John stood outside the lab propped against the wall and checked his watch. Violet had eventually asked them to all leave the room as their scents were overpowering that of the young Lieutenant's, someone whom she had never met. Evan raised a brow at him and he shrugged, he'd never seen her work before and had no idea how long it was supposed to take. Elizabeth began to tap her foot and he grinned at the other men, it was the one tell even her diplomatic training couldn't shift. She glared at him.

The door slid open and he pushed himself off, wandering back into the room. "All done Kitten?"

Violet nodded. "I am sorry it took so long, his scent has altered since he last wore the piece of clothing you provided me with"

Elizabeth stood opposite her. "Altered?"

His sub chewed her lip. "His blood, its different somehow"

"Blood?"

"There wasn't much, just a few specks on his tags. I do not believe it would have been life threatening"

Cam silenced the expedition leader with a brief squeeze to her arm. "Why don't you tell us everything then we'll do question time Princess?"

His sub nodded again and John took a seat beside her so he could better see her facial expressions. "The man in the cells spent some time in Ford's company, separating from him a month ago. He was carried by your friend for some distance, possibly due to his injuries. There is a large dried blood stain on the left side, just above the abdomen. The last place they were together was humid, possibly marshy or somewhere similar to our rainforests. It has a sickly sweet smell which may be from a native plant. There are traces of a blue pollen on the bottom of his trousers. Despite the change in his blood I believe Ford to be in excellent physical condition, I can detect no deficiencies and he must be very strong to have carried another man for so long"

John ran his eyes over the items in front of her. "How do you know he carried him?"

Violet turned the clothing over. "His scent is strongest here and here" She gestured to the areas of clothing that would have been in contact with Ford had the runner been lifted in his arms. "Perhaps they travelled together, or Ford helped him escape from somewhere?"

"A Hive?"

"I do not know what this is"

"It is what the Wraith ships are called"

She nodded. "I have yet to come into contact with a Wraith, but Miko may be able to detect their scent?"

Elizabeth licked her lips. "I'll get Bates to bring her down here. It's a shame we don't have anything from a Hive to give to Violet, her ability seems stronger than Miko's"

Rodney cleared his throat. "Don't we have anything of Michael's?"

She looked thoughtful. "That would not be an exact match though. After the alterations to his DNA he became something different to pure Wraith"

"It may be enough" Violet tilted her head. "But in this instance Miko may have the upper hand, her time spent out here fighting against the Wraith will have honed her senses to detect them as early as possible"

John nodded and tapped his radio. "Bates"


John rolled his eyes. They had once again been banished to the corridor whilst the two Slayers worked together to try to gather more information about Ford's movements. Dean raised a brow. He sighed. "Aren't we the ones supposed to be giving the orders?"

Dean grinned. "You'll get used to it Sir"

Cameron snorted. "Yeah right"

John scowled at him. "Shut up Mitchell"

"Nope"

"Please, children" Elizabeth smirked at them. "Play nice"

Evan grinned and John flipped him off. They looked up as Ronan turned the corner. He came to a stop beside his Dom. "You asked for me Sir?"

"Yeah Ro, if they can get a beat on Ford you'll need to be in on this" Cam smiled at him. "Just waiting on those who must be obeyed" His sub grinned and slid down the wall, settling into a relaxed posture at his feet. "Maybe I should get you to teach John how to wait patiently, and accept orders gracefully"

"I will shoot you Cameron"

Dean huffed a laugh.


Violet watched the other Slayer as she ran her nose over the clothing. Miko's brow furrowed and she sat back. "You are very good, I could not have picked up half of that"

She smiled. "Thank you. I have worked hard to enhance my gift" She wrinkled her nose. "It has it's downsides though"

Miko chuckled quietly so as not to alert her Dom. "So I imagine, it's making my eyes water"

Violet grinned. "Any sign of Wraith?"

She nodded. "I believe they were on a Hive at one point but when I cannot tell" She sighed. "And I do not have a helpful gift"

"What is yours?"

"Dreams"

"Ah, cheese guy?"

"Yeah, creepy bald cheese guy" Miko waved a piece of cloth at her. "This is Michael's, he smells a little different to true Wraith but maybe it will help"

"Worth a try" Violet took it between two fingers and sniffed it gingerly. "Huh"

"Huh?"

"This is very similar to Ford's scent" She raised a brow at Miko who sighed.

"This is not going to go down well" She gestured to the clothing. "You may as well see if you can get a time frame from them, soften the blow so to speak"

Violet nodded and focused on the runners clothing and Ford's tags, seeking out the smell of the Wraith.


Dean moved behind Miko. "How did you get on angel?"

"Very well, Violet will be a great asset when released from her downtime" She twinkled at John who raised a brow.

"Behave my love" Her Dom took a seat beside her. "So?"

"They were on a Hive together, but we are unsure if they were captured at the same time or that is where they met. It would be roughly two months ago, which Violet believes is the age of the blood stain on the runners clothing"

"So he spent at least a month with Ford?"

Violet nodded. "That would closely match what I am picking up" She shifted slightly. "I have also identified the unusual scent of Ford's blood"

"And?" Elizabeth stared down at her.

"He smells like Michael"

"Bollocks"


Three days later.

Violet squirmed slightly in her chair. John was back on duty and spending the day locked in his office catching up on paperwork, giving her instructions before he left that morning to present herself at Evan's door at 0930. She was to spend the day with him, and to behave herself. And it seemed her House Dom's plans for the day involved torturing her. She was chained to his desk chair, forced to watch as he and Rodney played out a scene.

She was impressed by the other subs physic, especially as he was a scientist who seemed to spend most of his time mainlining coffee and chocolate. But apparently being a part of John's team meant being able to run away from whatever alien was trying to kill you that day, occasionally having to fight them off if they turned out to be faster than you. So Rodney worked out, a lot.

She watched as the final blow from the crop landed and he ground out the last of his count. Rodney's body was covered with a sheen of sweat, fingers slipping on the chains that held him to the wall, and his dick was twitching, forming a small puddle of pre-cum on the floor. His Dom trailed fingers over the red stripes on his skin before moving to prop against the wall, tipping his head to check his pupils and pulse. "Very good my love" Evan murmured before indulging in a kiss, tongue visibly sliding in and out of the others mans mouth. Rodney moaned quietly and Violet instinctively pulled on her own restraints.

Then the tip of the crop was under her chin, forcing her head up to look into Evan's eyes. "No breaking my chains sweetheart. That is if you want any relief in the near future"

"Yes Evan, I am sorry" Violet relaxed her arms and widened her eyes, tongue darting out to deliberately wet her lips.

He leant closer. "Better" The crop increased in pressure until her head was tilted up at an almost painful angle. "Keep that pretty little arse of yours firmly in that chair and I'll be with you soon" He dealt a quick swat to the inside of her thigh that made her pulse lightly and dropped the crop onto the desk before going over to release his sub.


