MSG – 7
Month Three
Hank stared at the data on the monitor in front of him and formulated his presentation in his head. The noise of the infirmary played out around him like a perfectly intoned march, rarely missing a beat and accompanied by the occasional laugh or shriek. The pace had become music to his ears… different from the chaotic emergency room of his past … yet welcomed in his day to day life.
Hank clicked through the data again and glanced down at his watch. He had fifteen minutes to get up to Mr. Woolsey's office for the conference call with Stargate Command. He transferred the data to a tablet and pushed back from his desk, just as Divya walked around the corner.
"Divya," Hank called out to her as she headed in the opposite direction. He was sure she was avoiding him today. "Do you have a minute for your follow up check?"
"Ah, sure," she muttered.
The look of hesitation didn't go unnoticed by Hank. He picked up her chart and headed across the room to the nearest empty bed, motioning for her to sit down. Hank went through the physical exam quickly and then sat back on the next bed to talk test results with her.
"Your iron levels are back to a normal range and your sugar levels are good. How have you been feeling?"
"Better," she replied.
"And your sessions with Dr. Goldburg?" Hank prompted even though he already knew the answer. He had strongly suggested some sessions with the base psychologist after her incident the previous month. Dr. Goldburg had given him a status report this morning and she seemed to be making good progress. The stress of her broken engagement and the damaged relationship with her parents was eating at her. Talking about it with an unbiased third party seemed to be helping. Divya's overall health and disposition were improving.
"Helping," she answered simply.
"Ah huh," Hank remarked. He knew that she knew he had spoken to Goldburg, so he decided to drop it. "Having any dizzy spells, nausea, or panic attacks that I don't know about?"
"Not that I could get away with you, Evan and John watching me like a gaggle of hawks. No dizziness or fainting spells and no nausea," Divya reported. "Truly Hank, I'm feeling much better."
"And you would tell me if you weren't?" Hank prompted her cautiously.
"Yes, Hank," she agreed reluctantly.
"Good, I want you to stay on the regiment for now. I'll check it again in a month and if the results are the same, we'll discuss a different therapy," he replied glancing at his watch. "Oh, I have to go. I have that meeting with Woolsey," Hank said picking up the tablet. "Lunch later?" he called to her walking toward his desk. He logged off his monitor as Divya talked in the background.
"I thought you were having lunch with Major Teldy," Divya remarked.
"Right," Hank chuckled. "So many women, so little time," he added as he walked out of the infirmary. Hank cruised down the corridor heading to the gate room and shook his head at her comment. He had been looking forward to lunch with Anne all morning, so how was it that just minutes before his little presentation could he forget about the gorgeous brunette. I hope Divya doesn't tell Teldy I forgot, he thought as he made his way up the steps. Naahh… that's more Evan's style, he added heading toward the conference room.
Twenty minutes into his spiel he could tell he was faced with a tough audience. Rodney's lip was curled and Hank could tell he was ready to go off on him at any given moment. Major Lorne and Major Rivers, both sitting in for Colonel Sheppard, had varied expressions on their faces. Hank's proposal was nothing new to them since he had consulted both over the past two weeks. However, today, Lorne looked perplexed as he mulled the idea over in his head and Rivers face was a blank slate. Only Woolsey seemed to be remotely interested in considering the idea, while Mitchell and O'Neil sat expressionless on the other side of the Stargate.
After several minutes of silence, Colonel Mitchell finally spoke up. "Are you talking about the general's golfing buddy?"
"Yes," Hank and O'Neill replied in unison.
"Oh for the love of god!" Rodney cried. "This is all about someone's golfing buddy?"
"No. This is about a patient with an incurable disease on Earth that might be saved by someone in the Pegasus Galaxy," Hank countered making eye contact with most of the room.
"Saved by someone, namely Todd, who has a questionable track record with us," Major Lorne piped in.
"He was helpful during our last encounter," Woolsey remarked.
