Priming by cat_77 (Not Human Challenge)
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sga_flashficTitle: Priming
Genre: Team/OT4, slight AU
Season/Spoilers: Ronon’s in it.
Rating: R (sorry, couldn’t go all the way to NC-17)
Synopsis: “You have to remember the humans on Earth and the humans in the Pegasus galaxy have been separated for millennia. Even a few generations is sufficient for genetic drift, think of the change in evolution over thousands of years.”
Author’s Notes: For the Not Human Challenge.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them and making no profit from the experience.
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“She’s what?” Rodney asked, a bit disbelievingly. He felt the slightly hysterical quality to his voice was justified given the circumstances.
Carson blushed, even the tips of his ear turning reddish-pink. “The nearest I can tell, Teyla’s in heat.”
“She’s not a dog... this is Teyla we’re talking about!” John exploded incredulously. He started pacing, the nervous energy radiating from his body a palpable thing.
“I know,” Beckett said, holding up a calming hand. “I’ve checked the results, and I’ve checked ‘em again. There’s simply no other explanation for it. There is a hormonal imbalance unlike anything I’ve seen before and that’s the nearest analogy I can come up with.”
“And this is why I don’t trust his voodoo,” Rodney muttered, feeling justified. Louder now, he added, “Cats go into heat, dogs go into heat, wild animals go into heat. Normal human beings do not go into heat. I know medicine is not a real science, but even you can’t deny this simple fact.”
“And that’s what I’m trying to say! She’s not human, not in our sense of the word anyway,” Carson nearly shouted in exasperation. His outburst was met with a rather unnerving silence.
Sheppard had stopped pacing and was doing that thing where he half chewed on a fingernail and half chewed on his bottom lip. Looking up, he questioned, “Is this related to what the Wraith did to her?”
The doctor shook his head. “Not completely, no,” he replied. Knowing what was coming, he continued, “Whatever they did to the poor lass seems to have amplified the effect but, from what I can tell after interviewing her, Ronon, and several other Pegasus natives, this is actually a common occurrence here.”
“What?” McKay asked at the same time Sheppard demanded, “How?”
“You have to remember the humans on Earth and the humans in the Pegasus galaxy have been separated for millennia. Even a few generations is sufficient for genetic drift, think of the change in evolution over thousands of years,” he insistently explained. “They have been faced with different stimuli, different necessities, and, rightfully, have developed differently. Most likely, this was a way to ensure population growth against the culling, to keep the communities with enough members to provide for them.”
Sheppard opened his mouth to ask another question, but Rodney whirled on Ronon instead. “You knew about this? And you never thought to mention anything?”
The Satedan shrugged. “She seemed normal to me. Drank the juice a bit more often than most, but I figured it was an Athosian thing.”
Carson butted in, defending the large man by saying, “This is what he grew up with, all he knew, he wouldn’t be able to tell if something was different if it wasn’t different to him.”
Sheppard, however, latched on to something else. “Juice?” he asked.
Ronon nodded. “Women drink it around their priming time. Helps alleviate the worse of it.”
Carson interrupted again. “I’ve talked to Teyla, and she mentioned this juice, more like a tea, really. She said it helps with the symptoms and the rest should be handled with simple self-control. She had a few other ideas as well, but wanted to speak to you about it. She’d prefer if we kept this knowledge to a minimum,” he elucidated. “Poor thing is terribly embarrassed,” he admitted with another blush.
Rodney help up a hand, stating, “Just one question.” Certain he had their attention, he asked, “Why hasn’t this come up before? I’m assuming this heat/priming/whatever thing happens more than once every couple of years?”
It was Sheppard that answered, guessing, “We’ve been in regular contact with the Athosians until the last few weeks when our missions just haven’t allowed it. She probably got this juice stuff from them when she needed it.”
“Aye,” Carson agreed. “Though she believes their supplies are running low. They were having troubles transplanting their crops, but I asked Botany to see if there is anything they can do to help, not mentioning the reasons why, of course.”
“So, for now?” John prompted.
“For now she’s in her quarters, far more private than the infirmary,” Beckett replied. “She’s waiting for you there and I needn’t tell you discretion would be much appreciated with her requests.” He looked pointedly to Rodney before leveling a gaze at the rest of the team.
