Boxing Day 2006

Cameron took a sip of hot chocolate and watched his breath form small white clouds in the cold air. Matthew stepped up beside him. "Your girlfriend's hot. And appears to be teaching my son to throw snowballs with scary accuracy"

Cam snorted. "Thanks, I think"

His brother propped his arms on the railing of the veranda. "She something serious?"

He glared at him. "You're turning into Mom"

Matthew grinned and poked him. "So?"

Cam watched his six-year-old nephew hit one of the twins square in the face with a snowball. Luke dropped to the ground with a shout and played dead. He sighed. "When she's around, yeah"

Matt raised a brow.

He shifted. "She travels a lot for her job"

"Like you?"

"Kind of"

Matthew looked out over the backyard. Joshua had attempted to tackle Grace in revenge for his twin's take down and was now flat on his back, covered in screaming children. "She's young"

"So everyone keeps saying. I had noticed"

"Cam?"

"What?!"

Matthew scowled at him. "If she means as much to you as I think she does, make it work. Whatever it takes"

Cam gaped slightly at him. "Uh, pardon?"

His brother rolled his eyes and gestured to the scene in front of him. "This is what matters Cameron. This is what we fight for, what we keep our country safe for. I have no idea what the fuck it is you do now but I know it's dangerous and I know it's important. To come home to this is what makes it bearable, worth every injury, every loss"

"Right" Cam ran a hand through his hair. "Shit"

Grace shifted in the passenger seat and stared out at the passing scenery. "Cameron?"

"Yeah Princess?"

"What happened in Antarctica?"

The car swerved slightly. "Uh, excuse me?"

"Two years ago, when you had your crash. John was there too"

"Shit"

"Cameron?"

He swallowed round the sick feeling. "I'm sorry Gracie, I can't tell you"

She nodded. "Leavenworth?"

"Or shot at dawn"

Grace snorted and twirled a strand of hair round her finger. "I hunt monsters, seen impossible things. If you ever feel you can trust me enough to tell me I'll keep your secrets. Just like you keep mine"

He gripped the steering wheel. "I'm sorry baby"

"I know Cameron"

Four months later

Colonel Mitchell opened his eyes and stared into the dark. Something had woken him. His phone was ringing. Blinking at the clock he swore, 0300. This could not be good news. Scrambling out of bed he jogged down the hall and into the living room.

"Hello?"

"Colonel Mitchell?"

"Yes?"

"It's Dean, Dean Winchester. Look, sorry to call so late man but we wanted to let you know we're on our way over. About an hour away"

Cameron swallowed.

"Grace?"

"Yeah, um, look she's with us ok but she's not great"

"Fuck"

"We'll explain when we get there"

Cam stood listening to the dial tone, hand gripped around the receiver. "Fuck"

Dean dropped the phone next to him and glanced in the rearview mirror. She was asleep, head in Sam's lap.

He met his brothers gaze.

"There's a good chance he's gonna shoot us for this one" Dean whispered.

Sam snorted quietly and brushed some hair from her face.

Cameron opened his front door. She was in Sam's arms, a loose grip on his neck, head resting on his shoulder. She smiled weakly. "Hello Cameron"

He closed his eyes briefly then stepped aside. "This had better be good" he murmured as Dean walked past him into the apartment. Cam gestured with his head. "This way" He clenched his jaw, pushing down the urge to scream at them or snatch her from Sam and led them to the bedroom.

Cam watched as the younger Winchester laid her gently down and pulled up the cover. "You ok Gracie?"

She smiled up at him. "Yes, thank you Sam" Grace waved a hand. "Go get some food guys, you've had a long drive"

Dean sighed. "Grace…"

Cam coughed. "Uh, there's plenty in the kitchen. And the spare room is made up"

"Hey, look, we uh, don't.."

"Go on, before I change my mind"

"Right" Dean shifted. "Uh, thanks"

Grace snorted weakly. Cameron glared at her. "You need anything Princess?"

"I'm sure Dean can manage to make me some tea?"

"Sure darlin'. Just rest ok, stay calm"

She rolled her eyes. "Stop fussing"

"Stop fussing! Now you lo…"

"Dean!"

He looked at Cam.

"Go eat"

Cameron sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. "Princess, what have you done?"

She smiled at him. "Just a little mishap..with an angry spirit, and some water" she paused. "And some electricity"

He pressed his fingers into his temples. "You what?"

