Evelyn POV

I brought the Jumper down easy in the bay, aligning the park up before opening the door and Becket got up, rushing towards the medical team that was heading in with a gurney. Much to his protests, John was thrown onto it and wheeled away while McKay winged the entire time.

I jogged beside them towards the medbay while John lay, strapped in under the blanket they'd put on him, and grumbled. If the situation wasn't as serious as it was, I would have laughed. He was so cute when he was annoyed. He looked at his arm and the dressing I'd put on. Blood was seeping through the other side it was so saturated.

"This really isn't necessary, Doc," John said and I smiled. Yes it was, John.

"Yes, it is. You've got a serious laceration on your arm, and you've lost a good deal of blood," Beckett told him as he was wheeled into the medbay finally. McKay walked in bitterly behind us, scowling as he did.

"Yeah, well, enjoy the ride, Colonel. They're making me walk," he said indignantly.

"You have a splinter, Rodney," Beckett said and I snickered.

"It's a very nasty, painful splinter," McKay reasoned, inspecting his hand and jumping up on the neighbouring bed. I hopped up beside him and peaked at his hand while Beckett worked on John. He showed me his hand and I blew on the sore spot softly, the same way I would my little brother when he skinned his hands playing.

"All right, let's take a look at this," Beckett said and cut the field dressing off his arm. "Thank you," he said softly to a nurse who handed him a medicated swab. "This might hurt a wee bit," he said and touched the swab to John's puncture wound.

McKay cried out beside me as a nurse pulled on the sprinter in his hand. John looked over and I rolled my eyes, offering my right hand to Rodney to squeeze. He grabbed it as the nurse wrestled with his splinter.

"I'm sure it will," John said, looking at Rodney disapprovingly. Beckett cleaned the cut some more and looked up at John surprised.

"This doesn't sting?" Beckett asked.

"No," John replied.

"I know you have a high threshold for pain, but this is…" Beckett said, switching the swab for gauze and wiping the area, trailing off. I looked down at the wound. John watched my face change and turned back to his arm.

"This is what?" John asked, trying to see over Beckett to get a look. I was as shocked as the doctor was. I was there, I saw the wound myself, I dressed it. It was definitely bleeding.

"Gone."

"What?" John asked, confused.

"The feeding mark. It's completely healed," Beckett explained.

John looked up and over at us, who were staring back with just as much confusion. I'd seen him bleed. He should still be. Beckett started ordering about his staff, getting ready to draw some of his blood. He stood beside him and started working, planning on running tests.

"Can someone check over Captain O'Neill, please?" Beckett said, pointing and clicking his fingers at me.

"Me? I'm fine," I said before he raised a skeptical eyebrow at me and John smirked. I was dragged off by a junior doctor and behind several curtains, where I was made to strip off a few layers for a physical.

I tugged off my vest, jacket, and overshirt, leaving me in my tank. The Dr yanked my arm off unceremoniously and without warning. I raised an eyebrow of my own at them, and they quickly apologised. They nodded at me to do my trousers after looking at my ripped knees and thighs. I thumbed the button and tugged the zipper down before hopping up on the bed to kick off my boots. I scooted them down my legs and the doc got to quick work sanitizing all my scrapes.

They bandaged my knees and put a few coloured band aids here and there. Soon I had to lift my tank top while they inspected my back and cleaned some surface cuts there as well. Eventually they finished on my face and told me I could dress again. I looked at the rather destroyed trousers and they disappeared for a second, coming back with a pair of white hospital pants in my size. I didn't think I'd been in here often enough that they'd memorised my size, and it only made me feel worse I didn't remember their name.

I headed back to where I'd left Sheppard and McKay to find Rodney gone and John moved elsewhere. Beckett had set him up in a place he could draw blood for testing as was working on that when I approached and hopped up next to John.

"Maybe the wound wasn't that bad," Sheppard suggested and I knew he himself didn't believe it.

"Then where did all the blood come from?" Beckett countered.

"I don't know. Maybe it just looked a lot worse than it was," he said and I pulled an unimpressed face at him.

"I don't see any evidence of any cut at all," Beckett said. John turned to him.

"That's weird because it hurt like hell," he told him.

"You're sure the skin was broken?" Beckett asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. There was a lot of blood. Ask O'Neill, she dressed it," John said.

"I was covered in it," I agreed. "There was definitely a cut."

"Maybe it was Ellia's," John suggested and I thought about her. It was possible that it could be hers, maybe it was a symptom of her not being able to feed yet trying to. But I'd seen the same puncture wound as was documented in various reports I'd read. John had had a cut.

"It was definitely human," Beckett argued.

"I don't know, maybe it was a nosebleed," John said, getting annoyed. I smiled, and tried to lighten the mood.

