I don't own Stargate: Atlantis nor do I make any money off of this; as if there would be anyone willing to pay to read my things, if there were I wouldn't be here now, would I? Don't sue, mostly because I don't want to have to show up to the court appointments, and less about having anything to lose to you.

Rating: MA, because this is me and its better safe than sorry. However as of this moment I don't really think that it's that bad.

Pairing(s): Sheppard/McKay; Lorne/Parrish this means slash people, don't like don't read.

Summary: Some of the civilians that are on gate teams are suddenly supporting wounds that they don't seem to be getting on missions. When John and Evan see a particularly nasty bout of cuts on their significant others, there not going to let it go any longer.

A/N: This is inspired by Diamond-Raven's story Misunderstandings. It's almost like a sequel for that, only you know, not. Just the idea hit me that while I believe the story awesome, I don't think John would be able to do it, and Rodney wouldn't take no lying down. Please go read her story and leave a review for her fic's as well as mine! You don't need to read that to get this however. This takes place after Koyla failed to take Atlantis over. There will be torture in here, though not of the normal variety. Whether this will be a single chapter or multi chaptered I don't know. I guess we will see how it goes.

Solidarity

Chapter Two: Found

Rodney's POV

I see Parrish and Lorne together just inside the door of the training facility. You would assume by looking that the Major would be the dominate partner, however you would be incorrect. Grinning, I give Parrish another minute to finish ravaging his mate's mouth before coughing slightly to make myself known to them. A slight blush rushes up the Major's cheeks and Parrish laughs before tugging the Major to his side and holding him there. Yeah, there was no question about who is in charge of that relationship.

"Can I help you in anyway, Doctor McKay?" Parrish asks with a grin of his own while focusing in on me.

It had been almost a month since I had informed the civilians that everyone had to have mandatory survival sessions every Saturday with the Major. There was some grumbling, but mostly everyone fell into step easily enough and no one had missed any of the lessons. The Major seemed quite happy to be training them, and all the soldiers in general seemed to breathe easier knowing we were learning how to defend ourselves. The few of us civilians who have permanent spots on gate teams were informed of the extra training that would be required of us to be out in the field. They were not thrilled, to say the least, but eventually they all came to agree they would take it to be allowed to continue on with their units. This leaves me standing here in front of Parrish who, sadly since Radak doesn't have any permanent unit spots, became my second in this.

"I need to have a few words with Parrish Lorne; if you're finished you can go," I let him know, waving my hands about to indicate their obvious lack of anything of importance going on. They can have a make out session on their own time.

"Of course, Evan. If you'll give me a few minutes I'll meet you up in our quarters where we can finish our, uh, conversation," Parrish says with a wolfish grin and I snort because, come on, the best he could come up with is conversation? Really? Apparently Lorne thought so as well because he went bright red and stammered out a sure before making the quickest retreat possible without running away out right. After staring at his ass on his walk out of the hall we had all been standing in, Parrish finally turns back and regards me with a raised eyebrow.

"What can I do for you, Doctor McKay?" he asks with a smile readily on his face. Unfortunately I don't think it will be staying there for long.

"I have found our trainer. He will be starting tonight. Seeing as there are only a few of us civilians on permanent team units that see any front line action, he will do two sessions on Saturdays and two sessions on Sundays. We get two sessions a month. That way we have time to heal. Seeing as we will be given time to heal, he won't be taking it easy on us. He wants to whip us into shape. Probably quite literally," I say grimly, knowing he was hoping I wouldn't find anyone to do as we needed on the base.

"I see. Who will be teaching us then?" he asks as neutrally as possible. At least he is professional about the whole thing.

"One of the men in the Medical Department. You probably wouldn't know him. His name is Terry. He was a military brat, and had even served in the military himself until an injury took him off the front lines. He moved into the Medical Sciences after that. So he knows what he's doing. Jenifer knows about what is going on as well. She will make sure we don't die or get too injured we can't do our jobs," I inform him, and see his surprise at once. It doesn't surprise me whatsoever. Jenifer was not as sweet and cute as she showed on the outside. She was actually quite a dominating person with a need to be in control. She hid herself well.

