WARNINGS: This chaper contains cursing (oh surprise) and slight non-con moments (nothing too traumatizing, don't worry)!!! But this chapter is DEFINITELY RATED M!!!

A/N: Oh gosh, *collapses into her seat* this was so hard to write for so many different reasons... I took great pains to do this as enjoyable as possible although I had no practice in writing such things whatsoever! And once again: I have no conception of technical stuff whatsoever, please bear with it! It's not too important for the actual story anyway...

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18. Special Discount

If you'd have asked Rodney McKay if there was a part of his body that he hated the most, he would have told you that he despised his right ankle.

Well, at least he did when he was running through dark corridors in the middle of the night. Any other time he was quite content with it. But not now. Now he wanted to scream at it and insult it, no matter how crazy that would have been. Rodney was beyond caring at this point.

He stopped and leaned against a wall to relieve his aching foot while he listened for any suspicious noises. All he could hear however, was his own laboured breathing that echoed from the empty walls around him.

Rodney was pretty sure that he had lost Jackson a few minutes ago and that would have been great, if he wouldn't have lost his bearings in the process too.

Not paying attention where you were going wasn't such a great idea when every damn corridor looked exactly the same. Not even when you knew Atlantis like the back of your hand.

But although he was completely lost, Rodney wasn't afraid that he was going to stay missing until he died from thirst or hunger. Sooner or later he would find something that looked familiar and told him where he was.

But Rodney really, really hoped it would be 'sooner'. What with a rapist on his heels and all...

"Think Rodney!" The scientist whispered to himself. On the one hand, he really didn't want to make any noises in case Jackson was nearby, but on the other hand there was this eerie silence and it was really beginning to freak him out.

"To talk to yourself is the first sign of madness."

Rodney chuckled even though it hadn't been too funny. It was all he could do to take his mind off his predicament and what could lurk behind the next corner. Or who.

"Yeah, right. As if I could forget that." he muttered, while his hand unconsciously wandered up to his neck where he could still feel Jacksons lips.

It was a burning sensation that reminded Rodney of a bee sting. And that was so not a good connotation considering that he was allergic to bees.

Rodney knew that the spot was only raw because he had chafed the skin with his constant scratching.

Gosh, Kate would have a field day with him when this was over. Nothing against Kate. She wasn't too stupid for a psychiatrist. But all he wanted to do right now was to sleep for a few days and to find a fresh cup of coffee besides his bed when he woke up.

Rodney closed his eyes for a moment and a dreamy smile touched his lips. Oh yeah, sleep would be nice...

He just realized that he was sliding down and snapped his eyes open. He had almost fallen asleep! The canadian shook his head and cursed the many double shifts he had worked these past few days. Now that the adrenaline from his encounter with Jackson had worn off he felt more drained than before. His legs were shaking from exhaustion, his ankle hurt like it was about to fall off and he actually felt kind of dizzy.

When was the last time that he had eaten again?

Rodney shook his head once more. He had no time to worry about hypoglycemia right now. Nothing he could do about it anyway since he hadn't bothered to bring some powerbars.

"Think Rodney!" he repeated more louder but also more weary.

There had to be something that he could do other than talking to himself and running.

Especially since he doubted that he would be able to do the latter much longer and not only because he was exhausted, but also because his ankle was killing him. Well, Carson had warned him and Rodney couldn't believe that running for his life was what the good doctor had been thinking about when he'd told him to take it easy for the next couple of days.

Rodney was about to run on, when his eyes landed on a console to his left and an idea formed in his head. A pretty primitive and half-baked idea, but an idea nonetheless. Rodney knew that it was a pretty wide shot and that it probably wouldn't work anyway but at least it was something he could do. And Rodney needed to do something or he'd go crazy.

So he limped towards the console and crouched down to open a panel. His laptop was still in the lab where Jackson had attacked him but he wouldn't need it for what he was about to do anyway. He experienced a short moment of guilt when he set to work. After all, he was about to damage his city.

And it was his city, no matter how much she lusted for Sheppard. Considering that he did the same thing, Rodney found that he was able to forgive her for that.

Even though the damage would be small and easy to fix, Rodney had to fight with himself for a few seconds before he finished his work. The whole thing hadn't taken him more than five minutes.

