Miss Winchester

by MillieMaeB

The scientist sighed quietly. "I have another sister, her name is Olivia" He told the table before raising his gaze to them. "My Mom uh, met someone after her and Dad separated. The man was a widow, had two boys already" When a young woman is found alone and catatonic in a cemetry in Kansas by an idling Chevy Impala Dr McKay returns to Earth, just when the Ori decide to invade.

3. Chapter 3

One week later.

John sat back in his chair, tapping the arm thoughtfully. "She's a good trainer"

"Yep" Cam shifted sideways from his position against the wall of the observation room, taking another look down into the gym where Olivia was sat by her bag sipping from her bottle of water. "Could probably teach the marines a thing or two"

Evan snorted, stretching his legs out in the seat next to John.

He'd discovered this room above the gym a few months into the expedition to Atlantis and had only revealed its existence to a select few. He wasn't sure why but it had definitely provided him with some excellent information over the three years they'd been here. People relaxed when exercising, they used this place to socialize, to talk whilst they worked out. It was also a good opportunity to identify those who were skilled, and those who needed further training.

Tonight he'd headed up here to check on Miss Winchester's progress with her classes. From what he'd seen he'd have to be a little more careful of provoking the sciences from now on.

"What's she waiting for?" Evan peered down, the rest of the women had left nearly twenty minutes ago and she didn't seem to be showing any signs of leaving.

"Or who?"

John rolled his eyes at Cam. Then the door slid open and the young doctor who had arrived on the Daedalus walked in.

"Huh" Cam leant forward and flipped the switch on the com that would let them listen whilst still remaining hidden from the occupants of the room below.

"Thank you for waiting Liv, I'm sorry its late" Dr Keller smiled a little nervously and dropped her bag by Olivia's.

"No problem hon, things upstairs a little busy huh?"

"Crazy arse engineer's, forever blowing themselves up" Jennifer shrugged out of her hoody.

Olivia snorted and pushed herself up, snagging a piece of material from her bag. "You ready for the next lesson?"

"I am never ready for the next lesson"

"Coward"

"I'm afraid so" Jen tried to stay still as the blindfold was placed over her eyes and gently tightened. "Why do I get the feeling this is going to hurt like a son of a bitch?"

"It won't if you concentrate"

"Hate you"

"Uh huh" Olivia stepped away, reaching for her Bantos. "Now focus, recite your lessons, remember what you've learnt"

She licked her lips, subtly widening her stance. "Lesson one, stay on my feet. On my knees, my back, my arse I am at a disadvantage, weaker. On my knees I can't fight, I can't run. Lesson two, there is no shame in running away. As long as it is in the right direction. Lesson three, shoot first and make every shot count. Hand to hand must be my final resort. Lesson four, I will rarely be the strongest. But I can be the quickest and the smartest, my enemy will always underestimate me and that is where my strength lies. Lesson five, nothing is unbeatable, everything and everyone has its weak spot. I switch from defence to attack only when I have identified it"

Standing in front of the blindfolded woman Olivia casually swung the sticks in her hand. "Very good. Now for lesson six. Your enemy will not always conveniently attack you in broad daylight, nor will they play fair. To blind your prey is the quickest and most effective way of preventing its escape and any attempts it makes at fighting back. You study the human body Jen, know what its capable of, things that most of us never push it to achieve"

"Open up your other senses. I breath, move, make sounds and disturb the air" She pushed the Bantos into her hands. "Find me"

Stepping back Olivia took three paces to the right and stood, making her breaths shallow, forcing her body to relax. Jennifer kept as still as she could, eyes closed behind her blindfold, ears straining for any sound. The room was silent, her own breathing loud in her ears. Holding her breath for a few seconds she tensed at a whisper of a sound, trying to pick it up again, remember what direction it had come from. Then a few stray hairs that had fallen from her ponytail brushed her neck, she whirled stick raising up.

They watched as Olivia stepped closer behind the other woman and gently blew before ducking and rolling away from the blow. Regaining her footing she moved closer again but this time there was no need to alert the doctor to her presence as another succession of blows were avoided, one coming dangerously close to Olivia's face. The other woman had found her now, had apparently got some kind of lock on her.

Olivia was giving her a lot of grace but it was still a pretty impressive sight, John had only ever seen Teyla spar like this and had avoided it himself because he kinda liked his face the way it was now. He leant forward as they stopped their movements. It seemed this Dr Keller had been training with Liv on the Daedalus, and for a quite a while. He briefly wondered if this was how Olivia had been taught, from the way they spoke the Winchester's had done most of their hunting at night, in the dark.

"Very impressive, you like the Bantos?"

"They're similar to what we were using before. Um, actually I kinda prefer them"

"Why?"

Dr Keller swung them gently. "Lighter, easier to grip"

Olivia nodded. "You can take off the blindfold"

She pulled off the material and blinked at the sudden onslaught of light. "I have a feeling you could have taken me down several times over"

"Yep, and once you tried to knock out the weight rack"

"Hilarious"

"But true. However that's not what tonight was about. You honed in on me, that's pretty good for the first time"

"Ok" Jennifer rolled her shoulders. "And next time?"

"I have the sticks"

"Great"

Olivia grinned. "Wanna spar for a few minutes?"

"Sure" She grinned back. "I can pretend your head is Caldwell"

Receiving the finger in reply Liv grabbed a spare set of sticks and bowed. "Do your worst Dr Keller"

"Well, fuck me"

Evan rolled his eyes. "So eloquent Mitchell"

"Bite me. And I'm starting to think I should join the lessons"

"Why, you already fight like a girl" John grinned at him before peering down as Dr Keller left the gym. The woman was definitely skilled, without the blindfold she'd given Liv a run for her money. As the two other men joined him in watching Miss Winchester pad across the mat towards the door she looked up and smiled.

"Shows over gentlemen"

"Bollocks"

---

John eyed his bed. "You scale the wall or something baby?"

"Maybe"

He snorted and sat to unlace his boots.

"How'd it go?"

"Looking good. And she's giving private lessons now too"

"To who?"

John stood and rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, before pulling his tee over his head. "Keller, she's the CMO on the Daedalus"

"And?"

"The Doc kicks arse. Maybe I should steal her"

"Won't that annoy Caldwell?"

"Hope so" John grinned and kicked out of his pants. "Don't think she likes him much"

"He seems ok"

He frowned. "When did you meet him?"

Ronan grinned. "Jealous?"

"Please, I'm way hotter"

"Prettier"

"Quit calling me that, it hurts my male ego" He crawled up the bed, lowering his head for a kiss, humming quietly as Ronan nipped at his tongue. "And?"

"Met him when we collected that tech that shot Liv"

"Oh, where was I?"

"Avoiding Caldwell"

"Hilarious" John sat back on his heels, fingers trailing over the other man's chest. "She knows about the obs room"

"Of course she does"

"It's very annoying"

Ronan smirked. "You should be impressed"

"Well I'm not, just annoyed"

"Too annoyed for sex?"

"Never"

---

The next day.

Olivia listened to the priestess, nodding occasionally, trying to keep her serious face firmly in place whilst grinning wildly on the inside, this was turning out better than expected. It was rare all of the first teams went out on missions together but Aiden had done her proud, citing that the Anean settlement was a large one with a small army at its disposal and that they were better off with a greater number of Lantean's for their visit. She could feel the gazes of the men of SG-1, AR-1 and DR-1 burning into the back of her head. The priestess had wanted to speak with the women from Atlantis only.

She knew she was being a little ambitious with her increasingly elaborate plans but the people she had in mind would need only the slightest nudge in each others direction. And now their hosts wanted them to join the celebrations and to stay until the next day, it was a festival to honour their Goddess and for tonight the women would be in charge of proceedings. Her fingers fluttered mindlessly to the chain around her neck, Ronan had returned it to her this morning as they'd passed on their separate running routes, she'd smiled her thanks and he'd nodded, fingers briefly brushing against hers before he sped off.

Teyla spoke from next to her. "We would of course be honoured to join you however in this instance our leaders are the men behind us, we serve on their teams"

The other woman nodded. "I understand, they would not be expected to fulfil all of the duties of the men this evening, and you would not be asked to take on the exact roles of our women but it is important that a certain image be projected. There are those amongst our people that still hold the tradition in very high belief"

Vala raised a brow. "We shall be sure to behave appropriately, as will the men as long as they are not asked to, as you say, 'fulfil the duties'. We are used to journeying to other places, witnessing other's traditions"

The priestess nodded and smiled. "Then we are agreed?"

Olivia smiled back. "We are. Thank you for allowing us to join you"

Dean rolled his eyes behind his Raybans. "Why do I get a bad feeling about this?" He watched his sister return the priestesses smile. "Oh crap"

Colonel Sheppard snorted beside him. "Scared?"

"When my sister is involved, and lately, Vala? Yeah"

"Tell me about it" Muttered Colonel Mitchell.

They watched the four Lantean women stroll back towards them and Dean sighed. "They look way too happy" Ronan huffed a laugh and slapped him on the back causing him to stagger forward slightly. "Hey! Watch the super strength"

The Satedan smirked at him.