"Doctor Keller? She knows about this and is fine with it?! I can't believe it! I thought for sure if she ever found out she would flip," he says; the shock showing clearly in the way he speaks so personally with me, though with what we're about to go through together, I should probably just get used to it.

"Yes, well she is not as sweet as she likes to show off. If anything, she was upset because her duties require so much of her time she had to assign her lackey to be the one to personally doing the training. Though I wouldn't be surprised if she dropped in and 'helped' every chance she gets," I inform him slightly bitterly.

Yes, Jenifer was not the way she pretended to be at all; I had learned that first hand. I still have the scar on my hip to prove it. Thankfully we didn't last that long, and then me and John got together. I look up and see the curiously raised eyebrow and know I will not get out of this, so nod towards the transport and when he gets in teleport us to one of the unexplored parts; well at least unexplored by the anyone other than myself. He doesn't bat an eye, just looks around and nods.

"Nice set up you have here. I have one of my own, other side of the city. It took a while to get everything to make it comfortable, but it's mine so it's worth the trouble of getting everything there secretly. So what's this about Doctor Keller?" he asks while dropping onto the chair in front of the low set table. It was really little more than a sitting area. It had one room attached to it that was the bedroom at one point but I turned it into an office of sorts. After all, I had my own living quarters assigned to me. This is just for peace and quiet when I need to get away from everyone. It doesn't surprise me he has a place similar for himself. In fact, if the whole since department didn't have one I would be more surprised. As if we would be able to keep our curiosity down until the soldiers were ready to explore. Still, it was silently agreed upon that anything found out through this way, would be researched on with everybody to keep anyone from being hurt or found out. Besides, we didn't keep secrets from the soldiers; well, not really. Alright that's a lie, there is the vault, but that was for their own protection.

"She just has taste that I wouldn't normally go for, that's all. She will show up and watch over the sessions from time to time. Help out where she can, and she will likely be structuring our training, even if just from behind the scenes. It was necessary to get her involved because: one, she is dating the man who is going to be helping us train; and two, we will be getting hurt here. We're going to need a person with a good medical background to make sure if things get out of hand, that we will be alright in the end. I am sure he could look after us as well, but well, why take second best when you can take the best period?" I say while handing him a glass of the hard liquor.

I know he doesn't have to work anymore today, and if we're going to go over this, something I haven't even told John about yet, then we need to be drunk. He accepts the glass and takes a sip of it while settling back.

"You and the doctor? I always thought that was something to help keep John's job intact because of DADT? What kind of taste?" he asks with a grin, and I sigh.

"Yes well, it wasn't. John and I didn't start, well, at least not actually until after Jenifer and I were done. Think dominatrix, but way past that," I say, hoping that being blunt and upfront will make this conversation over with quicker. Apparently my luck is not with me today.

"How do you mean 'not actually'? Either you're with someone or you're not. Dominating was she? I wouldn't have guessed it with the way she is like. Then again, she is a department head, so she does have the authority to do what she pleases. What didn't you like about it?" he asks, and I gape slightly. We barely know each other and he wants to get into conversations like this?!

"We're about to be tortured together, lie to our boyfriends, not to mention everyone else about what we're doing, and lord only knows what that's all going to lead us to, which I am sure it will lead to something, it always does. Yet you're balking at a question about your sex life?" he asks with a quick grin. I have no idea how he can smile and talk about being tortured at the same time. Still, he's right; it's hardly time for me to get squeamish.

"John and I are together, and have been in the past before, however, it was more casual sex than any real relationship in the past. It wasn't until just a few months ago that we actually decided to try for an actual real relationship. Surprised me he even asked, honestly. I was sure it was nothing but sex for him. He had never before hinted at it being anything other than that anyway. Of course it took about 3 hours, a run for our lives, and then a bit more confusion before he managed to properly ask me out. I still don't know what that was all about," I tell him with a shrug because, well, he is right we're about to do a lot together and so we might as well get to know each other. It wasn't likely this was going to lead to anything other than a doomed friendship, what with the torture and all, but never let it be said I didn't give my all to everything I do.

"I was sure you were together from the start. I had figured the Major was your sub what with the way he was acting and all. Definite 'taken' vibes," he says, and I can feel my face going red.

