Chapter 10: "Marcus-High"
Marc and Lexa were starting up on hour four when an unscheduled off-world activation interrupted them. Still going strong, Lexa was on top for a change. She never cared who lead, but with Marc injured she was enjoying this change of pace, which meant when the comm transmission came through she was agitated but really didn't care much. "Sheppard to Lorne," Marc's headset vibrated on the endtable, "Major, do you copy?" Marc broke their kiss, and Lexa eased herself off of him. She lied down beside him as he reached for the headset. Just then their door slid open, revealing Sergeant Graham who was sent to find the Major. After pulling his eyes back into his head from the shock, he mumbled a "Sorry Sir," and quickly turned on his heels and left.
With Lexa being on a "Marcus-high" she really didn't care, she just calmly pointed out, "The door. Huh, knew we forgot something."
Marc picked up the headset and turned back to Lexa, "Uh, you took that well. You know this is going to be around the city by the end of the night?"
"Yeah and I'll care then. Right now, can't I just enjoy this?" She ran her hand over his chest as "Major Lorne report to the Conference Room" echoed through the city.
Marc activated his headset, "It's Lorne, I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Ah, Major, nice of you to get back to us, we sent out a search. There's no hurry, we could just use some insight from your last mission, take your time. Weir out." Elizabeth understood it would take the injured Major some time to make his way up to Stargate Ops.
He brushed Lexa's long bangs from her face and kissed her. "Duty calls, but… if you're not feeling yourself, I'll stay."
"What? No, I feel great, for the first time in a long time actually. So, if you've gotta go, go… but hurry back." She returned the kiss and clasped her hand around his bicep, still enthralled with passion.
"You sure?" She nodded. "Alright, I'll be back soon." He jumped in the shower long enough to rinse off, got dressed, and made his way up to the Control Room.
As Lexa lie in bed she finally realized what had happened. She knew she was hot, but it took her a moment to notice she was in complete control. Her hormones should have been going bonkers after sex, but it turns out that the afternoon of lust straightened her out. She just needed some time where she could let everything go, and spending the past few hours with Marc allowed her to do just that. She sat for a moment, enjoying that she wasn't going nuts, and then got in the shower. As she reached for the soap, it jumped off the shelf and into her hand. "What the?" She quickly finished up and got dressed. She stared into the mirror at her uncombed hair, and then turned to look at the dresser across the room. Without even saying a word, her brush flew across the room and into her hand. "Uh, right…" She ran the brush through her wet hair and bolted out of the room.
Lorne hobbled into the Conference Room and was greeted by Carson, "Good afternoon Major, you're not using your leg?"
"Oh he's been using it all afternoon," Colonel Sheppard mumbled just load enough for the two of them to hear. "At least that's what Graham reported," he nodded to his second in command with a large grin spread across his face. "Major, I believe next time you'll remember to lock the door?"
Lorne rolled his eyes, "Yes sir, and it seems I'm going to have to talk with Graham about his big mouth." He took a seat in the crowded conference room.
Carson grew concerned, "You should be careful Major, that leg is still healing. Don't do too much, too soon."
"It's okay Doc, really." Lorne turned back to John, changing the subject, "So sir, what did you need me for?"
Weir entered and sat, as Sheppard began the debriefing. "Well Major, we came across our own weird planet. It seems there are more Wraith Worshippers out there than we thought."
"You were ambushed too," the Major inquired.
"Not exactly. They attacked as soon as we got to the village, we didn't even have time for pleasantries. They probably had contact with the world you were attacked on, but you said the villagers attacked you?" Lorne nodded to the Colonel, "We got the Wraith. There were people there, but they didn't seem very, warrior like…" Sheppard continued.
"Yes, there were Wraith all over the village, if I had to guess, I would say they were living amongst the villagers," Ronan added.
"Well that's a new one," Weir chimed in, "Teyla, were you able to sense anything in your short time there?"
"Yes, but I'm not quite sure how to explain it. If I didn't know any better, I'd say the Wraith were actually worried for the well being of the villagers," Teyla explained.