"John" Teyla inclined her head. "We are welcome to stay, in fact they are eager for our presence at the forthcoming festivities.."

"Of course they are"

She raised a brow at Rodney. "..but certain behaviour will be expected"

"Of course it will"

"Shut up McKay" John glared at him. "What kind of behaviour?"

She smiled slightly and he braced himself, this was never a good sign. "This evening they give thanks to their Goddess, it is but one day in each full cycle set aside to worship her and because of this the men are expected to be subservient"

Dean dropped his head. "Why does this shit keep happening to us?"

Major Mitchell snorted. "How subservient are we talking?"

"As visitors you will merely need to be polite and respectful, no consuming of alcohol or food unless it is offered, no touching a woman unless invited to do so"

"Isn't that what we do everyday?"

Cam grinned at his brother. "Only you Tom" He got the finger in return. "So, what are the Anean men be expected to do?"

Vala quirked a smile, eyes hidden behind mirrored lenses. "They are expected to attend, in any way they are asked"

"Oh boy"

---

John looked around him, they'd finally managed to arrange themselves with the male members of the three teams split between the four women who were on the mission. At first they were going to stick to their teams but Dean and Sam had said it was weird to do this with their sister which he'd secretly agreed with so after much shuffling about of personnel each Lantean male was now answerable to one Lantean female, with the promise that if one of his men signalled that they were interested in some attention they were getting they would be 'given' to the interested party.

The hall was huge, soft carpets covered the stone and large cushions had been spread about, providing seating for the attendees, for now the sun shone through the large windows but he'd spotted the candelabra's which he presumed would be lit later. He relaxed into his sprawl beside Olivia, who was a curled onto a cushion, and studied the others for any sign of uneasiness but so far he was pretty sure everyone was comfortable with the arrangement which probably said a lot about the people he hung around with.

Major Mitchell was the other side of Olivia, at a small distance as he was supposed to be 'attending' Dr Spencer, not as laid out as John but still in an easy posture, elbows propped on his knees as he spoke low in the scientists ear. Teal'c was sat the other side seemingly content to sit in silence and observe.

Ronan had placed himself in front of Liv cross-legged silently looking over the room as John had done, his knee gently brushing John's thigh. Teyla was to their right, Daniel and Rodney either side of her, the last of them sat close chatting away about something, McKay would feel the most comfortable like this, he and Tey were close, for a while he'd thought there was something there until he learnt of the Athosian's preference for women, and Rodney's preference for Major Lorne.

To their right was Vala, Cam laid out next to her, practically mirroring John's position and her head was bent down over his as he said something, vaguely waving one hand in the air. Sam and Dean were in near identical poses, one hand propped behind them, legs splayed, other hand resting on a bent knee. The younger brother was next to Val but his height meant he spilled out onto the floor, feet resting behind his brothers back. Dean was in front, almost like he was guarding the others, the toe of his boot a hairs breadth from Cam's leg. John pursed his lips in thought.

"I'm working on it"

He flicked his gaze up at her as she smiled down at him. "Um, what?"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Don't play dumb Colonel, it's not pretty"

He flipped her off as Mitchell snorted from the other side of her and sat up straight, dipping his mouth to her ear. "Remember who's in charge again when we get back"

Olivia furrowed her brow. "Uh, Jack?"

"Very funny" He glared as Ronan turned his head and grinned. "And your brother will go spare"

"No he won't, he'll be too busy concentrating on walking straight"

Tom made a gagging noise. "Can we not?"

John peered round her. "You uh..know?"

"My brother can't hide anything from me, and when he finally tells me himself I'm gonna punch him in the face for not trusting me with it sooner"

"Huh" John raised a brow.

"And don't even think about it, I'm straight up women"

"We'd noticed" Olivia smiled at him.

---

Two hours later.

Olivia licked her lips and attempted a steady sweep of the room with her eyes, not only was the wine incredibly alcoholic but she was also pretty sure that there was some kind of aphrodisiac in it too. Which would have been great except that, obviously panicking, her brother and Colonel Mitchell had separated off from Vala, and had most likely gone on the hunt for some male company that wasn't each other. She rolled her eyes to herself, it was going to be necessary to step up her game with that one. However she could take satisfaction from the image of her other brother happily sprawled out by Vala, her fingers gently running through his hair and over his neck as they spoke.

Teyla was standing and speaking with the priestess, and the way the woman was looking at her Olivia had no doubt that neither woman would be bothering with the male Aneans who had flocked to serve them all evening. Behind them Rodney and Dr Jackson were still sat on the cushions, a mountain of food and a pitcher of wine between them whilst they appeared to discuss something very complicated, if the hand waving was anything to go by.

She wasn't sure where Teal'c had gone, the Jaffa was still a bit of a mystery and Olivia couldn't shake the feeling he'd be off meditating or something, trying to escape the confines of the hall, and the people in it. She couldn't imagine him ever wanting to get laid, but Vala had briefly mentioned a lost family. Perhaps he didn't think he could find anything with anyone else. Which had made her feel a little sad when she'd thought about that, and she'd taken him two extra brownies after her last ingredients run. He had nodded his thanks, and she wasn't sure he'd actually got the point but then she wasn't the greatest when it came to talking about stuff.

Returning Tom's brief grin that he shot at her as the woman he was currently sat with turned to get them some more wine Olivia tried to decide if this was weird. Not just tonight but her life in general. She'd never really thought about it before, the Winchester's lives were weird, full of it, it was pouring over the edges and soaking their boots until it became normal. But then the Ori had come and there was a new weird to deal with, but at least aliens made more sense than monsters and that had soon become the norm too.

But now she was trying to set up the man with whom she used to occasionally share a bed with another woman right under the noses of the other men who sometimes invited her to join them. Angie shot her a look as Tom once again gave the signal that he didn't want to be given to the latest woman that had begun to approach. This was the third one and she was hot.

Olivia rolled her eyes and tried to subtly pass on the message that he was holding out for her without alerting anyone else as John and Ronan looked on from their places on the floor with impressively blank expressions. She followed the path of an incredibly stunning brunette as she made her way to them before dipping her mouth to John's ear. "Do you wish to be gifted? I am sure she will ask for you both"

He growled quietly. "No"

Raising a brow she shook her head at the advancing woman who bowed briefly and turned away. Olivia could feel the tension in his shoulder's, the aphrodisiac was very strong. "Why don't you and Ro take the room, I can find another place to sleep easily enough"

John's head snapped round so they were face to face. "Got a place in mind have you?"

She eyed him cautiously. "Not currently" Probably not a good idea to point out the very hot attendant who was pouring wine whilst occasionally running his eyes over her. Which was a completely pointless action because John's gaze flickered to him anyway.

The Colonel's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, sure" He shuffled forward slightly so he could still display an acceptably submissive posture whilst sliding an arm round her waist, fingers curling tightly into her side. "Don't even think about it, your ours" And it seemed the wine was kick-starting the male ego into overdrive too, great.

"I believe it's the other way round"

Ronan growled low in front of her. "Ours"

"Right, of course" Crap.

---

Ten minutes later John kicked shut the door to their room behind him and turned to see Ronan pull Olivia into a kiss before pushing her down onto the bed, she landed and bounced slightly, catching the blanket to steady herself. He grinned at her and moved to the bottom of the bed, unclipping his vest and dropping it to the floor with his jacket before yanking his tee over his head. He had to make this wine a part of their trade agreement.

There was the heavy press of Ronan at his back, hands sliding down his chest over his stomach, then lower to palm his crotch. John groaned quietly and rubbed back onto his boyfriends hard-on. There was a low growl in his ear. Olivia rolled off the bed. "Stay"

"No"

"No!"

She dropped into the chair placed against the far wall. "Wanna watch"

"Uh.."

Ronan moaned in his ear. "Yes"

"Yes?" This was not what John had in mind. Then he was turned and pulled into a rough kiss, hand gripping his hair, thigh grinding over his still covered dick. When he was finally released he took a breath and tried to decide if he liked this idea. He twitched in his pants, apparently he did. John smiled up at Ronan. "Strip and on you back baby" Ronan raised a brow which John matched. "Lady wants a show"

There was a beautiful little whimper and his lover reached for the fastenings on his clothes, a barely detectable tremor in his hands the only tell as to how much the wine was affecting Ronan. It made John tempted to just throw him down and fuck him hard, sacrificing all finesse in the process but then Ronan was moving around and spreading out on the bed. John ran his eyes over him and licked his lips. "So perfect" He kicked off his boots followed swiftly by his BDU pants and boxers.

Crawling between his legs he pressed a chaste kiss to his boyfriends lips before ducking his head and swallowing him down, sliding two fingers into his arse. Ronan gave a hoarse cry and bucked up a little, John moaned around his length. The man was still open and slick enough from the sex last night to get away with the sudden intrusion, and the memory plus the sounds Ro was making as John began to suck made his balls tighten. This wasn't gonna be their longest performance but he had a feeling Miss Winchester would still appreciate it.

