sorry for the wait... this chapter might not be as good as the others because i didn't know what to do with it!
VIVA LA REVOLUCION DE CHECKETT! hahahahaha! yes, we are Checkett shippers! The one and only Atlantis ship! LOL!

Enjoy!

Beckett recovered from his shock treatment quite nicely. In fact, the next day he was up and about, healing patients and going on his merry way. Late that evening, no one was getting hurt or needed his attention. So he slinked off. One might know where he headed off to, but he hated that Chair. It terrified him, but fascinated him. He reasoned with himself, how could he hate that Chair?

Much in the form of McKay, Beckett slid off to visit the Chair. He climbed into a transporter breathing heavily in anticipation and anxiety. If the scientists found him willingly on the Chair… oh boy… Carson looked around and carefully sat down.

The Chair looked all ominous.

"Okay, I don't bite… I'm not going to hurt anyone." Suddenly the Chair reclined and Beckett tensed. "Okay," he gulped nervously, "just let me get my bearings…"

Hello Carson, a sexy and playful voice said. Beckett felt hopeful. Welcome. It was enticing him!

Um… hi. Again.

Are you not happy to see me my friend? it pouted playfully.

No, no, no, I'm very happy to see you darling. He felt like a man being advanced on slowly.

I polished the seat just for you honey, the engaging voice of Arynn purred.He gulped loudly, Arynn was hitting on him! Do I make you nervous?

Didn't we already answer that question?

You feel unsafe around me? She pouted for real. You don't love me? Oh shit, was he in for it now. His eyes widened like plates, love! Was she serious? She seemed to guess his thoughts. Yes, I love you seriously Carson Beckett. What was the right answer?

I umm… The hesitation was too much, she 'cried.'

YOU DON'T LOVE ME!

I do, I do! he yelled over the hysterics of Arynn. Beckett sensed a lower lip kind of pout.

No you don't. Get off…

Honey, I really do like you…

Like? Is that all!

Listen, I like you…

But? But what? What is there not to like! Off… Oh no, now he'd gotten her upset at him. It wasn't like he could stroke her back or anything.

I really adore ye Arynn.

Show me then…

I… I love you too…

Really! Oh Carson! You're so sweet! That was a change in attitude. A 'hug' was wrapped around him. Oh, I love you too. Now he was in deep… he couldn't love her. She… or it was a Chair! One couldn't be in love with a Chair…. could they?

That opened his mind up to whole new possibilities. Scary ones… but new. He shivered in her might. The Chair's surface warmed.

Are you cold?

Not really… A thought sprung to mind. May I see you?

You're asking me? She was obviously rather bemuse by the question. He felt her smirk. No, came the sarcastic answer. Just kidding! He was whipped into a grassy meadow, high up on a hill. It was dark-ish out. Stars twinkled, but he could see fine. It was just like home. Then a lady came to him.

She winked and smiled brightly. Her smile made his day.

"Hello my love."

"Ar.. Arynn?" Whoa… His eyes were wider than plates… more like melons. He knew his real mouth was probably agape back in the Chair, that probably looked a little weird. The woman in front of him was incredible. Arynn had soft red highlights in her deep brown hair. She had vivid, pure, crystal green eyes. They seemed to search your soul. And the curves on her body…

She looked down and smiled shyly. Apparently Sheppard had down the same thing. That fact occurred to Carson slowly as he shut his mouth.

"Ye… ye are beautiful. One of th' most beautiful things I've ever seen!" Beckett gasped. She blushed heavily.

"Really? I knew I'd like you doctor." He conveniently forgot that he sat in the Chair, in the real world, as he lay down next to Arynn.

Man, was life good or what?