McKay simply rolled his eyes at the implication. He could do discreet, it’s just that no one believed him when he did. He glanced over at Sheppard, seeing his own discomfort about the whole situation mirrored on his friend’s face. He cared for Teyla, and what she was going through, he just didn’t do personal issues so well. He had many short-lived dating experiences in college that could attest to that.
Turning towards the hallway that would lead him to his hot female teammate’s quarters, he found himself clutching and flexing his hands in nervous habit. One look to his side, and he found something slightly more disturbing that the prospect of talking to his hot female teammate about sex and going into heat – that would be the smirk Ronon wore as he walked beside him.
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It only took a few moments to reach Teyla’s room, the dreaded feeling in his stomach growing as Rodney realized this was one of the few times her door was actually closed. He could have wondered if it had anything to do with living in tents all her life and that whole privacy thing being pretty much shot, but just then Sheppard waved his hand over the controls to “knock” and the door slid open almost immediately.
Teyla’s voice must have had an almost echoing quality to it, because he swore he could still hear the word “Enter” reverberating in his head even after Ronon pushed him through to the darkened room.
He looked around nervously, not knowing what to expect. He had been in here before, but somehow this was different, more intimate. The curtains were drawn tight with only a handful of candles casting more shadows than light throughout the room. The normally carefully made bed was stripped down to just the sheets, the blankets and a single pillow gathered into a makeshift mattress on the floor. A musky scent hung in the air, but he couldn’t see any incense burning and knew the simple wax candles smelled nothing like this.
Teyla herself was sitting in a chair off to the side, legs curled up beneath her and the long leather lengths of one of her training skirts dangling down to the floor. Her skin was damp with sweat as if she had just finished a match with the Marines and her hair hung down into her face, undulating slightly with each panting breath she took. “You came,” she breathed, almost disbelievingly. There was the same delayed echo with her words, and this time Rodney was certain he was not just imagining it.
“Carson said you needed us, of course we came,” John told her, edging closer.
“I expected Ronon, but not all three of you,” she continued as if he had not spoken. “You honor me. Unless... Unless you do not know the true reason for your presence...” she trailed off, again speaking more to herself than to the others.
“Carson said you needed us,” Sheppard repeated, so close now he could almost touch her. “He didn’t say what for, but you know we would do anything we could to help with your, er, condition.”
“Anything?” she asked almost playfully.
Rodney wanted to add a disclaimer, something along the lines of no sacrificing to false gods or bloodletting or citrus. Instead, when he opened his mouth to speak, the only thing that came out was, “Anything.” He paused, trying to figure out where that came from, but then realized that to do so would also involve trying to figure out why he was damn near kneeling at her side, and figured he did not want to go there.
He heard both Ronon and Sheppard repeating their vow, followed by both of them stepping even closer, which he really did not think was possible. The logical side of his brain surged forward and forced him to ask, “So, what do you need?”
She threw her head back and laughed, deep, throaty, filling the room and embracing them all. As suddenly as she started, she stopped, lowering her head to meet his gaze and he saw for the first time that her eyes shone. There was a light from within, not in a freaky, evil Goa’uld way, but definitely in an “Oh yeah, she’s an alien” kind of way.
“Ronon, tell them,” she ordered, and this time he swore the echo was in his skull itself.
“Sex,” he said simply, and damn, but that smirk was back.
“Um, what about the tea/juice thing?” Sheppard asked.
He full attention was focused on him as she replied, “I have surpassed the need for the Midjara. There is little else that can be done at this point.”
She stood, leather and sweat and skin brushing against the still kneeling scientist and, damn, but he wanted more. That whole self-control thing Carson had mentioned was apparently tossed right out the proverbial window. The back of his mind categorized the effect as most likely hormonal; the rest of him did not care. She walked past, idly touching the others along her way, before reaching the nest of bedding she had made earlier. She stood amongst the fabric, waiting, wanting.
A rustle of noise beside him alerted him to Ronon’s movement. He was stripping down as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “You’re certainly taking this well,” he commented.
The large man shrugged. “It’s her priming, what did you expect?”