He snuck a glance over at her and groaned again, sending more vibrations up the dick in his mouth. She was naked, splayed in the chair, eyes dark, cheeks flushed, fingers sliding over her sex. A small amount of pre-cum escaped him. Damn it, bad move Sheppard.

---

Olivia stepped out of the bathroom, well 'tank with vaguely shower-like attachment' room, and reached for her pants.

"Come here" The voice was low, lazy, husky, definitely projecting I just got laid and it was great.

She smiled at Ronan who was gazing a little blearily at her. "S'ok, you sleep. I'll hunt down another bed"

"Here" He glared at her, suddenly looking more awake. "Now"

John snorted from next to him, relaxed and sated now the wine-induced lust had been worked out of him. "Do as he says before he gets pissy"

"I don't stay" She was starting to lose her lovely post-orgasmic glow.

The Colonel propped himself up on his elbows. "Tonight you do. You're not wandering some strange castle at night on an alien planet"

She rolled her eyes. They were being annoyingly persistent this evening. "I won't be wandering, I'll be sleeping"

"Olivia, stop being a pain in the arse and destroying my post-coital bliss. In bed, now"

She huffed. She hated staying with others, the only people she spent the night curled up with were her brothers or Maddie. "Fine, but I am putting in a formal complaint when we get back" She got tugged down between them and the covers were pulled up around her neck. "Not in the middle" She muttered.

"Yes" Ronan rolled onto his back and trailed his fingers over her thigh.

"And no snuggling"

"Shut up" John shifted onto his stomach and slung an arm over her waist. "And can I be there when you put your complaint in to O'Neill? My CO made me snuggle after I watched him have highly illegal gay sex whilst getting myself off" John snorted into his pillow. "I'd risk my career just for the look on his face"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "No talking. Otherwise I'm going to find Mitchell"

"Don't even fucking think about it"

"Bossy"

"Yeah"

Ronan snorted, his eyes already closed, fingers curling over her leg.

---

John propped himself on his elbow and looked down at them. Ronan was still asleep, a rare sight for John and something he enjoyed indulging in when he got the chance. The other mans limbs sprawled over half the bed, the fight gone, muscles uncoiled. He had starfished in the night forcing Olivia onto John's half of the bed and she had shifted to her stomach, face turned away from him, head pillowed on her arms. He smiled at the both of them then rolled his eyes at himself.

Dropping his gaze he examined the smooth skin of her back that had been exposed as the sheets had slipped down in the night. There was the hint of a tattoo at the top of her spine, partially hidden by her hair, he'd caught small glimpses of it before but had never really taken the time to study it, John gently pushed the waves away and let them fall onto the pillow. It wasn't like anything he'd ever seen before, it was almost like a very small piece of scripture, in an unrecognisable language.

Giving up trying to decipher it he slid his gaze down to where the top of her scar peeked out from the covers. Three thin silvery lines ran across her lower back, he knew that, but again he'd never thought to ask about them. He had scars he didn't really like to give a back story on. John was pretty sure she'd woken twice in the night too, he got that, scars invariably came with regular nightmares. And Olivia Winchester seemed to frequently have a few days in a row where she looked a little tired, worn thin.

She stirred. "Wendigo"

"Um, what?"

Olivia turned her head and blinked sleepily up at him. "My scar, it's from a Wendigo"

"What's a Wendigo?" Ronan turned onto his side, head still on the pillow.

"Monster. You find them in dense wooded area's, old mines, sea caves. They're strong, really fast, and they eat human flesh"

"Well that's disturbing" John ran finger over the damaged skin. "One got you?"

"Yeah, my fault, it lured me in. They can mimic voices. Sounded like Sam calling for help. Dean took it out, and then bollocked me all the way back to the motel"

He raised a brow. "Not hospital?"

"We've gotten pretty good at stitching each other back up. And hospitals meant records and checks. Too risky unless we were badly hurt"

"That looks bad"

She shrugged and he slid his touch up to her tattoo. "Nosy this morning"

Ronan chuckled quietly and pressed a kiss to the black writing.

"It's Enochian"

"Language of the Angels?"

"Very impressive Colonel"

"Hey, not just a pretty face"

She rolled her eyes. "My tattoo hides me from them, protects me"

"Why would you need protecting from Angel's? Aren't they the good guys?"

"What are Angels?"

"They're warrior's of God" John raised a brow, he'd never heard her actually sneer before. "And they're not all fluffy white wings and golden halo's" Olivia turned onto her back and tugged the sheets down, there was another tattoo on her hip. "This one is an anti-possession mark, keeps away the demons"

Ronan rubbed a thumb over it. "I'd like to learn more about this part of your world"

"It's not important, all gone now anyway"

"It is still important"

John sighed before reaching for his radio. He placed it in his ear and handed the other two theirs signalling that they needed to put them back in. He pressed his own earpiece.

"Sheppard checking in"

"Mitchell here"

"Younger Mitchell alive, just"

Someone snorted. "Dean, present Sir"

"Sam"

"I am here John"

"Teal'c"

"Jackson"

"Spencer"

"Do you know what bloody time it is Colonel?!"

"0600 McKay" Ronan grinned.

"Olivia here. Haven't seen a shower have you?" John glared at her and she smirked back.

"Vala"

"Cool, everyone alive. I haven't lost my touch. Meet in the hall in thirty. Try not to die between now and then"

There were muttered cursings and 'yes Sir's' before his radio disconnected. Olivia slipped out the bottom of the bed and made her way to the only other door apart from the one that led out to the corridor. She looked over her shoulder. "Ladies first, if Rodney hasn't found his yet maybe there's some hot water left"

John flipped off the now closed and bolted door and lay back on his pillow, staring at the ceiling. "What do you think baby?"

"I think it is right. But we must tread carefully"

"Yeah, right" John ran a hand over his face. "Shit"

Ronan huffed and leant over to press a kiss to his mouth. "It will work"

"Sure baby" They had a good thing going, Ro's and his relationship was finally running smooth, not counting the dangerous missions and neighbours who wanted to suck the life from you, and it had been a long time before Olivia that they'd found a regular lay who they could trust too. If they changed the rules he had a horrible feeling Liv's flight instinct would kick in and he'd be hard pushed to get her back in their bed. And as much as it scared him to admit it he didn't want that to happen.

---

Rodney caught up to her half a mile from the gate and fell in step with her. The others were far enough off for him to get away with just lowering his voice. "You spent the night with them didn't you?"

"They were most insistent"

He snorted quietly. "Yeah, that was some powerful shit" He prodded her gently. "You ok?"

"It wasn't exactly unwelcome Rodney"

Her brother nodded. "Yeah, thought as much. Not the first time either huh?"

"You're incredibly astute for a socially inept person"

"Bite me" Rodney sighed. "Look, I kinda knew it was bound to happen, but just..be careful ok?"

"Rodney.."

"And I will be treating them both to a nice cold shower when we get back"

Olivia snorted. "It's very sweet of you but I didn't have much honour to defend to begin with"

"Shut up you idiot"

"Hey!"

"Liv, I just, I do care you know? And I want you to be happy and all that other sappy shit. If they hurt you.."

"They can't Rodney. It's just sex"

"Euw! And you know what I mean" He scowled at her. "And be thankful Dean and Sam haven't noticed yet"

"Yeah, yeah" His sister squeezed his arm. "But thank you, it means a lot"

He nodded. "Good, and tell me if uh, anything, you know.."

"Will do" She grinned at him. "How about you last night?"

"You know full well I'm not available, hence last night was pure torture. Stupid drugged wine"

She snorted. "And here was me thinking Jackson had stolen you away"

"What?!" Rodney cursed quietly as several heads snapped their way. "Damn it, and no"

"Oh, you were having a very in-depth conversation"

"Quit it, I'll get weird dreams" He glared at her. "Anyway he's infatuated.."

"Yeah, I know" Olivia subtly took them a couple more steps away from the group. "How about everyone else?"

"Your giant of a brother and Vala, disturbing"

She grinned. "Awesome"

"Disturbing" Rodney shot her a look. "Your other brother disappeared before you did, and so did Colonel Mitchell..although I'm pretty sure I saw the latter follow a very nice young man into a room"

Olivia nodded and sighed. "Yeah, thought that might happen"

He raised a brow but didn't question her further. "Your Mitchell was dragged not reluctantly away by your genius"

"Awesome again"

He snorted. "Tey hooked up with the hottest woman there, as usual. No idea where Teal'c went, and Jackson beat a retreat to his room, alone as far as I know, once the uh, naked dancing started"

"Damn, I missed that?"

"Missed what?"

She turned to see John looking at her over his shades. "Naked dancing, crap, I love dancing" She turned to Rodney. "And I'm slightly insulted you don't think I was the hottest woman there"

"Please don't start again, we discussed this after Hula Night. And you're my sister, euw"

"Hula night?"

Olivia shrugged. "Floating in space gets boring"

John stared at her then pushed his Rayban's back up. "Right, don't even tell me" He pointed at her. "And no public naked dancing, ever"

Rodney watched the Colonel stride past them and fall in next to Major Mitchell. "Huh"

"Yeah" Olivia was looking as confused as he felt.

