A/N: Aloha! In a vain attempt too improve the writing quality and quantity I have decided to write on MY computer first, (because it has no net access) then send it over to my Gram's computer to post. Now that might not mean anything to anyone but me, but I still felt that I needed to say SOMETHING… Why? Because I can. Whahaha… Cookies go out to Amaruk Wolfheart of the Wraith, Manic Tater, and LiLAqUaMaRiE, for reading my stuff and liking it I'm so happy :)! Now I should shut up and give you the stuff you want. Like the next chapter!

Disclaimer: Yeah I've forgotten to but this up for the last couple of chapters, but nothing has happen in the fact of me owning SGA, still don't sadly…

Chapter 6

Atlantis was on high alert. Weir, Sheppard, Rodney, and Radek were all running around trying to make sense of things and prepare for the worst. Carson wasn't really needed around, he was told by Weir to go get some sleep or work or something. Zalenka forcibility marched him to his room and told him to sleep.

"When you do that you sound like my mum."

Radek stuck out his tongue.

Carson chuckled. "You better get back before Rodney gets the wrong idea."

Zalenka's eyes went wide, and he bolted to help Rodney. Carson chuckled again and shut his door to his bedroom. He flopped on his bed and stared at his ceiling. He was thinking of all sorts of things.

Rodney and Zelanka. A cute couple in his option. They already bickered at each other like a married couple. They might work out. Although Beckett wasn't sure of what sexually McKay was. He wasn't sure he wanted to. He wished Radek the best of luck.

The seemingly impending doom of Atlantis. Scared he shitless, but he was starting to get used to the idea of dieing soon. He was a sort of frontiers man. If he died, another would just take his place. People would be sad but he was replaceable. It would be harder to replace McKay and Zelanka.

He thought about Michael. When he was a Wraith with piercing yellow eyes, and human, when they were brown. The way his not fully human, not fully Wraith skin felt. His eyes of hurt and betrayal.

He felt the pull of sleep. Not strong enough to force him to sleep, just enough to make him feel tired and trying to remember how long he had been on his face. Insomnia blew; he took some sleeping pills, stripped down to his PJs and curled up in his bed. He let the chemicals do what the were made to do and he fell asleep.

He sat with Michael in the cafeteria. Michael was in his human form. Carson laughed at a joke that Michael told him. The both of them looked happy. The alarm went off. Beckett looked around, then back at Michael. Michael had regress to his Wraith form.

"Did you think that I would stay your perfect little lap dog forever?" Michael growled. Carson tried to run away, but found himself stuck to the chair. Michael walked up to him in a fluid manner. His one hand traced his face. His feeder hand was working his shirt open. Michael kissed Beckett once. A long bitter kiss. Then he pressed his feeder hand against Carson. "Good bye Carson." Michael began to suck the life of Beckett.

Carson woke up. He sat up on his bed. The dream seemed all too real. Sunlight seemed through his window. Confused he looked over at his clock. It read 12:01 pm. He overslept! HE raced to get clothes on and run down to his office.

When he got down to his office he found it was devoid of people. Their was a slight knock on the door and Zalenka walked in with civilian clothes on.

"Well good Morning… err… Afternoon, Carson."

"Good Afternoon Radek. Where is everyone?"

"It's a Saturday, their off doing whatever they want."

"Oh…"

"Come on I was going to get more coffee, would you like to join me?"

Carson smiled. "Sure."

A/N2: So tired… flops on ground took a Benedril (or how ever you spell it) and now I'm sooo sleepy… General Tzu's Chicken with coffee for breakfast is good though… sorry random thought… thank the allergy meds for that…

NEXT TIME: Michael learns that he is special, that his race is becoming something they never wanted to be…