He really did not have an answer for that, nor did he have an answer as to why his own hands were already undoing all those pesky buttons and zippers he wore. He fumbled for a moment, straining against the cloth he wore, only to have his hands pushed away and two sets replace his in his actions, Sheppard and Ronon stripping him down efficiently, pupils blown wide from something he knew was more than the lack of light in the room. He returned the favor, almost losing his place on John’s shirt when he happened to catch Teyla undoing the laces of her own off to the side.
As the three approached, heaving breaths taken as one, he had the presence of mind to ask, “How long does this ‘priming’ thing last?” And whoa, that was going to give a whole new meaning to their game of Prime/Not Prime.
“The last time it progressed this far, it lasted for approximately three days,” Teyla replied, pushing the fabric from her shoulders and revealing the shimmering skin below.
“Three days?” Ronon asked, and Rodney was thankful that something had finally thrown the man for a loop. If his wide eyes were anything to go by, this was unusual, even on Sateda.
“Most Athosians’ priming lasts for only a single day, perhaps one more, but this seems to be the side effect from the Wraith tampering,” she explained, reaching for the laces on her skirt.
There were hands on his skin, breath against his collarbone. He heard a whispered, “Good thing there’s three of us,” before the laces were released and his world, not to mention the team dynamic, was changed forever.
End.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Genre: Team/OT4, slight AU
Season/Spoilers: Ronon’s in it.
Rating: R (sorry, couldn’t go all the way to NC-17)
Synopsis: “You have to remember the humans on Earth and the humans in the Pegasus galaxy have been separated for millennia. Even a few generations is sufficient for genetic drift, think of the change in evolution over thousands of years.”
Author’s Notes: For the Not Human Challenge.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them and making no profit from the experience.
~~~~~~~~~~
“She’s what?” Rodney asked, a bit disbelievingly. He felt the slightly hysterical quality to his voice was justified given the circumstances.
Carson blushed, even the tips of his ear turning reddish-pink. “The nearest I can tell, Teyla’s in heat.”
“She’s not a dog... this is Teyla we’re talking about!” John exploded incredulously. He started pacing, the nervous energy radiating from his body a palpable thing.
“I know,” Beckett said, holding up a calming hand. “I’ve checked the results, and I’ve checked ‘em again. There’s simply no other explanation for it. There is a hormonal imbalance unlike anything I’ve seen before and that’s the nearest analogy I can come up with.”
“And this is why I don’t trust his voodoo,” Rodney muttered, feeling justified. Louder now, he added, “Cats go into heat, dogs go into heat, wild animals go into heat. Normal human beings do not go into heat. I know medicine is not a real science, but even you can’t deny this simple fact.”
“And that’s what I’m trying to say! She’s not human, not in our sense of the word anyway,” Carson nearly shouted in exasperation. His outburst was met with a rather unnerving silence.
Sheppard had stopped pacing and was doing that thing where he half chewed on a fingernail and half chewed on his bottom lip. Looking up, he questioned, “Is this related to what the Wraith did to her?”
The doctor shook his head. “Not completely, no,” he replied. Knowing what was coming, he continued, “Whatever they did to the poor lass seems to have amplified the effect but, from what I can tell after interviewing her, Ronon, and several other Pegasus natives, this is actually a common occurrence here.”
“What?” McKay asked at the same time Sheppard demanded, “How?”
“You have to remember the humans on Earth and the humans in the Pegasus galaxy have been separated for millennia. Even a few generations is sufficient for genetic drift, think of the change in evolution over thousands of years,” he insistently explained. “They have been faced with different stimuli, different necessities, and, rightfully, have developed differently. Most likely, this was a way to ensure population growth against the culling, to keep the communities with enough members to provide for them.”
Sheppard opened his mouth to ask another question, but Rodney whirled on Ronon instead. “You knew about this? And you never thought to mention anything?”
The Satedan shrugged. “She seemed normal to me. Drank the juice a bit more often than most, but I figured it was an Athosian thing.”
Carson butted in, defending the large man by saying, “This is what he grew up with, all he knew, he wouldn’t be able to tell if something was different if it wasn’t different to him.”
Sheppard, however, latched on to something else. “Juice?” he asked.
Ronon nodded. “Women drink it around their priming time. Helps alleviate the worse of it.”
