keep touching, that eventually something would penetrate her sleep state, but he'd felt a little ridiculous and had pretty much run out of things to say after the first half hour. Then Colonel Carter had appeared with his stuff, along with the files on everything they had about the events leading up to her discovery, and where they'd found her. Rodney hoped the sound of him working and the occasional murmured comments about something she was familiar with would be enough. He'd been tempted to call Jeannie but his older sister had always been funny about the younger womans birth, blatantly ignoring their Mom and any contact that Olivia had attempted to make.
He sighed again, he was doing that a lot these days, and picked up the photo of the four rings, one appeared to be a simple band, the three other's with stones set into them, two oval and one square. They'd apparently rolled apart as soon as the med staff had managed to pry them from her fingers, and no one could get them to stick back together again. Rodney was pretty sure that was a good thing. He'd vetoed the idea of placing them back into Olivia's hands to see if it was just her they would perform their neat trick for, O'Neill nodding approvingly at him from behind Dr Jackson, who had looked like Rodney had just broken his favourite toy.
Making sure no one was around he covered her hand with his briefly. "Please wake up. I know I suck at this but um, I'm not all bad, and O'Neill says you can stay here if you want, with me. You won't be alone I promise" She continued her perusal of the ceiling. "Difficult bitch" He muttered. He jumped at the quiet snort of laughter behind him and turned his head.
"Geez O'Neill, no need for special ops in the infirmary"
The General grinned. "How else am I gonna catch people out?"
Rodney rolled his eyes. "And just what have you caught me at?"
"Revealing your softer side"
He pulled a face. "I do not have a softer side"
"Uh huh" The man stood at the other side of the bed. "Miss Winchester, if you wake up now I'll give you a million dollars"
They both stared stupidly at her then Rodney gave a quiet laugh. "Do you even have a million dollars?"
"Maybe"
"Really?"
"Maybe" O'Neill grinned at him. "I'll be back tomorrow with another offer"
"Right, great" Rodney muttered. Waiting until O'Neill left he leant in. "I do have a million dollars, bit more in fact, and I'm open to sharing, buying sparkly things?" He flipped her off for ignoring him and went back to his work.
Three weeks later.
Olivia swore as her brother jerked his arm away causing the needle to open a smaller wound beneath the one she was trying to stitch together. "Stay still you big baby, look what you made me do!"
Sam glared at her as Dean huffed a laugh from the table where he was sat cleaning off their knives. "We taught you better than this Olivia. Stop making a fucking mess of it, Jesus fucking Christ"
Dean growled quietly. "That's enough Sammy"
"Bite me Dean"
"Stop it" She returned to her work. "You're just pissed 'cause you messed up and had to be saved by your baby sister"
"I messed up 'cause my baby sister pulled a stupid fucking move! What the hell were you thinking?!"
"I think the same as you remember, and killing the bad guy is not messing up" She gently pulled the thread through.
"You could have gotten yourself killed! And you got me stabbed!" Sam took another pull from the bottle.
Dean stood. "Now.."
Olivia dropped the needle and got to her feet. "You know what, do it your fucking self. I'm outta here" She grabbed her jacket. "Ungrateful fucking bastard"
"That's enough! The both of you" Dean pointed at her. "And you're not going anywhere"
"Watch me" She slipped under his outstretched hand and yanked the door open. "You're both turning into Dad!" Slamming the door shut behind her Olivia jogged down the corridor and tucked herself into an open laundry cupboard, waiting until she heard Dean's footsteps fade and the door to the reception close behind him. Doubling back she left the motel via the back entrance and made her way through the trees before stepping out onto the main street.
Her brother's may be turning into their Father but she was becoming a female version of Dean, and when Dean was pissed he got drunk, then laid. Pulling the roll of notes from her jacket pocket she grinned and hailed a cab, asking to be taken to the next town.
Two hours later she groaned and fisted the sheets below her as he ran his tongue between her legs and slid a finger into her arse. Yeah, she had gotten as good as Dean at picking out what she wanted too.
Rodney nearly fell off his chair as she groaned quietly. "Doc!" He bent over her, looking into still vacant eyes. He looked back up as Carolyn jogged over, a concerned expression on her face. "She groaned"
Her brow raised. "Groaned?"
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes. Definitely groaned" He looked back at his prone sister. "Shit, do it again" He prodded her.
"Dr McKay!"
"What?"
"No prodding the patients. That's my job" She smiled gently at him and turned to the machine that was reading Olivia's vitals. "Huh"
"Huh?" He jiggled from one foot to another.
"There was a small change about thirty seconds ago"
"Told you, told you"
"Will you stop bouncing Rodney" He stilled. "But everything has settled back down" She bent to examine Olivia's face, taking a few moments to study it. She sighed. "I'm sorry Rodney, maybe it was just an involuntary thing"
He shook his head. "No. It sounded…" He licked his lips, actually it had sounded a little like a happy groan and he wasn't sure how he could explain that one, or how comfortable he was with it.
"Rodney?"
"Um, happy?" He studied the floor.
"Oh" He could hear her smirking. He shot the floor a stern look incase it decided to smirk at him too. "Maybe she's reliving some memories, or dreaming. It can be possible in this kind of state"
Rodney looked up. "So if she's uh, doing that maybe she'll wake up soon?" He tried to ignore the little flare of hope in his chest. He'd hardly known Olivia, hadn't seen her in years, they could hate each other, she wouldn't even remember him. And suddenly he felt nervous about the possibility of having a younger sister who could actually talk back at him.
The doctor smiled at him. "Maybe Rodney, just keep doing what you're doing"
"I can't stay forever" He didn't sound very convincing, even to his own ears.
"You won't have to, I promise"
He nodded at her retreating back and checked his watch, his stomach rumbled. Looking over at her he sighed. "Sorry, gotta eat. Want me to bring you some cake?" He waited half a minute then rolled his eyes at himself before heading out from the infirmary and towards the mess, passing O'Neill on the way. "So General, what are you attempting to bribe my sister with this time?"
He got the now familiar grin. "Week in Hawaii"
Rodney shook his head and moved on. "Good luck"
Three days later.
Olivia scrabbled in the dirt for War's ring, it had flown from Dean's hand at the first hit from Sam, no, not Sam anymore, Lucifer. The Devil was currently enjoying turning her other brothers face into a bloody mess and had temporarily forgotten her presence. Her fingers closed around the band of metal and she tried not to sob in gratitude, turning around, keeping low she slid back across the ground, hand outstretched to where she knew the other three rings had fallen.
She could hear Dean now, still goading Lucifer through what sounded like a broken jaw, keeping him turned away from the sight of Olivia getting closer and closer to opening the cage. There was a faint click and the rings began to spin, she rolled away not knowing what was supposed to happen next before looking up into her brothers face, twisted in anger, covered in the spatters of Dean's blood. He lifted her by the throat, feet dangling uselessly below her.
"Bitch" He hissed. "I may have to go but I'll be back…" He smiled slowly at her. "…and you'll make for nice company whilst I'm finding a way out. Maybe Sammy here will enjoy that, he always was a slightly twisted bastard, even before all that demon blood started pumping through his veins" He laughed as the ground began to open up behind him. And then the wrist that was pressing into her airway was gripped and she looked though blurry eyes at Dean.
She blinked, trying to figure out if he was really him, he looked so…perfect, like he hadn't just taken a beating from the Devil himself. Dean smiled at the surprised look on Sam's face. "Oh yeah Sammy, not the only one who can say yes" Wrenching Olivia from the strangling hold he shot her one last look as she fell to the ground on her back. "Live baby girl, and don't ever come back to this shit" His eyes shimmered briefly and then his voice was deeper somehow, older. "Your brother loves you very much"
And then she screamed as her world fell into the pit and the ground closed around them.
Captain Aiden Ford slammed upright in his bed in the infirmary then groaned, hanging onto the sides as his head reminded him why he was in here. His skin goose bumped and he shivered as a similar scream to the one that had woken him echoed around the room. Going to swing his feet to the floor he froze as he heard Dr Lam's voice from a few feet away.