Grace laced her fingers into his. "I'm sorry Cameron"

He tried not to throw up. "What for baby?"

"They can't fix it" she whispered.

He gripped her hand "Fix what?"

"My heart"

Major Evan Lorne sat on the bottom of his bed, towel wrapped round his waist, elbows propped on his knees, fist gripping his soot covered dogtags. John hadn't said anything during the debrief, just dropping them into his lap as he left the room, eyes cold, jaw clenched. "Fuck" Evan whispered.

His door chimed. He swallowed. "Come in"

John stepped through the door and locked it behind him. Evan stood and studied his CO and lover warily. "John, I…."

"Shut up"

Evan's pulse sped up a little. John Sheppard didn't get angry very often but when he did he more than made up for it.

"Six days" hissed John. "Six fucking days I thought you were dead. You never, ever take them off again. Do you understand me?"

Evan licked his lips. He reasoned that trying to explain that had he not removed his tags he would probably actually be dead right now was not a good idea. He nodded. "I'm sorry John"

The other man's fists flexed. "I…I was all ready to go back to Earth Ev, I couldn't be here anymore. If it wasn't for my team, even McKay of all people, I don't think I would have been able to hide what you….shit" John ran a hand through his hair.

Evan risked a step closer. "John?"

He reached out and ran a finger down Evan's bare chest. "I'm still thinking about it"

"Uh, about what?"

"Going back to Earth. For good"

Evan's stomach dropped. "What?! Why?"

"Because I hardly recognise anyone on my own fucking base since the third wave came out, because I had maybe three people I could talk to when I thought you'd gone, because at least on Earth when I clock out and go home I can fuck whoever the hell I want without getting court-martialled"

"John.."

"Shut up. I've done all I can out here Ev, the Wraith are gone, let the others deal with whatever other shit Pegasus has to throw at them. Atlantis isn't the same with Caldwell as Commander of the Expedition, we're all having to watch our backs, stick to the regs. Teyla is pregnant again and has decided to return to her people along with Ronan, McKay is muttering about joining some hot young engineer back at the SGC" John wrapped his fingers around Evan's wrist. "There are too many ghosts wandering the corridors now, and you were nearly one of them. I'll understand if you want to stay, this is your home"

Evan closed the gap and slid a hand around the back of John's neck. "You are my home, and Cam, and Grace"

"Thank you" John pressed a kiss to Evan's mouth, running his tongue along his lips, seeking permission. As he opened up for his lover Evan flicked off his towel. John growled into his mouth and backed him up towards the bed.

"Fuck" muttered Evan as the back of his knees hit the mattress.

John hummed and shoved him down, straddling him and gently rolling his hips "Oh yeah, until you scream my name baby"

Evan hated himself a little for the whine that was forced from his lips at John's words, glaring at the other man's dark chuckle. Then hot, wet swirls were being traced over his neck, tongue flicking at his pulse point. A hand slid into his hair, gripping and pulling his head back, allowing his lover access to more skin.

"Taste so good Ev, so fucking beautiful like this"

Feeling his cock begin to dampen at its tip Evan moaned and gently thrust up into the man hovering over him. He thrust up again "Please"

John chuckled "Not yet baby"

Then John was sliding down further and gripping his now steadily leaking cock. "So wet already for me Major" He sucked gently at the tip, the sensations sending pulses of pleasure up Evan's body, causing his balls to tighten.

"John" He breathed.

"Oh yeah" Then there was a whole lot more hotwetsuction. Shit. Evan wrapped his hands round John's head, pushing up into his mouth, moaning at the feeling of hitting the back of the other man's throat. John growled around him sending vibrations up his length. "Fuck!"

Evan's hands were wrenched away and pinned to the bed, his lover rising up above him. "Greedy little Major. Tonight is mine" And John's lips were pushing down on his, tongue forcing its way in claiming and swirling and sucking, hips grinding down, the rough BDU material dragging across his bare cock. Evan whimpered, sound lost in the mouth crushed against his. John pulled away and he moaned, looking up into blown hazel eyes, glazed with lust, tongue darting out at the sight of bruised wet lips. God, the man was ridiculously pretty.

John smirked at him. "See something you like Major Lorne?"

Evan growled and flipped them. "My turn to taste" Not bothering with John's shirt he ripped open his pants and pulled them low enough to release his cock. Swallowing him down he gave a little hum causing the dick in his mouth to twitch and his lover to groan, then sucking hard Evan swirled his tongue over the length and drew small, slick circles round the tip, hungrily lapping up the taste of John.