"Think he's asking about Hula Night?"

"I hope not, if the naked dancing comment is anything to go by"

Rodney snorted. "You weren't totally naked"

She grinned and slid her aviators on, hiding her gaze. "No, that came later"

"Wrong"

Sheppard shot a look behind him in their direction before going back to his conversation. Rodney smirked. "You're in so much trouble"

"I didn't even know him then" Olivia pouted. "And I can dance naked if I want"

He managed to make his smirk..smirkier. "Not anymore Winchester"

"Oh…crap"

---

Olivia took one last look at the photo in her hands then closed her eyes, slowing her breathing relaxing her muscles. She opened her eyes.

"Hey girl, you alright?" Bobby looked at her as she stepped past and into his room.

"Um yeah" Olivia poured herself a cup of coffee and sank down into a chair.

"You sure? Something go down off-world?"

She snorted. "Nothing bad"

"I'm gonna ignore that Liv" He raised a brow. "So?"

He watched as she chewed her lip before taking a sip of coffee. "Um, do you think I um, and the guys, that we're still capable of normal stuff? Relationships and shit"

"And shit? He grinned at her. "Not if you talk about it like that"

"Bobby?"

He frowned. "Sweetheart you sure something didn't happen? If someone has…"

"NO! God no Bobby, you know I'm better than that. They'd be rolling on the floor in agony, and looking for their balls"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah ok. So why you askin' then?"

"Um, I think that maybe my latest uh, adventure is turning into something else"

"Ah, well had to happen eventually girl, you can't play forever, and you're kinda likeable"

She flipped him off. "I um, don't want to mess up, you know if it's what I'm thinking"

"Right" He poured himself another cup and sat opposite her. "You and your brothers are insane, in a good way, and your lives have been very different from a lot of people's but it doesn't mean you've become incapable of feeling Livvie, if anything you feel more. What you've all been through has helped you to develop a strong sense of loyalty, you have a healthy respect for trust and for other people. And the way you all feel towards each other is so powerful it sometimes scares me. You are not incapable of love, you just need a bit more convincing than others do"

"Not sure I'd go as far as love Bobby, its icky"

"Well find yourself a bucket girl because that's the only thing that's gonna get you to take the jump. If you don't even have the beginnings of it with whoever it is then don't bother, and be clear 'cause it ain't fair to keep jumping in bed with someone when you want different things"

"Right" She looked down at her mug. "Fuck"

When she woke it was dark, and raining. She blinked at the face about an inch away from hers. "Jesus Mads, you scared me"

"Sorry Livvie" The little girl frowned. "Are you ok?"

"Just sleeping baby girl" Olivia ignored the dampness on her cheeks and pulled her niece in so she could snuggle closer.

"I heard you crying"

She sighed. Shit. "Must have been dreaming, that's all"

"Why do we both get bad dreams? Is it..inhabited?"

"Inherited honey, and no. Some people get them that's all"

"Cause they've seen scary things, or they're sad?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so"

"I'll make them better Livvie, I promise"

Olivia swallowed. "Not up to you baby girl. They'll get better on their own, already are starting to"

"Mine too"

"Cause we're awesome"

"Yep" Maddie buried in impossibly closer. "Love you Livvie"

Don't cry, don't cry! "Love you too Mads"

---

Two weeks later.

Colonel Mitchell strode down the sandy hallway of the temple, trying to keep a little distance between him and the other man who he was supposed to be doing his sweep with. Three times his team had been paired with DR-1 now, and each time he'd somehow gotten stuck with Winchester, he corrected himself, Dean Winchester. It still freaked him out that they all answered him every time he called out their name. Fuck knows how his brother coped with them all.

And the oldest Winchester was driving him particularly mad, at least when they'd only crossed paths in the gateroom or mess he could just nod a hello and maybe surreptitiously check out his arse if there was no one else around, but now they were working together, their teams forming friendships, arranging movie nights and poker nights. Vala was sleeping with the man's brother for fuck's sake. He'd managed to miss a couple of get together's but he knew they would get suspicious if he kept backing out, his ex-space pirate especially. She'd certainly started shooting him odd looks a lot more lately.

Turning a corner and discovering a dead-end he sighed, another boring as fuck temple. Cam swallowed as he heard a shout and a sickening familiar sound of a very heavy piece of rock sliding over another piece of rock. Spinning on his heels he made for the now very rapidly closing door and cursed as he hit solid rock, Dean right along side him. "Bollocks"

Dean snorted and tapped his radio.

"Spencer?"

"Dean? All ok?"

"We got shut in some room disguised as a dead-end. There's no obvious door mechanism this side"

"We'll come find you"

"Cheers babe"

He clicked his radio off and raised a brow at Mitchell. "What?"

"Babe?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "It's a term of endearment. And this is your fault, you were too slow"

"Hey, don't see you the other side of the door"

"You wouldn't see me if I was the other side of the door"

Cam clenched his fists to stop from wiping the smirk off the other man's face, his really…shit, cut it out Cam for fuck's sake.

"You ok Mitchell?"

"Oh yeah, awesome"

Dean grinned at him and started searching the walls. Ignoring the way his BDU pants stretched over his arse each time he bent down Cam took the opposite wall, running his hands over it, trying to find a secret switch, or lever, or something. At least it would keep his mind occupied, he really didn't need to be sporting a hard-on whilst trapped in a room with a very straight man.

---

Olivia grinned at Ange as she punched in the sequence on the door that would lock it for an hour. Slipping round the corner and running down the other corridor they waited until she heard footsteps then began to jog lazily back in the direction they'd just come from. A few minutes later Olivia was peering over Daniel's shoulder, humming quietly.

"Olivia, will you piss off?"

She grinned up at Tom who winked at her. "Princess, leave him alone. Can't you see he's all flustered cause he can't figure it out?"

Moving over to Vala she propped herself against the wall next to her. "They do seem to attract trouble don't they?"

"Hmm, especially together"

"Anyone would think they weren't paying attention to their surroundings"

"Hmm"

She looked up as her, currently non-trapped, brother stood in front of her, arms folded across his chest. "Hon?"

"Yes Sam?"

"You didn't shut our brother in there did you?"

"Why would I do that Sam?"

He raised a brow. Vala leant in to Olivia a bit further. "Your brother is very handsome when he is exerting his dominance"

Olivia grinned up at Sam who rolled his eyes and moved away. "So, hows it going?"

"Very well thank you" Vala smoothed her hands over her jacket. "He is..different from others I have experienced"

"Hey, no sex talk involving my brother" Liv stuck her fingers in her mouth and made a little gagging noise.

"I was not referring to that" Vala grinned. "Although it is very satisfying, he does marvellous…"

"Shut up before I shoot you, or myself"

"Spoilsport" She quirked a smile. "He spends time with me doing other things, and he explains things to me I do not understand, and we watch movies and he has leant me books" Vala nodded. "I believe I made the right decision" Her eyes slid over to to where Sam was stood, back to them speaking to Mitchell and Spencer. "And he is hot"

"Please, he's a Winchester" Olivia grinned at her. One brother down, one to go.

---

Cam shed his vest and sat with his back against the wall. He checked his watch, great half hour he'd been in here, and it felt like days. He closed his eyes, Dean had stripped down to his tee and BDU pants and was sprawled out lazily against the opposite wall. This sucked. He tried the breathing technique Teal'c had attempted to teach him whilst they'd been trapped together in a lot smaller, darker room than this.

"Cameron, you ok?"

He opened his eyes and tried to move his head back, effectively slamming it against the wall behind him. "Ow shit! I was!" He glared at the man who was about an inch away from him, looking at him with concern. "Jesus, back off will you. Personal space"

Dean raised a brow. "You were breathing funny, you ok? Maybe I should do a check?"

"No!"

"Hey, relax"

Thankfully Dean did back away a bit but he was still crouched between Cam's legs and, yeah great, now he was taking his pulse, fingers gripping his wrist, warmth seeping in through Cameron's skin. Shit, shit. He yanked his hand away. "No fussing Winchester, I'm fine"

"Jumpy aren't we?" Another lazy smirk.

"Annoying aren't we?" At least the man pissed him off as much as he turned him on. Maybe he could distract himself with his rage instead. Except now he was thinking about maybe tackling him, or pinning him to a wall, hard body trapped…Oh God! He closed his eyes.

"Cam?"

"I'm good, go sit back down ok? Just a little claustrophobic" And that was the shittest lie he'd ever come up with.

"This room is bigger than my quarters Cameron" It definitely sounded like he was still smirking.

He flipped him off without opening his eyes. Years he'd kept this secret, even from Tom, and Shep, and Lorne, his parents. He swallowed, yeah great, have a breakdown in front of the guy you've got a big man crush on. How was Dean doing this? It was like he didn't even have to tear down Cam's walls, they just surrendered to his over-whelming presence. He licked his lips. Just open your eyes, stand up, have a walk around. They'll get you out soon.