"Don't even think about it Captain!" She pointed at him with her best 'this is my infirmary and I have large needles at my disposal' look on her face and then the curtain that surrounded the bed of the young woman who had everyone talking in hushed whispers was quickly opened and pulled shut by the doctor. He swallowed at the brief glimpse of her arching up from the bed, wrists and ankles being held down by the nurses on duty, eyes staring at something that no one else could see.
Propping himself against his pillows he closed his eyes against the throbbing pain that was making him feel a little nauseous and waited, on edge, for the next scream to come. Instead he heard running footsteps and cracked open an eye as Dr McKay skidded into the infirmary, still dressed in sweat pants and a tee. He'd stopped spending the night by his sisters bed a week ago after it had taken him twenty minutes to properly straighten out after another night dozing in a chair. O'Neill had given him a look and McKay had nodded resignedly.
"McKay?"
He got a raised brow, the man not stopping from his advancement to the concealed bed.
Ford licked his lips. "You may want to uh, wait"
"What?!"
He winced. "No shouting" He waved a hand at the curtain. "Theres a few of them in there. I…uh"
The scientist scowled. "No way"
"McKay…Rodney..?" He watched the man disappear from view. "Oh crap"
Rodney ran a shaky hand through his hair and let out a ragged breath. Perhaps he should have listened to Ford, she was sleeping now but he kept remembering the look in her eyes, her attempts to escape an invisible hold on her throat, her gasped out ramblings of angels, and demons, and something called the pit. All he had been able to think about was getting her to wake the hell up, maybe taking her to Atlantis, far away from whatever had taken the rest of her family but now he was very afraid that Olivia wouldn't be in any state of mind to do any of that. And if she wasn't what would he do, he swallowed at the thoughts of mental institutions or keeping her locked up here for the rest of her life while she was probably poked about by Jackson.
He wouldn't be able to leave her alone but Atlantis needed him there too, and he missed the city and his old life so badly it hurt, even the parts of it where he'd been running for his life. Rodney chewed his lip thoughtfully, maybe he should call Jeannie, so she'd been a bit of an arse about Mom's new family but she was a kind person, and she knew about the programme, if he told her about what Olivia had been through maybe she would help her, take her in or something. Or at least visit her at the loony bin.
There was a quiet moan and he stood quickly, chair scraping back sounding loud in the stillness that only seemed to happen in an infirmary at night. Making sure he didn't touch her in case it set off another fear induced attack he peered at her face in the dim light. She licked her lips, eyes focusing on him for the first time in all those weeks. Her lips parted and he bent closer. Her voice was ragged, barely above a whisper. "Coffee?"
Two days later.
From; DMcKayPhDPhDPhD
To; ColCMitchellUSAF; LtColJSheppardUSAF; MjrELorneUSAF
It sucks here. Olivia agrees with me and she's only been awake for two days, and she's apparently getting tired of being prodded (and, in her words, not in the fun way) by Dr Jackson. I've managed to swing us a week away from the mountain, the fact she appears to already have O'Neill wrapped around her little finger I suspect helped with this, and I'm taking her somewhere warm and sunny. The lack of daylight here is enough to make anyone batshit insane (explains O'Neill), and I don't think she needs anymore help with that one.
I know you get the reports but I wanted to give you a brief outline of what I've learnt since she's woken up as I'm not sure what information they're giving up at the moment. The Winchester's hunted…monsters! Oh yeah, monsters, apparently they exist, ghosts and vampires and succubus (I'm not even gonna explain what those are, euw) and werewolves and witches…well, pretty much everything you thought was myth or legend. They got tangled up with some pretty powerful beings which resulted in the world nearly ending (at least it's not just us) and them battling Lucifer in a cemetery in Kansas (Lucifer!) (in Kansas! Why?!) (explains Mitchell)
Her brothers didn't make it, that's all she's saying but there's definitely more to it, I'm working on it, and their Dad died a few years ago. I'm coming back, and she's coming with me. I figure her slight edge of madness will help her fit right in with the rest of us, and her ATA is nearly as strong as Sheppard's, which will seriously cut down on the your light switch duty Colonel.
Send me any requests of stuff you want from Earth and I'll do my best, we'll be there in two weeks….and don't touch anything! (Sheppard, this means you)
Rodney.
p.s. no hitting on my sister (Sheppard, this means you)
Major Lorne snorted and put his tablet down, grinning at the other two. They rolled their eyes at him.
"Why do you never get bitched at in his emails?"
"Because I'm awesome"
"And what does he mean by that 'explains Mitchell'?" Cam raised a brow. "And you're not awesome, just sneakier. Especially when John's about as subtle as a brick in the face"
"Hey!" Sheppard folded his arms across his chest. "And I don't touch stuff, or hit on everyone"
"Um, yeah you do" Evan smirked at him. "To both"
"Bite me"
"No thank you Sir" He tapped the table thoughtfully. "Monsters huh?"
"Apparently" Cam sighed. "Think this is a good idea? Her coming here?"
"Why not, we adopt all the other crazies, and someone else with a strong ATA will be handy" John grinned at him. "Anyway, if McKay's warning me off already she must be hot. Ow!" He glared at his 2IC and rubbed his chest where the stapler had hit. "Uncalled for"
"McKay'll do worse" Evan smiled at him. "And it sounds like she'll be more than a match for you, you'd probably end up with a black eye or something"
John flipped him off as Cam huffed a laugh. "McKay usually knows what he's doing, in a weird roundabout way. Lets just get our genius back, let him help get her back on track and go from there. There's plenty of other work on the city if she's not capable of going off-world"
Evan nodded. "I'll get her quarters assigned next to McKay's, he took one of the family ones when we opened up that sector but I expect he's using the second bedroom to build a doomsday machine or something"
Two months later.
Colonel Cameron Mitchell sat at the end of the briefing table and looked at the people in front of him, the same desperation and grief that he felt reflected back in their gazes. It had been six weeks since they'd tried to dial Earth for SG-1's scheduled return after their, supposedly brief, visit to check the archives, and found they couldn't lock in the final symbol. They'd tried everyday for the first month, until Zalenka had warned them it was draining their power, and then they'd cut it down to twice a week.
On the day that the Daedalus was due to return they'd gathered in his office, watching the empty sky, listening to the deafening silence of the radio. Now they had no choice to but to believe that Earth was gone, or at least under such serious attack that there hadn't even been time to dial Atlantis, warn them, request help. He sighed quietly, at times like this he hated being in charge, hated having to be the one to say the very thing no one wanted to hear out loud.
"We need to cut down on the dial-ins to Earth" He raised a hand as both Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard and Colonel Carter opened their mouths. "I know, it sucks" He'd definitely been spending far too much time with John. "But it's still a drain on our ZPM's, and while I accept we had no other choice but to focus on trying to regain contact with Earth, we are also severely behind on working on recharging them, and finding more"
"We still keep Midway open, keeping a strict monitor on it for any activity, and we still dial in, once a month. But we need to seriously consider the implications of being out here on our own. Shep, you and I both know how tough it can be out here on your own and we have to concentrate on keeping supplies coming in, trade negotiations open and working towards a continuous supply of power"
Carter nodded. "Mitchell's right. As much at it hurts me to say it we can't keep going like this, there are people here, members of the SGC that we still owe a huge debt. I shall move back into the labs for now, work with Dr Zalenka's team on the ZPM's and the city's database. Daniel can also join me" She lay a hand on Vala's arm. "We'll join you off-world if you need us Val but I have a feeling it's going to be mostly trade for you for a while and that's your specialty. I'm sure Colonel Sheppard can find some people to join you and Teal'c"
She nodded. "Sure Sam. I'm sorry…"
Mitchell watched her. He knew she wasn't originally from Earth, and apparently was an ex-Goa'uld host, but she seemed as upset as her team mates. As did the Jaffa.
"We shall do all we can to help you in Pegasus" Teal'c dipped his head in Sheppard's direction.
"Yeah, thanks big guy" John offered a quick smile.
Cam cleared his throat. "I know this isn't what any of us saw coming, and it's going to be tough for a long time but we need to keep going out here, maybe eventually find a way back, or be ready to help them if they manage to make contact. Please take some time, a couple of days to rest, try to find some peace, some comfort" He nodded. "Thank you, for everything you've all done"
Evan went for a run, a really long one, that made his lungs burn and his muscles scream. Then he spent an hour having his arse thrown to the mat by Ronan until the Satedan told him that was enough. Now he was sat on a tucked away balcony, looking out over the ocean, and wishing he could get drunk and not have to worry about being invaded and needing to be able to shoot straight.