John quietly toed off his boots and shed his shirt, eyes never leaving the three bodies spread out on his 2IC's bed. All three were asleep and the faint smell of sex hung in the air making his dick twitch. Evan was on his back, head turned to the side on his pillow, Violet curled between his legs, head resting on his chest, all that hair spread out over his skin, tumbling down onto the sheet below them. Rodney was stretched out by his Dom's side, face tucked into Evan's neck, hand gently resting on Violets back.

Both of the subs were marked on their backs and thighs, beautiful red stripes testament to Evan's skill, John would trust no one else but him and Cameron to deal out this kind of play on Violet. Even so her's were already a lot fainter than Rodney's, the Slayer's ability to heal quickly ridding her body of the evidence of play so much quicker than would be normal. Sometimes John actually thought it was a shame, there was something about taking a sub back to bed two days later and seeing your marks there, enjoying the memories they invoked.

His sub stirred as he placed the first soft kiss over the reddened skin. Trailing his mouth gently over the marks Violet mumbled something against the other mans chest and started squirming. Evan licked his lips, eyes staying closed. "Sweetheart, stay still"

John grinned and ran his tongue over one of Rodney's fingers, sucking lightly. He flinched and moaned quietly.

"What the..?" Evan cracked open an eye.

John pushed himself up, hovering over Violet and his fellow Dom. "Enjoy your day off Major?"

He opened the other eye and rolled them. "Yes, until some crazy arse Dom disturbed my beauty sleep"

Violet muttered something in French and Rodney snorted, keeping his eyes shut.

"Something you want to share with the class Miss Rayne?"

"Um, no John?"

"Hmm, we'll talk about that later when you've gotten over your post-play bliss. It seems to be fucking with your manners" John pinched a rather lovely bruise on his subs arse and she squirmed again causing Evan to groan. "I'm a little jealous Kitten"

Violet hummed and raised her arse, wiggling it slightly. As Evan tugged Rodney up for a kiss John growled and flicked open his BDU's tilting his subs hips enough to slide inside of her. She was still slick and swollen from her earlier fucking and the heat was incredible, John groaned and started to move, on every thrust in pushing Violet over Evan's re-hardening dick. "Fuck John, really?!" Evan glared up at him, Rodney's hair in his hand as he'd pulled him away from their kiss.

"Yeah really" Without breaking his rhythm he leant down and grabbed a kiss from the other sub, Rodney twisting in Evan's grip, groaning into John's mouth and rolling his hips against his Dom's thigh.

"John" Evan growled as a particularly violent thrust connected with his balls.

Stilling his movements he tugged Violet back until she was knelt on the edge of the bed, pushing back deep inside and leaning over her. "Help the Major out my Kitten"

She whimpered quietly. "Yes John" Lowering her head John watched as Evan bit his lip, looking down as he slowly disappeared into her mouth.

"Good girl"

Evan trailed a finger over Rodney's cheek. "Get yourself off baby, John missed the last show"

John pulled back, eyes flickering from the sight of his sub with her lips wrapped around another Dom's dick to the man laid out in front of him, hand lazily running over his length. He licked his lips and slammed forward.


Two days later.

John made a quick sweep of the gym. "How do people find out about stuff like this?" The floor was littered with gym equipment where it had been used as improvised projectiles. Around the edges stood at least half of the marines and some scientists, those who had been propped against the wall behind Violet were rapidly shifting away from their places.

Cam grinned at him. "Nothing stays hidden for long here John, you know that"

Dean snorted, eyes never leaving the two women facing each other on the mat. "She's very impressive John"

"Yeah" One of the long wooden benches pointed towards the ceiling with Violet stood in the centre of it keeping it balanced on its end. Miko was facing her, head tilted up, eyes dark and calculating. She licked her lips and broke into a run.

"Dean?" John didn't want the other Dom flipping out if his sub got hurt.

"It's fine"

As Miko reached the bottom of the bench Violet shifted her weight and the entire thing rose into the air. The spectators tried to figure out where would be best to move to, and fast. The younger Slayer flipped back to avoid having her teeth knocked out and Violet spun the bench mid-air and landed a kick to its centre. Landing deftly on her feet his sub watched the trajectory of the now two halves of the bench with interest, raising a brow as Miko ducked the first one and caught the second one in her hand.

Violet grinned. "Not bad"

Miko took a little bow then the piece of wood was launched once more into the air. Violet calmly watched it as it spun towards her. John fought the urge to snatch her out the way, he'd probably end up getting knocked out and his sub was perfectly capable of handling this herself. As it smacked into Violet's outstretched palm the wood shattered falling into little pieces around her.

"Awesome" Cam grinned at him.

Evan snorted as John grinned back. "Yeah, she's ready"


One week later.

Violet ran, this Ford may still be weaker than her but he was fast, and his reflexes appeared to be on a level with hers. He was clearing the obstacles in their path with as much ease as she was. She growled quietly, she couldn't even throw anything at him in case she killed him, Violet had a feeling that would not go down very well with her Dom, or Dr Weir. She slid slightly and cursed. This place was smelly, and muddy, and wet.

Picking up her pace she heard Miko's running footsteps in the trees off to her left fade slightly. Violet smiled, it seemed that despite only having a brief time under John's care she was already nearly back to full strength. Veering suddenly to her right she skidded and caught him as he tried to tackle her, slamming him to the ground. Forcing his head to the side so he wouldn't suffocate in the mud Violet pinned his legs with hers and gripped his wrists.

"Please Lieutenant Ford, I do not wish to harm you. Merely return you to your home, your friends"

He snarled and tried to buck her off.

"Your efforts are wasted. I am Violet, I am a Slayer and I answer to Colonel John Sheppard. Please stay still, try to relax"

Twisting his head he tried to bite her, Violet pushed down the rage and, shifting the hold on his wrists to one of her hands, used the other to flick open her belt and slide it out of its loops. Wrapping it around his hands she tightened it, careful not to cut the skin, and sat back, trying to decide on how to bind his feet. The kicking was getting annoying. She looked up as Miko slid to an elegant stop. "Stupid mud"

Violet grinned. "Do you have a belt on? Or laces?" She gestured to the man's feet.

The younger Slayer grinned back. "Sure, nice work"

"You too"

"I was like a mile behind you"

"Yeah, I'm awesome"

Miko snorted and wrapped her own belt around Ford's ankles before moving in front of him and crouching down. "Aidan? Do you remember me? Its Miko"

Violet rose and moved next to her, examining his face. "I think he does. He definitely wanted to kill me more than he does you"

"Maybe he thinks I'm prettier"

"No way"

"Uh huh" She tilted her head. "Hear that?"

Violet licked her lips. "Yeah, Ronan is near, the other's not too far behind"

"You ever wonder why the subs are nearly always in front of the Doms?"