And then he made a little strangled noise as full, soft lips pressed against his.

---

"Lorne?"

"Yes Sir?"

"Why are DR-1 and SG-1 out together, again?"

He kept his eyes on his paperwork. "The temple complex is pretty big apparently. Ford and I thought it would make it easier" Evan wasn't stupid, he knew what the other Major was up to, and he approved, and was finding watching them all hilarious.

"Huh, and the other two times? Plus the night we all spent making nice with the Goddess worshippers?"

"I'm quite sure you secretly enjoyed that one Sir and I really don't remember, sure there was a good reason though"

'You always remember Lorne" His CO raised a brow. "And I would have enjoyed it a lot more if I hadn't missed the naked dancing"

"You shouldn't have been so eager to get to bed Sir" Sheppard shot him a look and he cleared his throat, maybe that was pushing his luck. "I do?"

"Yes, its one of your more annoying qualities"

He grinned and signed off on something he couldn't even read.

"Major?"

"Yes Sir?"

Sheppard sighed. "Please at least attempt to make eye contact"

Evan raised his head. "Yes Sir?"

The Colonel rolled his eyes. "There's a few teams who have been paired up lately"

He shrugged. "We're not under the same stress we were a few weeks ago. It's good to share the load, maybe form some relationships outside of the teams"

"Relationships?" Sheppard's brow rose.

Evan rolled his eyes this time. "Friendships Sir, bonds and shit"

"Bonds and shit?"

"Yes Sir"

"I will find out whats going on Evan"

"Of course you will Sir"

---

Dean moaned quietly. Colonel Mitchell was pinned against the wall, trapped between the rock and Dean, his fingers digging into the hard surface behind him, breaths ragged, tongue curling around his own.

The man had been driving him nuts for weeks now, his pants were ridiculously tight around his arse, and he always tightened his thigh holster a little too much so Dean could see hard muscle moving underneath the fabric every time he took a step. And if he licked his lips one more time…but then he had, pressed against the wall, eyes closed, Cam had swallowed and Dean had watched his throat work, then that tongue had darted out.

Dean had known the other man was gay since their mission with the ridiculously potent wine a couple of weeks ago but it had been too late by the time he'd spotted Mitchell slipping through a door with one of the Anean men. And he knew that Cameron thought Dean was straight, because once Dean had realised the Colonel's preferences it was easier to spot the furtive looks, his flickering glances almost burning Dean's skin.

He was impressed, Mitchell had hidden it well and obviously as well as Dean had, so he'd decided to set the record straight, he mentally grinned at his own pun, and if that meant Dean also got a piece of that arse it was all good. He slid his thigh between Cameron's legs and rolled his hips. The other man growled into his mouth then pushed him away.

"Hey!" Dean pouted at him.

Cam rolled his eyes. "You look just like your sister when you do that"

"Can we please not talk about her now, or, you know, talk at all"

The Colonel cleared his throat. "No"

"No?"

"I am not being caught out by our teams Winchester"

"Don't call me Winchester"

Cam folded his arms across his chest and tried to look stern. "I mean it"

Dean dropped his gaze and smirked. "Better hope they don't open the door before you lose that then?"

"Go and sit on your own damn side of the room"

Dean stepped forward, making him back up against the wall again.

"Now Dean…"

He braced his hands either side of the other man's head. "I'll back off as long as you guarantee your arse is in my quarters at 1900 tonight" Cam stared at him. Dean could practically see the inner battle going on. He leant in to whisper in his ear. "So, you know, I can fuck it"

There was a beautiful little whimper then he was shoved back again. "Jesus" Cam glared at him. "Fine, but cut that shit out"

Dean smirked at him and sauntered back to his wall.

Ten minutes later Cam's hard-on had pretty much disappeared as the door slid open.

---

Olivia nodded her thanks as she was passed a mug of tea.

"So your mission today was successful" Teyla tilted her head.

"Yep"

"Dean and Colonel Mitchell will be having sex?"

Olivia grinned. "I hope so, not sure I want to show them how to do that too"

The Athosian nodded. "And I hope they will find happiness, Pegasus can be as tough as it is beautiful"

"Yeah, tell me about it" Olivia still ached from being rather forcibly introduced to a wall by a Wraith a couple of days ago. And her ears were still ringing from the bollocking she'd gotten from her brothers, her team leader and, later at the debrief, Sheppard. At least there Jack was present to tell him to shut up, and in an only slightly more diplomatic way then Olivia wanted to.

"I heard of your latest adventure" Teyla smiled over her tea. "DR-1 is becoming as infamous as SG-1, and AR-1"

"Yeah, well as long as we can all miraculously survive just like you guys we'll take that"

The other woman smiled innocently back at her. "Indeed. Now, how goes it with John and Ronan?"

"Um, pardon?"

"I am mistaken? I thought that they had decided..?"

"Oh, um not sure" Olivia squirmed, Teyla's openness was great in one way, in another it could make you really uncomfortable really fast.

"Olivia?" Teyla raised a brow.

"I just don't think I can Tey" Her shoulders slumped. "I..I'm not the most uh, stable of people to be with. In fact I've never been with anyone like that. Sex is my thing, and flirting and inappropriate remarks, anything else scares the crap out of me. And when I'm scared I do stupid things. And they both work so hard to be together, I don't want to fuck it up, it would be horrible"

"You are more than sex Olivia" She smiled at her. "And they would not have begun to try to change what you all are if they had not thought on the idea for a long time. Perhaps you should let them take the lead on this? They have both loved and lost before, found love again in a war zone and despite your laws, they know the price, and how it works"

"Right" Olivia chewed her lip. She had so far managed to limit her contact with them to public places only, keeping busy with her training classes and off-world missions, joining the different friends she had made for evenings of movies or poker games. She had, rather cowardly, been hoping that her absence from their bed would naturally lead to whatever it was fizzing out. But everyone knew Maddie was at Rodney's tonight so.. "Are you expecting company this evening Tey?"

Another eyebrow raise. "No, I am not"

"Would you mind if I stayed here? Please"

"You cannot hide forever Olivia"

"You're annoyingly astute"

"They will demand an explanation eventually"

Olivia sighed. "Yeah I know. Just..I need a bit more time. Please?" She looked at her friend. "I never asked for anything more with them I promise"

Teyla nodded. "You did not encourage any thoughts of something more this I know merely from knowing you but..it has happened and it must be dealt with" She squeezed Olivia's hand. "You may stay. But in return I ask you to seriously consider what they are offering. They are good men and care for you already. Perhaps it is what you need also?"

---

Colonel Mitchell kept his pace slow and relaxed, he'd left a little earlier to give himself time to think, away from his team, and the general chaos that seemed to be a permanent state in the city. This meant he had spent half an hour wandering the catwalks and stairs that ran around the outside of the city and, with twenty minutes to go until he was due at Deans, was still confused as hell. He'd kept his uniform on, his radio in his ear, and tablet in hand, with their recent shared missions it wouldn't be that suspicious if he was seen going into the other man's quarters. Civvies always meant a date.

He wearily climbed another set of steps, he didn't even know if this was a date, was it just sex, was it a trap? But Dean had seemed pretty into their kiss, as had his dick, pressed up into Cameron's thigh, being ground into hard muscle. Cam twitched slightly, shit, yeah way to go Mitchell. And if it was a trap who the hell would he tell, O'Neill? And would O'Neill even give a shit? And if he did just what could he do about it? There was no Earth, no Leavenworth, it would even be pretty pointless to strip Cam of his rank but if he did he couldn't exactly banish him to civilian life out here.

Cam ran a hand through his hair. It wasn't exactly the done thing for a Colonel to cruise his own military base, and they'd all been run off their feet too but he'd managed to sneak in a couple of quick fucks off-world, Pegasus natives appeared to have no issue with what went where, as long as it was what both parties enjoyed. His last had been a very pretty attendant that had been eyeing him during the festival they'd attended with the other first teams. It had been a risky move but the damn stuff they'd been drinking had been so strong and he'd had to sit close to Dean, and all he could think about was getting rid of his near-permanent hard-on before he did some damage.

And, as much as it made him sound like a big girl, he was lonely, and still a little heartbroken over his family. Having Tom here had lessened that constant pressure on his chest but he still gave himself little shivers as he thought of his parent's, his cousins, their children, all staring down the Ori and wondering what the hell was happening, and the fear they must have felt. Tom hadn't been able to find any of them, Cam only hoped that maybe they'd become worshipper's, could one day be returned, but he knew his Father, and his Momma, would probably not have bowed to any Prior.

He sighed. Was he even ready for anymore than anonymous sex on a strange planet? If Dean was only after a fuck it wasn't like they could just slip out of bed and go their separate ways after. Especially if bloody Lorne kept pairing up their teams. And the fallout of being discovered could be huge. Maybe nothing official could be done out here but he would forever been seen differently amongst the men, maybe even pushed out, his word not being taken automatically on trust. "Crap" He muttered. He looked at the door in front of him, took a deep breath and ran his hand over the chime.

