The Three Legged Sex (Teyla/Michael)
Teyla: Where can I catch one of these infamous humans belonging to the three legged sex?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Stargate: Atlantis. Any other characters that are no cannon I will claim as either mine or the property of my partner in crime, Hoshi.
Hoshi had been browsing the internet looking for a romantic fic involving Michael and Teyla and to her great disappointment she found none that were stirring enough to be continued and came crawling to me for help. I agreed (after many cookies) to offer my meager brand of fan fic to her services and have been drafted to write the epic of Teyla and Michael.
Summary: What will Michael do when confronted with the repressed feelings for Teyla which are awakened by his human transformaions at the hands of the Atlantians.
-Angst with a fluffy twist (belive me that wasn't my intention… stupid cookies)
Michael closed his eyes and tapped into the wraith network. After having escaped from the Atlantians for the second time he was determined to hit them where it hurt. He understood the reason for their abuse of the drug that changed his kind into theirs, he understood the fear, but he didn't forgive the pain it caused him and his brethren. The network that connected the wraith allowed him to make plans and form strategy across the entire neurological network of his species. He had friends in high stations aboard the leading queen's hives who had been relaying him information about certain villages fighting back that had never before. Knowing what he knew and keeping it a secret from the rest of the hives, Michael had drawn the conclusion that the Atlantians were on the prowl again. Concentrating on his loyalist advisor he began the pain staking process of gathering information with out revealing his conclusions.
"What have you gotten for me this time", the informer asked straight away after the connection had been made.
"That my friend must wait until you tell me what I want to know", Michael shot back smirking slightly. It was a bonus that this wraith couldn't see him otherwise he would know he was being played.
"Very well, the most recent planet to rise up against her majesty is a small one on the outer edges of the solar system. They used to be pacifist farming villages but are now swarming with weapons that are capable of destroying the darts we kull in."
"Interesting," Michael stroked his chin, an annoying habit that he had picked up during his brief time as a human. "What do their weapons consist of?"
"Mostly bows and arrows for the drones we send down when the darts prove ineffective, but their main weapon is Ancient in design. It reminds me of the ancient outpost drones that used to attack us when that pesky race still existed."
"Do you have any intelligence on how they came to realize the power of these weapons?"
"No my Lord, we haven't been able to gather that information through our limited intelligence operations on the planet. The human loyalists haven't been able to delve far enough into their society to make a reliable source of information yet. Though there have been several mentions of strange individuals coming through the Ring of the Ancestors and inciting riots and attacks on our soldiers."
"Very well, you have been most useful to me. You will be rewarded well when we next meet. Until then friend."
"Yes my Lord…"
Michael broke the connection with reluctance. He wanted desperately to know the exact movements of the individual Atlantians but he knew that information like that would take months to gather and verify and he didn't have that time to wait. The game he played hiding his true intentions from the network took a toll on his body and after each encounter the hunger that as a wraith he continually felt grew. His crew of deserters and previously transformed had only managed to gather a small kulling of humans that were needed alive to keep the hive alive and none of them could fill properly. Michael had been hungry before when denied his basic instincts as a human, but the continual hunger of being half full constantly reminded him of his position and his hatred of the Atlantians who had forced this situation upon him.
Anger and the thrust for revenge boiled out through his pores as he thought about confronting the Atlantians once and for all. Revealing their position was only useful to him when no other options were left, which was a lucky stroke for them. If the entire fleet of hives in the galaxy had become aware of their presence the small outpost of semi-Ancients would have fallen with in a matter of the time it takes to make a hyperspace jump from one end of the galaxy to the other. No, Michael wanted the Atlantians to feel his wrath and he would 'protect' them as long as that took. Thinking about the Atlantians brought the memories of his transformation sharply to the surface and his anger intensified. They had no right to use members of his race, how ever evil they assumed them to be, as test subjects. They were no better than the ancients in that regard. But something continually plagued the fringes of Michaels mind, but try as he might he couldn't figure out what it was. The tenderness that slowly filled his thoughts centered around the realization that there was something positive about being human, emotions.
These thoughts quickly left him though as his first officer entered the bridge, "My Lord, we've come into orbit over the rebel planet. Your course of action Liege?"
"Remain in orbit; keep an eye on gate activity. I want to see and hear anybody who comes through that gate."
"Yes Liege. I shall set up a monitoring station that will feed directly into the ships holo projectors. You shall be able to see anything that happens at any time."
"Go from me, I want to plan in private."
"Yes Liege,"
Michael closed his eyes and listened until the room hummed with the absence of living presences. Opening his eyes and looking around at the comfortable machinery surrounding him he tapped into the central projector and displayed the image of the gate that had just been set up. As he watched the gate spun and lit up creating a vortex that spanned the galaxy. Watching to see the arrivals, Michael's heart froze in his chest as he recognized the team that haunted his dreams night after night and the one woman that could bring about the repressed feelings that he and many other previously transformed wraith fought with almost daily. She looked at the probe with out knowing it was there and he sighed, Teyla.