He kept telling himself that he'd done everything he could to make sure they had the best chance of survival under any situation but it didn't make the sick feeling go away, it didn't even make it feel a tiny bit better. Evan drew a shaky breath and shivered slightly as the night air began to cool his sweat covered sparring gear. He started as a shadow appeared to his left.
"Just me" His CO shuffled his feet "Do you mind, just for a minute?"
He wanted to be alone but the man had people back on Earth too and he wasn't that much of a bastard. "Of course Sir" He shifted to the right slightly and John dropped down next to him.
John sighed. "I'm uh, sorry.."
"Sir.."
"Please drop the Sir Ev" He sighed again. "I know it took me a while to uh, you know, get used to the idea but I know how much.." John trailed off and cleared his throat. "Shit"
Evan snorted in spite of himself. "You suck Sir"
"Bite me"
"No thank you"
His CO glared at him. "Quit it. Look I just wanted to say, if you need some time off or something it's fine. I understand"
"Not needed John"
"Evan.."
"I'm fine. Just because we can't dial in doesn't mean everything's gone"
"Um, no. Right"
Evan rolled his eyes. "Um, but there is something you can do for me"
"Sure, name it"
"A hug?"
"Fuck off Major"
Evan grinned at him in the darkness. John flipped him off.
Meanwhile back on Earth.
They eyed the graffiti'd condo, door swinging open in the breeze.
"I should have come earlier, I…"
Olivia squeezed her shoulder. "We got here as quickly as we could Rodney. Come on, lets take a look huh?"
Nodding he followed her wearily up the steps. Stepping inside he took in the upturned furniture and emptied cupboards, a child's pictures were scattered over the floor, torn and muddied as boots had mindlessly walked over them. He picked up a frame, shaking the broken glass free and pulling out the photo of a smiling woman and a little girl with hair just like Olivia's. He looked at the photo then back at his sister.
She raised a brow. "What?"
Rodney shook his head. "Just can't believe I didn't see it before"
She rolled her eyes. "What?!" Her head snapped round as a small sound came from an unopened door, the only unopened door. Rodney raised his brows at her. Placing her finger against her lips Olivia raised the Beretta she'd stolen off an unfortunate no longer living security guard and padded over to the door, nodding at Rodney to be ready. She reached forward and silently swung the door open, lowering her weapon and standing back, crooking her finger to him. Frowning slightly he stepped forward and peered into the small storage cupboard. Eyes the colour of the Lantean ocean looked back up at him.
Rodney swallowed and dropped into a crouch. "Hey Maddie, I'm Uncle Rodney, do you remember me?" He tried out a small smile, the little girl blinked at him. "Um, this is your Auntie Olivia, you know where your Mom is?"
There was a small shake of the head.
"Right, shit"
"Rodney!" Olivia rolled her eyes.
'Oh right, shit..oh no, um" Rodney clenched his fists. "Oh sugar"
Olivia huffed a quiet laugh.
He glared at her then turned back to the rather dirty, and very thin, little girl still stood in the cupboard. "We need to leave honey but we'll keep looking for your Mom ok?" He sighed as she made no move to leave her hiding place. "We really…"
A hand rested on his arm and tugged gently to get him to move. Olivia stepped forward smiling and held out her hand. "Pleased to finally meet you Maddie. Actually I'm your half-Auntie, and you know I always thought I looked more like the Winchester side but you're real pretty. Guess there's a little beautiful in the McKay genes too huh?"
Maddie stayed silent. Olivia chewed on her lip then gently took her hand, lightly tugging her over to a cracked mirror in the lounge. She lifted her up and pointed at the glass with her free hand. "See? We have the same eyes and hair" They studied each other in the glass for a minute then Maddie silently nodded, wrapping her arms around Olivia's neck.
Rodney met her gaze in the mirror and smiled. "Let's go ladies. We need to find somewhere that at least one of you can have a good wash and some chocolate cake"
Rodney looked around him and sighed. "Are you going to tell me why we've spent the best part of a week getting to a cemetery in Kansas? The same one you had your meltdown in by the way?"
Olivia stuck her tongue out. "I believe the polite term for it is 'episode' and we're here to get my brothers back. Times running out"
"Um" He shuffled his feet. "Aren't they uh, dead?"
She shook her head. "No, well not technically"
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Would you care to enlighten me?"
"Of course" She stopped over a patch of grass that looked like all the other patches of grass and began to draw a complex pattern on the ground with the can of spray paint they'd grabbed on their last supply run into yet another deserted store. "Decades before they were born my brother's fates were already decided. They were destined to fight each other until one was ultimately victorious, one of them on the side of heaven, one on the side of hell. Dean was the true vessel of the Archangel Michael, Sam of Lucifer, the fallen Angel who ruled over hell. My brothers were born in Lawrence Kansas, and their entire lives were played around with by both sides, to eventually lead them back here for the final confrontation. Because it has to end where it all started"
Her eyes flickered for a moment to somewhere that wasn't here then she blinked, and smiled again. "They didn't die that day, just got stuck somewhere. And they're still there, possessed by a crazy archangel, and the devil, their physical bodies still fighting whilst their souls are tortured in hell. I can't leave them there any longer, every month on Earth is ten years in hell, and if I wait they won't be worth bringing back at all" She tilted her head. "I am what you'd call a uh, curve ball? My birth was never prophesied which means my influence on the outcome of this war is unknown, unpredictable. I have already changed the prophecy, the world didn't end, neither side was victorious. And their leaders are stuck fighting each other for eternity in a place they can't escape from"
Rodney dragged a hand over his face. "Liv this all sounds a little.." He waved a hand. "…even for you. You're saying it's not just monsters that are real? God, and the devil, angels, all that stuff too?"
She nodded. "Yes"
"And how do you plan on getting your brothers back? Didn't you just say that even Michael and Lucifer aren't powerful enough to escape?"
Olivia nodded again. "There are only two people who can get them out, and God's still AWOL so I'm gonna call in my favour with the other"
Rodney pinched the bridge of his nose. "And that would be?"
"Death"
"Death?"
"Uh huh"
He glared at her. "Seriously, you know Death?"
"Yep, he's not so bad really"
"You're insane!"
"It helps when fighting monsters"
"Death is real?"
"Uh huh"
"As in tall bony guy with a scythe?"
Olivia grinned at him. "Death isn't a skeleton, although he is a little on the thin side, and he does have a scythe"
"Right great, hang on. You're bringing Death here?" Rodney tried not to panic too much and pointed to the symbol she'd drawn. "Here?!"
"Relax Rodney it's fine"
"Shit, you brought your niece to come meet Death, great parenting skills" He watched her pull a small package from her pocket.
"Rodney, it is going to be fine. And don't swear" Olivia rolled her eyes at Maddie and got a quiet giggle in return.
He huffed at his sister, trying not to curse, he did it more than he realised. "I know I'm not working with all the information available but I'm pretty sure you can't just call Death up and tell him he owes you one"
"Actually, you can. If you have the right number"
"Oh God"
"No, I just said he's not available"
"You know God too I suppose?"
"Don't be silly Rodney, of course I don't"
He just gaped wordlessly at her and she smiled serenely back. "I summon Death, bind him to me, order him to retrieve my brother's bodies and souls, put up a few walls to block out the horrifying memories of hell and then I release him"
"That sounds, well it just sounds ridiculous, and highly dangerous" Rodney frowned at his sister. "Being bound to Death does not sound like its good for your health"
"He won't take me Rodney, it's not my time, and he's a stickler for details like that" She shrugged and began to unwrap the parcel. "He may be a little annoyed but there's nothing he can do about it"
"You're purposefully piss..making Death angry?"
"Kind of"
"Isn't there someone else who can do this for you? Hey, maybe we could kidnap an Ori soldier and make them do it?
Olivia snorted "No. I know what I'm doing, and only I can do this. I was the one he gave his ring to, I'm the only one that can return it" She held it up, letting the silver catch the sunlight.