Satisfied, Rodney closed the panel again and got to his feet.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad plan after all?! Maybe they already knew that he was missing and maybe they had already figured out that he was somewhere around here. And maybe Miko was with them and maybe she would be able to read his little message and...

Rodney had the urge to bang his head against a wall.

'That's a hell of a lot 'maybe's' for a plan that could be your last chance...'

But he had to stay positive, although he certainly didn't feel like it. It was only a matter of time before someone would come to get him. Hey, maybe Sheppard would come running around that corner every minute now and greet him with one of his cocky and superior 'I-told-you-so' grins.

Rodney frowned down on the manipulated console when he thought about his, no doubt, imminent meeting with Sheppard.

On the one hand, he really wanted to see John as soon as possible but on the other hand, he was really anxious about that encounter. The Colonel would be so damn mad at him, and worse, Rodney would deserve it.

He hated it when he knew that he'd done something wrong...

Rodney sighed heavily and looked around him for something like a hiding spot. That was the difficult part of his plan. He needed to stay near his improvised beacon so that he and his rescue party wouldn't miss each other but at the same time, he needed to be able to move fast in case Jackson found him.

A movement to his right catched his attention however and he was about to say something like "Wow, that was fast!" before he recognized the person that had just totally soundlessly rounded the corner.

'God, this isn't fair!'

There he had been running from this psycho for the last half an hour and then they just meet each other like they were both taking a walk in the park? Wild chases weren't supposed to end this...this....random!

Jackson stared at him with just the same amount of shock and surprise as Rodney, before a big smile appeared on his face. "Precious..."

Jackson's voice pulled Rodney out of his momentary stupor and he turned around and tried to run away once more. He didn't get far however since his ankle chose that exact moment to refuse its cooperation.

The fall was hard and painful and Rodney had just enough time to curse his ankle once again and to rest upon his elbows before a large hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him on his back so hard that the back of his head collided with the floor. Rodney was momentarily dazed it took him a few moments to register the heavy weight that had settled on his thights.

Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about that hiding-place anymore, since he could still see the console from his position on the floor.

He just wondered why he found that not the least bit reassuring...

Elizabeth was worried.

She was worried and anxious and she was annoyed because she didn't seem to be able to feel anything else than those two emotions. They had been her constant companions these past few days. Since John had shown her those damn letters to be exact.

She had known that this 'Scientist's Lover' needed help but she had never really thought that he could be a threat. Never thought that one of her own people could be a danger to them.

Heck, they already had to deal with intergalactic vampires and races that would love to take over their city. Wasn't that enough? Did they really have to deal with a deranged stalker among their own people on top of that?

Rodney was missing for almost an hour now and she hadn't heard anything from John for at least 20 minutes. And the last conversation she'd had with him, hadn't been a nice one.

Elizabeth really couldn't understand how John could be so reckless. To split up was in her opinion really not the best thing that they could have done. But John hadn't wanted to hear it. He had told her something about Rodney's dignity and his sense of shame and that he at least had to try to find him alone. His words had summoned some disturbing images and she hadn't argued much longer. She had been almost sick with worry after that and cursed her lively imagination.

And to make matters worse, when Sheppard had reached the lab where they'd suspected Rodney there had been no sign of him other than his abandoned laptop. Sheppard had told her that it looked like they had left in a hurry. Elizabeth just hoped that Rodney had been able to leave under his own strength.

"Dr. Weir?"

She refocused her concentration on the technican that had called her and Dr. Kusanagi who was swaying in the seat besides him. Elizabeth had wanted to send her to bed but the young woman had been so adamant to stay and help that she couldn't do it. And with Radek in the infirmary she was the best shot they had.

The two of them had worked on a way to recalibrate the bio sensors so they would reach the part where McKay was suppossed to be. Elizabeth's hope however quickly faded when she saw both of them staring at the monitor in confusion rather than exitement.

"Did you find something?"

"We actually don't know..." At her questioning look the technican turned the laptop so she could see the monitor and a little red dot which was blinking in the corner. "This appeared just a few seconds ago, without any warning. We were checking this part of the city just a few weeks ago for any damages after the storm. But this looks like..."