"Um, is it so we get shot at first?"

There was another snort of laughter. "Oh, I'm looking forward to working with you, and watching you drive Sheppard insane"

"Who me?"

"Yeah you" Miko smiled at her. "Don't worry, he kinda enjoys a little rebellion in his subs. Keeps him interested"

"Or shouty"

"Yeah that too"

Violet lay flat on her stomach and looked into the young marines eyes. One seemed to have turned totally black and the other was wild, fear and anger battling in its reflection. "Poor guy" She smiled gently at him. "It's gonna be ok, we're gonna get you home. And into a shower"

"And a good barbers"

Ronan huffed a laugh above them and re-holstered his gun. "You're quick"

Violet looked up at him. "Yeah, so are you. For a non-Slayer"

He grinned down. "I look forward to when we can spar"

She raised a brow. "Cameron would allow it?"

"He says it keeps me out of trouble"

Violet grinned back then refocused on Ford. "You are very smelly"

"So are we now"

"Yeah, shower then bath later"

"Both?"

"Shower to get the mud off, bath to get all soft and smelling nice again"

"Violet! Get out of the mud!"

"Oh dear" She sighed and pushed herself up, plastering on an innocent expression before turning to face her Dom.


Violet sank deeper into the hot water and hummed. There had been some yelling, mainly about why it was not a good idea to lie in alien mud where all sorts of alien things could be lurking, apparently there had been a nasty bug episode, but then her Dom had smiled down at her. "Excellent work Kitten, very impressive. Debrief then you can go shower" He looked her over. "Possibly twice"

After sitting through a debrief that was a hell of a lot shorter than she was used to, and far more entertaining, John had taken her down to the infirmary. He'd stood and supervised as a nurse examined her, and appeared to run every test ever invented, eventually declaring her fit and well. Then she'd been gently led back to their quarters.

"I'll be back in two hours Violet. Get showered, take a bath, relax. I'll bring dinner back with me but eat some fruit from the fridge whilst I'm gone"

"Yes John"

"I want to find you resting when I return"

"Yes John"

She checked her watch that was sitting by the bath and sighed. He'd be back in an hour. Debating whether being found still soaking in the bath constituted as resting Violet decided that it probably meant she was to be in bed. Sighing again she pushed herself up and frowned at the slight wobble in her legs. Maybe the past few days had taken more of a toll than she'd realised. Shrugging it off she toweled herself down, grabbed a water and some fruit and made her way to the bedroom, sliding between clean cool sheets.

When John returned an hour later she was unconscious and running a fever.


He stood by the bed that held his unconscious sub and watched Dr Keller rip into the nurse who had failed to test Violet for the most common virus present in Pegasus, her rage escalating as she discovered that the other woman had also not tested for the Hoffan disease. John stayed silent, not trusting himself to stick to shouting. It appeared the nurse had seemed to think these two tests were unnecessary, and a waste of her time. Stating Violet's heightened immune system as the reason.

He'd have the nurse in the exhibition room tomorrow morning but he'd ask either Mitchell or Lorne to perform the punishment, it would be both of their rights as Violet's House Dom's. He wasn't sure he should be in charge of the flogging of a person who could have potentially killed his sub just cause she wanted to finish her shift on time. John tried to block out Keller's voice and looked down at the bed.

Violet's breathing still sounded a little laboured but her fever was slowly dropping thanks to Jennifer's quick diagnosis and administration of the correct drugs. He swallowed, the sight of her curled up in his bed, skin slick with sweat, barely breathing, would haunt him for a while. If he'd been another hour or so later…the virus was a common one and the expedition members who had been here a while had built a natural immunity but it had nearly killed a number of them when they'd first arrived.

"John?"

He snapped himself out of his thoughts. "Hey Ev"

"What the fuck happened?"

He flicked his gaze to the CMO who dismissed the nurse, telling her to pack her bags, she'd be leaving on the Daedalus and was confined to quarters until then. "She skipped a couple of tests in Vi's post-mission check"

Evan hissed. "What?"

"I want her in the exhibition room at 0900"

"Of course" His friend looked over at the bed. "Want me to do it?"

"If you wouldn't mind Ev, don't think I should"

Evan nodded. "It'll be my pleasure John"


The next morning.

Violet prised her eyes open to a crack and winced, trying to reach out and get her bearings she whimpered at the pain the exursion caused her. Then the panic started to rise. She wasn't in His bed, and her limbs felt heavy, her throat closed and dry, sight blurry. Had Caldwell taken her? Where was John? There was a muffled beeping that seemed to speed up. If she could just move, raise her head, find her Dom.

"Kitten can you hear me?"

She tried to focus but it hurt so much.

"Violet, please baby, you have to calm down. I'm here, you're going to be fine but you need to relax"

She forced herself to find comfort in the sound of His voice, if John was here then Steven wouldn't be. Then she tried to regulate her breathing, her chest hurt and she could feel the wheezing in her lungs.

"Good girl, just breath, relax. I'm here"

A cold began to seep through her veins. Drugs! Why were they drugging her? Violet felt her chest tighten with panic again as she couldn't reach the IV to pull it out. Then her Dom's scent began to trickle through the fear and His voice sounded low in her ear, warm fingers wrapping round her wrists, anchoring her.

"Lie still for me Kitten. You woke up sooner than we expected and you need these drugs to help with the pain. I want you to relax again, focus on your breathing, on my voice. You caught a virus off-world but you're gonna be fine. Just stay with me ok? Stay calm. It's going to be ok baby, I've got you"


Two days later.

Violet unwrapped herself from the blanket and stood as their door slid open. "Daniel!" Her friend was ushered in by Cameron.

"Back on the couch Princess. This is allowed only if you are still resting"

She scowled but returned to her cocoon. "Bored with resting"

"Don't be petulant Violet. How are you feeling?"

"Fine"

Daniel sat on the opposite couch and attempted a straight face, and failed epically. Cameron raised a brow.

"Crappy" Violet sighed. "So much for my super powered immune system, stupid alien viruses"

"Dr Weir informed me that the entire expedition were regularly ill before they built up an immunity to the Pegasus strain of the common cold"

Violet stuck her tongue out at Daniel. "This is not a common cold, this is the plague"

He grinned. "You have man-flu?"

"Bite me"

"Violet" Cameron shot her a look. "I'll leave you in peace but you behave, and don't move from that couch"

"You used to be so much more fun"

"Pushing it Princess" He grinned at her. "And I'll be more fun again when you're not sick, and your Dom isn't yelling at everyone"

Daniel snorted. "I'm surprised Colonel Sheppard doesn't have you under guard in the infirmary, hooked up to a drip"

Violet rolled her eyes. "There were threats but we negotiated it down to bed rest and no beating up marines until I'm better"

"You work well together"

"I'm sure there will be more yelling in the future"

"Yes, from me if you continue to leave the couch Violet" Cameron pointed at her until she lowered herself back down. "What do you want?"