"The Wraith, worried? Huh…" Rodney finally spoke up. "Well, if that's the case, then we really need to get more insight into what Wraith Worship is all about."
At that moment Lexa burst through the door, breathing heavily, after her sprint up to join them. "Hey, sorry to interrupt, but you've gotta see this!"
Carson was slightly worried as usual, "Alexa, did you just run up here my dear?"
"Yeah, but it's okay, everything is under control, just watch." Lexa held out her and Sheppard's 9-mil wiggle it's way out of his holster and floated over to her. "Cool huh? And get this, no hormonal imbalance, no psychotic break, I'm totally fine!"
"Lexa, are you sure about that?" Marc was hesitant about the situation, knowing using her powers usually ended up with her in the Infirmary.
"Yes Alexa, why don't we take you down to the Infirmary and confirm that before you start avidly using your powers," Carson insisted.
"Whatever, but you're not going to find anything," Lexa answered while she walked over to return the Colonel's sidearm. As she handed it to him, she flinched.
"Alex, you alright," John asked as he got up to allow her to sit.
Lexa was in a daze as Sheppard guided her into the chair. Lorne popped up the moment she flinched and limped around the table to her, crutch-less. He leaned back against the table in front of her, and tried to catch her attention as she gazed off into space. "Lexa, hey, you with me?"
After a few seconds she brought her eyes in line with his and he sighed in relief. She then turned to Colonel Sheppard, "You were attacked, that's why you're back already?" Everyone just looked at her. "I uh, I think I just had a premonition."
"You think?" Lorne looked at her and then to Carson who was just as shocked and speechless as the Major.
"Uh yeah. So, anyone gonna answer my question?" Lexa pushed.
Teyla kindly replied, "Yes, as soon as we neared the village. Why Alex, what did you see?" Having her own gift, Teyla dare not question Lexa's abilities.
"It's bad, very bad," is all Lexa could bear to say. Her vision freaked her out, and she did not know how to put it into words. Lorne put a hand on her shoulder and she took a deep breath. "It's… it's some kind of Wraith Camp. A place where they go to…" The images replayed through her mind, and she turned from her audience. "The villagers are slaves, not worshippers. They use the men mostly for training, and the woman… They rape because they are trying to create a hybrid race." She turned back to the group, "They're taking the experiments performed on Teyla's ancestors to a whole new level, but mostly… it's their twisted way of having fun."
They all looked around at each other, speechless, while Lorne kept his eyes fixed on Lexa. He caught the pain she was trying to conceal, and nodded for her to get up. She did, and just hugged him, taking in the comfort of his embrace. Finally, Weir spoke, as she noticed the younger woman's anguish, "It's been quite a long day, why don't we pick this up tomorrow," and with that she dismissed the meeting. Carson knew now wasn't the time for medical tests, and with nothing obvious to counter Lexa's statement about how she was feeling, he decided to let her go for the evening. He did however quickly inquire about how it happened, and Lexa just simply grinned and gave a coy shrug in reply.
When they got back to their room, Marc's mind lingered over Carson's question, so he too asked, hoping she'd at least give him an answer. "Oh, you, me, sex. I really don't know exactly, but I think it had to do with just, letting go," she tried to explain.
"Uh right…" Marc rubbed his knee as he sat on the couch. "Gah, well, I'm glad the afternoon turned out alright for you."
"What you didn't have fun?" Lexa smirked as she broke an ice pack for him.
"Oh I had fun, but now I'm paying for it," he smiled back as she put the ice pack on his knee.
"You're just lucky you're cute and hurt." As Lexa spoke a pale blue light illuminated from her hand. "Oh great, more powers. Wonder what this one is?"
"Um, I think it's a healing power, my leg doesn't hurt anymore…" Marc pulled up his pant leg, and sure enough, the remaining scratches were gone.
Lexa raised an eyebrow, "Hmmm…" And playfully jumped on top of him.