A gasp from Miko cut him off and drew Elizabeth's attention to her. "What is it?"

Miko wordlessly tapped a few keys and suddenly the red dot was replaced with numbers and equations. They were nothing more than glibberish for Elizabeth but Mikos eyes were roaming over them like it was the latest Bestseller. Her face was red with exitement and she actually grinned like an idiot. "It's the exact same kind of power fluctuation that I discovered a few hours ago. Just in another part of the city. Actually... it isn't too far away from where I discovered the first one!"

Her eyes locked with Elizabeth's. "Dr. Weir, do you think that Dr. McKay...?"

"Of course he did!" Elizabeth cheered, hope building in her chest for the first time since this whole mess started. "He always tells us what a genius he is, doesn't he?"

She didn't wait for an answer and instead activated her radio.

"Dr. Weir to Colonel Sheppard. ... John, we know where Rodney is..."

Rodney found himself pinned yet again, but this time he was lying on the ground and that made the whole situation so much more oppressive. He hadn't thought that that was even possible.

The scientist didn't even try to push Jackson off of him. He knew how immovable the man could be from their last encounter. Instead he striked out and tried to punch that leering smile out of Jackson's face.

He cried out in surprise and pain when his wrist was caught in midair and before he could even raise his other hand, it was catched as well in a tight grasp. He could only watch, while Jackson pinned his arms on either side of his head and readjusted his position on Rodney's thights.

Rodney panicked and he squirmed and buckled under Jacksons weight. His legs were trashing without doing much damage and he turned and twisted his wrists until he couldn't feel his hands anymore. He was desperate in his struggles and with every passing minute the small lump of dread that had settled in the pit of his stomach grew until he had the feeling that it was crushing him.

The rational part of Rodney knew that Jackson was only waiting until he had exhausted himself with his struggling. But another part, the panicked, terrified, 'I-don't-wanna-get-raped' part, didn't care. So Rodney squirmed and stuggled and trashed in Jacksons grasp until the adrenaline rush was finally over and he was aching all over. By the time his body refused to move anymore, he was panting and sweating like he had run a marathon and his vision was dizzy and blurred.

And he was terrified to the core.

"Done?" The bastard had the nerve to look totally unruffled and calm and was even smirking down on him.

"Let go of me!" Rodney blinked in surprise as soon as the words left his mouth. His voice sounded raspy and overused. He must have yelled at the top of his lungs without even noticing it. God, he had probably screamed like a little girl...

"No, I won't!"

'Okay' Rodney thought uneasy. 'That's new.'

Jackson's voice was tight and he was frowning. But Rodney thought that he didn't look angry but confused. "Why are you so resistant? I know that you want this..."

"I DON'T WANT THIS YOU IDIOT!"

Rodney didn't know where he found the strength and the courage to scream like that, he just did.

He was fed up with this! With being pushed around and ambushed in dark corridors. With Jackson putting words into his mouth and insisting that he 'wanted this'! He had never said anything like that, had never acted like he wanted this. Fuck, he hadn't even known this man before today! Lt. Jackson had been just another faceless Marine, not even worth remembering.

He had wanted NOTHING of this!

The hands on his wrists tightened painfully but Rodney didn't even feel it. His body had gone numb, while his brain tried to process what he was seeing.

Jackson was laughing.

After mere seconds, where it had looked like he was about to strangle Rodney, he had suddenly begun to laugh hysterically.

The sound chilled Rodney to the bone, because it was this sound, that made Rodney finally realize that this man wouldn't listen to anything he said. Jackson was long since over the edge. He just wasn't capable of thinking clearly anymore. Nothing Rodney could say or do would be able to stop this man. He was completely and utterly at his mercy.

And at this very moment, Rodney knew that Jackson wouldn't show any mercy.

The helplessness and complete loss of control was so overwhelming that Rodney felt tears of despair prickle behind his eyes. Just sheer will power stopped them from falling. He wouldn't give this man the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

Rodney thought about his team and a spark of resistance that he had thought long erased, flared in his chest. He, Dr. Rodney McKay, was part of the best team Atlantis had to offer. He would deal with this and he wouldn't stop fighting. No matter what happened in the end, he wanted to be able to say that he had done everything he could to stop it. Even if it shouldn't be enough.