"Coffee"

"No"

Violet sighed. "Tea?"

"You can have the tea Teyla made up for you. It's supposed to help" His radio beeped. "Crap"

"Um, if it's ok I can make the tea?" Daniel pushed himself up.

Cameron looked him over then nodded. "Yeah ok. Cheers Jackson. But don't let any of us catch her doing anything other than what she's doing now, unless you want to be next in the exhibition room"

"Ah, got it"

Cameron tapped his radio. "Give me a minute" He moved to crouch down by the couch and pushed an escaped strand of hair from her face. "I'll be back in an hour baby, please rest"

"Yes Cameron"

"You will radio John if you feel unwell"

Violet nodded and fought the urge to roll her eyes. Her Dom had been through all this before he left this morning, twice. It was getting annoying.

Her House Dom raised a brow. "Are you having bratty thoughts Princess?"

"Never Cameron" She peered at him through her lashes, ignoring Daniel smirking over the kettle.

"I hope not Violet, I'm sure you're not feeling up to being put over my knee"

She suppressed a giggle, which was a little horrifying. Her new Dom's brought out a slightly embarrassing side of her. "No Cameron"

He brushed his lips over hers. "A pity" Standing he grinned down at her as she pouted up. "And don't let John see you with that face on either" He moved towards the door. "Cheers Jackson, I'll see you in an hour"

"Thank you Colonel"

Cam waved a hand as he stepped out the door. "Mitchell"

It slid shut behind him and Violet shifted her gaze to watch Daniel look over the pots on the drinks station. "Last pot on the right please hon"

He gave it a sniff then grinned. "Just checking I'm not about to be caught giving you coffee"

Violet rolled her eyes. "I would not risk your arse for coffee"

"Wow, thanks" He flicked the kettle on. "So, is there lots of yelling?"

Violet waved a hand. "Um, actually not too much, but I have a feeling they're indulging me. I think John is worried about me still"

Daniel nodded. "Good, and he should be. You still need a lot of what I've just seen"

"I am fine Daniel, apart from the Pegasus version of Cholera. My Dom and his House has worked wonders"

"Yeah we'd noticed, and I'm pleased to report much to Caldwell's disgust, however your Slayer abilities aren't what I'm talking about. I know you bounce back quickly when it comes to the physical but…"

"Daniel.."

"Make sure you tell him everything Violet, not all at once but…he's already a lot more knowledgable about you than Caldwell was, don't stop what you're doing. Keep talking"

"I am here to kill Wraith Daniel, not be a one-man Oprah show"

"You're hilarious, and stubborn"

"Thank you"

Her friend glared at her and passed over a mug. "I mean it" He eyed her. "So, you are happy for us to leave you here?"

The Slayer sighed. "I will miss you all, except Caldwell" She wrinkled her nose. "But I feel comfortable, as if it is right. I have not felt that way in a long time. And, as you say, John is an excellent carer. There is potential for me to grow even stronger here"

"And possibly find a permanent collar with a Dom? They are all delightfully toppy out here"

"Daniel, that is inappropriate"

He grinned at her. "But true"

Violet snorted. "Maybe. But not for a while yet. Also I'm kinda liking my non-permanent one at the moment, and I don't think He'd be too impressed with me putting myself out there"

"Hm, yeah I can see that. Maybe this will lead to a more permanent arrangement with the Colonel? He seems a good match for you, and he's hot"

"Maybe"

Daniel rolled his eyes. "How's his play?" He passed her a mug.

"Cautious but potentially incredibly satisfying"

He huffed a laugh. "Cautious?"

"Again with the worried thing. They're slowly stepping it up but I think they're worried about pushing too soon"

"Another point to them. You've told him your limits?"

She sighed. "Daniel.."

"I am still your friend Violet, and I worry"

She nodded. "Yeah, I know. It was one of the first things He asked me. I think He was planning a full scene almost straight off until I accidentally let my control slip"

A brow shot up. "He picked up on it?"

"Yeah"

"Wow, impressive. Caldwell couldn't read you for shit"

Violet snorted. "Both a gift and a curse. I have nowhere to hide from John. He is most insistent that I work on my openness"

"Good. Always a sign of a good Dom"

She nodded. "Have you found anyone here Daniel?"

Her friend sighed. "A few looks have been shot my way but Caldwell is keeping me nice and busy, and I'm also pretty sure he's warning others off"

Violet chewed her lip. "I'm worried about you going back without me Daniel. You mustn't let him cajole you into taking my place in his bed"

"I'm not that stupid Vi, and I may be a sub but I'm not a doormat. I'll be fine, promise"

"He has no right to try to control who you attend Daniel, you answer to him on SG-1 matters only"


John turned down his bed and padded back into the living quarters. His sub was asleep on the couch, almost completely hidden by her blankets. Kneeling beside her he trailed a finger down her cheek, still warm but not as feverish as she had been. She stirred slightly.

"I'm sorry Kitten but its time for bed and I didn't want to just pick you up in case I scared you" Violet slowly opened her eyes and blinked at him. John smiled. "Wasn't sure if you'd try to kill me if I moved you without warning"

She licked her lips. "Never"

"Good to know baby" He pressed a kiss to her forehead and slid his arms under her, pushing up to his feet.

"I can walk"

"Don't argue Violet" She felt so light in his arms that he wondered where all that strength came from. Placing her down on the bed John pulled up the comforter. "Tea Kitten?"

"All tea'd out"

He frowned. "No coffee"

Violet pouted up at him.

"No baby. Not yet" Sliding in next to her he grabbed his tablet and stroked over her hair. "Rest Violet, I have some work to do"

Nodding his sub buried deeper and closed her eyes. Shooting her a final glance he tried to focus on his work. His friends and teammates had made a good effort of diverting most work to themselves, fielding requests and sorting out personnel issues but word had still reached him that Caldwell had been turned away from the infirmary three times during Violet's stay. It had been part of the reason he'd agreed to her returning to their quarters for the rest of her recovery. Their door only opened for him, Violet, Cam, Evan and Keller.

He just hoped that Caldwell wouldn't try to use this as an excuse to appeal against her transfer and, if he did, that Violet had been with John for long enough to refuse to return. He still hadn't broached the subject of why she'd chosen to stay with the other Dom despite his obvious mistreatment, but it was something he was keen to learn, and soon. He wasn't stupid, or inexperienced, he knew Violet was getting under his skin, and flipping his switch with terrifying ease. If he needed any further proof he only had to look next to him, despite his own rule she was back in his bed even though she was still sick.

John pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled quietly. One thing at a time Sheppard. Two more days until the Daedalus left with SG-1 on board and then he'd have one less thing to worry about. Part of him had been hoping Caldwell would fuck up here, let his temper get the better of him but apart from his unwelcome visits to the infirmary the man had been annoyingly well behaved. He flicked a look sideways as she stirred slightly.

"You should be asleep Kitten"

Violet looked sleepily up at him. "Sorry John, guess I've slept too much today"

"It shouldn't matter Violet, you're still exhausted. Is something bothering you?"

"No"

"No lying"

She shifted in her cocoon. "It's not something important"

"We have discussed this Violet, if it's bothering you enough to disturb your rest then it is important"

His sub chewed her lip.

"Baby, I mean it"

"What are the rules for visiting uncollared subs?"

John raised a brow. "In what way?"

"Um, as in finding play in the city"

"Violet is this going to be something I find inappropriate?"

"I don't think so"

He sighed. "Very well, but get straight to the point please"

"Yes John" She unwrapped herself a little. "Daniel has not been approached by a Dom since he arrived"

John's brow rose again. "Is that so?"

Violet nodded. "And he's very um…"

He smiled down at her. "Yes he is very beautiful Kitten. It's unusual but this shouldn't bother you"

She dropped her gaze. "He thinks that they are being warned off"

"What?"

"Um, he thinks that uh, someone has put the word out that he is not available"

"But he is?"

His sub nodded. "Yes John"

"You're worried that he's being cut off from other Dom's?"

Violet nodded again. "If he is eventually he'll have no choice but to uh…"

John hissed. "What about the other two on SG-1?"

"They have a small amount of influence but ultimately they answer to him. Although Vala is fond of Daniel, she may step in"

"They are only here for two more days Violet, but I shall try to find out if this is true. If it is then maybe something can be done"

"Ok, thank you John" She pulled the covers back tight round her.

"Baby?"

"Yes John?"

"Did he isolate you too?"

There was a pause. "Yes"

"Why didn't you request a transfer Violet? He hardly covered his tracks of your mistreatment well"

She chewed on her lip. "They would have ordered me back to Cleveland"

"And you wouldn't want to go? Isn't that your home?"

Violet shifted again.

"Please answer me Violet"

"The Slayer who kidnapped and tortured me, she runs the House"

John closed his eyes. "Why would they do that?"

"She has repented, paid for her mistakes. And she is very different now. But I still feel uncomfortable in her presence, and she in mine" She looked back up at him. "They would have looked into my records and pulled me from the SGC immediately. The only way I would have been able to stay would have been to ask Steven for an Ownership Collar"

"And they can still do that now?"

"It would be a difficult case for them because my care here is a lot better, but they would probably eventually succeed. The Council are very powerful, influential"

"Could they take Miko?"

"No, she is Dean's. They lost all right to her when his Collar was placed around her neck"

John sighed. Great, one more thing to watch his back for. "Ok thank you Kitten, think you can sleep now?"

Violet stifled a yawn. "Umhmm, thank you John"

"It's ok baby"

"And thank you for letting Daniel visit"

He smiled as she disappeared further into the bed. "You're welcome Slayer"


John ordered his door open and poured a coffee.

"That mine?"

He rolled his eyes. "Sorry Mitch, you have to make your own this morning"

"Damn"

Evan snorted and grabbed the pot from John. "How is she?"

"Sleeping, but better I think" John sprawled out on the couch. "It just sucks this has set her back again"

The Major took a sip of his coffee. "So John, what can we do for our great and powerful leader today?"

John rolled his eyes. "I want to find out if someones been warning the Dom's in the city off a certain Dr Jackson"

Cam raised a brow. "Really?"

"Hmm, maybe. Apparently he told Violet that no one has approached him during his stay, which I think is a little suspicious"

"Yeah, the man's pretty. And has a lovely dynamic" Evan sat back. "He's not just projecting 'fuck off' signals?"

"Don't think so Ev. When I brought him to see Vi yesterday he seemed calm, relaxed. And he wasn't shying away from the other Dom's we crossed paths with. I'm pretty sure a few of them checked him out too" Cam rubbed a hand over his face. "Think its Caldwell?"

"Has to be. The other two don't have any influence here, and I actually kinda like them"

"Yeah, that Vala's hot"

"She'd have you tied down and spread out before you knew what was happening" John grinned at his friend.

"Bite me John"

"No thank you"

Evan shot them a look. "Why would he warn them off though? The man is on his team, they spend most of their time together. Not like Jackson would suddenly be collared and kept here, not in three weeks"

"Vi says he isolated her too. Both her and Daniel were only allowed to be around Dom's that he and Landry approved of, and had influence over"

"Therefore limiting the possibility that either of them would be taken from him? Maybe he doesn't want to lose Jackson from SG-1? If he was collared whoever the Dom was wouldn't allow him to continue like he is, and would probably take offence to the way Caldwell runs things"

"Maybe" John took a thoughtful sip. "Maybe he just can't get a handle on his controlling kink?"

"Think it's that simple?"

He sighed. "Probably not. The reason for Vi's treatment is pretty obvious. He was paranoid that someone would take her off him, and he didn't understand how to be a Dom to a Slayer so he used mind fucks to keep her on edge, and reliant on him. But this thing with Daniel, if it's true, is more complex"

"They'll be gone soon John. Even if it is happening what are we supposed to do about it? We have enough shit out here to deal with"

"Yeah I know Cam but I won't have someone coming here and thinking they can interfere with the way my city works, and denying a sub what they need by threatening the Dom's. He's lucky one of them hasn't punched him in the face yet. It could stir up all kinds of shit. If its true then I'll pass on what we learn to O'Neill. He may not be at the mountain anymore but he has more sway than Landry, just chooses not to exercise it unless necessary. I believe it was because of him they were forced to give up Vi to us"

Evan nodded. "There are some Dom's I can go talk to who won't be bothered about the fact he's a superior. See what they've heard"

Cameron sighed. "Yeah me too. And I'll tell Ro to have an ask around the subs, they probably wouldn't feel comfortable talking to us about this but he should be able to find out what Caldwell's been up to since he arrived play wise"


Rodney looked up from his laptop. "Ronan? Everything ok?"

The Satedan nodded and moved into the room, door sliding shut behind him. "I have been instructed to discreetly ask around about Caldwell, find out about any subs who have been in his bed"

The scientist raised a brow, unless there were infringements of the rules Sheppard and Weir had set regarding play these things were kept private. "Why?"

Ronan shrugged. "Think they're concerned about his actions regarding Dr Daniel Jackson. He may have been restricting his freedom to attend in the city"

Rodney hissed. "Jesus"

"Yeah, you heard of anyone that's been in his bed? Any problems?"

He chewed his lip. "No, don't think so. He's hardly been present, thought he was sulking on the Daedalus"

Ronan snorted. "Yeah, me too. And I've come up with nothing. He must have a sub on the ship"

"Or he's going without"

"You think that he would?"