"Maybe it was something you ate," I said and Beckett glared at me. John smiled appreciatively at me.

"Not helping, O'Neill," Beckett said. I grinned toothily at him. "Give me half a day to run your blood work and analyze it with the data we already have. We'll figure it out."

"And until then?" John asked.

"You're welcome to look over my shoulder," Beckett said.

"Yeah, that's tempting, but…" John said.

"Just go about your day," he said, before turning to me. "And you, go away and find someone else to pester."

I giggled as I left, following John out the door. I headed to the lab for a little bit, seeing Rodney walking around with an excessive amount of bandages on his hand and laughed. He glared at me and I made him show me. He'd obviously done it himself, and I shook my head as I rolled the bandages back off. I adjusted the gauze underneath and wrapped the cut where the nurse had carefully sliced around the splinter barbs. I cut the bandage to size and pressed my lips against them when I was finished, kissing his boo boo better.

"You're hilarious," he told me.

"Is that not better?" I asked and he huffed.

"What's with the thumb?" Rodney asked, changing the subject. I looked down at the wooden arm.

"I had John carve it yesterday morning," I said. "Why we were late coming down to breakfast. The notch makes it easier to do things like tie my shoelaces, bandages, field dressings. That kind of thing."

"Huh," he replied and then went back to what he was doing before I interrupted.

I rolled my eyes, telling him I was going to grab a bite to eat. He scurried after me, and I smirked. Like a puppy, Rodney was highly food motivated. I found the team at the usual table and came over with a tray. John sat across from me looking up every now and then and sending me a look. I sent a similar one back finding my mind wandering occasionally back to the tavern. I felt his outstretched legs brush against mine occasionally and I looked down at my food and smiled. Every time I looked up I spied him watching me with a devilish smile.

Out of the corner I noticed McKay trying to get my attention. I looked over at him and he scowled at me. I raised a brow. I reached over and poked him in the nose, making him swat my hand away. I did it again. And again. Eventually the whole table was laughing as we nearly got into a pretty slap fight.

I did notice, however whatever he'd been upset about, he'd perked up considerably. He seemed to get upset whenever I gave any of our friends more attention than him. Was he… jealous? I smiled to myself. I suppose when you're a highly arrogant, socially inept scientist it's hard to make good friends.

After breakfast John and Teyla went to spar in the training room as was their weekly custom and I grinned to myself, thinking about how it was the weekly ceremony of Teyla handing his ass to him. Ronon and McKay stayed at the table, still eating. I made my way back to my quarters, intent on a short, 30-40 minute nap.

Rodney POV

"I mean, did you see her?" I exclaimed, seeing Ronon picking away at his food, barely giving me any attention. "She was grinning at him like a lovesick schoolgirl, and she's only going to get hurt."

"I don't think he'd hurt her," Ronon told me, glancing up from his plate. I soured at him. "He doesn't sound much like this... Captain Kirk of yours. And if he was, don't you think O'Neill is old enough to make her own decisions?"

"No!" I called out. "She's eleven years younger than him, she's, she's naive and sweet. He he just sleeps with anyone who'll throw themselves at him. Happens all the time, all the girls we run into on missions are all over him."

"Have you ever considered it might be because he's not annoying?" Ronon asked and I glared at him, pushing my tray forward.

"I'm just saying, he should leave her alone. She deserves better," I said.

"And you think you can give it to her?" Ronon smirked. I frowned.

"I, I never said that.."

"You didn't have to. Everyone can see how you feel, McKay, you're not subtle," he told me. Everyone…? "Look, you and Sheppard both have feelings for her and if you want to be the winner you need to make a move. The reason O'Neill is grinning like a schoolgirl around him is because he's brave enough to do something."

Evelyn POV

I pushed myself up in the blankets, feeling better rested after the lack of sleep last night while I was flying the Jumper back to Atlantis. I mean, that was a good thing, not being asleep at the wheel of the Jumper, but now I had energy, I felt jumpy. Like I was still reeling from the mission. I decided to head to the training room, figuring Ronon would be there by now and maybe I could invite him to kick my ass a little. You know, a recreational ass kicking.

I made my way there, walking inside finding John pinning Teyla to the wall by her throat. I raised an eyebrow. Teyla was staring up at him, shocked. I'm assuming because he actually managed to get a hit in on her, instead of being dropped to the floor, bruised, like he usually was.

"Should we continue or..?" she said, looking up at him staring at her. I cleared my throat and his head snapped to me.

"Hey," I said awkwardly. He smiled.

"Evelyn, what are you doing down here?" he asked.