Rodney frowned. "Isn't that one of the rings you were holding when they found you?"
"Um hmm. The four horsemen of the apocalypse, they each wore a ring and when they were joined they opened up the cage that could hold Lucifer prisoner. We went through a lot to get three of those rings, lost a lot of people. But Death gave his willingly, Lucifer had him bound to him so he could control him, bring about the mass deaths needed to kick-start the apocalypse. He was not impressed, gave me his ring as long as I agreed to free him"
"Um, isn't that supposed to be in the mountain?"
"I may have snuck down to the store rooms before we left"
"Liv.."
"And got a copy made, you know before we were invaded by the creepy aliens"
Rodney frowned. "Did you..I mean did you ever need me? Were you going to..?"
She smiled at him. "Of course Rodney, and yes I was going to come with you. I like you, and I'm very grateful for everything"
Rodney rubbed his temples briefly. "Right, fine. Um, so when you say you were meant to free Death.."
"I never gave him an actual time frame. So technically the deal has yet to be completed"
"You broke a deal with Death?"
She shrugged. "I repeat, not technically"
"I'm getting a bad feeling about this Liv" Rodney raised a brow.
She waved a hand. "It'll be fine. This is my world, my work. I know what I'm doing"
"I hate it when people say that" Rodney sighed. "Right, fine. Do I need to go take Maddie and hide behind a tree or something?"
Olivia grinned at him. "Won't make any difference but feel free if it makes you feel better. He wont take you until its your time"
"How reassuring"
Two weeks later.
Olivia geared up and sighed quietly. She had no idea if Death had fulfilled his part of the deal, there'd been no sign of her brothers, and less than twenty-four hours after she'd performed the ritual and he'd disappeared she'd been beamed up from Lawrence and onto the Daedalus. The Ori were kicking Earth's arse, and it was time to gather up everyone they could and get the hell outta dodge.
The ultimate plan was to go to Atlantis but they would spend the next few weeks picking up survivors and going on supply runs. She was two brothers and one ring down, totally out of options, and Rodney was busy making sure both ships were hyperspace worthy. At least she'd been nearly immediately recruited for a team, much to her brother's disgust who had eyed her new CO and told him exactly what would happen if she was to ever return missing anything, important or not. But she was getting to help people and shoot stuff, which was pretty much what she'd been trained for her whole life.
"Holy fucking shit!" Dean rolled out the way of whatever the hell it was the creepy pale dude was shooting at him and stayed low, looking for his brother. "Sam! Sammy!"
"Right here Dean"
He whirled. "Shit Sam! How are you so freaking quiet, you're like a giant"
Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm not quiet, you're just really noisy"
He flipped him off. "What we got left?"
"Uh, twelve Molotov's, three shotgun rounds and one full clip for the Beretta"
"Fuck"
Sam grinned. "So, what do we do now?"
Dean peered round the corner of the alley. Whoever these fuckers were they seemed to have some sort of protection spell going on, and they appeared to be telekinetic, and don't even get him started on the staffs that shot blue light out of them. He looked back at his little brother and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy?"
"We can't go anywhere else"
"I know"
He nodded. "So?"
"Me first"
"No"
He glared at Sam. "Yes"
"No Dean, together" He smiled sadly at him. "So?"
He swallowed. Whatever had pulled them out of hell was obviously having a big old laugh at their expense because they'd come back to find their world overrun with things that were creepy even for the Winchester's, and no sign of their sister. "Yeah, ok" Dean looked at Sam who nodded again. "Right, shit. Molotov's first, then we just keep firing until there's nothing left. Then we try to run away"
"Awesome plan Dean"
"Gee, thanks Sam"
Five minutes later he pushed himself off the floor and groaned quietly. "I'm getting too old for this shit"
"Good job you have a younger kick arse sibling then" Sam grinned at him from his position on the floor.
Dean frowned as a soldier offered Sam a hand and helped him up. "Thanks for the assist, where'd you guys come from anyway?"
The man grinned at him. "Major Thomas Mitchell, pleased to be of assistance.." He looked around and pointed up, winking.
"Uh.." Dean looked up at an empty sky then scowled at the man. "Dude, if you're an Angel I'm shooting you right now"
For the first time the man actually looked unbalanced for a second, but then his grin was back in place. "Not quite. Wanna join my team?"
"Uh, what?"
General O'Neill held his hands up and inwardly cursed. He just couldn't bring himself to stay on the ship, and now he'd gotten his arse captured. Mitchell was never gonna let him live this down, if he lived at all. The Prior smiled. "General O'Neill, I shall be greatly rewarded for destroying one who so vehemently opposes our Orici"
"Your Orici is a crazy bitch"
"I do not know what this means"
"Great, I can't even insult you properly before you kill me" He eyed his fallen gun.
"You shall not be quick enough General" The staff rose.
"All those years going through the gate and you fuckers finally do me in? I'm gonna haunt your sorry arses"
He flinched slightly as the gunshots rang out then cracked open an eye. "Huh, blue blood, interesting"
There was a snort of laughter. "You're welcome flyboy"
"I'll have you know I haven't been a flyboy for a very long time" Jack looked at his rescuer and sighed. "Great, any chance you could not tell Mitchell you saved my arse?"
"What part would you like me to tell him I saved?" She grinned at him.
"Uh, none of them"
She raised a brow.
He looked around. "Where the hell is your team? And how many times does Mitchell have to bollock you for wandering off alone?"
"Hey, saved your arse didn't I..Sir"
"Cut it out"
Another grin. "Nope" Olivia waved her gun around. "They're somewhere, probably getting their arse's handed to them, again"
"Right, great" He reached for his fallen radio. "Mitchell?"
"Sir, where are you? You ok?"
"I'm good, Miss Winchester and I are just hanging out by the uh.." He looked up. "…Dunkin' Donuts"
"Cool, they got any left?"
He rolled his eyes. "There's a few sprinkles left on the floor, want me to sweep them up for you?"
Olivia smirked at him.
A snort came down the radio. "I'll leave it Sir, thanks anyway. We'll be with you in two minutes"
"Ok Mitchell" He sighed and tapped his earpiece again. "Stop smirking Liv"
She grinned and opened her mouth to reply when Mitchell strolled round the corner. Jack frowned as she made a little strangled noise in the back of her throat and turned to see two other men with his team. The taller one grabbed the other's arm. "Dean" The name was almost a whisper but it was enough for the other man to follow his gaze where it rested on Major Mitchell's newest recruit.
"Liv?!"
Twenty-four hours later.
"M'am?"
Olivia looked up at Major Mitchell. "Will you please not call me that? I am way too young be a M'am"
"Yeah I'd noticed" He grinned at her and gestured to the other chair that was pulled up in front of the window. "Do you mind?"
"No, course not" She stretched her legs out and propped her feet on the ledge, eyeing the inky blackness the other side of the glass.
"Thought you'd be with your brothers?"
"We're kinda used to us all disappearing, turning up again but.." She chewed her lip. "..I didn't think it would happen this time"
"I'm pretty sure that should mean you have your happy face on?" He raised a brow. "Not your angst face"
"I do not have angst face"
"Uh huh" He grinned at her. "I get it, you've moved out of the 'I'm so glad you're alive' stage and are now in the 'I remember how fucking annoying you are' stage"
Olivia stuck her tongue out. "I feel a little bad that they're already pissing me off"
"Don't, they're your brother's. It's a requirement, believe me I know"
"You have a brother?"
"Yeah, hoping to find him safe in Atlantis"
"Oh" She furrowed her brow. "Um Mitchell, Mitchell. Oh, your brother's the Commander right? He who must be obeyed, like O'Neill?"
Tom snorted. "Yeah, that's Cameron. Always annoyingly getting promoted"
"Hmm, must suck to be a Major when your brother's a Full Bird"
He flipped her off. "Anyway, despite that little irritation he is my brother, just hoping he's still alive and kicking out there. He's pretty hard to kill, I think a few things have had a good go over the years"
Olivia grinned. "Sounds like we'll have something in common. Is he hot too?"
"No seducing my brother"
"Why not?"
"I found you first" He grinned at her.
Olivia rolled her eyes.