"He is hot, but he creeps me out, and a lot of the other subs too. Also nasty little rumours have been flying around about his treatment of Vi. It hasn't helped that John hasn't hidden his dislike of the man"

Ronan chuckled. "He has not been uh, subtle?"

"You can say that again"


John eyed the two men sat in his office. "So Ro came up with nothing?"

Cam nodded. "Not even a hint of interest in Caldwell apparently, and no reports of unacceptable behaviour either. But there appears to have been a warning put out about him, it didn't take long for his treatment of Vi to do the rounds. That would have cut off any hopes of play he would have had in the city"

"At least that's something I guess, and good to hear they're still effectively looking out for each other"

"Oh yeah, Atlantis subs aren't stupid, and they're not to be messed with either. Kinda makes me a little proud" Cam grinned.

John rolled his eyes. "And our Dom's?"

"Few of the higher ups said they'd had to step in and tell others that beating the shit out of a Colonel, and the leader of SG-1, wouldn't be healthy for their careers. He has been trying to exert his influence, especially when it comes to Jackson" Evan tapped his pen against his lips. "Shame all of us are settled, we'd be the only ones who could get away with going against his orders"

"Vi's Collar isn't a full one" Cam raised a brow at John.

"No Cam, I'm not taking Jackson to bed just to see what would happen. It would be unfair to him, and to Violet. And he'd probably be pissed I would even suggest it, he's very protective of her. Their time on SG-1 together has formed a strong bond"

Cam sighed. "Yeah, I know. Sorry John, had to be at least suggested"

He nodded. "I think the only thing we can do is pass this on to O'Neill, if anything he'll at least be pissed about this, he and Jackson have been close for a long time. And I don't think Caldwell will try anything now, they head back tomorrow, and he isn't stupid, he'll know we've been checking up on him"

His door chimed and John sent a request for it to be opened. His two visitors stepped inside.

"Colonel Sheppard, you asked to speak with us?" Vala raised a brow, Teal'c silent and impassive by her side.

"Yeah, thank you for coming. Please…" He gestured to the other two chairs that had been pulled out and placed around his desk.

Nodding they took their seats and waited for him to speak again.

John sighed, how to play this? "It has been brought to my attention that your CO is trying to influence the Dom's here, keep them away from Dr Jackson. I know it's a risk to speak to you but I am concerned for Daniel, and also a little pissed the Colonel is throwing his weight around in my city"

Vala looked at Teal'c who inclined his head. Turning back to John she smiled slightly. "We are aware of Steven's activities, have been for some time now. We try to help, interfere as much as he will allow but our influence does not stretch as far as we would like. We are, after all, still outsiders at the SGC. In regards to Daniel I am unsure as to the reason he is doing this but I will not allow it to go too far"

John raised a brow.

She smoothed her hands over her leather pants. "I have always been fond of Dr Jackson, and if it had not been for Violet I may well have taken him for myself some time ago"

"What?" He felt the rage well up again.

Vala held a hand up. "Not like that Colonel Sheppard. In recent months I have grown concerned about her treatment, the care that she was offered, but it took me some time to learn the ways the Council and the SGC work. It was important for me not to make a mistake"

"A mistake?" Cam raised a brow.

"Any mistake could have derailed my plans, and once I'd revealed them there would have been no going back. I do not take female subs, my time as Quetesh has made it impossible to find any form of physical pleasure with them, but if we would have returned from here to Earth with Violet I would have offered her a chance to escape Steven, and the Council"

"An Ownership Collar?"

Vala nodded. "Yes, it would not have been a permanent one but they would not need to know that. And now the Ori are gone I could have taken Violet with me when I left the SGC. A couple of years exploring the Milky Way should have been enough to distance us from both groups, then she could have returned or stayed with me but under Guardianship only"

"You would have done that?" Evan looked at her curiously. "Why?"

"I may be many things Major Lorne but I am not one to stand by while a sub as special as Violet is slowly used up until she's insane or dead"

"Dead?" John blinked at her.

"Miss Rayne was becoming weaker under Colonel Caldwell's care" Teal'c met his gaze. "She would have eventually been ordered into battle with something that had superior strength. And he refused to tell her of the things she was to engage with until the last possible moment, thus leaving her unprepared"

"I should have just shot him"

Vala smiled. "I believe that is frowned upon amongst your people yes? However that is no longer of any matter, Violet will flourish here, we have both been very impressed by what we have seen. As I said our influence is not great but if you should ever need anything we would be more than happy to do what we can. As for Daniel, and Steven, we still have a few tricks up our sleeves"

"Tricks?"

"I shall offer Daniel what I would have done Violet, but I hope that he will take it for other reasons also. As for our leader, it will take time but he shall pay for what he has done"

"Indeed"

They stood, Vala turning before the door slid open. "Violet has been sent here to kill the Wraith. Once she begins her hunt it will not take her long to rid Pegasus of their presence and then she will be recalled to the mountain. She worked for the SGC for two years before Steven recruited her to SG-1, there is much that is not in her personal files. I would recommend that you find a way for her to stay here, or allow her the freedom to find a more permanent Collar"

The door slid shut behind them and the three men looked at each other.

"What the hell does that mean?"

John sighed. "It means that we either choose to keep her here until she's no longer needed or make the decision to get involved in what is probably a whole load of shit waiting to hit the fan"

"Great" Evan eyed the door. "They're kinda scary"

John snorted.

"Wonder what they're gonna do?"

"No idea. But I look forward to the emails, I have a feeling Vala's are going to especially interesting"

"Tealc's will probably be just a blank screen, staring threateningly at you"

"You're an idiot"

Cam flipped him off.


Rodney frowned at the paper in front of him, this was ridiculous, he was a genius for fuck's sake.

"What's up baby?" His Dom raised a brow and wandered back over to the seating area.

Violet was feeling a little better so they'd all gathered in John's quarter's for a quiet movie night. She was wrapped in a blanket next to him bracketed between her Dom's legs as he occasionally ran his fingers through her hair. Rodney knew all too well how intense all of the Dom's in the House could be when one of them was injured or fell ill. He'd been practically handcuffed to Evan for a month after the brain parasite thing.

"Stupid crossword"

"I thought you were a genius"

Rodney glared at Ronan who was sprawled out on the floor opposite him.

"Play nice children" Laid out on the couch above his sub Cam removed the arm that had been slung over his eyes and smiled. "Give us the clue"

"No" Rodney huffed.

"No tantrums baby" The Dom winked at him.

Violet jostled his shoulder. "Don't worry Rodney, they won't get it, you're so much smarter. They just fly planes"

"Kitten all these little smart arse remarks are being recorded for when you're fully recovered"

"Oh…damn"

"Violet.."