"Wait, wait, wait," Rodney interrupted. "Yeah, he was helpful in our last joint mission, so what? The three before that were rather questionable, or did you forget he threatened to eat you?" Rodney questioned Woolsey. "Besides, after Sheppard so graciously released him and we haven't heard from him," he added.
"That isn't exactly true," Hank said looking across the room to Major Rivers.
"What? We've had contact with Todd?" McKay asked with a stunned expression on his face.
"Not contact exactly," Rivers explained. "We just know where he is. We kinda found him by accident on our last off world trip."
"And you decided not to tell anyone?" Rodney asked indignantly. He looked glared at Rivers and Lorne from across the room. "Isn't that a breach of security?"
"We filed a report with Mr. Woolsey and the Colonel," Lorne countered simply.
"Okay," Rodney replied slowing getting irritated that he was left out of the loop. "But how is Todd going to help us? Huh? He has been cured of the need to feed."
"The colonies are still reporting wraith attacks," Woolsey stated matter-o-factly.
"Three villages on M47-965 were attacked by wraith in the past month," Lorne added.
"Normal blood-sucking wraith?" Rodney asked with an incredulous expression on his face.
"Yes, Doctor McKay," Rivers retorted with annoyance. "Just the run of the mill wraith."
"Uh, I didn't think they existed anymore," Rodney replied. "I thought we had wiped them out with the Michael's vaccine."
"Apparently not," Rivers answered.
"So how exactly do you plan to proceed?" Mitchell asked from Stargate Command.
"If I'm allowed to bring the patient to Atlantis, we'll make contact with Todd and ask for his assistance…" Hank began to say with Rodney cut him off.
"What? You can't be serious! What are you just going to ask him if he knows some hungry wraith to eat your friend and then restore him?" Rodney questioned throwing his arms up in the air.
"Yes Rodney," Hank replied gruffly. "In a nut shell, that's exactly what I plan to do."
The entire room watched the color drain from McKay's face as the answer reverberated through his head.
"There is no way Sheppard is going to go for that," Rodney argued as he tried to pick his jaw up on the floor.
"We've already discussed it with the Colonel and he signed off on it," Lorne pointed out.
"Unbelievable," Rodney muttered under his breath.
"Dr. Lawson, this seems to be a somewhat unorthodox procedure, however, it's par for the course in Pegasus. No pun intended," O'Neill remarked through the link. "I'll grant you some latitude with it. As you pointed out, the worst that could happen is you kill the patient … but by the sound of it, he doesn't have much time left anyway. I'll make the necessary security arrangements for you."
"Thank you General O'Neill," Hank replied with a slight grin on his face. That was the easy part, Hank thought settling in a chair to discuss the logistics with the team. Now I need to convince Boris this is the way to go.
…~…
"Hey Divya! Hank's going back to Earth," Evan announced to the physician's assistant as he rounded the corner in the med lab. He caught Divya Katdara and Colonel Sheppard mid kiss and watched the pair step away from each other quickly. However, it didn't even faze Evan who barely skipped a beat. "Are you going with him?"
"Hank's going back to Earth?" Divya repeated sheepishly. She avoided eye contact with Evan. "Whatever for?"
"He has some appointment with Boris," Evan said pulling an apple out of his pocket. He sat down on the nearest stool and took a loud bite out of it.
"Boris?"
"Yeah, Boris. Remember him?" Evan remarked resting his elbows on the table. He took another bite of the apple and glanced in Sheppard's direction. "I thought you'd be going back with him to visit your parents."
"You didn't tell me Hank was going to Earth," Divya questioned Sheppard.
"Well, it's not exactly my place to discuss business with you," John replied defensively. "But maybe you should go visit your parents like Evan suggested."
"No," Divya retorted a little loudly. When she heard her voice echo off the wall she over explained herself. "My parents are in London and considering they haven't spoken to me in three months, I'm certain they have no desire to see me."
"That's a little harsh don't you think?" Evan replied. "They're your parents. They aren't Neanderthals."
