Yoyi's notes: Hello there! Chapter WITHOUT beta, meaning horrific English and confusing plot, so any correction or suggestion will gladly be accepted. Expect some OoC. I don't own SGU nor it's characters. This is for fans. Enjoy!

Chapter's Notes: In this chapter you will find blood, swearing, a person being cut open, And, slash things happens.

6: In which some wildness happens.

He was smelling something. There was a scent under his nose that annoyed him. That smell... It wasn't sour, not sweet, it wasn't musk either, nor human's body odour. It was insistent, almost like he couldn't smell anything different. He sniffed the air around him, following the scent, trying to figure out where it came from.

The smell had woken up him from his nap so he was barefoot, wearing a rumpled and unbuttoned shirt and his trousers, with holes on the knees and the back, hanging low on his hips. He didn't pay any attention to were he was headed, only followed his nose, sniffing the air. Suddenly he felt nausea and lost valance. One of his hands found the bulkhead, steadying him. How bad he was feeling now! He needed to rest, he took a seat on the floor, breathing uneven. He needed air.

Time passed. When he felt better he got to his feet and went back to his quarters. He needed his nap.

/0/

Going through the gate to gather fresh fruit, new seeds and medicinal plants wasn't as funny when you knew there were lizard-like creatures as big as horses. In other planets there was a big crowd of people wanting to go; in this one, they were short of volunteers. That was the only and one reason why Col. Young let Dr. Rush go with them, against TJ's advices.

But Rush, when he wanted, could be a persuasive bastard, and he have learned to push the correct strings to get TJ to agree with him, at some degree. Now was one of those occasion when he got what he wanted. TJ concealed only if he had Lt. James and herself at his heels like a guardian dogs. And he was forbidden to wander off on his own, get caught by the giant lizards or split from the group.

Lt. Scott was against it too. He would have preferred Rush to stay in the ship -not that the ship was less dangerous than the planet, but it gave the sense of protection-, but Rush was adamant on going to the planet. He was silent as death while walking beside TJ, not stepping on dry branches, steady in every step, walking slowly. It seemed as if he was learning how to move like a soldier. That made Matt feel proud -of what, he didn't know.

In the end, they could get samples, seeds, fruit and some meat without too much trouble. The giant lizards didn't pay attention to them as long as they weren't disturbed. Which was a relief, looking at how fast they were when hunting their preys, some kind of enormous birds -"We have eggs, yay!", had yelled one of the soldiers when they found the nests.

Right after they came back to the ship, Rush was instantly surrounded by people, shielding him from Matt. One of them was Chloe, who glanced at him briefly after turning away, taking Rush with her, while TJ, Camile and Lisa worked as a wall between them. Matt wanted to say something but only shut his mouth and looked away.

It angered him that another one of the shield was Eli, until Lisa took him apart and made him split up with the main group. Other scientist approached them and in matter of seconds Rush was too far to reach. Matt sighed, a little disappointed. He needed to talk with Rush... and needed it to be only a talk.

Last time he had tried to talk it had ended in another completely different thing. That's why he needed to talk with Rush. Only talk. But... about what? He had said all that what he needed to say. Maybe if Rush would goddammit answer him, or if Matt could understand what was the man thinking. He kissed him back, he reacted to him, but Matt was so sure Rush had a lover. If not, how did he got that hickey on his neck? He couldn't have done that himself. If was physically impossible. Unless... unless that wasn't a hickey.

Matt sighed again and shook his head. He had things to do, better to get started now than latter.

/0/

After some more data was processed, they decided to make a camp on the planet. The crew would go down in small parties to relax and to gather things, with the sharp vigilance of the military to ensure the safety. Though none of the creatures had bothered them, it was still a possibility that it would be some dangerous ones who hadn't show up themselves yet.

There were two teams sent to recollect goods. One was in charge of food, water and medicinal plants; the other was gathering wood, seeds, dirt and minerals. Sergeant Ronald Greer was in charge of Team Blue, in which Lisa Park was too. He glanced at her more that what he should. He knew. And that was dangerous being as the bugs from this planet were big, awfully big. And dangerous. His team was collecting rocks, plants and sticks. Lisa was giving orders depending on which sound came from the device she was holding in her hands.

Really useful, even when she was blind. She and Volker were the ones in charge of that particular thing. Ronald frowned, he didn't like how Volker stared at Lisa. Nope, not a one bit. It irked him. Like a particular fly that won't let you sleep on a summer day. Not that he was comparing Volker to a fly. Or maybe he was but...

A low rumble got his attention to his left. He rose his weapon in a heart-beat, pointing to where the sound came. But as fast as he was, the creature was faster. He shoot. It growled and another one came out. Orders were yelled. People threw things while running. They retreated, firing weapons, protecting the civilians.