"Sorry John" Violet snuck Rodney a quick grin. "Go on, try me?"

Rodney sighed. "Fine. Five letters, young turk with a need for speed"

"Hmm" She furrowed her brow. "Huh"

"Oh come on!" He glared at her. "Really?!"

"You know this one Princess?"

"Maybe"

"I hate you"

"Want me to tell you the answer?"

"No"

"Can you tell me the answer?" Ronan smirked over at them and got a tap on the shoulder.

"Don't wind him up baby. Evan will be mad"

"Bite me Mitch" His Dom flipped off the other man and sat next to him. "Let Vi tell you. Now I want to know"

"Stupid crossword" He sighed again. "Fine, but I'm still smarter than you at important stuff"

John snorted from his place above them.

"Of course you are Rodney" She smiled at him. "And I have an unfair advantage with this one"

"You do?"

"Uh huh. It's Demon"

"You're shitting me?

"Rodney!"

"Demon?!"

"Uh huh"

"No way"

"Yep" She grinned over her tea. "Need for speed…speed demon. Young turk…a member of one or more of the insurgent groups in Turkey in the late 19th century who rebelled against the absolutism of Ottoman rule and were often referred to as demons because of their penchant for rape, murder, torture etc etc"

Rodney gaped at her. "How do you know that?"

"I pretty much know everything demony.."

"Demony?"

"Uh huh"

"But they weren't really demons"

"Well, no one really knows. They could have been, or they could have been worshipping one or possessed by one"

"Demons are real?"

"Of course they are silly" She smiled innocently. "Where do you think all the things I fight come from?"

"Um, well.." He furrowed his brow. "..well, I never really thought about it. Huh"

"What is a demon?" Ronan raised a brow.

Violet looked at Cam. "Go ahead and explain Princess"

She nodded and shifted her gaze to her fellow sub. "The original and most powerful demons originated eons ago. They were godlike extra-dimensional beings called the Old Ones. The Old Ones lived on Earth during the Primordium Age after they were brought to there from their home dimensions. However, as time passed, new, mortal creatures began to appear on Earth and turn on and fight against the demons, and the Old Ones either retreated to other dimensions or interbred with humans, diminishing their powers through the generations. Now we're left with a bunch of cross-bred weirdos who try to take over the world and stuff"

"I really wish the bad guys would come up with a more original plan"

Violet grinned at Rodney. "Yeah, it can get a little old. But sometimes you get some who want to bring hell to Earth too"

"Cause that sounds so much more fun"

"What do they look like?" Ronan was eyeing her curiously.

"Um, there are different species, most have human characteristics because of the cross-breeding but with claws, or horns, or scales. Others are more monster-like, or resemble animals. Like the Sluks which are large black spiders"

"Great, something creepy made even more creepy"

Evan snorted and squeezed Rodney's shoulder. "Whats the weirdest you've seen?"

Violet looked thoughtful then grinned. "Gachnar"

"Gachnar?"

"Uh huh, he called himself the Dark Lord of Nightmares and the Bringer of Terror"

"Way to big yourself up"

"Yeah well, he needed to"

Cameron raised a brow. "Excuse me?"

"He was uh, little. Four inches…"

"Kitten.."

"Tall"

"Ah, ok" John sat back again. "Really?"

"Umhmm. We were meant to banish him but I accidentally stepped on him"

"Awesome" Her Dom rubbed the back of her neck.

"Giles yelled a lot"

Rodney tapped her knee. "What about the scariest?"

"I'm a Slayer, I don't get scared"

"Bullshit"

"Rodney.."

Violet smiled at him, she knew he knew he was pushing his luck tonight. The crossword thing must have got to him more than he realised. "B's gone up against some serious stuff in her time but for me..probably the Turok-Han"

"More than one of them?"

Violet nodded. "They're ancient powerful vampires, stronger and fiercer than regular vamps, kinda like what neanderthals are to humans. Sunlight and beheading kills them, but they're immune to crosses, and holy water only causes minor burns. Its also harder to stake them cause they have denser sternums, and they can enter your home without permission. They were the first thing I ever fought as a Slayer, thousands of them against twenty of us, including B"

"I thought there were hundreds of Slayer's?"

"Um yeah, there are. But that was the first fight, the day they activated our powers. The only ones there were those of us who had managed to make it to Sunnydale, something was killing off the potentials, a lot of us didn't get that far"

"Did it come after you?"

Violet nodded. "Yeah, killed my watcher, and the operative who was trying to help me escape"


The next day.

Violet stood and stared at the man in front of her, toothbrush still gripped in one hand. She tried not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, she was in sweatpants and vest, barefoot, with bed hair and holding a toothbrush, facing her ex-Dom. Then she tried not to think about how much trouble she was going to be in. Violet licked her lips, gaze flickering to the unconscious Hermoid and there was a reason for an inter-galactic war if ever she saw one. The Asgard did not like to be humiliated, or shot at.

"Remove your radio"

Violet sighed. "No"

"Now"

"I no longer answer to you Steven, and this is verging on the comedic, what could you hope to achieve by beaming me up here? I belong to Atlantis now, and my Dom is not going to be pleased when He discovers you interrupted my morning bathroom regime"

The man growled. "Your Dom is currently off-world, and this ship is due to leave in twenty minutes. That gives me plenty of time to make you see sense"

"Excuse me?"

"Eighteen days, and we are going to be spending a lot of time together"

"In the brig? When Colonel Ellis discovers you've stunned Hermoid and kidnapped a sub from the city he won't exactly be throwing a party in your honour Steven" Violet tried a small smile. "You're a good man, a good Dom, the Ori was a difficult time. I understand. If you send me back now no one will notice. This could end your career Steven"

"I have no worries regarding my career Violet, however I do when it comes to you staying in Atlantis, serving them, you got sick within your first two weeks"

"Entirely my fault, and could not have been predicted"

"Do not interrupt! It is disrespectful!"

Crap. Violet eyed him, either he'd been taken over by an alien parasite or the man had finally descended into madness. She reached for her ear and he raised his weapon.

"Don't make me hurt you Violet"

"You won't Steven" She pressed her earpiece.


"Mitchell"

"Cameron, I'm sorry to disturb you"

"Everything ok Princess?"

"Um, I am fine..and currently on board the Daedalus"

"What?!"

"He was most eager to speak with me.."

"Jesus fucking…"

"I am a little concerned…"

"I'm coming baby"


"Colonel Mitchell, I am about to give the order to depart. Is there a problem?"

"Damn right there is. Where the hell is Caldwell?!"

"Colonel.."

"He's taken Violet, she's on your ship"

"Shit, just….Hermoid is not responding"

"Get me on that ship Ellis"

"Sending sec teams to the transporter room. Stand by"

"Screw this" Cam turned to Elizabeth. "I'm taking a Jumper. You'll need to notify John"

"I get all the shit jobs"

He snorted in spite of the rising panic and sprinted out of the gateroom. As he settled into the pilot's seat his radio crackled.