"My what?! I am not! We're not like that! What vibes are you on about! The only vibes John ever gives out are the ones inviting priestesses and chief daughters to drool all over him," I huff out. Honestly, John is so vanilla it still surprises me he is bisexual, and will sleep with a guy. I see him shaking his head and laugh out.

"Oh come on! You don't see it?! He caters to you! He brings you food and coffee. He turns on tech for you, refuses to get sucked into the light switch Rota so he can stay with you all day. Then there are the times the man has to practically lock his legs in place to keep from just dropping to his knees at your side. Not that it helps his image any anyway, seeing as the second you snap your fingers he comes. You do have him rather wonderfully trained. It took me a long time to get Evan into such a mindset," he says with a wolfish grin. The man might be all smiles, but don't let that fool you, he is anything but sweet and innocent.

"I so don't want to know what you and your boy toy gets up to in bed! John does not cater to me, it's just I have food allergies and the cook lady has it in for me, so he gets me the food so she doesn't know it's for me, and you know, try to poison it! As for the coffee, he brings everyone that. It's no big deal. He does not kneel! I'm telling you, John isn't into that sort of thing. If we even talked about our feelings he would probably keel over from embarrassment. I highly doubt he is just waiting to drop to his knees for me. Really, it's completely vanilla with us. Actually, it's even less than that really. Just blowjobs and hand-jobs mostly," I mutter it out, not really sure why I was explaining my worry over our sexual relation with John to him. Then just shrug, he started it by asking so if he has a problem, it's his own fault.

"That's it? What have you been doing then when it was just sexual? I also notice you don't deny your own want of it, just the Major's," he demands incredulously, and I wince slightly before taking another swallow of my drink.

"It was mostly after missions that went wrong or had trouble with the soldiers or higher ups, when it was stressful that he would come to me, and I would help him out. That was also why when Jenifer offered I didn't mind saying yes; it wasn't like John and I were in a real relationship. So then she was into some things, introduced me, and I thought I would like it, but it didn't turn out so much, well it did, just not in the way she hoped," I say with a slight shrug. I had of course known of Doms and Subs long before her, but because of the way my life was I had never really had the opportunity to do anything about it before her. She told me straight off the bat she was a dominate person, and would be in charge. I agreed.

"So in short, in emotionally charged situations he sought you out to just be with you and hang out with you, not even really doing the sexual bit, and you didn't think that meant he wanted to be with you? Well, that does explain the entire glaring and defiance thing he has going on with the doctor. I just assumed it was part of his cover. So you were into it, just you weren't into being submissive? I don't know how you are so brilliant and still don't see some of the most obvious things. You are a dominate person, of course you wouldn't be all that compatible with submission. Even more so when you're already in a relationship with your own submissive. Trust me, I know what I am talking about," he says with a nod as if that makes it law.

"You have no idea what you're on about. Ok, yes I admit it; I like to be in charge. Especially in my personal life. John and I were not in a relationship before. Well ok, now I am wondering if some of his motives were relationship biased but if so he said nothing till after Jenifer and I broke it off. I can hardly be held responsible for that if I don't know he wants to be in one! I can't read minds, you know. That aside, however, John just isn't into things like that. I would have noticed that if he were. I won't do anything to jeopardize my relationship with him. He is barely comfortable that we're officially together. He is always so jumpy when we do anything even semi-publicly. Hell, the sexual aspect hasn't even upped or changed from what it was before, so I think I would have noticed if he say, liked dropping down and playing submissive for me," I snap out irritably.

"Who first initiated the sexual side of things?" he asks.

"I did," I say with a shrug, unsure where he is going with this. I might have started it but John definitely didn't say no.

"When you did what did you say, or ask for? Specifically," he asks bluntly, and I blush. I can't believe I am having this conversation. I toss back the rest of my drink, and quickly pour another one.

"I asked if he would let me blow him. Help him relax, you know. He wanted it!" I snap out while raising my chin up. I know he wanted that, even if the rest might be blurred. Not that there was much in the 'rest' area anyway. Just a few surprise hand jobs.