You have to protect them, you are their only and one chance to survive. You can't feel fear. Colonel Young counts on you to protect them. You have to protect them, he thought, repeating it like a mantra. It all happened way too fast. But in the blink of an eye, they all were aboard the ship, the 'Gate shut down.

TJ and he new medical team were assisting those who got wounds. Some fell to their knees trying to escape. Ronald breathed, he felt calmer now. He counted, searching for some missing face. None. He breathed again, frowning. It was difficult. And why was the ship moving this fast? He felt something warm on his stomach, dripping down. Someone screamed, he looked around. Several people were staring at him. One of TJ's team came running to him.

He closed his eyes.

/0/

They passed from paradise to total hell in less than a nanosecond. Those creatures, cat-like giant monsters, attacked them when they felt most comfortable. Greer was the first one to react. Inman fired second, then James, then Becker. It was all a mess. Scientist screamed throwing things, falling down, screaming in their way back to the Stargate ring. One of the things got Greer.

They fell to the dirt. It was on top of him trying to bite his head off. James shot it, aiming for the head, the bullet going through the eye to the brain. It was dead in a heart-beat. Greer got up and shot too. They all were screaming.

"FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS! EAT THIS, YOU SHIT!"

A big explosion, someone threw a grenade. Blood splashed.

Scott was at the 'Gate, dialling only when it was safe. Keeping the people safe. Last team, Greer's team, came at last. It seemed like some had twisted ankles or wrists. Some had blood. They all came running. Greer faced his back and shot again. He was the last one crossing the 'Gate.

"Fuck!"

"Shit! What was that? I thought this place was safe, for fuck's sake!"

"They looked like cheetahs."

"Is everybody all right?"

"The medic team is coming."

"We are already here, those who hit your heads come here, sprained over there, bleeding injuries to there."

People were regrouping, counting what was lost. At first, everybody looked the same: exhausted, frightened, injured, but safe. Scott saw it, Greer was falling. He couldn't get to him before he fell, but another one did.

The floor surrounding him was covered in blood. His blood. He was taken to the infirmary. People screamed.

"Take me with him! Take me with him!" was screaming Park. They all were surprised.

In the infirmary Greer was stripped. He had a really bad looking and very deep injury. That thing had opened him. It was a luck he was wearing his military vest, because it prevented his guts from falling out. It was a wonder how these aliens got to cut his stomach without tearing his clothes. TJ sent someone to get an expert from the Earth, but didn't wait for him or her to came, she started to clean the wounds.

She searched for some organs that could be ripped. Greer's intestines where exposed, but luckily enough they weren't too damaged. She could fix it. She just needed the right help. Internally, she was grateful to Eli and Rush for the equipment. If it weren't for them, she was sure she wouldn't be able to use any of the devices in the infirmary.

"Ron, don't worry, you will be okay. You'll see," she whispered, more to herself than to the unconscious soldier.

Outside, people waited for news. Hours passed, but nobody came out. Colonel Young was there, steadier than ever. He felt guilty of what had happened. He should have been there, with his people, protecting them. Instead, he had been doing other frivolous things. It irked him to no end to think that this could have been avoided if he had been there. Somehow, he thought he was responsible of Greer's injuries, as if he had done them himself. He knew that were nonsenses, but that was only deep down, where he actually couldn't hear it.

"He will be okay. He is a strong one," someone said.

Yes, he hoped it. Ronald Greer was like weed, difficult to get rid of.

/0/

Several hours before

He called Rush to his quarters. And, surprisingly enough, he came. He was like a walking disaster. Clothes rumpled. He had gained some weight by now, though he was still too skinny. Under his eyes he had shadows of not resting well, and the way he narrowed them made Young wonder if he had a headache. It probably was that. A headache. Why did he came here if he was having a headache?

He watched all his movements as if he tried to burnt them into his retinas. He started to hate it. When was all of this going to end? All these make-up feelings. They were all fake, made up by the devilish device. He didn't have time to feel these things about another man, less if the so called man was Rush of all people. Dammit! He looked like he needed a hug. And Young wanted to give him one.

"Well? What is it, Colonel?"

"Take a seat, please."

"I'd rather not. I have to go back to work."

"Yes... work. It's always work with you, isn't it? Lot of work."

"Why did you call me?" Rush was positively sounding pissed. He had his arms crossed and was giving him that look. In a rush, isn't he?

"Lieutenant Scott asked me a personal favour before going down to the planet. I'm eager to help my people, but I don't like being treated as a postman, I am not one. So please, next time you two want to exchange letters, use another way."

He then took the letter Matt had written for Rush. The colonel could see the annoyance in the face of the man standing in front of him. Yes, he was really annoyed. Not because he was called for this, not for the letter, not for the person who wrote it. He was annoyed because he was thinking this was a totally unnecessary waste of paper. Young could read that on his face as if it was written on his forehead with red ink.

