Title: The Last Chance
Date: 20th November 2007
Author: Kazavid
Chapter: 2/9
Rating: M
Pairing: John Sheppard / OFC - Alex from (Doppelgänger – Mating Instinct – Didn't think...)
Archiving: None
Warnings: Sexual Content
Spoilers: Anything up to The Seer
Feedback: Yes
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Four days, five chances, to stop Atlantis from being destroyed. And he can't tell anyone what he knows, or what he's doing. Is Sheppard up to the task, can he stop the destruction of Atlantis and save everyone he cares about.
The Last Chance
Chapter 2
4 Days Before Atlantis is Destroyed
"John, can you hear me?" someone was shaking him.
"Mm...go away." he said, shrugging his shoulder, as he snuggled down in to the, cold, hard floor. Cold! Hard floor! What the hell... he opened his eyes to take a peek.
"You feeling okay?" Alex was leaning over him. He looked around, Teyla was on the other side, Ronon and McKay were standing near his feet, watching with quizzical expression on their faces.
"I feel fine." he pulled himself up in to a sitting position, and looked at his surroundings, all he could see were trees, where the hell was he.
"What happened?" Alex asked him.
He stared at her, what did she mean 'what happened' didn't she know, shouldn't she be telling him what had happened.
"What do you mean?" he asked evasively.
"You fainted." McKay said, smiling when John glared at him.
"How many times do I have to tell you McKay, I don't..." John started to state loudly, but before he could finish, McKay butt in.
"Oh that's right, you don't faint, you pass out." he said in a teasingly, sarcastic tone.
John glared at him as he moved his head closer to Alex, "Did I pass out?" he asked her quietly.
"You were walking ahead of us and you just... collapsed." she told him, she'd almost said fainted, but she knew how sensitive he was over the word.
"Where are we?"
"This is Haltia, one of the planets that McKay found in Atlantis' data base." Alex said frowning at him, surely he couldn't have forgotten. She put her hand on the back of his head and rubbed her fingers, feeling for a bump, wondering if he'd banged his head when he'd fallen, she found nothing.
"We're on Haltia already?" he was a little shocked by this. Damn, it didn't give him much time. He knew he had to stop Ronon from killing a Wraith, why he had to do this he wasn't too sure about at the moment, all he could remember was how important this was.
"What do you mean, already?" Alex asked.
"Oh, nothing, for a moment I just forgot where we were."
"Can you get up?" Teyla asked him.
"Of course I can get up, I'm fine." he quickly picked himself up off the floor.
Alex and Teyla hovered around him for a few seconds.
"I'm fine." he told them, "Really." he added, but they still hovered.
He pushed passed the both of them and started walking along the path. After a few minutes of walking he began remembering the other time that they'd walked alone here. It was along this path that they encountered the Wraith, he wasn't sure when exactly they met the Wraith, his memory of it hadn't completely returned yet.
"Sheppard, we've got company." Ronon suddenly announced.
"Ronon..." John shouted as he saw Ronon aiming his blaster at a Wraith.
A stunner blast just missed John by inches, he dropped to ground, and began firing back at the Wraith. He recalled that Ronon took out more than one Wraith, and he didn't know which Wraith he was supposed to stop him from killing.
He looked around for Ronon and saw him taking off after a couple of Wraith, he was just about to follow him when Teyla shouted.
"Colonel, behind you."
He turned just in time to shoot at the Wraith guard, before it shot him. He was going to get himself killed if he didn't stop trying to analyse what was going to happen. Why the hell wasn't he given more time to do this, especially since it was the most important one. He hadn't been given enough time to get his bearing, let alone stop Ronon from doing what came instinctively to him.
It took ages before they killed the remaining Wraith, as soon as the last one fell John took off after Ronon. He remembered Ronon had managed to corner a Wraith, and then he'd taken great pleasure in baiting, and taunting, the thing before killing it. He just hoped that this was the particular Wraith he had to stop him from killing, because it was the last one that Ronon had killed.