Carson interrupted again. “I’ve talked to Teyla, and she mentioned this juice, more like a tea, really. She said it helps with the symptoms and the rest should be handled with simple self-control. She had a few other ideas as well, but wanted to speak to you about it. She’d prefer if we kept this knowledge to a minimum,” he elucidated. “Poor thing is terribly embarrassed,” he admitted with another blush.
Rodney help up a hand, stating, “Just one question.” Certain he had their attention, he asked, “Why hasn’t this come up before? I’m assuming this heat/priming/whatever thing happens more than once every couple of years?”
It was Sheppard that answered, guessing, “We’ve been in regular contact with the Athosians until the last few weeks when our missions just haven’t allowed it. She probably got this juice stuff from them when she needed it.”
“Aye,” Carson agreed. “Though she believes their supplies are running low. They were having troubles transplanting their crops, but I asked Botany to see if there is anything they can do to help, not mentioning the reasons why, of course.”
“So, for now?” John prompted.
“For now she’s in her quarters, far more private than the infirmary,” Beckett replied. “She’s waiting for you there and I needn’t tell you discretion would be much appreciated with her requests.” He looked pointedly to Rodney before leveling a gaze at the rest of the team.
McKay simply rolled his eyes at the implication. He could do discreet, it’s just that no one believed him when he did. He glanced over at Sheppard, seeing his own discomfort about the whole situation mirrored on his friend’s face. He cared for Teyla, and what she was going through, he just didn’t do personal issues so well. He had many short-lived dating experiences in college that could attest to that.
Turning towards the hallway that would lead him to his hot female teammate’s quarters, he found himself clutching and flexing his hands in nervous habit. One look to his side, and he found something slightly more disturbing that the prospect of talking to his hot female teammate about sex and going into heat – that would be the smirk Ronon wore as he walked beside him.
~~~~~~~~~~
It only took a few moments to reach Teyla’s room, the dreaded feeling in his stomach growing as Rodney realized this was one of the few times her door was actually closed. He could have wondered if it had anything to do with living in tents all her life and that whole privacy thing being pretty much shot, but just then Sheppard waved his hand over the controls to “knock” and the door slid open almost immediately.
Teyla’s voice must have had an almost echoing quality to it, because he swore he could still hear the word “Enter” reverberating in his head even after Ronon pushed him through to the darkened room.
He looked around nervously, not knowing what to expect. He had been in here before, but somehow this was different, more intimate. The curtains were drawn tight with only a handful of candles casting more shadows than light throughout the room. The normally carefully made bed was stripped down to just the sheets, the blankets and a single pillow gathered into a makeshift mattress on the floor. A musky scent hung in the air, but he couldn’t see any incense burning and knew the simple wax candles smelled nothing like this.
Teyla herself was sitting in a chair off to the side, legs curled up beneath her and the long leather lengths of one of her training skirts dangling down to the floor. Her skin was damp with sweat as if she had just finished a match with the Marines and her hair hung down into her face, undulating slightly with each panting breath she took. “You came,” she breathed, almost disbelievingly. There was the same delayed echo with her words, and this time Rodney was certain he was not just imagining it.
“Carson said you needed us, of course we came,” John told her, edging closer.
“I expected Ronon, but not all three of you,” she continued as if he had not spoken. “You honor me. Unless... Unless you do not know the true reason for your presence...” she trailed off, again speaking more to herself than to the others.
“Carson said you needed us,” Sheppard repeated, so close now he could almost touch her. “He didn’t say what for, but you know we would do anything we could to help with your, er, condition.”
“Anything?” she asked almost playfully.
Rodney wanted to add a disclaimer, something along the lines of no sacrificing to false gods or bloodletting or citrus. Instead, when he opened his mouth to speak, the only thing that came out was, “Anything.” He paused, trying to figure out where that came from, but then realized that to do so would also involve trying to figure out why he was damn near kneeling at her side, and figured he did not want to go there.
He heard both Ronon and Sheppard repeating their vow, followed by both of them stepping even closer, which he really did not think was possible. The logical side of his brain surged forward and forced him to ask, “So, what do you need?”
She threw her head back and laughed, deep, throaty, filling the room and embracing them all. As suddenly as she started, she stopped, lowering her head to meet his gaze and he saw for the first time that her eyes shone. There was a light from within, not in a freaky, evil Goa’uld way, but definitely in an “Oh yeah, she’s an alien” kind of way.