Rodney raised his hips with so much force, that Jackson almost lost his grip on his wrists. Pride welled inside of Rodney when the laughter stopped and Jackson actually looked astonished.

"Precious, I know that you think that you don't want this. But," and with that he began to place kisses along Rodney's jaw, "I promise that you'll like this over time."

"Over time?" Rodney asked and tried to escape those lips. "Do you think that no one will notice that I am gone? 'Cause I have to tell you, I'm way too important to just disappear unnoticed..."

"Oh I'm sure that they'll search for us. But Atlantis is vast and the bio sensors don't reach that far. Don't worry, love. We'll just hide. It'll be so romantic!"

Rodney couldn't help but snort. This guy couldn't be serious! "So you want to hide in the abandoned parts of the city and what? Raid the kitchen when everyone else is sleeping? Do you really think that you'll get away with this sorry excuse of a plan?"

The answer he got was a maniacal chuckle but it was the only answer he'd needed.

'Why do I even ask? Psychopaths always think they'll get away with it. That's why they're psychopaths!'

Jackson straightened again and while Rodney appreciated the loss of contact with this mans lips, he really didn't like the glint in his eyes.

"Enough talk, Precious." And there he was again, invading Rodney's personal space and trying to kiss him. Rodney quickly averted his face and hoped that he wouldn't get whiplash. "I waited so long for this! Please don't avert your beautiful face!"

Rodney couldn't see the pleading look on Jackson's face since his eyes were closed but he could feel how his arms were forced above his head and how one large hand took his wrists in a vice like grip.

He caught his breath when Jacksons other hand started to roam over his torso in slow, almost teasing movements. Jackson took his time to inspect every inch of his upper body, slowly unzipping his jacket, playing with the fabric of his T-Shirt and lifting its hem until Rodneys stomach lay free. Rodney shivered when the cold air met his skin but he shivered even more when Jackson's hand got dangerously close to his crotch. "W-Wait..." he whimpered and hated himself for his weakness. Jackson hadn't done anything yet, other than touch him, but he was already a nervous wreck.

To Rodney's great relief, the hand retreated before it could actually touch anything down there and he had to bite his lip from sobbing in relief. Under other circumstances he might have found those touches arousing, Jackson had obviously practice with such things, but now he just wanted to rip that hand away, rush into a shower and stay there, preferably for days.

Jackson's hand slipped under his T-shirt and Rodney gasped when Jackson's cold hand landed on his chest.

God, how could his hands be so cold? Rodney remembered Sheppards hands. Always soft, but above all, always warm. He fiercely shook his head and banished Sheppard out of his thoughts. He didn't want to think about John right now. Shouldn't think about him. John didn't deserve to be compared with this man. The man who was violating him, humiliating him and worst of all, played with him like he was some kind of mindless toy. No one deserved to be compared to that monster!

Jackson's movements got more and more confident until he finally pinched one of Rodney's nipples. The scientist shrieked and arched his back, everything to get away from these fingers. "S-Stop it, damnit!"

The fingers disappeared and the hand slipped out from under his shirt and for a split, wonderful second, Rodney had the insane idea that the man had actually listened to him. That he would just stand up, excuse himself and go away.

Before disillusion could set in however, someone grabbed his chin and forced it into a slightly raised position.

Rodney knew what was coming and that he could do nothing to stop it, but he babbled and writhed nonetheless, his body and mouth not yet realizing that it was futile. "W-W-Wait! Please, stop! You don't want to..." The rest of his pleading was cut off when Jacksons mouth crashed onto his in a grotesque imitation of a kiss.

It wasn't as bad as Rodney'd imagined it.

It was worse.

Although utterly exhausted, Rodney began to trash yet again. The hand that had hold his chin was gone now, but it didn't help him much, because his head was painfully forced against the hard surface underneath it. Rodney could do nothing to escape this demanding mouth. The only damage control he could do was to keep his own lips tightly pressed together.