"Figured I could use some more sparring practice," I said. "I'm still getting back up to my old skill level. And I need to get used to fighting with this," I waved my prosthetic.

"I'll train with you for a bit, if we're done here, Teyla," John offered.

"I do not think there is any more I can teach you today," she said. "Continue to practice and we will pick this up again next week."

Teyla hurried out and I walked onto the blue mats, rolling my shoulders. He circled, waiting for me to be ready. I held my own against Ronon in this setting before, granted, it was because he was going easy on me, I just needed to hold my own against John too. I was upset at how Ellia had managed to get me on my ass so many times. And how fast she'd been, maybe when I was running with Cadman I'd need to start pushing myself harder, faster.

"You ready?" John asked.

I nodded and surged forward, swinging a hit out which he quickly blocked. He stepped forward, directing his own hit, I blocked, taking a step back and holding my position. And so, like with Ronon, the dance began. For every advance I made he made one of his own, pushing me back. He wasn't as skilled as Ronon but he had lightning fast reflexes, and every move I made trying to get one over on him he caught and stopped.

I was getting frustrated, I liked to win when I was sparring, maybe I was too competitive. There was something about the way John was looking at me while we trained, it was like he was barely paying attention to the fight, every move was reactionary and his attention was solely on me. I could feel my heart beat faster. He looked like he wanted to eat me. I just might let him.

I could feel some sweat rolling down my spine, it made me shudder. He pushed me back and I tried to counter, but for some reason I couldn't, like he'd just been letting me do it earlier and now the game had grown old. Now he was done toying with me.

Quickly, he had me backed up against the wall. I hit it with a thud and I breathed heavily as I gazed up at him. He stared down at me like a predator and I almost shook beneath him. It was no secret I enjoyed his company, his touches always made my heart jump a little, but under the look he was giving me right now, every touch set me on fire. I hadn't realised how much this feeling had built since our first close encounter on the Daedalus.

"You alright?" He asked, smirking slightly as he looked down at me, chest heaving. My jaw wobbled a little, unable to speak at first. "We can take a break if you need."

"A break is the last thing I need," I muttered without thinking and he grinned. Sweat was making my bangs stick to my face and he swept his pinky under them, brushing the hair behind my ear. He leaned closer and my breath hitched as he did. I could feel heat pooling in my stomach.

"You know what I need?" He asked and I bit my lip, My pulse hammered in my ears. I could barely hear him when he spoke, but I knew what he was asking. I swallowed thickly.

"I have some idea.."

"Do you now?" He said smugly.

"Do it," I dared and he dove forward, connecting his lips with mine.

He shifted, no longer pinning me to the wall like I was some alien intruder and instead holding me tightly, pressing me to his chest. He kissed me hard, one hand in my hair the other cupping my jaw. I gripped his t-shirt with my hand and I felt his knee pushing my thighs apart. I parted my lips, sliding my tongue over his lips. He opened his mouth invitingly and I made quick work of slipping inside. I ran my tongue over the roof of his mouth and he moaned.

"We should.." I gasped, pulling back and fighting to regain my rational mind. My thoughts were swimming, I didn't want to stop. But we were in public. Anyone could walk into the training room at any moment.

"You want to stop?" He asked.

"I want to get out of here," I answered and he groaned.

"My place or yours?" He said, sliding a hand around my waist and pulling me towards the door.

"You're closer," I said, hurrying along the corridors, trying to keep to a walking pace but also distracted and eager by the hand slipping under the hem of my shirt, and stroking the skin of my hip. I tried to stop myself from shuddering, his fingers causing goosebumps to form on my skin.

He wiped his hand by the door, commanding it open and I made quick work of his t-shirt, throwing it to the side. I ripped my own off, leaving me in a bra and shorts. He groaned again as he stared me up and down, making my core throb, and pulled me towards him. His lips were on mine again and I kissed him back with fire.

I felt his hands over the back of my bra, fingers struggling with the back. I pulled back enough to bring my hand between us and unhook the clasp. It opened with a snap and the cups fell to the side. He hummed appreciatively and pulled the straps off my shoulders and off to the floor. He gripped my thighs and lifted me up off the floor, holding me to his waist.

He pressed into me and I moaned at the feeling, tugging desperately at the waistband of my shorts. John chuckled and let me throw them off as he dropped me onto the bed. I dropped down onto the plush twin and bounced a little on the springs. He stared down hungrily at me as I lay in only my underwear.

"You on birth control?" He asked. I tapped my arm and he grinned. "Perfect, it's a little hard to get a hold of condoms this far out in the Pegasus."

"For you maybe," I chuckled. "I bet I could pull some strings."

"I bet there's a lot of things you could do," he told me. "You wanna show me?"