"Enough"

Evan looked up, running his tongue over his lips, catching the last of the liquid that was spread around his mouth. John growled. "Stay there" Pushing himself up to stand at the side of the bed he kicked off his BDU's and boxers, pulled off his socks and dragged his shirt over his head. Still on his hands and knees Evan rocked slightly and gave a little appreciative moan at the sight of his naked CO.

"Yeah, you look real pretty too baby. Don't move" Stepping out of sight Evan felt him move behind him, his cock jerked in anticipation. Then a hot tongue ran between his arse cheeks and swirled around his entrance.

"Shit"

"Hmm, should have brought lube"

"Shit"

"Don't worry my love, gonna make you nice and wet"

Evan trembled slightly, his dick was practically forming puddles on the bed below him now. As John's hand appeared in front of him he took the fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them.

"Good Major. Now hold still"

Another last swirl of the tongue between his arse cheeks and then a finger was pushing in, Evan relaxed against the pressure and quietly moaned as it slid in, crooking slightly to brush his prostate. "Shit John, not yet"

His lover gave another dark chuckle and added a second finger, brushing against the bundle of nerves inside of him. His dick jumped. "John!"

"Just hold out for me Ev. Won't be long now"

Cursing quietly Evan squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to think about anything except the fingers in his arse and, oh shit, yeah the hand on his dick. "Not fair" he gasped.

"Hmm" Then the fingers were gone and the hand wrapped around his dick was gone and John was gripping his hips.

"Oh shit" murmured Major Lorne.

"Uh huh" John thrust.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck"

John stilled while Evan adjusted to him, as soon as he relaxed he was moving again. Small thrusts to start, then each time he pulled out a little further and pushed in a little harder until Evan was being practically driven into the mattress. John growled and wrapped an arm around Evan, pulling his back against him, still thrusting, centering on his prostate. Then his head was pushed to the side and teeth were nipping at his neck, sinking into his shoulder.

Evan's whole body was shaking "Shit, John" He couldn't take much more of this now, then a hand wrapped around his weeping cock and stroked.

"Fuck John!" Evan saw stars and came hard.

Cam sat at his kitchen table and poured a large whisky. He wiggled the bottle at the other two men and raised a brow.

"God, yes" Dean pushed his glass towards him. "Thanks Mitchell"

"For fuck's sake call me Cam or Cameron"

"Thanks Cameron" Sam's eyes never left his laptop screen.

Cam rolled his eyes and winced. "Thank God for enforced leave"

Dean raised his brows.

Cam waved his glass. "Totally kicked arse whilst also getting my arse kicked"

Dean snorted. "Sounds like you'd be a natural at hunting. How's it going Sammy?"

The younger Winchester shrugged and took a gulp of his drink. He coughed. "Jesus" Cam grinned at him. "There's the usual bullshit, healers, healing spells, power of God, blah blah. Only thing that'd have a chance of working at the moment would involve a crossroads deal"

"Fuck" Cam ran a hand through his hair. The whisky probably hadn't been a good idea but after Grace had fallen asleep he'd needed it. Now it was 0730 and he was pretty sure he was a bit drunk. He groaned quietly. "You guys lead the craziest, fucked up lives" He pointed at them. "And that's saying something, cause my job is pretty weird" Cam frowned. "And highly classified"

Dean grinned at him and leant back in his chair. "Dude, we hunt monsters for a living, who the hell are we gonna tell?"

"No way. Hang on, power of God? How about that Angel friend of yours, uh, Castiel?"

Sam grimaced. "Yeah, usually he'd be all up for the whole healing thing but he's on kind of a 'take over heaven' power trip at the moment. We already tried to contact him, no go"

"Shit, fucking Angels"

"Cameron, you don't know the half of it"

"Care to tell?"

"I don't think you're drunk enough"

"Wow"

"Yeah" Dean ran a hand over his face and took a drink. "I can't believe with all of our contacts, everything we've done, we're coming up with jack shit"

"Yeah" Cam whispered, and swirled his glass. Apart from performing some kind of military coup on the SGC and taking her through the gate he'd come up with nothing too. Something niggled the back of his mind. He blinked, staring into the amber liquid.

"Uh, Cameron?"