"Where the heck did he got paper?"

"Good question." He paused, relishing in the feeling of keeping the man annoyed but interested on his person. Rush surely thought he knew the answer. "Ask him yourself."

Rush raised one brow. And he had his lips partially parted, just an inch. It wasn't something so noticeable, but for one reason or another Young could see it. He tried to focus again in the man and not in parts of him. Rush's face was another question.

"You are saying that because you don't know or you don't want to tell?"

Young tried not to smile. "Does it matter?"

"Maybe not. Give me that thing, please."

Sure, he would. In a minute. He liked this. He actually had some kind of power over Rush. Because Rush wanted the letter. Not for it's content, but for itself. Rush wanted the paper, to use it to write his equations, or to give it to Eli so Math-Boy could write his own. Or maybe to give it to Chloe. Amusing.

"What if I said I wanted something in return?"

"Then you ask Lt. Scott for that, since he was the one who wanted to deliver it through you and not me. So, please."

Rush had a hand extended in front of him, palm up. The other hand was still in the same position that it was when he had his arms folded. How pretty. But the furrow of his face, the little twitch on his cheek, and his still parted lips, made him want to piss him off a little bit more. To push the matter, just a bit, just one more time.

"No, really, what will you give me in return?"

Rush didn't look confused. He looked annoyed. He withdrew his hand, folded again his arms and looked down. Then sighed.

"What the hell do you want? I'm busy, so please stop wasting my time."

This time, Young smiled. Yep, a wide smile crossed his face, and it was still there when Rush looked up. He was frowning. But in matter of seconds he relaxed his facial expression and then, smiled back.

That took Young unguarded. Seconds, just a few seconds and Rush reached and took away the letter from his hands. His fingers didn't brush his own. Disappointing. He wanted contact with the man. He knew that much by now. Of course it had taken time, and Telford joking about it, for him to realise it. When he figures out how that device works, how to deactivate it, then I'll go back to normal. Just hang in there, Everett, he thought.

Rush opened the envelope right there. More annoyance. He could read on his face that he though the envelope being another unnecessary way of wasting precious paper. His eyes were focused on the lines written there. But shortly after he started reading they stopped.

/0/

Being there trapped with Col. Young wasn't what he expected when he was called to have a little reunion to talk about Destiny's course. Young didn't talk after he got the letter from his hand, only stared at him while he read it.

But Rush wasn't reading it, not really, just analysing what Young was trying to do. What was he pursuing? The little time-consuming chat he tried to have with him before, not taking his eyes from him. Did he wanted to read his facial expressions while he focused on the letter? The thought made him want to laugh, because he wasn't going to read it right there. So Young could stare all what he wanted.

"I'll assume that there's all you wanted me here for, Colonel, and go back to work," he said, voice quiet, folding the paper and putting it in a safe place inside his pocket.

Young didn't answered right away. Rush looked at him and the colonel tilted his head while narrowing his eyes.

"What now? What's bothering you? What do you want?" he asked the colonel. Really, he wanted to go back to his quarters. He wasn't that busy, but the free time he had now was for resting, not for playing silly games with Young.

"What do you want, Rush?"

The scientist blinked, slowly. "What do you mean?"

"What do you want to do about all of this?" Young moved a hand. "What do you want to get from this situation?"

"I beg you pardon?" Rush was feeling lost here.

"What will you do after the baby is born?"

Ah!

That, he wasn't expecting. He must be showing it on his face, because Young's face changed. He wasn't called here to talk about Destiny's course, nor about the letter, but about his actual condition. He felt rage rising inside him.

"Why do you care?"

"Because I do." Young stepped closed. "This isn't only about you, Rush. This will change Matt's life, TJ is obviously involved in it. This will change the whole crew. After the first baby there will be more. So I'll ask again, what will you do next?"

Rush didn't answered. He looked away, gasping. This question, he had been evading to look after the answer. What now? He didn't know. Not now. He... looked at Young, finding his gaze on him.

"This baby will make people realise we'll be here longer than we actually think. Going back home will be more difficult than what they want to believe."

Rush looked away again, feeling his cheeks hotter than before. "I am working on it. And Eli, and Chloe. We... we are working..."

"But until you figure out how to do that, the rest will be trapped here, with a baby. A new generation. Wondering if they too should have their own children. We will have more mouths to feed, and they will need more attention than anything. That will slow down all our work. What...?"

"I want you to leave me alone until I can deal with this," Rush cut. "I don't need you to tell me that. I know, I know. And, honestly, I don't want to discuss this with you, colonel. I can't deal with this on my own and I would like people to stop adding weight on my shoulders. I have a lot on my plate. I can't deal with it. I can feel my body changing, I can feel it all too much. I want to be left alone and I'm sure I don't need..."