"If they haven't spoken to you in three months, how do you know they're in London?" John asked shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe they are just hanging out in the Hamptons waiting for a chance to reconcile."
"If I go back to the Hamptons and my parents are there, they will forcibly take me to London with them," Divya argued.
"Forcibly? Come on Div … don't you think that's an exaggeration?" John questioned.
"Evan?"
"Ah no, Now that I think of it …I'm with Divya. Her parents traded some goats to marry her off," Evan replied nodding in agreement. "Trying to make amends without an armed security detail would be a really bad idea."
…~…
Low moans filled the cramped quarters as the two bodies participated in their silent dance. The sounds of skin on skin, rustle of clothing and the occasional chuckle echoed through the space like an out of sync cadence. The syntax was in contrast with the chaos from earlier today. The intention of the participants was clear. The lunch date was over before it even started, at least the food aspect of it. A soft suggestion and a smile was all it took to propel the couple to an alternate location, which didn't exactly include either of their quarters.
"Ouch!"
"Shit!"
"Agh, oh yeah."
"Hmmm, don't stop."
"Yes."
"Gawd you feel so good."
"Babe."
"Infirmary to Dr. Lawson."
"Shit."
"Aren't you going to get that?"
"No, it's my stalker."
"Agh, April?"
"Yeah, ummm let's not talk about her."
"Right."
Sweat dripped from their foreheads as the two wet bodies slid over each other. The moisture made finding a hand hold difficult, yet it didn't stop the action. The two braced themselves against the corner and the wall to continue their frantic tango. The game was rough and exciting and both were very near their climax. A city-wide page from Major Teldy to contact control was the crowning moment.
"Shit," Teldy cursed as the temperature kicked up a notch. She felt her body spasm around Hank's relentless thrusting and arched her back to ride through the wave.
"Ooh," Hank whispered harshly as he felt his back tighten. He quickened his pace and then froze in mid thrust. He was motionless while his seed exited abruptly from his body. Hank began to move again when he realized the pressure he was putting on Anne was causing her to come again. "You keep that up, I'm going to be hard in a second," he smiled down at her.
"That was my intention," Anne Teldy replied with a sly grin. "Just keep it down while I check in with control."
Hank watched Teldy fish her ear piece out of the pile of crumpled clothing and call in. He couldn't resist teasing her and leaned over to dance his tongue over her swollen nipple. He felt his energy growing inside. Grinding his hips against her, he watched her eyes pop open and she pulled the ear piece out of her hair.
"You're in trouble Doctor," Teldy growled seductively as she pushed up to meet his lips. The kiss started out as quick nip and morphed quickly into a deep probing match. She felt his hand squeeze her breast as he steadily stroked against her.
"What are you going to do to me?" Hank purred as he tangled his hands through her hair.
"Well, for one, report you for having sex in a hallway cubby," Anne remarked, pushing him back on his butt and straddling his legs. She grabbed his heat and lowered herself on it quickly.
"Ohh," Hank moaned as she forced him deep inside her. "That's what this corner is called?" He grabbed her breasts as they bounced in front of his face and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
"More or less," she gasped. Anne snaked a hand behind Hank's neck and pressed his head into her chest. It didn't take long for her to orgasm again. She bit her lip to hold back her squeals as the heat built up in the pit of her stomach and then released like the flood gates. "When do you get back from Earth?" she grunted as she rutted against Hank.
"In a day or two," Hank said between pants. "Maybe three."
"Any more than four and I'm cutting you off," Anne joked as she rolled off him and started to grab her clothes.
"Is that a threat?" Hank gruffly asked her as he caught her arm and rolled her over on the floor. He pinned her with his body and squeezed a nipple with his fingers. He knew damn well that she could get away from him at any moment, but was amazed that she didn't even try. His hard organ bounced against her thigh. Hank leaned down and captured her lips in his again.
"It might be," Anne whispered when they came up for air.
"Well, then …let me call your bluff," Hank replied huskily.
TBC