"Mitchell"

"He's locked us out Mitchell. We're working on it"

"I'm coming in on a Jumper"

"You need to promise me you won't kill him"

"No fucking way"

"Mitch"

"Fine. But I'm beating the crap out of him"

"If your sub hasn't already done it"

"Shit"

He clicked his radio off. Violet could well be punished for laying hands on a Dom, even if it was in self-defence.

"Vi?"

"Princess, you hear me?"

"Crap. If you can hear me baby there are sec teams outside the transporter room's door, if you're there get to it if you can. I'm on my way. Don't lay a finger on Caldwell!"


Violet stepped around the console trying to keep as much distance between them as possible. When she'd radioed Cameron she had been sure that Steven wouldn't actually hurt her, or shoot her, but now she wasn't so sure. Her conversation with her House Dom had appeared to only increase the Colonel's anger and she had removed her radio to try to placate him. She would have no problem in taking him down but there was no way in hell she was being publicly flogged because of him.

Steven dropped the box he was holding and kicked it over to her, keeping his gun aimed at her head. She stayed still, no amount of Slayer healing ability would fix a shot between the eyes.

"Pick it up and open it"

"Steven…"

"You will address me as Sir" He glared at her. "Now do as you're told"

Violet stared at the box suspiciously. "What is it?"

"Your Collar"

She swallowed back the sick feeling. "I wear a Collar already"

"Not a full one"

"I am flattered but.."

"Pick it up and put it on!"

Violet raised a brow. "Subs do not remove or place their own Collar's Steven. That honour is for the Dom"

"You have given me no other choice Violet. Perhaps once it is round your neck you will be more inclined to listen to me. Your place is with me, I own you"

"Not any more"

He growled and clicked off the safety.


Colonel Ellis raised a brow as Mitchell ran around the corner, sliding to a stop outside the door. "Jesus Mitchell, you leave the engine running too?"

The other Dom growled at him.

"Hey, easy ok? Novak is nearly there with the door"

"Easy?!"

"You need to take a breath Cameron. Otherwise I can't let you in there"

"She's mine"

"And this ship is mine and I'll be damned if I have to stand in front of the board and try to explain why I let you kill a fellow Dom. Let me handle Caldwell, you get your sub"

"Abe.."

"You know I'm right Cam, this way it'll be easier to rid the SGC of him for good"

He watched as the other Dom took a breath. "Right, right, shit. I'm sorry Abe. I.."

"I understand Colonel, as you said she is yours. It can't be easy"

"Just think yourself lucky Sheppard is off world"

Ellis snorted. "Yeah, crazy fucker"

"It's done Sir" The engineer stepped back to allow the sec team to move into position.

"Good work Novak, thank you"

She nodded. "Of course"

As the door slid open Caldwell dropped, the gun he had been pointing at Violet falling from his hands. Kicking it away the sec team swarmed him, dragging him from the room. Cam made a vague mental note to ask O'Neill to send some Zats out to Atlantis, they'd come in handy, before stepping into the room, immediately going to Violet, crowding her against the wall.

"Cameron.."

He pushed his lips against hers, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in tight as his tongue forcefully claimed her mouth. She was warm and soft, pliant in his arms, and safe. As she moaned quietly he tried to pull her in impossibly closer, the sounds of the med team surrounding Hermoid fading into the background. After a few moments his brain helpfully informed him that he should probably stop unless he wanted to end up giving half the crew a show, he pulled back.

Violet blinked up at him, eyes a little glazed. "I'm sorry Cameron. I really don't mean for this shit to keep happening to me"

He snorted. "It's ok baby. Not your fault..again"

"I'm cursed"

"No..just really hot"

She smiled weakly. "Is John mad?"

"Probably"

His sub sighed and hid her face in his chest. "I'm not going to be able to sit for a week"

"Probably"

"Can I come stay with you?"

"No"

"You're mean"

"Uh huh, and you're very grateful for that"

Someone cleared their throat behind them. He twisted his head and glared at the now smirking Colonel Ellis. "Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard is on his way back to the city, I have been advised by Dr Weir that I may not wish to still have his sub on board when he arrives"

"Ah, crap"


John took a breath, eyes running over his sub hungrily taking in the long thin marks of his cane, the wider shorter ones of his flogger. He'd been holding back on playing out a full scene with Violet wanting to allow her to get back to full strength and to rebuild her trust of military Dom's but by taking her today Caldwell had made it impossible for him to resist any longer. She was his, and the white-hot rage that had coursed through his veins as Cam had wordlessly handed him the box holding the other Colonel's Ownership Collar had snapped his usual iron clad control.

If she hadn't been a Slayer he would have asked his House Dom's to keep her with them until his anger died down, it could be dangerous to play with those feelings clouding your judgement, but she could take it, had taken it. Her body occasionally shuddering with orgasm as she'd indulged in his instruction that she was to climax whenever she wished, and as often.

No longer bound to the hooks on his wall she was on her hands and knees with him buried deep inside the arse he'd promised to take as his own when she was ready. Violet clenched around him and John groaned quietly, she was so tight and the heat was exquisite. He leant forward and she whimpered softly. "Do you trust me my Kitten?"

"Yes John"

"Do you understand that I will always come for you?"

"Yes John"

"And I will never hurt you"

"I know John" Her voice was barely above a whisper now.

"What are you sub?"

"Your's John"

"Your's…Sir"

Violet shivered under his weight. "Yes..Sir"

He growled quietly, lips brushing over her ear before raising himself back up, hands caressing over soft skin, fingers curling around her hip bones. "You will cum on my command"

"Yes Sir"

Beginning with slow, lazy thrusts it soon became too much, the adrenaline from earlier and the hour he'd spent decorating his sub's skin with his marks had brought him too close to completion. At least he knew that Violet had taken more than enough pleasure from their play, this part didn't need to be a marathon. Increasing the force and speed of his thrusts John's fingers dug into her hips and he shifted to gain a better purchase on the bed. Then it was beautiful heat and friction, and the rippling of strong muscles around his dick, and Violet began to make heavenly little gasping sounds.

He closed his eyes and growled as he felt his body tighten, his stomach clench in anticipation. He tightened his grip even more, bringing up visions of perfect bruises in the shape of his fingers on her body, and let the last shred of his anger and fear drop away. "Now" Slamming into her he arched back as the first powerful waves of his orgasm hit, pulling her back onto him, trying to get impossibly deeper.

His climax began to verge on the painful as she joined him, locking down onto his dick, breathing his name, trembling in his grasp. Then the familiar and addictive feeling of that moment when your body releases you washed over him and he let go of her to brace himself on his hands as the tiny aftershocks rippled through his dick and spread out through his body.