He held out a finger. "Hang on, I just…." Cam dug further through his whisky haze. Then it was there, staring him in the face. He exhaled. "Fuck"

Sam stared at him. "Uh, you ok?"

"Yeah, I just figured out how to fix it"

"So, let's go"

He looked up at Dean who was standing, reaching for his jacket. "No"

"No?" The other man glared at him.

Cam licked his lips, shit, he couldn't believe he was about to do this. "No. Only I can do this" He looked morosely at his drink. "And I should probably be sober first"

"Man, if you're heading for a crossroads I swear I'll shoot you"

Cameron flipped him off. "No crossroads. Although if I get court-martialled and thrown in jail will you come break me out?"

Dean grinned at him. "Colonel Mitchell, are you about to do something incredibly stupid and reckless to save someone you love?"

He swallowed. "Fuck, I think I am"

"Dude!" Dean slapped him on the back "Welcome to the family"

Sam snorted and drained his glass.

Same day, 2000

Cameron padded down the empty corridors of the SGC hoping and praying that no one would see him.

"Colonel Mitchell!"

Fuck. He turned around. "General Landry, Sir" He attempted a salute.

The other man raised a brow. "I'm quite sure, Colonel, that I ordered you off base and resting up for at least two weeks?"

Cam shifted. "Uh, yes Sir. I'm just picking up Vala, we're catching a movie. Thought she could use some time out too"

"Huh" The General eyed him then nodded. "Very well Mitchell, sure you're right. Just make sure you keep her in your sight and have her back on base at some point in the next couple of days. Can't have an alien space pirate running amok on my planet"

Cameron fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Of course Sir, thank you"

"Goodnight Mitchell. I'll see you in a couple of weeks"

"Yes Sir, goodnight"

He watched his superior turn the corner and disappear. He exhaled quietly and made his way to the on-base quarters. Standing in front of her door Cam closed his eyes. Did he really want to do this? Did he really want to drag her into this? Then he pictured Grace, sleeping in his bed, pale and exhausted. Even in the last few hours her breath had become more laboured, her face more drawn.

Cam swallowed and opened his eyes, raising his fist he knocked.

She raised her brows as she stood in the doorway. "Cameron? Is there something the matter?"

He took a quick look in both directions and nodded. "Can I come in Val?"

Vala frowned but widened her door. "Of course Cameron"

He stepped in and grabbed a seat in the nearest chair before his legs gave out. Maybe he should have continued drinking. Vala sat on her bed, legs crossed underneath her, waiting.

Cam licked his lips nervously. "Uh, before I go into this too much I need you to know that if you agree to help me, and we get caught, I'll probably be thrown in jail or shot personally by Landry" He looked at her "and I have no idea what they'll do to you sweetheart"

She tilted her head. "I am no stranger to risk Cameron. Please.." she waved her hand at him to continue.

"Val…"

"Cameron" She glared at him. "You are my friend, probably the closest one I have here. I shall help you"

He dropped his shoulders. "Right, shit"

Vala waited, idly running a strand of hair through her fingers. Cam cleared his throat. "A, uh, friend of mine is sick, really sick" He closed his eyes and spoke quickly, forcing the words out. "I need you to help me steal the Gou'ld hand device and come with me to heal her"

"This friend Cameron, she is the one who you have been so enamoured of?"

He snapped his eyes open. "Uh.."

Vala smiled at him. "I am not blind Cameron, or deaf, or stupid. It is her?"

"Yes" He whispered.

She nodded. "Then of course I will help you"

Dean frowned and placed two fingers on her neck, looking at his watch. "Shit"

"Dean?"

He looked up at Sam. "I don't know Sammy, it's like all of a sudden she's getting sicker, weaker. Fuck"

"He'll be back in time Dean"

"I fucking hope so Sam. Don't think I want to lose anymore than we already have"

Sam sighed. "Yeah, me too. I'm…I'm sorry Dean"

"Hey, not your fault Sammy. Fucking demons and Angels, playing with our lives. I'd gank every fucking one of them if I could"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Your violent tendencies are getting worse"

Dean grinned at him, looking towards the doorway as he heard the front door close. "Sam?"

"I'll go" Sam grabbed the Beretta off the bedside and disappeared through the door.

Dean pressed a hand to her forehead. "Hang on sweetheart. Lover boy is on his way"

"Dean?"

He looked up to see Cameron stood inside the door, a rather stunning brunette by his side. He frowned. "Uh Cam?"