John was some distance away from Ronon, but he could see him standing in front of the Wraith, he had his gun lowered and he was waiting for the Wraith to move. When the Wraith moved to the side - intending to escape - Ronon dodged to the same side, he smiled when his action caused the Wraith to stop. He raised his gun and fired a shot to the other side of the Wraith, making it side step away from the shot.
John quickly ran towards Ronon as he saw him raise his blaster and point it at the Wraith, he tried to think of what excuse he could give for not wanting it dead.
"Ronon, I need to talk to that thing, before you kill it." he shouted out before Ronon pulled the trigger.
"Talk to it, what for?" Ronon asked incredulously.
"I just do." he said, giving nothing away.
Ronon turned his head to look at Sheppard, he was curious as to why Sheppard wanted to talk to the Wraith. Ronon turned his head back and saw the Wraith darting away, he growled and aimed his blaster at it. Just as he was pulling the trigger, John knocked his arm down, causing him to miss.
"What the hell's wrong with you, I told you I wanted to talk to it." John shouted at him.
"What's wrong with me? That thing's getting away, so if we don't kill it, we'll be overrun with Wraith within minutes." Ronon bit out, then took off after it. By the time John caught up with him the Wraith was dead.
"Damn it, Ronon! All I asked for is one lousy Wraith, that's all I needed!" he snarled angrily, damn it, why couldn't he have just listened to him for once. All he had to do was hold off from killing the damn thing and everything would have been fine.
"It's just a Wraith." Ronon said flatly.
"Yeah, and don't I wish that were true." John muttered quietly under his breath. He looked down at the dead Wraith and tried to remember what had happened the first time.
"What's that?" McKay asked, pointing at an object that the Wraith wore around it's neck.
Ronon bent down and tugged the necklace from the dead Wraith, he looked at the piece of metal that was threaded on to a strip of leather, then he tossed it to McKay. John suddenly recalled the voice talking about an artefact, he then remembered everything he'd been told.
"What is it?" he asked, but he already knew that this was the first piece of the artefact. If Ronon hadn't killed the Wraith, they never would have found this thing. He watched as McKay became engrossed in the intricately designed symbols that were etched on to the surface of the metal.
"Whatever it is, this looks like it's just a piece of it." McKay said waving the shard of metal in the air.
"It's probably nothing," John said nonchalantly, "It could even be a Wraith homing device, it might lead them straight to us." he said playing on McKay's fear. "I think you'd better leave it here." he was hoping he could get McKay to throw it away.
"This isn't Wraith technology, I've never seen anything like it before."
"If you've never seen it before, how do you know it isn't Wraith." Sheppard tried to reason.
"I'd bet my life on it, there is no way this thing is Wraith."
Sheppard knew he wasn't going to succeed in getting McKay to throw the blasted thing away, so he gave up. Well he still had four more chances, he'd just have to try harder with the next one.
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In the Jumper heading back to Atlantis, John was thinking about the next four days. He remembered most things, but some of it was still hazy, the voice had told him he'd remember the four days, but he knew he wasn't remembering everything, something was missing, but he didn't know what.
"So what did you want to speak to the Wraith about?" McKay asked him while they were still in the Jumper.
"Forget it, it was nothing." Sheppard said dismissively.
"It must have been something, come on what was it?"
"I said forget it McKay."
"But, surely you..."
"DROP IT!" Sheppard retorted sharply, causing everyone to stare at him.
"Sleepless nights catching up with him?" Teyla whispered to Alex.
Alex grimaced at Teyla, "Probably." she whispered back, she turned her head to look at John, wondering if his little fainting spell had something to do with why he was so short tempered. Because she certainly knew it wasn't sleepless nights.
They got back to Atlantis and had a briefing with Colonel Carter. When they mentioned the shard of metal they'd taken from the dead Wraith, she insisted that McKay have the thing checked for any kind of energy signature. And she wanted his assurance that it really wasn't a homing beacon, or any other kind of Wraith technology.