"I have no doubt the Major wanted it. My point is you started it. You asked him into the sexual aspect, you dictated what type of sex it would be. You probably have initiated it every time you fool around, yes? He is taking his cues from you. You asked about the blowjobs, and you gave the hand jobs. He probably thinks that's all you want because you haven't taken any steps forwards. You said it was confusing the way he asked you to get into a real 'proper' relationship with him? How so?" he asks while waving away the rest of everything I had said.

"I don't know really. It was off somehow. It was my first mission since Jenifer and I were over. John had been staying close to me since the whole break up thing anyway. Then the whole mission through he was right on top of me, practically sat in my lap at the greeting ceremony we had to sit through. We sat down to the feast, the talking got started. I think one of the girls on the planet kind of liked me. She asked if I was dating anyone; I said not at the moment. She continued talking; I pretended to listen while looking over my readings. She asked me if I wanted to go and sleep with her. I laughed and said she was a bit young. She assured me she knew what she was doing, and really did slide into my lap and kissed me soundly. Then John got upset and pushed her off. She yelled at him, said she had the right to try for my affection or some such seeing as I wasn't claiming anyone as a mate. John yelled I have a mate, him. She became outraged that he would try to steal me from her. The pointing of sharp objects in his vicinity commenced. I had to blow up the supply room to get their attention off the cell he was being held in. We were running away," I said with a shrug. It was almost a normal mission, the only difference being John and my roles were usually reversed.

"So he let you know he wanted you by saying that, and then you asked him out?" David asked with a slight frown.

"No, we were running away. Ronon and Teyla stayed behind to give cover to us because they had both been there before so they knew a fast easy way to the gate to catch up. He was babbling. About what he said. Apologizing for something. I still don't know exactly what he was saying sorry for. In fact, that was how he asking me came about. I asked him what he was sorry for. He said he hadn't meant to make it sound like I was his. I asked why he did say that, he shrugged and said he kind of wished he were with me. He was saying something else as well now that I think of it; what I don't remember because I cut him off by grabbing him and kissing him while managing to keep us running at the same time. Then we were together since then," I tell him, and he nods.

"He was probably embarrassed and apologizing about taking control from you. He was all over you since your break up with the doctor, and then someone started making moves on you again, and he probably just didn't want another mix up like with Jenifer. Look, you don't believe me, yes? So test it, tonight suggest in a vague sort of way about going further sexually. I guarantee you he is just waiting for your lead. If he isn't, then you both can play it off lightly and keep on the way you have been, but if it's as I think it is, he will be overly ready to try anything you want from him," he says and I shake my head. I can't believe I am even thinking of trying this.

"Oh and what do you suggest I do; say, hey John, would you like to get tied up, bent over and fucked? Used as I please, controlled and cared for as I see fit? Plus hello, it's the Major we're talking about here. He has to lead the whole flipping army of Atlantis. I hardly think that proves conductive to being submissive," I say finally, frustrated.

"I am in charge with Evan, but that doesn't mean he isn't in charge when we're in the field. I know and accept he knows more about protecting and soldiering and things along that line than I do. Therefore, is more suited to taking charge in such a situation. That stops at the gate, however. Everywhere else he is mine. Besides, you both already have a great working relationship; why would that ever need to change? It hasn't just because you have started to date has it? Look, snap your fingers and demand coffee. The second he gives it to you tease him about following the snap like a dog would his master's call. Playfully suggest you should train him to strip and be ready on command in such a way so that he's always ready for you when you're set to go. If there is something there, trust me, the words alone after so long will provoke a reaction. If not, it's just some teasing that you do all the time to each other." he says, and I find myself nodding and agreeing.

"If he kicks me out of our room, I will be taking camp at your place just to annoy you and your degenerate lover, just so you know," I warn him seriously. If I can't be sleeping with John over this, there is no reason he needs to be sleeping with Lorne. He snorts but nods, accepting at once. I am left wondering what I have just gotten myself into.

"Anyway, all that aside; assuming everyone sticks to it and takes it, how is this supposed to work? Not in theory but in actuality," he asks, and suddenly the amusing and teasing conversation was gone and I swallowed the rest of the drink down, and this time he joins me, before refilling for both of us.