The door slid open to reveal an empty room. Cam frowned. Then Dean's voice drifted out of the bathroom. "Make yourself at home man! Wont be a minute"

Rolling his eyes he stepped inside, letting the door shut behind him, and stood awkwardly for a second. He sighed again. Get a fucking grip Mitchell, not like you're a blushing virgin or anything. Dropping into one of the chairs he occupied himself with a few emails on his tablet, even more grateful that he'd bought it along now. There may be no more messages from home, but the intranet was always bouncing notes around the city from personnel, some professional, some a little more personal. He frowned at Vala's address sitting three down from the top of the list. He'd only seen her two hours earlier, he clicked it open.

'It is important to not be alone'

Cam gaped at his screen. He was gonna kill her, absolutely and utterly kill her, not just nearly, but totally. He started to panic, how long had she known? Had she told anyone? He clenched his jaw. If she'd shut him in that damn room today with Winchester….

"Wow, who's got you pissed?"

"Bloody V.." Cam looked up. "..uh" Fresh from the shower and dressed in just a pair of old AirForce sweats Dean was looking at him with a slightly amused expression on his face. The fabric was sticking to his legs and there were a few drops of moisture running down his chest. Crap, he was so screwed.

The other man raised a brow. "Vuh?"

Cam cleared his throat and hurriedly deleted the message. "Nothing"

Dean stepped forward and leant his hands on the arms of the chair, bringing his face down so it was about an inch away from Cameron's. Jesus, the guy really needed to learn some personal bubble rules. "You may as well tell me now, I'll only get it out of you later"

In the face of all that tanned skin covering lovely hard muscle and lust filled green eyes Cam did the only thing his brain would currently allow. Fall back on his usually automatic response to a challenge and say something stupid. "Bet you can't"

Dean chuckled quietly. "Oh baby, you're on"

---

So apparently Cam had been doing it wrong all these years, well, not wrong just the wrong way round. He'd always enjoyed fucking other men just fine but it seemed he liked being fucked even more. And about twenty minutes ago he'd come to the slightly scary realisation that he was a bottom, and a pushy, slutty one at that. He'd be slightly ashamed except he was a little busy losing all higher brain functions to the sensations of two of Dean's fingers in his arse and his mouth wrapped tight around Cam's nipple, currently sucking up a rather painful bruise. Apparently Cam could go for a little light pain too.

He groaned as the fingers brushed over his prostate. "Fuck, will you get on with it" There was no way in hell he was cumming just from this, even if his dick was trying to suggest otherwise. The pressure eased off his nipple and Dean ran his tongue over it, soothing the throbbing.

"Demanding little thing aren't you?"

"I'm so gonna punch you for that one" Cam gasped as another finger slid in to join its friends. "You know, right after…"

Dean hummed and ran his mouth up Cam's throat. "After what?" His teeth grazed his jaw, then gentle nips up to Cam's ear. A low growl sounded in his ear, shooting a surge of want through his veins. "After you tell me what Vala has to do with this so you finally get to feel me fucking your arse?"

"Jesus" Cam swallowed. "Quit it"

The tongue ran behind his ear. "No" Dean gently thrust his fingers, curling them when they were buried deep back inside. "Although you are holding out remarkably well. Maybe I need to suck you off again?"

Cam just managed a little grunt this time.

"Hmm, or maybe I should get you to suck me off? Bet you look damn hot with your lips wrapped around a cock"

God, not only did the man look like pure porn, he also sounded like it too. Even his voice had dropped low, dripped with sex.

"Dean, will you just…"

"You know your accent thickens when you're horny? Makes my dick twitch" Dean wiggled his fingers before resuming his thrusting.

Cam just rode it for a while, rocking back onto Dean's hand, losing himself every time his prostate got a little bit of contact. But then he was being kissed, forceful, claiming and bruising, and the thrusts became harder and deeper, and the pressure was building and Dean lowered himself, rolling his body back and forth over Cam's dick, trapping it between them. His skin was hot, slick with sweat, head spinning, and his balls were high and aching, and he knew he was covering both of their stomachs in precum.

"Shesaiditwasimportanttonotbealone" Cam gasped as a fourth finger impossibly slid inside.

Dean paused. Face buried in Cam's neck, fingers frustratingly still in his arse, weight crushing down on him. A soft kiss was pressed into his skin. "Yes, it is" Then his arse was empty, the delicious body heat gone and Cam was being pushed and pulled onto his hands and knees. At the sound of the condom packet being ripped open he forced his body to relax and raised his hips. Please, this was all he needed now, all he could think of. A hot tongue ran up between his cheeks. "Dean!"

"Hmm, yeah, next time"

Then strong hands gripped him and the other man's dick lightly tapped his entrance before Dean let out a small surprised sound as he sank deep inside Cam. "Fuck baby, take me so good" Then he was thrusting, no small, careful movements, just long and deep, angled to get Cam off as quickly as he could. Concentrating on not face planting into the bed with the force of Dean's thrusts Cam growled, the bastard was actually gonna make him cum without touching his dick. Smug fucker.

---

John ran his hand over the door chime again and frowned. He checked his watch, 2330, she should be home. He eyed the door thoughtfully. Olivia had been….distant since their little adventure off world a couple of weeks ago. There was still the easy banter and she'd been her usual cheerful self but he'd definitely noticed her absence during the quiet times, the times when he and Ro had gotten used to radioing her. Maybe they'd taken her easy acceptance of being at their beck and call a bit too much for granted. Maybe they'd freaked her out with their hints of wanting things to progress and she was in hiding.

"Shit" He muttered and sent a pleading request to Atlantis to open the door. A little surprised that his city complied he stepped quickly inside and let the door slide shut behind him. He took a quick look round, she definitely wasn't here. "Shit" He fought the urge to look over her things laying about and left. Where the fuck was she? He raised his hand to his ear. "Ro, you free?"

"Yeah"

Five minutes later he was walking into his own quarter's to find Ronan sat on his couch playing with a silver chain. He sighed. "That bloody thing is always breaking"

Ronan huffed. "Yeah, maybe I'll just weld it on this time"

John snorted. "If you can find her" His boyfriend raised a brow. "Oh come on Ro, she's avoiding us and you know it. And I just swung by her quarters, she's not there"

Ronan set the chain on the low table in front of him. "We do not know where she spends her time when she is not with us, and we are yet to have the right to"

"We've made it pretty obvious"

"We did not ask, and so therefore she did not have to reply"

"You're annoying" John sank down next to him. "What are we gonna do?"

"The same as we have been John"

"How can someone so fucking open about…well fucking be so goddamn terrible at this stuff?"

"She is used to sex, knows how it works, what it can bring but there is no experience of relationships, commitment"

"Do you think we're making a mistake?"

"No"

"Yeah, right. Shit"

---

Two days later.

Olivia swung the chair at her latest attacker's head before using the piece of shattered wood left in her hand to make a nice hole in the next guys chest. They'd been asked to relinquish their guns before entering the temple, which had actually turned out to be a rather scummy drinking establishment, even by the Winchester's standards, and full of people who'd quite like to make them dead, or in some cases, their latest bed partners. She felt totally okay with stabbing the guy who a few moments ago had groped her savagely before describing a rather perverted sex act, even by Olivia's standards. And anyway he smelt bad and only had four teeth.

Ducking a wildly swung punch she grabbed the next available weapon, a serving tray, and smacked the hulk who was in her way round the face, not succeeding in knocking him out, but dazing him enough to run for the weapon store. Jumping over the upturned furniture and a couple of unconscious people she skidded into the now abandoned entrance hall, gathering their P90's and another gun that looked a little like Ronan's. She tucked it into the back of her BDU's and ran out.

As Dean raised his head at her shout she threw him a gun then looked around for the other members of her team. Someone caught at her ankle as she threw the last P90 at Mitchell and Olivia pulled her shiny new gun out and shot him. She blinked. "Huh, cool. I'm totally keeping this"

Tom leant his hands on his knees and took a couple of breaths. "Yeah good luck with that"

She raised a brow.

"Sheppard is not gonna let you keep it"

"Why?"

"Cause it just melted that guys head, and the floor!"

"Theres no need to shout"

"No trying new weapons in close proximity to the rest of your team" He glared at her.

"Coward"

"Baby girl?"

She turned her head towards her brother. "Yeah Dean?"

He cupped her chin and tilted her head. "Great, that's gonna shine up like a winner. Anymore hits?"

"Can we maybe do this later, you know away from here before the giant wakes up" They all eyed the guy it had taken all three men to take down.

"Yeah" Tom rubbed his jaw. "Good plan, he hits hard" Picking their way out of the now totally trashed temple-come-dive-bar the Major sighed and helped Angie over an upturned table. "This debrief is gonna suck arse"

"Why?"

He looked over at Olivia as they tried for a relaxed stroll away from the town, and its gawping residents. "Really? You can't see there being a problem?"