Cameron looked at him pointedly. "This is Vala, she works with me. What's going to happen now you must never tell anyone"

"What?"

"Dean" The other man practically growled at him.

Dean nodded. "Ok, I get it" He stood and moved to the foot of the bed. The woman named Vala stepped past Cam and moved to the bed, she slid a metallic glove-like object over her fingers, ribbons of gold emerged and wrapped around her forearm.

"Heart Cameron?"

"Yeah"

Nodding she turned back to Grace, hand spreading open over the dying woman's chest. The 'glove' began to glow red.

From;CMitchellUSAF

To;JSheppardUSAF

Kicked Ori arse.

Grace nearly died.

CM

From;JSheppardUSAF

To;CMitchellUSAF

Thought I'd lost E.

Coming home.

JS

From;CMitchellUSAF

To;JSheppardUSAF

SGC has three new recruits.

Milky Way will never be the same.

CM

From;JSheppardUSAF

To;CMitchellUSAF

Fucking hell.

JS

Grace smiled at her reflection and turned, looking over her shoulder. She grabbed the hem of her dress and wiggled it down.

"Still too short sweetheart"

She turned to the door and grinned. "John! You're home"

"Yeah" He stepped into the bedroom and folded his arms across his chest. "Just in time too, I'll have to have a word with Cameron about your wardrobe"

Grace widened her eyes. "My wardrobe?"

"Don't play all innocent with me girl. Just where are you going dressed like that?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Out with Vala. You don't like it?"

"How about saving it until you're going out with us?"

"Uh uh. You lot ruin the effect"

She looked up at him as he stepped in closer. He raised a brow. "Effect?"

"Umhm. Free drinks" Grace smirked.

John slid a warm hand around her waist. "How about I give you the money for drinks and you change into your jeans?"

"Not as much fun. And I have money. It's just this way provides more entertainment"

"Fine" His other hand trailed over her shoulder, catching at the strap. "How about I give you a little reminder of what you're coming home to then you can go out"

"No way"

"No?" John brushed his lips down her neck.

"No mussing me up Sheppard"

His hand slid down from her waist and cupped her arse, before snaking up under the silky material. "I'll try but no promises"

Grace wiggled, torn between not wanting to have to redo her hair and enjoying the feel of his touch after all these months. John hummed and moved his hand up further. "Baby?"

"Uh huh?"

"Where is your underwear?"

"In the drawer"

He growled. "When I'm done it goes over this pretty little arse of yours" He pushed her up against the chest of drawers, fingers sliding inside of her.

Grace squirmed. "John!"

"Problem sweetheart?" His thumb brushed over her clit.

She felt her muscles tremor around him. "Shit, bastard"

He chuckled quietly. "Hmm, didn't think so" John slid a strap down and bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth, the hand that wasn't between her legs flicking open his fly.

Grace writhed under him as his thumb increased the pressure. "I'm gonna kill you"

"Yeah, course you are baby" He pulled out his fingers and pushed in further between her legs. "You can shoot me where I stand whilst my cum is running down your legs"

She hissed and wrapped her legs around his waist. He groaned quietly as he pushed inside of her. "God baby, I've missed this. Feel so good"

"John?"

"Yeah?" His head was buried in her neck, hips gently rocking between hers.

"You have five minutes otherwise I'm gonna be late"

He nipped at her throat and pulled back until his cock was nearly free of her. Grace's internal muscles twitched in anticipation. He slammed back into her. "Every man for himself then" John whispered in her ear before thrusting hard and deep.

Five hours later

Grace crawled up the bed and slid under the sheets, burying herself between John and Cam. John hummed and rolled over, fingers ghosting over her breasts.

"John?"

"Yeah sweetheart?" He lightly pinched, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"A thought occurred to me while I was out"

"Um, and what was that beautiful?" He slid a leg between hers.

"I'm a woman"

"Think we noticed Princess" Cam shifted, hand running up her thigh.

Evan snorted from the other side of John.

"With womanly parts"

Cam growled, hand pushing in between her's and John's legs. "Yeah, still with you on that baby"

"Like ovaries, and eggs, and a womb"

Cam stilled his hand. "Uh, what?"

"And John didn't use a condom earlier"

"What?!" Cam sat up and glared at John.

"What?" The other man blinked up at him, leg still gently sliding between hers. "It's no problem, you said all our tests came back clear"

"Yeah, the tests John" Cam ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't say anything about Grace being safe yet"

Evan propped himself up on his elbows. "Really?"