Olivia sucked hard around his head before releasing and flooding her mouth with saliva, slipping back down his length until he tapped the back of her throat. She heard a muttered 'holy shit' above her. Fighting the urge to grin so she didn't lose the heat and moistness she was currently surrounding his dick with, she tilted her head and let him slip down her throat. He was so very close and she didn't want him to have to work for it, this was her gift, her offer of a few moments of being able to forget.
She swallowed, twice. His fingers tried to grip the smooth wall behind him and he swelled in her mouth even more. "Fuck" His breaths were ragged. "Again, please" She obliged and there was a long quiet moan as his hips gently thrust forward and he came down her throat. Letting him regather his thoughts in silence she used gentle swirls of her tongue to clean him as best she could and then pulled his boxers and pants up, tucking him back in, fastening his fly.
He blinked at her in the semi-darkness. "Jesus"
"Welcome"
He rolled his eyes and ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Still want to be on my team?"
"Yep" Olivia smiled.
"Good" Tom shifted slightly on his feet. "I'm not usually that uh…"
"Quick?"
"Hey!" He sighed. "Uh, yes, I mean no, not usually"
"I always take it as a compliment, especially the first time round" She grinned at him and rocked back on her heels before turning towards the door of the store cupboard. "You taste nice, feel free to swing by anytime"
Major Tom Mitchell gaped at the door that had shut behind her then shook his head and grinned to himself. He remembered starting to ramble on about his family, how he had found the small farm deserted, the house raided and covered in graffiti. There'd been no sign of them but he'd found a few shells from his Father's old shotgun on the floor. He'd like to think that maybe they had converted, could be saved but he couldn't imagine his parents doing that really.
Then there had been pulling and shoving, darkness, then his pants and boxers had been yanked down and then there had been nothing but warm wet suction. Grinning again he stepped out of the cupboard. The unspoken agreement that this could be repeated but it was nothing more suited him just fine. Olivia Winchester was proving to be an excellent team member, and with her equally kick arse brothers agreeing to join him it would leave him only lacking a genius, and until then Tom was no slouch in the brains department despite the impression he liked to give, and neither were any of the Winchester's. Strolling back in the direction of his quarters he shoved his hands in his pockets, whistling quietly. She'd cleaned him up pretty good but a shower was still necessary unless he wanted to be uncomfortably stuck to his boxers for the rest of the day.
One week later.
Major Mitchell eyed the man who he was currently stuck in some kind of Mexican stand-off with. They'd each rounded the corner of the building from different directions, both raising their weapons at the same time. He shifted slightly. "Well, um, this is..awkward"
The other man rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort.
"Aiden!"
The guy grinned but kept a steady aim at Mitchell's head. "Hello sweetheart, was wondering when I'd run into you"
Miss Winchester came and stood next to them. "You sound very sure of that happening?"
"Please, you're like a freaking cat, what is this? Life number three?"
"Four actually" She raised a brow. "If you shoot my illustrious leader I'll have to kick your arse"
Mitchell sighed. "Liv.."
"You know you're all about the guns you military boys. Didn't you ever just consider introducing yourselves?" She was definitely smirking now. "Major Thomas Mitchell USAF, Leader of DR-1, meet Captain Aiden Ford, United States Marine and Leader of SG-17 "
"Ah"
"Huh"
They lowered their weapons.
"So, um, you know Liv huh?"
"Oh yeah, we go back" Ford grinned at her.
Olivia rolled her eyes and went off in hunt of her brothers. Well, really.
Three weeks later.
Dr Angela Spencer swore quietly and tried to bury herself in the wall as the Prior glided closer. Oh yeah, she knew what they were, and exactly why they were here, but none of that knowledge was currently helping her situation. On vacation from the mountain she hadn't even had a radio on her when the attack had come, and she was still only alive because she had decided trying to engage them on her own with no weapons was a really fucking stupid idea.
Raising her brows in surprise she strained her eyes, trying to work out what had the Prior changing direction so suddenly. She swallowed, there was a young woman struggling between two men as they held her in front of the Prior. Another who had refused to convert, and she'd be ash if Angie didn't do something. Shit, shit. Looking around her she made a quick mental list of her available assets. Two discarded beer bottles and a smelly dumpster that was overflowing with…well stuff she really didn't want to rifle through. Casting her gaze upwards she blinked at the faded writing on the wall she was pressed against. Angie grinned.
Trying the back door she found it unlocked, she swallowed and tried to convince herself this was a good thing. Stepping quietly inside she closed her nostrils to the stink of death and made her way through the police station. Spotting a gun laying in the open palm of someone who was definitely no longer gonna need it she ignored the fact it was covered in its previous owners insides and picked it up, wiping it on her shirt tails.
She exhaled quietly. She'd had training, she could do this. Padding back out through the door and using the building as cover Angie peered around the corner, the woman was loudly cursing them out now and the Prior was beginning to raise its staff. Bringing her gun up she focused on the hours spent on the firing range, a necessity if she was to join a team as she wanted, hearing the instructions given to her and pulled the trigger.
Two minutes later she was dragging the other woman off the street and into an alley. A little puff of air was forced from her lungs and she staggered back as she ran into something hard. She raised the gun again.
"Hey! No shooting, I'm a good guy"
She blinked at the grinning man, taking in the Beretta that was gripped loosely between two fingers as he held his hands up. "Drop the gun"
"No way. You first"
"Yeah, I'm not a complete idiot. Throw it and we'll just be on our way"
"Now look lady.."
"Lady!"
"Spencer?"
She swallowed and looked past the man she was currently threatening with her, now probably out of ammo, gun to see that it was actually him. She gaped a little. "General?"
"You know the crazy woman?"
"Hey!"
General O'Neill snorted. "Yeah, Doc meet Dean Winchester, you'll get used to him"
"Hey!"
He peered at her. "You ok?"
"Oh yeah, just wonderful"
"Um" The woman behind her cleared her throat. "Just what the hell is happening, and who are you people?"
Dean raised a brow. "I believe we're saving you?"
She snorted. "She saved me" She pointed at Angie. "You just appear to be getting in the way"
Angie grinned at her. "I work with the General, he tends to pick up strays"
"I think we're both offended Spencer" O'Neill grinned at her again. "Anything left over there?"
"Nope"
"Very impressive"
"Yeah, I rock. Please tell me there's a shower and clean clothes near in my future?"
"Sure Doc, just explain everything to your new friend yeah? Confidentiality has kinda gone out the window" He tapped his radio. "Hermoid, please transport the two life signs that are with me, Winchester and I are gonna do a quick sweep"
The other woman sighed. "Why do I get the feeling this is gonna suck?"
Angie smirked back at O'Neill as the white light engulfed her. She was so taking an hour long shower.
A few moments later Dean poked the dead Prior with his foot. "Wow, she's a good shot"
"She was training to get a place on a gate team"
"Huh" He pursed his lips in thought. "Mitchell keeps bitching about the lack of a genius.."
"Well tell him to get in quick" O'Neill winked at him. "They're highly sought after you know?"
"Hi, do you mind?"
Lyss looked up at a disgustingly pretty blonde who was smiling down at her, gesturing to the chair opposite. She sighed. "Yeah, sure, just mess your hair up or something will you?"
The other woman snorted and sat down. "Thanks. I'm Liv, heard you arrived today along with Dr Spencer"
"Yeah, she's abandoned me to hang out with her new friend"
"Ah, Major Mitchell, my esteemed leader?"
"Yeah"
"He's trying to recruit her, she's probably already naked and in his bed"
Lyss was glad she'd already finished her coffee. "Jesus, get straight to the point don't you?"
"Yep, I blame my brothers"
"Are they as pretty as you?"
Olivia grinned. "Yeah. You already met Dean"
"Oh right. Hot but annoying"
"Yep that's him. But Sammy's your best bet, and he's a bit more gentlemanly"
Lyss grinned at her. "Will you be my new best friend?"
"Sure, what happened to your last one?"
"She's currently worshipping some creepy alien race"
"Ah, sorry"
"Yeah me too" She sighed again. "At least she's still alive I guess, maybe one day…"
"Hmm, think a lot of people are saying that" Olivia played with her napkin. "Anyone else you wanna come back for?"
