Chapter One
A/N this has been floating around in McShep world for quite some time and I thought I'd share it with everyone here.
Disclaimer: Don't own Stargate Atlantis ... yet.
The last thing Lt. Colonel John Sheppard could remember was the bright light, filling the ancient cavern and engulfing his team. There was nothing but darkness after ... darkness and emotions that filled his soul until he thought he would explode.
The next few days were just a tirade of images and feelings; fighting Ronan until they were both bruised and broken; need; possession; the coppery taste of blood on his tongue; hushed whispers; and soft skin. Until he opened sleep blurred eyes and stared around the windowless room that had served as their home for the better part of a week. McKay was curled up beside him, head nuzzled into his neck and hands restlessly moving up and down his ribs. Moving carefully so as not to wake the sleeping scientist, John glanced over his shoulder to see Teyla sleeping with her back to them facing the wall. Ronan was seated on the floor beside Rodney, sharp eyes watching the door. Even though he knew that there was something very wrong with his team, he couldn't help but feel at peace right now.
"Dex," he whispered, slowly disentangling himself from Rodney. "What's going on?"
He moved slowly until he was seated with the huge Satedan on the floor, those dark brown eyes sliding in his direction.
"Pack," came the answer.
That made absolutely no sense to John whatsoever. Pack was a weapon, something the Linderians used to protect themselves from the Wraith. That was the reason they were there in the first place, because the Athosians had traded with these shy and unusual people and Teyla could remember them speaking of a weapon. There was no way an Ancient weapon could be responsible for what was happening to them ... then again with the incidents they had had with Ancient technology so far ... oh shit.
"What is Pack?"
Ronan eyed him critically before leaning back against the bed.
"Us."
Okay. It wasn't like Ronan to be so cryptic, that was generally Teyla's job.
"Us?" He echoed.
The Runner nodded.
"You are Alpha ... leader," he said. "Teyla is Huntress ... your significant other."
That was disturbing, as Teyla would probably rip his balls off if he tried to make a move on her.
"McKay is Mate," continued Ronan.
"Mate?" asked John.
A smirk came to Dex's face.
"Your mate ... or so it would seem since you marked him as yours."
Marked? John positioned himself so he could see the slumbering Canadian on the bed and blanched when he saw the deep bite marks marring usually pale skin.
"I can't believe this ... what have they done to us?" hissed Sheppard, automatically reaching for weapons he knew weren't there.
"We asked for their defence against the Wraith," said Ronan. "And they shared it with us."
Rodney made a whimpering noise from the bed, and John found himself automatically springing to other mans side, carefully smoothing hair from his sweaty forehead. Teyla had awoken at the sudden movement, soft eyes watching the interaction between the two men, before reaching out and gently running her fingers over a particularly deep bite on McKay's throat. John felt a rumble of a growl rise up in him, and Teyla met his eyes, her own defiant. Pushing her fingers aside, John leaned down and slowly ran his tongue along the indents in the smooth skin, tasting. Rodney snuggled closer to John, his head falling back as he sought more contact on his neck. Something about laying on an uncomfortable bed on an alien planet necking his best friend while his team watched shouldn't be sexy ... but John thought it was the most erotic experience he had ever had.
"You want him." The voice was Teyla's, deep with lust and it just fueled John further. Christ she was getting off on watching him and Rodney.
Of course he wanted Rodney, he belonged to John ... his own personal property ... and he wanted the world to know that. The whole fucking universe to know that. Teyla's hands were soft as she helped him climb on top of McKay, whose eyes were half opened and sleepy. And she gently removed his shirt, then moved back as Rodney's hands slid over his chest trailing warmth and sensation after them. Lowering his head John ran his tongue over velvety skin again, slowly grinding his hips down against those of the man beneath him. Rodney's blue eyes turned nearly black with desire, and John bit down into the skin of his neck, lapping at the drops of blood that appeared around his mouth.
He didn't even bother to look up as the door was opened and several men entered the room, nor did Ronan's yell of outrage bother him. All that mattered was Rodney ready and willing, laying beneath him. And Teyla rasping pants beside them.
"Sheppard." Ronan's hands were insistent as he pulled John from McKay, and John actually growled at the huge man. Then the Linderians in the room caught his attention.
"What have you done to us?!" demanded John, leaping off the bed and getting in the face of the first man ... his name was Odane he remembered him from the first day.
"You wished to be protected from the Wraith," answered Odane, spreading his hands. "You have received such ... you are now Pack."
Teyla moved from the bed to stand beside John.
"Pack?" she whispered. "This is an incredible honor."
Odane bowed to her.
"Indeed it is ... and you are most lucky to have an Alpha that is so strong and protective of his Pack."
Her smile was full as she nodded to the short man.
"We thank you most graciously," she said.
"You are now stable enough to return to your people," said Odane. "Your Queen has been most anxious about your whereabouts."
"Queen?" growled Ronan, from where he was helping Rodney from the bed, fingers lingering on each of the other mans bites and bruises.
"Yes ... yes," said Odane. "The head of all Packs, your leader."
"You speak of Dr. Weir," said Teyla.
Odane bowed again.
"Come, we go to the Ring of the Ancestors now."