Carter also insisted that John got looked at by Doctor Keller, she wanted to make sure he wasn't sick, and that he hadn't picked up any bugs while he was off world. Doctor Keller gave him the all clear.
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Alex went to pick the baby up from the baby minder, and take him back to their quarters. As soon as she entered their quarters John lifted the baby from her arms.
"Hey there fella." he said as he began teasing and lifting Aaron up in the air. The baby was now five months old, and he responded to John's antics by smiling and gurgling.
"I wouldn't do too much of that if I were you, not when you're just about to feed him." Alex said, smiling when John pulled a face.
"You wouldn't throw up on your dad, would you." he said, cradling his son in his arms.
He had to stop himself from dwelling on the fact that in a few days he could lose all this, Alex, Aaron, everyone on Atlantis... he closed his eyes trying to push the thought to the back of his mind for a while.
He sat down in the chair, holding the baby against his chest, he picked up the bottle of formula and began feeding Aaron. He enjoyed feeding the baby, found it relaxing, and it was another way for him to feel close to his son.
Before he'd drunk the full bottle of formula, Aaron fell asleep, so John put him in his cot and walked on to the balcony to join Alex.
Standing behind her, he draped his arms around her and pulled her back till she was leaning against his chest, he rubbed his cheek against her hair and kissed her. They didn't need to say anything, they were comfortable just holding one another.
The thoughts he'd tried to push to the back of his mind kept surfacing, kept playing in his mind, and he couldn't shake it. He'd already thought about trying to evacuate everyone off Atlantis, but he knew, without being told, that if he attempted to do something like that, everything would be over much sooner.
"Come to bed." he had a sudden need to be with her, wanted to forget about the horror of what would happen if he didn't manage to stop, or change things.
He undressed her and pushed her back on the bed, then watched her, as she watched him undressing. He found it very arousing watching her watch him, she looked at him with so much desire, and longing in her eyes, it made him feel special.
He rested on the bed, beside her, letting his hands explore, stroking, kissing, caressing, every single inch of her skin. He began kissing his way down her body, lingering on her breasts until she was writhing with pleasure. He slowly worked his way down her body using his mouth, placing kisses, and licking his tongue over her soft, silken skin. Nudging her thighs apart, he moved to settle between them, he placed several small kissed on and around her sex, smiling when she squirmed with ecstasy at his touch.
He rubbed his thumb against her clitoris, slicking it back and forth across her, giving just the right amount of pressure to have her writhing and moaning for release. Then he lowered his mouth down and dipped his tongue in, parting the delicate folds, and tasting her. He stroked his tongue across her, over and over till she cried out that she couldn't take any more. He knew she could take more, so he carried on teasing her until she began to jerk her hips against him. As soon as he flicked his tongue across her sensitive clitoris, he brought her to a climax.
He began kissing his way back up her body, intending to make love to her, but before he could slide his erection in to her, she switched their positions. He was flat on his back and Alex was kissing her way down his body. Her mouth found his most sensitive spot, and he found himself grabbing handfuls of bed sheet as her mouth engulfed him. Her tongue was hot and soft against his shaft as she stroked and sucked her way along the whole length. She kept up the onslaught of pleasure until he couldn't take any more, he dragged her up, turning till she was beneath him, and thrust his erection inside her.
Holding her tightly, he pressed his face in to the curve of her neck, he didn't want her to look to closely in to his eyes, didn't want her to see the horror and pain that he knew she'd see there, because he couldn't seem to erase it from his thoughts. He bit back a moan as he drove in to her, over and over, trying to erase the painful memories of what had happened. He just wanted a few moments without knowing that all this could end.
When Alex began to climax, and he felt her trembling in his arms, he was able to find his own release. The shattering pulse of pleasure, as he came, gave him those few precious moments that he needed, to forget about everything, except what he was feeling right now.
Alex fell asleep in his arms, but he stayed awake till the early hours of the morning, trying to remember everything the voice had told him, trying to come up with ways to change things. It sounded simple and straightforward, but he knew it wasn't going to be like that, nothing ever was that simple.
TBC...
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