Lyss shook her head. "Parents are gone, fiancée not sure about, but he was screwing his secretary so karma and all that.."
Liv snorted.
"…and I'm an only child so that's about it"
"Wish I was an only child"
"No you don't"
"I do when Dean keeps cockblocking me"
"I love you"
"Wanna make out?"
"Euw, no women sorry"
Olivia smirked at her. "But you love me"
"In a slightly hero worshippy way. Heard you saved O'Neill"
"That's a little creepy, and yeah. He's gonna be pissed the rumour got out already though" She took a gulp of coffee. "But I'm interested in the position of friend if it's still open? And don't worry, I prefer men"
"Prefer?"
"Gotta try everything once, or a few times, you know just to make sure"
"I'll try to remember. So what do you do to stop from going insane here anyway?"
"Well, sometimes Mitchell takes me out so I can shoot stuff" Olivia grinned. "But there's loads of work needs doing, I'm also in the infirmary doing the minor stitch ups, gotten a lot of practice with my brother's getting their arses handed to them on a regular basis, and sometimes I help out in engineering. Not exactly knowledgable on the alien tech but I can fix cars, it can be surprisingly similar work"
"Right" Lyss chewed her lip. "Don't really like blood, and I have never fired a gun, nor can I fix cars. Bollocks"
Olivia eyed her. "How about I train you?"
"What?"
"You know, firearms, hand to hand. You stood up to the Ori, were prepared to die rather than convert. That takes a lot of courage and if you've got that you're halfway to being a kick arse soldier"
"Really?"
"Really. And we'll make a list of everything you can do, gotta be something that'll help here"
General O'Neill looked up as Olivia Winchester slipped into his makeshift office, dragging a young woman behind her. "Not now Liv, I have shitloads of paperwork"
"There should no longer be paperwork"
"And yet there is"
She nodded. "That's what I came about actually"
"Get to the point Winchester"
"This is Alyssa Dixon, she prefers Lyss"
"And?"
"And she was PA to the three CEO's of Harriman's"
"Um.."
"So you know, she can type, take dictation, file, field annoying phone calls, or in this case radio calls and unwanted visitors, and she is really, really smart"
"You found me a PA?"
"Yep"
"Huh" He tipped back in his chair. "Does she speak?"
"Hey!"
"Ah I see she does"
"Cool, well I'll be off" Olivia grinned and stopped in the doorway, turning back to face him. "But she won't be available from 1800-2000 everyday"
"Excuse me?"
"That's when she has her training"
"Get out"
"Yes Sir"
"And stop fucking saluting, and calling me Sir!..And find me some brownies!" He eyed the woman left in his office. "That last bit was meant for you"
She opened her mouth then snapped it shut again. Blinking at him for a few seconds his new PA started to grin. "Of course Sir" Ripping off a salute she fled his office before he could yell again.
"Bloody women, bloody civilians" Making sure no one was around Jack allowed himself a quick grin. They should have widened their recruitment parameters years ago. He kinda loved these people.
"Heard you found O'Neill a PA"
"Um hmm, another favour owed to me" He chuckled, puffs of air moistening her already slick skin. Teeth gently scraped the sensitive juncture between her thigh and her sex and she felt herself twitch. Soft kisses were placed around her pubic bone. "Stop teasing"
"Demanding aren't you?"
"Get on with it or I'll go pay Lieutenant Hawkes a visit"
He raised his head and a brow. "Is that so?"
Olivia smiled down at him. "He keeps staring at my arse"
Tom rolled his eyes. "Whore"
"Me or him?"
He frowned. "Him. You are not a whore"
"I like sex"
"Everyone likes sex, and you're careful about who you have it with, thus making you non-whoreish"
"Thus?"
He glared at her. "Do you want this orgasm or not?"
"Pretty sure of yourself aren't you?"
"Please, I'm awesome"
Olivia raised a brow. "Prove it"
A quick grin. "Yes M'am"
She rolled her eyes back at him before her head hit the pillow as his tongue finally made contact with her folds, circling her clit then sucking gently. He hummed quietly against her then dipped down and inside, chasing her taste and swirling over her nerve endings. Olivia felt her hips give another twitch as her muscles pulsed calling out for something to grip onto. He relented at her soft grumble and slid two fingers inside her whilst his thumb slipped between her arse and began to gently tease at her entrance.
Two weeks later.
Olivia eyed the man who was currently talking half a mile a minute and threatening to burst her eardrums with the steadily rising pitch of his voice. She sighed quietly, her brother was lucky he'd been blessed with good looks and a snarky wit, they tempered his other annoying qualities. She was beginning to understand why other's found him difficult to work with. They'd beamed over to the Odyssey after they'd reported a malfunction with their hyperdrive. Apparently they were there because sabotage had been suspected, and Colonel Caldwell preferred for them to get shot whilst standing guard over the techs and engineers and not any of his own crew. Liv was pretty sure O'Neill had a hand in it too, the saboteur could be further up the chain of command than Caldwell was admitting to.
Hot breath ghosted over her ear. "You can't shoot him"
She pouted up at Major Mitchell. "Why not?"
"Because he's a genius and they're in short supply at the moment. And he's your brother"
"Half-brother" She grinned. "And what about our genius? She's much less shouty, at least when she's working"
Mitchell glared at her. "Quit it. Dr McKay!"
"What?!" The other man glared over.
"Less talking, more fixing yeah?"
"Oh, I do beg your pardon. Do you know how screwed we are?! How fucked this is?" He pointed at the console behind him. "It could take days, and that's with the right parts"
"Do we have the right parts?"
"What do you think Mitchell?"
The Major rolled his eyes. "Great, and where can we get these parts?"
Rodney flipped him off then smirked. "The mountain"
"You're shitting me?"
"No Major, I am not"
"Awesome" Olivia rocked on her heels a little. "So, can we take some of the big guns then?"
"You're disturbingly violent"
"Thank you"
One hour later she was propped against the door of a storage room watching over Rodney whilst the others explored what was left of the complex. From what she'd seen of it before they'd left on their vacation it had certainly been an impressive base but now the Ori, who seemed to have buggered off much to her disappointment, had torn it apart. The gate had been destroyed and all of the rooms she'd seen had been trashed. She felt a little pang of pity for the people she'd joined forces with, their world had been ripped apart in a matter of hours and they'd lost a hell of a lot of people.
"So, they leave you anything useful?"
"Fucking bastards" His voice drifted out of the cupboard he was currently waist deep in.
"I'm sorry"
Rodney reappeared holding something. "Pardon?"
Olivia sighed. "I'm sorry, they really screwed you guys huh?"
He snorted. "Yeah, you could say that"
"Liv?"
"Yeah?"
"We've got a couple of crazies down here. One has given us the slip. Stay alert. Don't let McKay wander off. We're heading back to your position"
"Sure Mitch"
"Everything ok?" Her brother eyed her nervously.
"Got a worshipper running loose. No big"
"No big?"
"Yeah" She grinned at him. "Can you shoot straight?"
He rolled his eyes. "Yes"
"Really?"
"Well, most of the time"
"Great, just fucking great" The door was kicked in. "Shit!"
Rolling herself off Rodney Olivia grabbed the chair that was on its side and brought it down on the intruders head. He groaned and slid to the floor.
"Cool" He grinned at her. "Would have been more impressive if you'd punched him though"
"You're welcome" She glared at him. "And if there's stuff to hit them with other than my fists then I prefer to do it that way. Saves my nails"
The man on the floor tried to push himself up and she punched him in the face. "Damn it, see, you know how long it takes to get your nails all even?"
Sam skidded into the room.
"Sammy its a little tight in here as it is. Don't need you too"
He rolled his eyes and then looked down before grinning back up at her. "How's the manicure holding up?"
She flipped him off as Rodney huffed a laugh behind her.
"So Mitchell" O'Neill tipped back in his chair. "How much longer til the Odyssey is up and running?"