"Yes really"

"Huh, we kind of presumed…"

"Presumed!"

John stopped his movements. "Uh, so um, wasn't a good idea then?"

"Fuck!"

Grace stretched out and looked up at them. "Cameron, calm down"

"Calm down!"

"I'm sure it will be fine"

"Shit"

She curled onto her side and let her eyes slide shut. "I'm ovulating today" she murmured.

"Fuck!"

Two weeks later

They watched Grace wander into the kitchen, laptop tucked under her arm, and pour herself a coffee. Cam ran his eyes down her. "You get another job Princess?"

"I have a job Cameron"

"So sweetheart, if it's not a new job why the lovely secretary look?" John peered round the side of the table and licked his lips. "And the stockings?"

"Not for you John. I'm temping at Pelley's Solicitors today as PA to one Mr Pelley Snr. His last one had an unfortunate accident"

"Accident?"

"Yep. With the shredder"

"Shit. Really think you should be working cases right now Princess?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not pregnant Cameron, and you've had no problem with me going off world these past two weeks"

"Not the same, you're with your team and you're still on third contact missions. And how do you know for sure?"

"Because"

John narrowed his gaze. "That is not a proper answer sweetheart"

She glared back "I would know"

"Bullshit"

"Fine" She huffed. "You want proof? It's been two weeks right? I'll take a test"

They watched her stalk down the hall.

"Haven't exactly stocked up the medicine cabinet Princess!"

"I have some Cameron!"

He looked at the other two men. "I find it best not to ask"

Evan snorted. They sat in silence.

"So" John shifted. "It wouldn't be that bad right?"

"Excuse me?"

He looked at Cam. "If she was, it would be kind of ok right?"

"Really?"

John sighed. "We're staring forty in the face Cam. I don't know about you but I always wanted kids one day and I don't have any desire to have them with anyone else, or to be old enough to be mistaken for their Grandfather"

Evan snorted. "Speak for yourself"

"Fuck off, you're not that far behind us"

"Right" Cam looked thoughtful. "But it would be your kid"

"Our's Cameron" John looked at him. "And she's young. We could have more"

"Huh"

Evan grinned. "Mini you's, terrifying"

"Bite me Ev" Cam smirked at him. "They'd be awesome pilots"

"Or football players" John played with his spoon.

Evan tapped his fingers on the table. "Or they could be girls"

"Right"

"Like their Mom"

"Yeah"

"Shit"

"We'd spend our retirement beating up teenage boys"

"Please, we'd be stopping her from beating them up"

Evan snorted.

Grace strolled into the kitchen, holding a white plastic stick, triumphant smile on her face. "Told you" She waved it at them. "Not pregnant"

Three months later

Vala looked over at the other person currently in the woman's shower room at the SGC. "So, how are you finding it?"

Grace sighed and tipped her head back to wash out the conditioner. "Too many rules, too many superiors, cool weapons though, and today I shot a giant orange thing in the face"

The alien grinned at her. "You're disturbingly violent"

"Thank you"

"And your team?"

"Benson cried when I shot the orange thing"

"Ah"

"Yeah" Grace rolled her eyes. "However, I can't be on any of the guys teams and there aren't any other spots at the moment"

"Hmm" Vala studied the ceiling. "I'm staying"

"Right"

"Can't keep running"

"Tell me about it"

"Landry offered me my own team"

"Huh. Uh, what?"

Vala smirked. "My own team. SG-1 has one extra member really so someone has to leave now the Ori are done with"

"Huh. Cool, congratulations"

"Thanks….want to be my second-in-command?"

Grace gaped at her, choking on the water that ran into her mouth.

"Hi honey, I'm home!"

"Kitchen hon!"

Grace's stomach rumbled appreciatively at the smells wafting through the apartment and she grinned, strolling into the other room.

As she came to stand next to Evan he slid a hand around her waist, pulling her into his side. "So" He placed a kiss to the top of her head. "How was your day?"

"Cool. I got to shoot stuff"

Cam snorted from his seat at the table. "Stuff?"

"Creepy orange aliens"

"No starting intergalactic wars"

John rolled his eyes. "Please, you're not a fully paid up member of the SGC until you've done that"

Cam glared at him. "I have never started an intergalactic war"

John furrowed his brow. "Uh, the Ori?"