Jackson meanwhile, licked and bit his bottom lip none too gently and demanded entry, which Rodney wouldn't allow him. The man on top of him seemed to realize that too because the kiss got even more desperate, the bites and licks even more insisting and even though Rodney could feel how his lip was tearing under that treatment, he kept his mouth tightly shut. He didn't want this man inside of him. Not ever!

He was so focused on what was going on above, that he didn't notice the hand that was gripping his waistband and how it was slowly unzipping his pants.

He did notice however, how the hand crept into his trousers and he definitely noticed, how it squeezed his cock through the material of his boxers.

It came so sudden and unexpected that Rodney couldn't stop the gasp of shock and disgust that escaped his lips. And suddenly there was Jackson's tongue in his mouth, exploring and darting from one end to another. There was nothing gentle about the way Jackson was ravaging his mouth and Rodney moaned in displeasure and pain.

His protests were muffled and his screams shallowed, while dark spots began to dance in front of his eyes.

He needed air and he needed to stop the hand that was slowly beginning to pull his pants down.

Rodney remembered his earlier vow and he thought about John, Ronon and Teyla and how they would want him to hang on until they got to him. He didn't need any more reassurances and in the split of a second he knew what he had to do. Although he really wished that he wouldn't have to.

And so, Rodney McKay rammed his teeth into the tongue of one Lt. Jackson. Hard.

He was rather satisfied with the outcome and at the same time clearly disgusted. Satisfied, because Jackson drew back with a yelp and Rodney was finally able to breath again and disgusted, because his bite had been hard enough to draw blood.

In a moment of boldness and frenzy, Rodney spit Jackson his own blood into his face. It was a direct hit that would have made Sheppard proud and it was a damn good feeling. Absolutely gross to say the least, but also really good.

The back of Jackson's hand that immediately collided with his cheek wasn't so nice though, but it helped Rodney come out of his state of shock.

The whole ordeal couldn't have lasted more than a minute, but it was a minute that Rodney clearly didn't want to repeat. Rodney felt already awful and he was sure that he had just got a glimpse of what was yet to come.

"Precious," Jackson said, and the way he lisped was kind of funny, while the menace in his voice really wasn't. "...so you decided that you want to be stubborn, eh?" His hand disappeared behind his back and when it came back it was holding a knife. "I wanted it to be as nice as possible for you but you leave me no choice..."

The words washed over Rodney because he had only eyes for the knife.

"Seriously? A knife? Again?" He just couldn't help the biting sarcasm that coloured his words. This situation was so ridiculous and so goddamn horrifying at the same time that he really didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. "What's with you psychos and knifes? Do you get a special discount when you buy them? 'Buy one, get one free?' Is it that?"

Jackson ignored him and stared at the knife and then at Rodney's shirt as if contemplating if he should just cut it off, before it abruptly jumped to his throat.

Rodney shallowed hard, fearing the worst, but Jackson didn't even look at him but stared into the shadows to their right. When he leaned down to Rodneys ear, his eyes stayed glued on something that just he could see. "You are mine and nothing you do will change that." He leaned back and Rodney saw that wicked smile again while Jackson still refused to look at him. "And neither will you!"

Rodney wondered briefly if Jackson was also schizophrenic in addition the being bi-polar but then he heard a noise from where Jackson was staring.

He knew that sound. It was a sound that he'd heard often enough to recognize it in his sleep. An exaggerated sigh, coupled with mock regret.

And he recognized those boots and those pants. And while his gaze wandered higher, he realized that he also knew those hands, those warm and gentle hands that were currently holding a gun which was directed at Jackson's head.

Rodney wanted to cry and to shout this man's name in relief when he finally reached the face, the hazel eyes and the messy black hair.

But what almost undid him in the end, was the cocky and superior 'I-told-you-so' grin and the lazy drawl.

"You wanna bet?"

A/N

: Okay I really didn't want to leave you with another of my evil, yet lame cliffhangers (I am one unimaginative bitch when it comes to cliffies) but I had to stop here or this chapter would have been waaaaaay too long and rushed and just like... a big ugly scar! Sorry, but that will be the last evil cliffi (of this kind), promise! Please bear with me!

The next chaper should be up Sunday (hey I'm sensing a pattern here...), so review fast and review much! LOL