He fought the urge to sigh and scrub his hands over his face. It had been a long few months. "McKay reckons another day Sir..uh O'Neill. My team is taking the next watch, no sign of any saboteur but he's still insisting that the faults couldn't have occurred without a little uh, encouragement"
"Crap, was hoping to find the asshole before we headed out to Atlantis, which we also need to do soon. Only so long we can hide out before they finally find out our little secret location"
He slumped a little. "Yeah I know" Mitchell straightened his shoulders. "Uh, sorry Sir" He was ridiculously tired, even with his training and field experience he could feel it getting to him.
"Tom, go do your shift then rest up. We're not doing anymore runs to Earth now, and you'll need to be half functioning when we get on the move"
"Sir.."
"I mean it Major"
Tom gave a half-hearted smile. "Yeah ok, thank you Si…O'Neill. Maybe I will take a couple of hours, but can you please radio…"
O'Neill nodded. "If we need you we'll call Major"
Returning the nod he battled the instinct to salute and slipped out of the office, giving a small smile to the woman sat on the floor outside, surrounded with paper. "How's it going Lyss?"
"He sucks at paperwork" She grinned up at him. "But he shouts slightly less than my old boss"
"I can hear you! There's no fucking door!"
He offered a grin as she rolled her eyes and sauntered off down the corridor. If you were gonna be stuck on a spaceship for several months then you wanted General Jack O'Neill around, he was far more entertaining than Caldwell. And always made Tom feel like he was still slightly sane in comparison.
Two hours later.
Her brother's were posted outside the door and Mitchell was talking quietly into his radio, face turned to the corner of the room, standing away from them. Olivia sighed. That meant she was once again stuck with Rodney. She really was starting to love him but now he was back to the annoying high-pitched ranting and randomly snapped out order's, and insults. Thankfully he currently had his head buried in the broken console which was muffling his voice. She heard him ask for something, hand reaching out whilst his face stayed hidden.
The tech helping him picked up an object from the temporary work table and moved over to the console. And Olivia must be tired because it wasn't until the woman was nearly on top of her brother did she notice what was in her hands. Fighting the urge to cry out so she didn't warn his attacker of her intended actions Olivia leapt and tackled her to the ground, the gunshots ringing in her ears as she broke the other woman's wrist and wrenched away the weapon.
Mitchell whirled at the sound in time to see Olivia roll off the other woman and grip her arm, blood bubbling up through her fingers. "Shit, Liv?!"
Her other brother's were already only two steps from her, Dean dropping into a crouch and removing her hand from the wound. "Baby girl, you with us?" She murmured quietly as he peered at her arm. "Mitch?"
"Yeah, on it" He grabbed some wire ties to bind the tech's wrists together, ignoring her screams about her broken bone. "McKay, radio the med bay"
The scientist nodded dumbly and tapped his ear piece. "Dr McKay requesting a transfer to the med bay. Lock on to Olivia Winchesters signal. Looks like gun shot to the arm"
She disappeared in the white light, leaving Dean and Sam kneeling at an empty patch of floor, a small pool of blood between them. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Shit..I"
"S'ok Rodney" Dean stood. "Just doing her job"
"I should have.." Mitchell grimaced.
"None of us were looking"
He nodded and toed the women currently bound on the floor, writhing as best she could, tears from the pain rolling down her face. "Bitch"
"Get me to the fucking infirmary you bastard!"
"Yeah, I will" He looked down at her. "..eventually"
Stepping out his shower an hour later he rolled his neck and poured himself a coffee. Comfy sweats, a few pages of his book and then hopefully he could pass out for a bit. Sleep had been infuriatingly hard to achieve during the small breaks he gave himself. Shedding his towel and pulling out the oldest, most thinly worn sweatpants he could find Tom topped up his coffee and sat on the bed, resting his back against the wall and stretching his legs out. He ignored the slight shake in his hand and the image of the blood seeping through Olivia Winchester's clothes. His radio beeped. "Bollocks"
"Mitchell"
"Ah Major, hope I'm not interrupting anything?" How did the man manage to smirk down a radio? And what did he think Tom was doing?!
"Uh no Sir. What's wrong?"
"Don't panic Tom, everything still going to plan. Just to let you know you're Atlantis bound in twelve hours. Now, get back to whatever it was you were doing"
"Are you smirking Sir?"
"Maybe"
His radio went dead.
Twenty-two hours later.
Olivia looked out the window watching hyperspace speed by and chewed on her lip thoughtfully. They were finally on their way to Atlantis, where Rodney had friends and a pretty full on job from what she'd heard. But she had Dean and Sam back and a new chance at a different life, she just hoped they wold fit in alright. There were a lot of new people going to be turning up unannounced on Atlantis but Olivia, and her brothers, were a force to be reckoned with, like a tornado whirling through people's lives and leaving again as suddenly as they'd arrived, never having to deal with the consequences.
But out there they couldn't disappear, couldn't walk away, using their usual tricks to stay hidden. She had already begun to adjust to living like that with Rodney's help and he had assured her that the Lantean's were understanding and patient, and a little nuts themselves. She just hoped they had enough patience to deal with the Winchester's. Dean and Sam were also going to have to get used to her not being constantly with them, at their beck and call, under their watchful gaze. It wasn't needed anymore, hadn't been for a long time even before they were gone, but she'd allowed them to indulge because it made them feel better about taking her into battle.
Now Olivia was already finding it too much, too suffocating. Even Rodney had loosened the reins a little lately. She turned her options over in her head and stored a few away for later perusal once they reached the city.
"You know I always get nervous when you have that look on your face"
"What look?" She blinked innocently up at her brothers.
"That, 'I'm planning something that will probably get my brother's arrested or beaten up' look"
"Really? I have a look for that?"
Sam eyed her suspiciously. "Yes"
"Oh, damn"
Dean huffed a laugh. "Come on baby girl, you're supposed to be resting"
"Bored of resting"
"I don't care, you got shot yesterday"
"In the arm, and its more a graze.."
"Shut up"
"You're turning into Dad"
"Bite me"
Sam looked between them and rolled his eyes. "If Dean's tuning into Dad then you're turning into Dean"
"Awesome" Olivia grinned. "Who are you turning into?"
"A big girl"
"He's always been that"
Their brother scowled at them. "Weren't we ragging on Liv?"
"Oh yeah" Dean raised a brow. "Rest, now"
"Bossy"
"Now!" He smirked at her. "Or I'll call in reinforcements"
She narrowed her gaze.
"I'll get the kid here"
"You wouldn't?"
"Uh huh"
She huffed at the self-satisfied grins and stalked past them. Her niece seemed to have perfected the 'doe-eyed look through her lashes' thing even more so than Olivia, and her permanently sad eyes and too thin frame only added to the pulling of the heart-strings. At least Maddie had seemed to have decided that she liked O'Neill and now spent most of her time when her family were working sat on the floor of his office eating brownies and playing on a games console a marine had dug out for her. She allowed herself a quick grin. If Rodney thought she'd been a nightmare wait until he started trying to rein in one Maddie Miller.
Her door slid open and Olivia sat up as Dean dropped a sandwich on the bed along with a bottle of water and a brownie. She raised a brow.
"Yeah, got the General wrapped round your little finger"
"I am awesome" She smiled at her brother. "Thanks Dean"
"No worries baby girl" He sat on the bed beside her. "How you feeling? Really?"
Olivia sighed and picked at her blankets. "Tired, and my arm aches"
He nodded. "You're a stubborn bitch you know that?"
"Take after you"
He snorted. "Yeah, well Sammy's not exactly all compliant either"
She smiled and grabbed the brownie. "This needs coffee"
"No coffee til you've slept"
"Yes Dad"
"Quit it" He laid back on the bed horizontally, feet still on the floor. "You're sleeping with Mitchell?"
"Sometimes"
Dean ran a hand over his face. "I should punch him in the face"
"Idiot"
He turned his head and frowned at her. "Don't fall for him Livvie"
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid Dean. And I know how to pick what I want. It's nothing serious, don't want it to be either"
"Sammy's right, you are turning into me"
"Yeah, awesome isn't it?"
Her brother glared at her. "No, it's not" He went back to staring at the ceiling. "Always wanted better for you Livvie, and for Sam too, and when I got the chance I took you deeper into hunting instead"
"We would never have left you Dean"
"Yeah" Another rub of his face. "Forgive me?"
"Nothing to forgive" She poked him with her foot. "And stop being all weird and emotional it freaks me out"
He huffed a laugh.