"Jackson's fault"

"Really?"

"Yep. Maybe with a little help from Vala"

"Speaking of Vala.." They looked at her. "..I'm joining her team"

"The Milky Way is doomed"

"Hey!" Grace smirked at them. "As her second-in-command"

"Fuck me"

Dean kicked the bars of his cage. "God damn freaky aliens"

John smirked at him. "Come on Winchester, at least they didn't take your clothes this time"

"Fuck you man"

"That's fuck you Sir"

"Bite me..Sir"

The door to the prison flew open, the guard sliding to a stop in front of them, kill shot to his head. Vala stepped in and smiled at Dean. "Oh, there you are darling"

"Bollocks"

He opened his door. "Val? Everything ok?"

She stepped in and he caught a waft of her favourite perfume.

"Yes darling" She undid her coat and let it drop to the floor.

Dean blinked and licked his lips. Smooth pale skin encased in black lace, peeking over the top of black stockings, black stilletoes lengthening her already stunning legs. "I thought you may wish to thank me for saving you today"

"Huh" He ran a thumb over the top of the curve of her breasts. "And how would you wish me to do that?"

"However you would like darling"

His cock hardened a little more and he pulled her in, arms sliding around her waist, lips pressing on hers. Dean moaned as she parted her mouth, encouraging his tongue to explore. Moving a hand into her hair he ran his mouth down her neck, nipping slightly, inhaling her scent. His hips rocked slightly. "You have the best ideas"

She hummed as his mouth travelled down her collarbone.

"Dean?"

"Yeah" he mumbled into the top of her breast.

"Who's your friend?"

His head snapped up and he turned. "Shit Cass!" Dean tried to block the Angel's view of the half-naked woman. "What the fuck?!"

"Dean, be polite" Vala peered over his shoulder and smiled. "Hello, um, Cass was it?"

The man in front of them dipped his head briefly. "That is correct. Hello Miss Mal Doran"

"You know her?!"

"I know all"

"Right, great, still channelling the whole 'I am God' thing huh?"

"I was a God once"

"Shut up Val. And you" He pointed at the Angel. "Get out, we're done. I already told you"

"I understand your reluctance to speak with me Dean, it has taken me many months to gain control over my new power. However…"

"No. Get out. Sammy and I aren't getting involved in your crazy, fucked up family feud anymore"

"Dean…"

"Val, stay out of this"

She sighed behind him and grabbed her coat, wrapping it around her. He looked at her as she moved in front of him. "Perhaps you should listen Dean, we have all done things that we regret" She placed a kiss on his cheek and took a seat on the couch.

Dean swore quietly and waved a hand at Cass. "Fine, make it quick"

The Angel looked at the woman. "I am afraid, Dean, that this will not be quick"

"I hate you"

Cam rolled out of bed and pulled on his sweat pants.

"Going somewhere Colonel?"

He grinned over at Evan, the other man naked, sprawled out across John. "Think we're done for now Ev"

John snorted and stretched out as best he could. "Get off"

"Nope"

There was a surprised yelp followed closely by a crash from the kitchen.

"Grace?!" Cam heard Evan hit the floor behind him as he ran out the bedroom.

They stood in the kitchen, the coffee mug that had caused the crashing sound lay on the floor, still steaming liquid pooled around its shattered pieces. The tap was on, the sound of water running the only noise filling the apartment.

"Shit. Grace!"

"Gracie?!"

They spread out and did a thorough search of all the rooms. It seemed their girlfriend had vanished without a trace, leaving behind her phone, keys and purse, wearing only one of Cameron's t-shirts.

"Shit"

"You keep saying that like it's gonna help"

Cam glared at John and folded his arms. "Any idea's Colonel?"

John flipped him off. Evan cleared his throat.

"Perhaps we should get the techs to trace her implant's signal?"

Grace glared at Castiel. "That is incredibly annoying" She smoothed the t-shirt down. "And a little invasive"

Dean snorted beside her. "Welcome to our world darlin'"

Sam looked around them. "Uh, where are we?"

"Good question, also is there a clothes store nearby?"

Sam grinned at her. "A little chilly?"

Grace stuck her tongue out then smirked at him. "At least I was done. Your brother was still half-hard when I got here"

"Grace!"

"Wrong, on so many levels" muttered Sam.

Castiel coughed.

"Oh, right yes" Dean waved a hand at him. "Get on with it then"

The Angel raised a brow.

