Author: Cielito
Rating: K+
Category: Angst
Season: Atlantis Season Two+
Related Atlantis Episode(s): Michael, The Kindred 1 and 2
Featured Character(s): Michael, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan
Pairing(s): John/Teyla
Summary: I close my eyes; ashamed, ostracized, and abandoned
Comments: I started this ages ago, and it was about 100 words and I never did anything else with it. Last week, it was Mrs. B's Birthday and she loves Michael and I love John and Teyla and so I dusted this and I cleaned it up and thanks to my lovely Beta Loveconquers, I was able to get it done, late...but better late than never. Happy Birthday, Mrs. B...I hope you like it!
Reviews are greatly appreciated.
I close my eyes; ashamed, ostracized, and abandoned. Hunger is my only companion on this wretched, barren ground. Fury crawls through my raped skin. Anger burns round my incisive senses. A dream, a curse, a nightmare; I scream!
I close my eyes, again. I see her face. "Michael!" My name escapes through her lips, and I wonder, is it fear, hope, or hate reflecting in her lachrymose eyes. Is she my kindred spirit or the larcener that mangled my heart? Her words, her beauty, I cannot erase from my dehumanized eyes. Plagued by her disease, haunted with her scent, chastised by her image; Vengeance is mine!
I close my eyes. I hear his footsteps echoing his heartbeats. He walks past me, and the instinct to lunge toward him is ungovernable. Her aroma still lingers in his presence, and I breathe her scent into my impressible olfaction. And then, she appears. The taste of her skin, the touch of her breath condemned the man who beheld the face of my executioner.
With concupiscence, she whispers his name in my ear. The vibrating sound resonates, crushing my ears. I shout in pain. Instinctively, he moves towards her. Hazily, he listens to her infected words, his longing, possessiveness plainly seen in his eyes, his caress, on his lips firmly pressed on hers.
They are one. Condemned to a lifetime of agony, their bond plagues me. It's something worse than death, slaying any trace of regret and remorse. Any thoughts of hope, desire and love instantly vanish as I watch in horror his mouth rubbing over her cheeks and chin in feverish, rough kisses as if he wanted to devour her.
He has claimed her as his, and she desires only him.
Suddenly, he lifts her into his arms, as she weighed nothing, leaving no cruel modicum of distance between them, completely belonging to each other. Tenderly, he smiles and presses a soft kiss against her temple. His expression seems unspeakably intimate, and I feel a familiar heat creep up my half-man half Wraith face.
And then I curse his name.
Like a thief in the night, John Sheppard breached my dreams; passionately claiming his dominion, deliriously shouting cries of pleasure, hungrily embracing her every form, compulsively safeguarding his beloved, Teyla.