"Radak knows everything, of course; can't keep anything from that snoopy chez. He disapproves of the method, of course, but I explained it was for Atlantis and the good of everyone involved. I usually delegate things of personal matters to him anyway. So I wanted him to know so if he noticed anything he could take care of it. He grumbled and cussed in chez for a while then agreed. You were with me for the rest. They were reluctant, but understood in the end that this is what's necessary and best for Atlantis and everyone who lives here. I don't think it will be easy by any means. Nobody likes to be tortured simply to be tortured, with no real end goal in sight. Who would? That's why I also informed Miko. She, along with Radak and Jenifer, will keep an eye on things. Make sure nobody starts to slip up either in work, or chat about what we're doing, especially to the soldiers. As for how the training is going to go down? I haven't the slightest clue. I think it's part of the torture, screwing with us to make us sweat and worry about what he is going to do," I say with what I am sure is a scowl and stare at my drink unhappily.

"So basically he is just going to collect us, torture us, and then release us for a week or two, then rinse and repeat?" he asks, trying to figure out then ins and outs of this whole affair; like any good scientist would.

I don't care how many times he tries his whole, 'I'm just a botanist Rodney' routine, I know he has a more practical scientific background; and one day I shall find the proof I need. Then I will set him to work with the rest of my minions! I shrug because I honestly don't know. I believe that's how it will go down, but I don't know.

"Probably, but it could be anything, anytime, anyplace. They were so vague about that, I didn't even bother to try to get information out of them about what would actually happen when the first sessions begin," I tell him. He nods, accepting what I told him at once, and complies. I know I shouldn't ask but something has just plain been bugging me about him and his help.

"You know, you're really rather accepting of the whole situation. It's weird; one could assume you even want it," I tell him bluntly, and suddenly find myself on the end of a glare from him. I have never seen a negative emotion cross his face before and take pride in the fact that I was the one able to bring it out in him, even if it made him look like he was about to try to gouge out my eyes with his bare hands.

"I accept it because I know my place. Below you in the command chain, and because you told me that if I couldn't prove myself to you in a way you find satisfactory I will lose my place with Evan. I will never allow that to happen. Ever. Evan and I are meant to be together. I know lovers are not usually allowed on the same work schedule, let alone teams for a strategic reason, and yes sometimes I will admit to proving why that reason is sound, but that means nothing to me. I love Evan, and he loves me. We belong together, and if doing this is how I accomplish that, then so be it. Then there is the whole: you're my direct superior. I won't disobey an order from you," he tells me, and well, I will never admit it, I am awed and slightly stunned at his complete loyalty so quickly.

"I am sorry you know that it has to be this way. I have to make sure we're all safe. Both the civilians and Atlantis herself. I am an engineer, a caretaker. I fix things when they break. We're broken and I need to fix us. The soldiers think it's their duty to die in our place. That we're too weak, that we need to be protected. We need to show them that we're equals; that we'll protect them and Atlantis to the last. Same as them. If it counts for anything, I wish there was another way, I just don't see it," I let him know, and he nods, finishes his drink in one swallow and stands. He gets up and places the glass down on the table before resting his hand on my shoulder.

"I know, I do. I get why you're doing this, and I agree because I want to protect everyone and Atlantis as well. So does everyone else on the gate teams. It's why we have all agreed to this. In that respect, just in case what we're doing ever comes to light, I prepared something for you. Should keep you from getting in trouble," he says, handing me a folder I hadn't even noticed he had in hand, before nodding to me one last time before heading out the door muttering about going to his own Major and finishing what he started. I call out a faint goodbye and open the folder, wondering what could be so important that actual paper was used. I scan the first paper, and my eyes widen at once. Quickly flipping through all the papers, I shake my head and quickly get up and lock them away in a place nobody but me knew about. The entire civilian gate team population had wrote out formal letters stating that they had accepted the 'training' of their own free will and that I hadn't forced them into anything. Noticing the time, I quickly clean up the slight mess we made before heading out to get to our quarters before John got there. We have a standing lunch date.

END OF CHAPTER

Ok, there is chapter two. I am planning on either an actual date for both parties (John and Rodney, and Evan and David) or the start of the 'training' for chapter three. Review and tell me what you would like to see in the next chapter! You never know, it might just show up! As always thanks be to my lovely beta bas_math_girl.