Evan hung up the phone and ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck"

"What?"

"No signal"

"Shit"

"When I first learned of your decision to move away from hunting, turn your back on your destiny as vessels, eventual saviours of the world I was…concerned. However my new gifts have allowed me a glimpse of what the world would have been if you had continued upon the paths we had laid out for you, what fates you would all have met. I have brought you here so you may understand the importance of your future decisions" Castiel gestured around him. "This is 2015, had you never met the members of the SGC, never decided to join them in their battle"

Grace looked around and wrinkled her nose, an alien smell invading her nostrils. Shop fronts were smashed, cars littered the road, piled high with belongings, graffiti covered every concrete surface. She furrowed her brow. "What is Croatoan?"

"It is a virus, one created by Pestilence, on the orders of Lucifer. In 2009 the virus was introduced to the human race in the guise of a vaccine for an epidemic of flu, also created by Pestilence. It turned every human who was injected with it into a madman, their sole desire to cause pain, suffering and eventually death to all those uninfected. The uninfected population throughout the world now totals 3,454"

"Jesus" Dean made a face. "And what is that smell?!"

"It is the scent of the infected, combined with that of rotting flesh"

"Yum" Grace eyed the Angel. "So, this is some kind of lesson? Follow your heart bullshit?"

"In a way. You chose to stray from your paths. This means that Sam never said yes to Lucifer, he didn't kill Dean, didn't torture Grace"

Sam turned pale and stepped away from them. "I…I would never have said…yes"

Castiel nodded. "Yes you would. Because you believed you were strong enough to control Lucifer, because there was no other way to keep them safe" He gestured to the other two. "In fact Dean and Grace were both involved with the plan"

"No fucking way Cass! I would never have agreed to that!"

"In this life you did Dean. The things that happened to you, and to the people you cared for made you different. Not a lot, but enough. We made sure of that"

Grace hissed. "You really do play with us don't you?"

The Angel attempted to look slightly ashamed. "Yes, we did. But no longer"

"What?"

"This war has left us all weakened Sam. And seeing this future has shaken even the most stalwart of my siblings. It is time for us to remember what our Father first intended for us, and for the human race. We shall remain your protectors, your warriors but will no longer attempt to steer the course of human life, of it's eventual fate"

"So, what?" Sam glared at him. "You showing us this shit is just for a few fun extra nightmares for us?"

Castiel sighed. "No, this you must remember, as horrifying as it is. It will help you to stay true to yourselves, to take what you want. Only this way will the world continue on its different course. There is still time for this to happen, you must not let it. Live your new lives, love those you have bonded with and never look back on the world of hunting, never return to it"

"Right, well that's a lovely stirring speech but why exactly am I here?" Grace looked at the Angel. "I was never a vessel, I'm not a Winchester and I was hardly ever around when these guys were involved in this shit"

"That is not entirely correct"

"Oh crap" Grace closed her eyes.

"Before your Mother met your Father…"

"Crap"

"She met John Winchester.."

"Crapptiy crap"

"Thank God we never fucked"

"Dean!"

"So, who have you bonded with?"

Sam glared at his brother. "No one"

"Bullshit"

"Fuck off sis" Sam sneered.

"Hey!" Grace sat on Dean's couch. "The bastard couldn't even take me home"

"Yeah, well, maybe he thought we should talk"

Dean and Grace made disgusted noises in the back of their throats. Sam snorted. "Can't believe we didn't see it. You two are like fucking twins"

"Fuck off, Dean's a way bigger whore than me"

"Bite me Gracie"

"No way. I know where you've been"

Dean scowled at her and stalked through to the kitchen muttering to himself.

Grace fingered the pendant round her neck. "Why didn't they tell me?" she whispered.

Sam pushed his hair back and sighed. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I guess we're used to Dad still springing surprises on us, even from his grave. I'm sure they had good reason"

"Of course they did" Dean dropped on the couch next to her and handed the bottle of whisky over. She took a gulp. "If it was me I'd have wanted to keep your connection to us a secret for as long as possible. Dad already knew we were in for a whole load of shit as we grew up. They were protecting you"

"They taught me to hunt"

"Yeah, so you'd be ready, just in case"

Grace handed Sam the bottle. "You think?"

"Yep"

"So, what do we do now?"

"Same as we were doing" Dean grinned at her "After we hound Sammy into telling us who he's bonding with"

"Jerk"

"Bitch"