He hadn't realised that he was shaking until Young wrapped his arms around him, nor the tears that were now soaking into Young's t-shirt. He hated it. He always had to feel so vulnerable, so raw in front of Young. He hated it. Why was always Young? Why couldn't it be anybody else? But what he hated most was that he craved for his arms. He needed the contact.

Rush hugged back.

"I don't want this," he whispered, between sobs.

"I can see that." Young was rubbing him, doing circles in the small of his back with one hand, and back and ford between his shoulder blades with the other.

If he didn't know better, he could swear he felt Young kissing his temples.

"I don't want you," Rush said, looking at Young. He was crying. He was never a crybaby. Why now? Frustrating. "I need someone," he continued, almost breathless, tear-drops falling still from his eyes. Young didn't move, even his hands stopped. "This would be the right moment for you to kiss me."

Young did. And drew him closer, tightening his arms around him and swallowed a sigh Rush made.

"What do you need from me?" Young's voice was hoarse.

"I don't know."

"You don't know or you don't want to tell?"

Rush stared at him, weighing his answers. "I don't want to tell."

"Because you don't even know" Young nodded before kissing him again. This time, more heated.

Their bodies flushed together. Young lead Rush to his bed, where he laid him on his back, without breaking the kiss. Rush felt Young's weight over him, his body heat, his warm hands skimming through his clothes, touching him as if he wanted to remember every inch of his skin.

Young left his mouth and went for the neck.

"This has been driving me insane for a while now," he whispered, hot breath over his skin.

Rush moaned when he felt his wet tongue followed by teeth.

"What?" asked Rush, trying to focus on what was Young saying and not what he was doing.

"You have this fucking mole here," Young said between bites and licks. "I had been thinking so much about it lately. I wanted to do this for a long time now."

"How... how long" Rush voice went high in the last word when Young bit him too hard.

"I don't want to remember now that I have it for myself."

They kissed again. Young's tongue invaded his mouth, exploring, tasting him, maybe too forceful. But it was okay. It didn't matted that his saliva run down his chin. It didn't matter that both of them groaned in the kiss. It didn't matter that Young's body was tense under his hands, muscles tightening.

And, suddenly, Rush had a really bad idea. The worst part was that he said that idea out loud. "Fuck me."

"Yes."

Young opened the shirt he was wearing, almost tearing it. Some buttons came flying. Rush moaned, shivering in anticipation at the sight of Young looking at his exposed chest. The colonel drew his head sticking out his tongue. It made contact with the lower part of the surgical scar there, and danced up, slowly.

Rush felt his kisses, his tongue, his teeth all over his chest and neck. He enjoyed all of them. But what came as a surprise was when he sucked one of his nipples. He didn't expect to feel it that way, the rush of pleasure that run over him. He was sure he made a weird sound. But either Young ignored it, or liked it, because he didn't stop. He even went for the other nipple, biting this time.

"Oh god!" Rush hushed, hands deep on Young's curly hair, drawing him closed, arcing his back.

But he needed more, so he forced Young away from his body and gripped his t-shit, hauling it over the colonel's head. He had lost weight as the rest of them, but his muscles were still in shape. Rush run his fingers over the skin in front of him, then directed his hands towards his hair and pulled him closer to kiss him. Their chests touched, hot wet skin against hot dry skin.

Young laid over him again, but this time Rush was the one biting his neck.

"I'm going to regret this," whispered Rush between pants when Young took away his trousers and underwear.

"Latter, not now.," said Young before coming back to the bed, completely naked now.

/0/

It had been so hard. She was still shaking, but with the stones they got a surgery expert and Ronald was now resting, a huge bandage around his torso. Lisa Park was right beside him, trembling and crying.

On the far end of the infirmary Chloe was still hugging Matt so tight she could be choking him. But Matt's arms were circling Chloe's waists in a tight embrace too. They kept silent for another half an hour.

"I thought I could lose you," said Chloe at last.

"The only thing I could think when I was there was that... I wanted to see you again."

That surprised Chloe. She thought Matt would think of his future child, not about her.

"Really?"

They locked their eyes. Matt was still pale from the fright of losing his friend. "Of course."

She could only trust him. His eyes, his words, it all seemed so true, so real.

"What about Rush? Your baby?"

"I... I didn't remembered it. You were my only and one thought. Chloe... I... I am sorry. I love you. I love you so much."

They kissed.

"Don't ever leave me again or I'll kick your ass."

Colonel Young smiled to himself when he heard that. He was there to check on Greer. TJ said that after the night he would be out of danger. He looked up from Greer's face and saw Rush there too. He was looking at him, expression guarded. Then, he looked away. Young followed his gaze. He was looking at Matthew and Chloe.

When Young looked again towards Rush, he was gone.

/0/

Over his desk, the letter rested, crumpled.

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