Olivia shifted uncomfortably. "Anyway we should be thanking you, you took good care of us. Stood up to Dad for us. You died for me" She swallowed. "But now you're back and we all have teams and back-up and a vaguely safe place to stay with no crazy arse Angels or demons out looking for us. You can stop worrying all the time, find something for yourself"
"Would do it again"
"Please don't"
"You know, you coulda died saving your brother yesterday"
"Please, I knew it was totally going to hit me in the arm"
Dean snorted. "Anyway don't think I'm so suited to settling down"
"You will be, with the right person"
"Met a lot of person's"
"Man whore"
"Careful baby girl or I will go threaten your fuck buddy"
"You're mean" Olivia curled up into his side and yawned. "Love you Dean"
"Yeah, love you too baby girl"
Four days later.
Captain Aiden Ford nodded at the young woman sat at a very full desk almost hidden by the piles of paper and tapped lightly on the wall. "Come in!"
Stepping into his General's temporary office he offered a salute. "You wanted to see me Sir?"
General O'Neill waved a hand at him. "Drop the Sir Captain, and the saluting if you can do it without twitching"
Aiden grinned. "Ok S..uh O'Neill?"
The other man rolled his eyes. "That'll do Ford" He gestured to the other chair. "Please.."
"Thank you" He sat, making sure he kept his back straight. He wasn't sure how far the General's relaxed rules went.
"Now.." O'Neill dug out a piece of paper. "First of all I would like to offer my condolences for the loss of the rest of your team. I know it doesn't help much, but I'd rather not brush over their sacrifice. It was a brave act, and one that will not be forgotten"
Aiden swallowed. "Thank you Sir. I..I am very proud, and honoured to have led them. I also wish they were here for me to yell at for being so pig-headed"
O'Neill snorted. "Yeah, we all have those Captain" He looked serious. "I have asked everyone on board to put together the names of lost loved ones, those who are still missing, and those that were lost in the fight. We shall set up a MIA list that will be given to every team that are sent out on future Earth runs. For those that are lost I shall discuss coming up with a suitable memorial on Atlantis with Colonel Mitchell. We don't want what has happened to our home be forgotten, or those who defended it"
Aiden nodded. "An excellent idea O'Neill, and thank you"
His General smiled a little sadly at him then dropped his gaze back to the paper. "To be honest Aiden that was the exact reason I didn't push for you to form your own team as soon as you got here. But now we're on our way to the city you will need to make a decision. The teams formed on board, and the ones we managed to gather up from the mountain, will be named Daedalus Recon, as you know Major Mitchell heads up DR-1, now complete with the recruitment of Dr Spencer. I want to offer you the chance to form and lead DR-2. You are also welcome to wait and speak with Colonel Mitchell and Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard about joining a team out there"
He raised a brow. "I'm honoured Sir..uh sorry.."
O'Neill rolled his eyes.
"Um, I know I was very lucky to be leader of SG-17 when only holding the rank of Captain. It is humbling to be offered that opportunity again, and with a second-in-command team"
"You've earned it Aiden, and you may be a Captain but you're a bloody good one. However, there may still be some who will raise eyebrows, and middle fingers.."
He tried not to snort.
"So.." He rummaged around in his draw, muttering to himself. "Dixon!"
"Top right Sir!"
Aiden bit his lip to stop from grinning as his General pulled out a box.
"Ah hah!" He cleared his throat. "Right, sorry about that. Now, I'm sorry we're not able to offer you the whole pomp and circumstance that usually goes with this but I hope these will still mean everything they're supposed to, you've deserved them for a long time" As O'Neill clicked open the box and moved to stand in front of him Aiden stood also, blinking down at the shining gold oak leaves. The General allowed him a final salute as he stepped away from him after pinning on his new insignia. "Major Aiden Ford, I look forward to watching you kick arse"
"Thank you Sir, I won't let you down"
Olivia scanned the room from her position against the far wall and smiled slightly before taking a sip of her drink. The party had been rather impromptu, and no one seemed to be quite sure whose idea it had been, but she had thought it would be nice to celebrate Aiden's promotion. And the last few months had been tough. She liked to think she could pull this off on her own but she'd had to resort to calling on Jack's help for a few of the things needed, like alcohol, to complete her plans. The evening had now reached the point that every party does when people start to pair off and leave, or pass out, or sing drunkenly in a corner.
She'd been a little surprised to see Dr Spencer sneak out with a young Air Force officer a few moments ago, she'd been so sure that her and Tom would get together, but Olivia had shrugged it off. She knew full well one night was by no means an indication of where people would end up, and who with. Sam had been nowhere to be found for the past hour so she figured he'd either gotten lucky or, more likely, drunk too much too early and been forced to retreat back to his room. Dean was sprawled out over the couch talking to two marines who she vaguely remembered taking out a Prior on one of their joint runs with a spliced together rocket launcher. Well like does tend to find like at social gatherings. Rodney had brought Maddie for an hour or so, seemingly happy to duck out as soon as the language, and behaviour, reached a PG13 level. Olivia was pretty sure he had someone back on Atlantis, the man subtly brushed away any attention shown towards him.
"You know, if we suddenly get attacked or the ship breaks we are so screwed"
She looked up at the figure who had propped himself next to her. "I thought you couldn't get attacked in hyperspace"
"But you can break down" He grinned at her. "Then get attacked"
Olivia rolled her eyes. "You're not funny"
"Yeah I am"
"Are not"
"Am too"
"Shut up"
He snorted. "So Miss Winchester, I think we can safely say you throw a good party"
"Me?"
"Yes you" He dipped his mouth to her ear. "A nice thought Liv"
"I am not nice"
"Yeah you are"
"Am not"
"Are too"
She glared at him.
He smirked back down at her. "I'm off for a shower then bed, feel free to join"
Olivia flipped him off as he pushed himself off the wall and sauntered out the room. He was lucky he was hot, and she pitied the woman who he would eventually end up with.
"Hey"
"Miss Dixon"
The other woman waggled her brows and swirled her glass. "He's so pretty"
"What, Mitchell?"
"Yes" Lyss rolled her eyes. "And don't pretend you don't think so, or aren't having sex with him. Smug bitch"
Olivia stuck her tongue out. "If you're that bothered he's off for a shower, and probably wouldn't mind which one of us turned up"
The other woman wrinkled her nose. "Please, I don't think so. I can get my own sex thank you"
"Oh yeah, where from?"
"Not telling"
"Is it Jack?"
"Hey!"
"He's hot"
"And the same age as my Father, and my boss"
"Older men are more knowledgable, and authority figures, especially military ones, are delightfully.."
"Ok! No more talking about that, thank you" Lyss grinned at her and went to leave. "Enjoy your wrong sex"
"Enjoy the newly promoted Major"
Lyss glared at her. "How do you find this shit out?"
"I am awesome"
She flipped Olivia off. "Coffee in the morning?"
"Uh huh, 0900?"
Lyss pulled a face. "1000"
"Coward"
"You'll thank me in the morning"
Tom turned off his tuna can sized shower and sighed quietly. Olivia Winchester was the trickiest fuck buddy he'd ever met. He was pretty sure a drunken party ending with neither of them hooking up with anyone else should end in sex, with each other. He wrapped his towel loosely round his hips, cursing quietly as he smacked his elbow against the wall and stepped back into the, only marginally bigger, bedroom. He raised a brow.
She shrugged. "Didn't want to get my hair wet"
He rolled his eyes then slid his gaze over her. Olivia was propped on her side facing the bathroom door, strawberry blonde tumbling over her shoulder and curling onto his bed, smooth tanned skin stretched over full young breasts and toned muscle, those runs she insisted on going on did great things for her body, and legs. The only clothing left was a simple black thong and bra, but as he looked closer he could see her nipples peeking through the tiny slits in the satin. He licked his lips. "You know sometimes I am really tempted to keep you for myself"
"Never gonna happen"
He grinned at her. "Spoilsport"
"Are you just going to stand there and perv over me?"
"Maybe"
Olivia smiled up at him through her lashes. "It's not just my bra that's missing a bit"
He felt his dick twitch under the towel. "You don't play fair"
"Playing fair is boring"