“Ronon, tell them,” she ordered, and this time he swore the echo was in his skull itself.
“Sex,” he said simply, and damn, but that smirk was back.
“Um, what about the tea/juice thing?” Sheppard asked.
He full attention was focused on him as she replied, “I have surpassed the need for the Midjara. There is little else that can be done at this point.”
She stood, leather and sweat and skin brushing against the still kneeling scientist and, damn, but he wanted more. That whole self-control thing Carson had mentioned was apparently tossed right out the proverbial window. The back of his mind categorized the effect as most likely hormonal; the rest of him did not care. She walked past, idly touching the others along her way, before reaching the nest of bedding she had made earlier. She stood amongst the fabric, waiting, wanting.
A rustle of noise beside him alerted him to Ronon’s movement. He was stripping down as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “You’re certainly taking this well,” he commented.
The large man shrugged. “It’s her priming, what did you expect?”
He really did not have an answer for that, nor did he have an answer as to why his own hands were already undoing all those pesky buttons and zippers he wore. He fumbled for a moment, straining against the cloth he wore, only to have his hands pushed away and two sets replace his in his actions, Sheppard and Ronon stripping him down efficiently, pupils blown wide from something he knew was more than the lack of light in the room. He returned the favor, almost losing his place on John’s shirt when he happened to catch Teyla undoing the laces of her own off to the side.
As the three approached, heaving breaths taken as one, he had the presence of mind to ask, “How long does this ‘priming’ thing last?” And whoa, that was going to give a whole new meaning to their game of Prime/Not Prime.
“The last time it progressed this far, it lasted for approximately three days,” Teyla replied, pushing the fabric from her shoulders and revealing the shimmering skin below.
“Three days?” Ronon asked, and Rodney was thankful that something had finally thrown the man for a loop. If his wide eyes were anything to go by, this was unusual, even on Sateda.
“Most Athosians’ priming lasts for only a single day, perhaps one more, but this seems to be the side effect from the Wraith tampering,” she explained, reaching for the laces on her skirt.
There were hands on his skin, breath against his collarbone. He heard a whispered, “Good thing there’s three of us,” before the laces were released and his world, not to mention the team dynamic, was changed forever.
End.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-06 04:08 am (UTC)Also...I have to say that the idea of having Teyla go into heat, and having it described that way, makes me very, very uncomfortable.
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Date: 2008-01-06 04:21 am (UTC)Sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable, that was not my intention.
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Date: 2008-01-06 04:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-06 04:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-06 04:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-06 04:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-06 05:06 am (UTC)I would have enjoyed the sex scene, but it actually reads fine without it, and perhaps that 3 days is left better to the readers' imaginations. ;)
Thanks for sharing it!
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Date: 2008-01-06 05:26 am (UTC)Reactions
Date: 2008-01-06 05:24 pm (UTC)--Silverthreads
Re: Reactions
Date: 2008-01-06 06:49 pm (UTC)Re: Reactions
Date: 2008-01-07 02:24 am (UTC)--Silverthreads
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Date: 2008-01-07 04:03 pm (UTC)As for what Carson said... the writer's will put down what ever sounds good at the time. There is a reason it's called science fiction. Don't worry if your version of events and theirs don't match up 100%, all that matters is that people like your story. And from the comments I can see so far, they do.
I'm not usually into team!sex fics that are taken seriously, because I have a hard time believing that they would all fall into bed together (now, written purely for porn... that's another matter), but I think you did a really good job, it was funny and sweet. I also liked that you didn't put a sex scene on the end, I think it would have just looked tacked on, and subtract from the over all fic. However, if you ever happen to write that missing scene I will encourage you all the way XD
Eh, enough rambling... great fic, keep writing, bye!
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Date: 2008-01-08 04:06 am (UTC)I agreed the writers don't always do the most research, but what they decide is cannon has to be cannon, for better or for worse, and we have to go with it. That's why we have have fic, and AUs. :)
I didn't add the sex scene because I am *really* bad at writing them, and it kinda worked on it's own without it. The reader can imagine what they want, even if they want them backing out of it at the end instead of going all at it.
Please, ramble away - I'm kinda a talker too... *g* Thank you very much for such wonderful feedback!
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Date: 2008-07-10 01:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-11 04:06 am (UTC)Thanks again!