"Um, no?" She grinned. "We won, I got a cool new gun, and we know where to come for your birthday next month"

Sam snorted. "Yeah, I dare you to say that to Sheppard and O'Neill"

"Challenge accepted"

"Don't you fucking dare" Dean glared at her. "You're going straight to the infirmary anyway"

"You got hit too"

"You're holding your side"

She dropped her arms. "Am not"

"Are to"

"Am not"

"Guys!" Mitchell shot them a look before punching in Atlantis' address. "Shut the fuck up"

"He's grumpy when he's beaten up" Olivia stepped up beside him wincing slightly before smiling at his not so secret girlfriend.

"Um hmm. Not a morning person either"

Dean made a gagging noise.

"Shut up. And I am not beaten up"

"Your jaw is swelling nicely"

"Your cheekbone's purpling nicely" He tugged up the bottom of her tee to reveal an already forming blood pool under the surface of her skin. "Infirmary"

"I.."

"I mean it, Shep will probably order us all there anyway, you know right after he's done yelling"

"Maybe he won't be there?"

"No such luck Liv" Angie grinned at her. "He's on gateroom duty this afternoon"

"Damn" Olivia had still been avoiding them, and there was no way she was going to get away with slipping out the gateroom and back to her quarters like this. She attempted to straighten her clothes out and then gave it up as a lost cause, she'd have to burn them anyway, no amount of sewing and washing would make them wearable again. Relaxing her expression she followed the rest of her team though the gate. Tom was right, this was gonna suck arse.

Coming to a rest by Dean she watched John jog down the steps, his eyes flickering to her before his jaw tightened and his gaze swung back to Mitchell. She felt Dean shoot her a look which she steadfastly ignored.

"What the fuck Major?"

Tom cleared his throat. "Well Sir, it turns out that the temple which could hold an uncharged ZPM is actually a…drinking establishment"

"What?"

"Which seemed to have its main clientele made up of um, unfriendly locals"

"A bar fight? You got into a bar fight?!"

"No, we walked into a bar and they started it..Sir"

John growled. Olivia studied the steps behind him. Oh boy. "Infirmary now. As soon as you're cleared you debrief Major"

"Yes Sir" Tom's reply was ground out and he saluted sharply before swivelling on his heels and heading for the med bay. Olivia sighed quietly and followed him, Dean by her side and Sam close on their heels.

"What was that all about baby girl?" Dean's voice was low, head bent down to speak in her ear.

"What was what all about?"

"You know what I mean. We're gonna have a chat later"

"Oh yay"

As it turned out Olivia didn't have to endure the debrief, or a chat with her older brother, because the hit to her stomach had caused a tiny bit of internal bleeding. Which, in her opinion, was preferable to sitting through several uncomfortable conversations, and Dr Beckett was currently refusing to let anyone in to see her on the grounds she needed to rest. She thought she may be a little in love with the Doc right now, of course that could be the drugs talking.

She settled back on her pillow and tried to ignore the urge to sleep for a week, there was stuff she needed to think about, and from the look on John's face earlier she wouldn't have much longer to do that. It hadn't been Tom's fault, and she knew that John knew that, and usually stuff like this happening warranted some yelling but then it was back to the general piss taking that everyone here seemed to have fallen into using. But he'd looked really pissed, and she'd managed to wheedle from Carson that the debrief had not been pretty, especially when John found out that they'd signed over their weapons to gain entrance. Olivia rolled her eyes to herself, it wasn't like AR-1 had never done that before.

It was her, she was the difference, she was the reason Tom had gotten such a dressing down and she was angry with the Colonel for making it a big deal, if this ever had a hope in hell of working out how he apparently wanted it to stuff like that couldn't happen. It was unfair on her, and her team, her family. A shadow appeared by her bed and she peered up through the dim light and the slight drug haze. Ah, right, great. Of course he could slip past Beckett. He looked down at her and her anger flared up again. Olivia opened her mouth and proceeded to, as Dean would say, tear him a new one.

---

Major Mitchell sighed as his door chimed and he pushed off his bed, wincing slightly at the ache in his muscles, and his jaw. The guy in the bar had been built like a fucking tank. He ordered it open and blinked, great if the man was here to have another go CO or not he was getting a punch in the face. He remembered his bruised knuckles, well a stern look and a promise of a punch in the face.

Colonel Sheppard cleared his throat. "Um, sorry to disturb your rest Mitchell, mind if I come in a minute?"

"Is there going to be more yelling..Sir?"

"No"

Tom sighed again and stepped aside. "Sure, why not" He let the door slide shut and sank onto the couch in his living area, looking up at the Colonel.

Sheppard shifted a little. "Um, so, I want to apologise for the yelling" He pointed at him. "Not all of it but most of it"

The Major raised a brow. "Ok, um thanks?"

"I was out of line, I let personal feelings get in the way of my duty. I apologise and I promise to try not to let it happen again"

Tom blinked at him, desperately urging his shaken brain cells to form some coherent thoughts. "Um.." He groaned quietly. "Oh God, I'm in charge of your…I slept with…"

"Don't say it Mitchell"

"Right"

Sheppard sighed. "And she's not, yet, at least..I'm not really sure but um, lets just say I've gotten more than one bollocking today" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat. "Yes, so. Uh…well, so it's a little complicated but.."

A few more brain cells joined the party. "Oh"

"I trust you to be discreet Major"

"Oh"

"Anyway um" His CO looked as about as confused as he was. "Just I'm sorry, and uh..well yes"

Tom snorted. "You suck Sir"

"Gee thanks"

After John had awkwardly edged his way out of the Major's room leaving the other man still gaping at him slightly from the couch he set off for his next port of call. This was not going to be fun, and may possibly involve some violence. He sighed. When Olivia had finished her verbal attack on his male ego she'd yawned and waved a hand at him.

"Now go away before I call Carson"

"Livvie.."

"Sleeping now"

John frowned then lowered his head, lightly brushing his lips over her's. "Ok, but we'll come see you tomorrow"

"There'd better be gifts"

He rolled his eyes. "You do not get gifts for getting into fights"

"Didn't start it"

"Yeah, sure"

"Not my fault I'm irresistible"

"What?!"

"G'night" Her eyes slid shut and she turned her head away.

He ran a hand through his hair and eyed the door in front of him. He'd sought out Ro after his visit to the infirmary and had been treated to the 'you Earth people are all so stupid' look (no. 2) and told rather pointedly to go 'make it right'. He straightened his shoulders and ran his hand over the chime. It slid open almost immediately. Great.

Dean folded his arms over his chest. "What?"

"You know I am still Military Commander"

"You're an asshole"

"Hey!" John glared at him before dropping his gaze and clearing his throat. "Um, ok yeah, sometimes I am"

Dean snorted.

"I uh, I'm sorry for earlier"

"Right"

"|t won't be happening again, you know unless you start any actual wars"

"Get to the point Colonel"

He shot Dean a look. No punching the guy you came to apologise to Sheppard, or whose sister you're sleeping with, sort of. "I lost my temper because Liv was hurt"

"No shit"

"What?" He stared at him.

"I'm not fucking blind Sheppard" Dean scowled at him. "And in case you hadn't noticed these days I don't step in unless I think she's getting screwed over. Which you're not doing right?"

"Um, no"

"You don't sound so sure Colonel"

John shuffled his feet. Crap. "I'm uh, waiting on her to make up her mind. Um, both of us are"

"What?!"

"Now Dean, just hear me out"

"Make it fucking good Sheppard"

"Right. Um we really, uh like Olivia, in fact we kinda care for her a lot. And we've wanted to be with her properly for a while but she appears to not be very…uh. Shit"

"Jesus fucking Christ Shep. You sound like a high school girl"

"Hey!" He looked at the other man trying to keep his face honest. "We won't hurt her, ever"

Dean sighed and ran a hand over his face before dropping onto the couch. "Not much we haven't seen or done between us. Was kinda hoping that at least Liv would find something close to the 2.4 kids shit but I always knew it would probably never actually happen" He sighed. "My fault really, shoulda pulled her outta hunting when Dad died. But I didn't so…" He looked up at John. "She could've done worse I guess"

"I get insulted way too much for a CO"

He got a grin. "My sister ain't complicated, she doesn't lie, unless it's for a mission, but she's bloody good at avoidance.."

"Tell me about it"

"..and distraction"

"Yeah"

Dean raised a brow. "Your best bet is to not leave it up to her, she doesn't like talking about stuff like this. You ask directly, if she says no drop it, if she says ok then she'll stick with you, we may get around a bit but once we commit we're loyal. And try to limit the little displays like today, you'll piss her off"

John nodded. "Yeah, got that already"

"She lay into you huh?"

"Yeah" John didn't think he'd ever felt so..small before.

"Ouch"

"Umhmm"

Dean rolled his eyes. "And as her big brother I feel obligated to tell you that I will beat the shit out of you if you hurt her, you know, right after she does"

John snorted. "Right, great thanks" He sprawled out on the other couch pretending not to notice Dean's glare. "Now that's done with.."

"For now"

He rolled his eyes. "Right. And as for you.." John smirked and pointed at him. "It had better be Cam"

"What?!"