"You're wearing too much clothes to get a real sense of what I can do," I said. "We should fix that."

"In a bit," he told me. "Right now, I'm hungry."

He dropped to his knees in front of me and pressed hot, wet kisses to my thighs as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. I let out a giggle as his roaming hands tickled me and my panties slid past my ankles and hit the floor. He kissed his way up my shins and to my hips, nipping at the skin over the bones. He used his hands to move my thighs apart wider and pressed one hand to my pelvis, holding me to the bed. I heard the click of his tongue leaving his mouth and mere milliseconds later stroking me expertly. I threaded my fingers into his hair, making it messier than usual, which was saying something. I rolled my hips forward and my shoulders back, arching to the feeling.

I had flashes of another moment, something about this position made me think of another time with his head between my thighs, messy black hair between my fingertips. A different room, a different time, one I wasn't sure existed. I hadn't known John before this mission, had I?

He slipped a finger inside and I moaned. Forget the questions, the moment was now. Another finger was added and then another. He worked quickly, but in no means less thoroughly. My eyes rolled back into my head as my hips snapped forward. There was a steadily rising heat in my abdomen, ready to spill over at any moment.

"Fuck, John," I said breathily.

There was a dark chuckle between my legs, John pulled up to peek at my desperate face as my juices dribbled down his chin. His fingers continued to work me as he admired my almost pained expression. My brow creased and I writhed beneath him, desperate for sweet release. I parted my lips, letting out a breathy moan.

"Fuck, don't stop, John," I gasped.

I felt his lips on my thighs, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses anywhere he visited. He sucked a dark hickey just beside my hip and I cried out. He brought his mouth back to my pussy and tenderly licked my folds, tongue on a seek and search mission for my clit. He flicked over it, just under the hood and I jerked forward. So sensitive. I was whining, legs shaking, desperate for sweet release. He sucked on the bud, sending fireworks shooting up my body.

Suddenly, everything that had been building up for the last twenty minutes came to a peak, and then pushed me over the edge. It was like something snapped in me and a hot wave washed over my body. I let out a shuddering sigh at the sensation, having not felt something this intense in a long time.

"There's a good girl," he said.

John was above me, smiling down at me and wiping some hair off my face before I realised what was happening. I'd stopped paying attention for a moment, shaken by the feeling.

I pushed up on my elbows and kissed him roughly, tasting myself on his lips. He pressed a hand into the mattress just behind me, propping himself up and trailed his other palm down my side. He reached my outstretched thigh and brought it up to rest by his hip. My nose brushed against his as we moved with the kiss and I trailed my hand down his back to find that at some point, he'd ditched his workout pants. I fingered the waistband to his boxer briefs and worked on pulling them down.

They were ripped off the rest of the way by him and he quickly aligned himself, thrusting inside with little warning. I moaned at the feeling, holding my hips to his. I used the thigh at his waist to flip us over and sat upright on his lap. He sat up to meet me and held me close to him. He buried his face between my breasts and held my shoulders close. I gripped the hair at the base of his neck with my hand and rocked my hips with his. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as my back arched and my head dropped back.

I moved my hips in a circle as I sat in his lap, holding him tightly to me with my thighs. I bounced on top of him, chasing another orgasm, determined to give him his first of the afternoon. He kissed up my neck and nipped at the skin of my jaw, just enough to feel a bite but not hard enough to mark. I tugged him away by the hair at his nape and leaned down to kiss him roughly on the lips. He moaned in my mouth as I traced his teeth with my tongue and held me tighter to him, if that was possible.

"You close?"

I whined in response, unable to come up with anything intelligible, and nodded desperately. He slid a hand in between us as I continued to bounce on top of him. His hips thrust upwards to meet me on each motion and I kissed him desperately. I could feel him hitting me exactly where I wanted him to and it was intoxicating. I could feel myself clenching around him as my breath hitched. My eyes rolled back in my head again and he groaned into my lips.

"Oh shit," I said, thrusting forward, slamming my head into the crook of his neck as I came hard with a cry for the second time in an hour and a half. I leant my head back, staring up at the ceiling as I caught my breath, rocking my hips as I encouraged him to cum as well. With a few more final thrusts up into me, he came inside and rested his sweaty forehead on mine.

"You okay?" he asked eventually and I nodded against him.

"Yeah," I breathed and he slowly laid back onto the twin mattress.

He lifted my hips gently, pulling out of me and laying me down on top of him, chest to chest. I was overwhelmed with a wave of fatigue and closed my eyes as I buried my head in the pillow behind his head. I dropped in and out of consciousness, I know I did. I was missing chunks of time, but by the gentle breathing and the slow circles he was tracing on my bicep, it looked like John didn't mind all that much.