Sheppard loved Atlantis. The city, that had become his home, was alive and thrummed under his fingers, responding to him. And he loved flying in general and anything that went faster than 200 miles per hour specifically, so of course he loved Atlantis' Puddle Jumpers as well.
But he was not exactly fond of the Ancients' other technological inventions.

The force fields, for example, that protected some of their experiments, were a real pain in the ass. Especially the ones that not only stopped someone from entering the guarded area, but also hit back and interfered with the Jumpers.
It was one of those fields that had caused his latest crash.

It was just his luck, of course, that Sheppard had lost control over the Jumper while flying across a chasm. But this way their fall had at least been slowed down by the walls, before they got stuck, else he'd have presumably broken his neck during an abrupt landing.
Now, he's only got a headache, a sprained wrist and a bruised shoulder and hip. Oh, and let's not forget the Wraith sitting next to him.

Todd had been his only passenger and Sheppard couldn't help but be glad and grateful for that. After all, they were sitting on the hatch in the rear, seeing how the Jumper had somehow ended up upright.
There was really no room for hostility or tension when there was already only so little space to breathe and stretch one's legs.

But even he had been a little taken aback when Todd had first come crawling over to him. And then started scanning him, carefully prodding at his sides or turning his head to look at the bump there.
Sheppard had been jolted out of his stupor, though, after Todd had explained that he had lost consciousness for a few minutes and his fall really hadn't looked good.

And so, Sheppard learned a few things during Todd's examination.
First of all, he was ticklish. He had literally squirmed under the Wraith's hands and he could only blame it on the exaggerated gentleness, the touches barely noticeable, because that had never happened with anyone else.

Secondly, Todd actually cared about him. Even in his totally dazed state had Sheppard realized that the Wraith had seemed somewhat troubled until he was completely sure that he was fine or at least would be.
And hey, on every other mission Sheppard could have shrugged it off as Todd being concerned that his people would blame him for any potential injuries. But here it had pretty obviously been Sheppard's fault by not noticing the energy of the force field earlier.

So, maybe he was a bit bold when testing out that new discovery. And maybe Sheppard abused his position as poor wounded human, considering he could always blame the concussion.
But that was all worth it when he settled down, with his head on Todd's thigh, and the Wraith didn't reject him, but instead tentatively began running his fingers through Sheppard's hair as he lay there, listening to the soft breathing from above.