He rolled his eyes. "If you're not screwing Cameron Mitchell you should be, and I demand you dump whoever you are currently screwing and drag him to bed instead"

Dean gaped at him. "What the hell is happening?"

"I'm trying to get your emotionally retarded sister into a relationship with me and another man, and you're hopefully fucking Cam"

"Damn"

"Knew it!"

"Hey, didn't you come here to apologise to me? And beg me not to beat you up?"

"I do not beg"

"If you're with my sister you will at some point"

"No fucking way"

"Yeah" Dean smirked at him then looked serious. "Look man, the Cameron thing.."

John nodded, he knew the panic that thinking you'd been caught out could bring. "Secrets safe with me Dean, I've gotten good at not asking or telling the past few years. Never had the heart to tell Mitch I knew but..I've looked out for him you know? And I'm sure you'll continue to do so"

"How the fuck did this become about me?!"

"Dean, I'm just..watching out for him ok? Like you do with Sam, and Liv"

Dean nodded and swallowed. "Yeah ok. He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out I outed him"

"You didn't out him"

"Uh.."

"Like I said I already knew he was gay, as does Vala, and Ronan, and Tom, Liv, Tey.."

"Jesus"

"You'd be surprised what people will hide for you when they care about you" John smiled. "I won't say anything but try to nudge him towards telling someone ok? Tom's your best bet. He needs someone to go to, its important"

Dean nodded. "Never had to deal with the regs before, but I respect Cam's wishes. And I have a feeling things are gonna change round here, and keep on changing"

"I hope so"

---

One week later.

Lyss opened the door to his office and took a seat on the opposite side of the desk, notepad in one hand, pen in the other.

"You could use a tablet Miss Dixon?"

"I worry everyone will read my dictations Jack, some of it really isn't for other's ears"

He snorted. "And yet they could just steal the notepad?"

"From my person, and then I would shoot them"

Her boss grinned at her. "You've become wonderfully violent Miss Dixon, makes me proud"

"Uh, thank you Sir"

O'Neill raised a brow.

"Right, uh sorry Jack"

He nodded and tapped the pile of papers next to him. Lyss licked her lips involuntarily, somewhere in that pile was the forged DADT papers.

"I'm going to be making a city wide announcement later. When's the best time?"

"Um, AR-5 are scheduled back in half hour Jack, then all residents will be present"

"Excellent" He grinned at her. "Now, take the rest of the day. Go do something that isn't office based"

"Uh.."

"Bugger off Dixon"

"Right, ok, thanks Sir" Lyss shot him a smirk and sprinted out of his office before he could yell, or change his mind.

---

"This is General Jack O'Neill and I'll make this quick. Quite frankly I don't trust any of you fuckers to have left me any pie if I string it out. I am pleased to make this short announcement. Despite the fact that Earth is, at least temporarily, lost to us and many of the old rules and regs have been thrown out accordingly there are still some that we silently abide to.

One in particular I have never cared for, and I believe the city and its residents would benefit greatly from metaphorically throwing into the trash, and maybe then blowing up the trashcan. As the highest ranking commanding officer in Atlantis, and amongst the current human population, yes I am awesome, I officially repeal DADT. So, go do whatever the fuck it is that floats your boat, and if I hear that anyone is discriminated against or bullied because of their natural persuasion I shall have the offenders shot by my PA. She may even manage to kill you first time, we're still working on her aim"

"Signing off, and no touching the pie!"

---

The mess was silent. Evan looked at Ford, who's fork was still hovering between the plate and his mouth, then slid his gaze to the Major's girlfriend who was staring at her dinner, smiling slightly. He narrowed his gaze, the woman practically ran the General's life for him. Lyss grinned. "Smart man, no wonder he's General"

Someone snorted at the table next to their's which appeared to set off a few stifled chuckles. Then cutlery started to sound against crockery again and murmured conversation's rose in volume until apparent normalcy had returned.

He leant over the table. "See that coming did you?"

She smiled. "Even I cannot decipher the intricacies of Jack's mind"

"Bullshit"

"So eloquent"

---

Teal'c raised a brow at Ronan, staff still, but raised, their sparring having paused when the General's voice had sounded over the city's public radio system.

The Satedan grinned at him. "About time"

"Indeed"

---

Dean looked up at his..uh, whatever, and tried not to laugh. Cam was knelt between his legs, condom packet in one hand, lube in the other, and he seemed to be gaping at the wall behind the bed. Trying to plaster on a serious expression he trailed a finger down his bare chest. "Baby?"

Cam blinked. "Yeah"

"Don't worry, not gonna ask you to tell"

The other man looked down. "Uh, what?"

Dean sighed. "We can still keep it secret, until you're ready"

"Oh"

"Unless, now it's gone there's some military guy or um, someone else on base…." He tried not to think about it.

"What?"

"I mean I was never sure about you and Jackson"

"What?!"

"Oh for fuck's sake, this is why I never do sappy conversations"

Cam seemed to get with the programme, finally. "Oh" He swatted Dean's thigh.

"Hey!"

"You're a fucking idiot"

"Hey!"

"Why the hell would I want anyone else? And Jackson?!"

"The man's hot"

"Yes, and very annoying"

Dean snorted.

"And I'm pretty sure he wants to fuck O'Neill"

"Dude! Please, not like this ok?"

Cam smirked down at him. "Put you off?"

Dean licked his lips, running his eyes over a lot of bare, tanned skin. "Not completely, I may just need some re-encouragement"

"Is that even a word?"

"Shut up Cameron"

"Make me"

"You're on top dumbass"

"Oh yeah, damn"

Initiating a short scuffle which ended up with them horizontal on the bed, and Dean on top, he grinned down. "Better baby?"

"Maybe"

"Hmm, now about you shutting the fuck up…"

---

Dr Jackson, Vala Mal Doran and Colonel Carter exchanged a look, careful to still hide the cards they'd been dealt, the weekly poker game had become a little competitive. Sam sighed. "You'd think he'd have at least improved a little at the speech thing"

Daniel snorted. "You're kidding right? In the last one he did back on Earth he inferred he'd rather be eating cake than meeting the president"

"And yet he was still made General?"

They looked at Vala.

"Yes, he's very annoying like that"

"And uh.." She tilted her head. "..awesome?"

"Apparently" Sam rolled her eyes.

"You are both very fond of him despite your complaints"

"Yeah" This time Daniel sighed. "He's annoying like that too"

---

Rodney snorted at Sam Winchester's and Major Mitchell's faces.

"Gentlemen, you're not telling me you thought the city was filled with purely heterosexuals?"

Mitchell gaped at him. "What? No!"

"I know it isn't" Sam glared at him. "It was just….unexpected, that's all"

Rodney rolled his eyes. "Had to happen eventually, its like a simmering sex…something, here. Pretty soon it was just gonna explode"

"Just wrong McKay" Mitchell scowled at him. "Wonder what made O'Neill even think to do it? Like he said we're not exactly conforming to the regs anymore"

"Needed to be done officially" Rodney nodded. "And maybe someone happened to mention it or something"

Sam narrowed his gaze. "Who?"

"It was theory Winchester, Jesus"

"Hmm, maybe"

Rodney's gaze briefly flickered to the woman on the couch who had been observing them quietly. Dr Angela Spencer winked at him from behind her boyfriends back.

---

John looked at the young woman settled on the infirmary bed next to him as she took a sip of her tea, an Athosian blend Teyla had given her to help her healing. "Why do I get the feeling that this has something to do with you Miss Winchester?"

"Are you trying to say that your General can be so easily influenced Colonel?"

"When it comes to you, yes"

"I'm flattered but I've been laid up for a week remember?"

"Oh, I think you've been working certain things for a while now"

"Don't be paranoid"

"John?"

Crap. He looked over at the girl curled at Olivia's feet. "Yeah Mads?"

"What is DADT?"

He shot Liv a look who was too busy studying her tea to apparently notice. "Um, it's an old military rule sweetheart"

"Oh" She chewed on her lip. "It was a bad rule?"

"Yeah, it sucked arse"

"Livvie!" He glared at her.

"What?" She shrugged. "She lives on a military base, its pretty much impossible to slap a PG13 on everyone"

"Uncle Rodney called Dr Henderson an asshole yesterday"

Olivia snorted. John closed his eyes briefly. "Well Uncle Rodney should watch his mouth"

"You can only do that in a mirror. I tried it already"

"Um why?" He looked at her curiously.

"Sergeant Bates said I should watch my mouth"

"He did?"

"Yes"

"Well Sergeant Bates will be getting the sh…um, a severe telling off for that one"

Liv rolled her eyes. "Why did he tell you that baby girl?"

"Because I told him to piss off"

"Great, just fucking great"

"John said a bad word"

"Yeah, bad Colonel"

"Liv.."

"What?" She blinked up at him, and he wasn't sure who was better at that look now. Olivia or her scarily identical niece.

"Great, two of you. Just what I need"

Maddie smiled. "We are awesome"

"Yeah, you're great sweetheart"

"So, what is DADT?"

"Ask Ronan later"

"Coward" Liv grinned at him.

"Yep"