Circle of Life, SGA 1/1
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gilascaveTitle: Circle of Life
Author: James
Pairing: Teyla/Carson/Aiden
Rating: PG13
Warning: dark, omg. darkfic. death. mpreg. dark. NOT HAPPY.
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit made
Summary: Ms_smooth wanted Carson/Teyla/Aiden mpreg fic. This is SO not what she was expecting. ;-) I tried to give it a twist at the end, but.. didn't.
"We're in trouble, aren't we?" Aiden shook his head slowly, blinking as the rain dripped down his forehead and into his eyes. He'd stopped trying to wipe his face dry enough to see clearly. He was crouched beside Carson, weapon propped across his knees as he continued trying to scan the nearby area.
"We are not in trouble," Teyla said sternly, seated at Carson's other side.
But Carson reached up and patted her hand, where it rested on his arm. "It's all right, lass." He was leaning against a rock, barely sheltered from the downpour. But it was as good as anything they'd been able to find -- and he wasn't able to walk any farther, regardless.
Denying the situation wasn't going to help them. Nothing, save the cavalry showing up immediately, would help them now. Perhaps a miracle -- but that would be what the cavalry would be, after all. A miracle.
Teyla glared at him. "Do not speak that way. We will find a way--"
"Before that thing pops out of Carson?" Aiden interrupted.
"We do not know for certain it will...damage him," Teyla continued, but Carson knew from her tone that she no longer believed it. She paused, and looked at him -- and he knew. They all knew.
Carson tried to smile. "I've always wanted to be a father," he joked.
"*Don't*," Aiden snapped. "Don't you dare--" He stopped and turned his head, away from them. Carson lifted his hand and groped for Aiden's arm. It was hard to move, his reflexes slow and confused. At least there was no more pain.
"Aiden, love," he began, then another seizure hit and every muscle in his body locked up.
When he opened his eyes again, Teyla and Aiden were both there, faces close to his. He could hear their voices whispering to him, feel the soft touch of their hands on his head. It was nice, reminded him of waking slowly in bed with nothing more urgent facing them than gentle love-making, and a late start for work.
He wished he could close his eyes and pretend they were back on Atlantis. But the feeling in his torso made it impossible to forget where he was. What was happening.
A hand curled around his and squeezed, hard. He looked up at Aiden, and saw the fear radiating out of the young man, palatable as the chill in the air. "Hang on, Carson," Aiden told him. "We'll get you back to Atlantis, and they'll cut that thing out of you."
"Yes," Teyla said, her voice soft and urgent in his ear. "Major Sheppard and the others will be here at any moment. You will see."
But he could hear her crying, just below her words. Whatever tears she might be shedding would be lost in the rain, and her eyes were still clear as though she was not crying at all. But Carson could see, as he looked up at her, that she was as afraid as he was. She was losing the hope she'd chivvied them with to get this far -- back towards the gate, slogging miles through the rocky terrain.
Three miles away, still, when he'd been able to go no further and collapsed here, the pain and numbness warring for control of his body. Carson had given up trying to convince them to run ahead for help -- the last radio message Teyla had been able to send had gone through, and they knew Atlantis knew they were in trouble. They knew where to look.
They would never make it in time, with the jumpers unable to fly in the planet's electrically-charged atmosphere. Rescue would have to run on foot, and Carson knew they would never make it in time. He could feel it -- too close, and he wondered with black humour if this was what all mothers could feel. That curled ball of life resting inside them, moving, living, getting ready to join the world.
Not quite the same, of course, Carson scoffed to himself. Most mothers bore their own young. Not implanted with a parasite that grew in hours, devouring and destroying its host. He could feel it moving, and he forced himself not to place his hands over his abdomen. He didn't want to feel more, didn't want to know.
Closing his eyes, he wished -- for anything. For nothing. For the courage to beg them again, to kill him. Before....
He felt Aiden's lips pressed against his temple. Hot and wet that made him think of nighttime passion, of wildness and lost restraint. He groaned, softly, and it sounded to his own ears like arousal and love.
"You will be fine," Teyla said again, and he turned towards her. She kissed him as well -- lips pressed against his temple, his cheek. Avoiding his mouth because they didn't know if it would infect them as well. The creature had implanted its offspring in Carson through his mouth, and though the bleeding had long since stopped they all knew it was a risk they couldn't take.
Carson closed his eyes again as he found himself crying. He knew what these kisses were. Knew what none of them could say out loud. He should be grateful, he supposed. That he should die with his lovers beside him, able to take their goodbyes with him.
He felt the creature move again, felt a long, hard stab of pain in his stomach. Carson didn't cry out, wanting desperately to spare them as much of his pain as he could. Teyla and Aiden each gripped his hands, squeezing tight.
"Please," he gasped. It was time. Dear god, he couldn't...
There was a touch at the back of his head, and he heard Aiden whisper.
"I'm sorry," then there was a flash, then darkness.
the end
Author: James
Pairing: Teyla/Carson/Aiden
Rating: PG13
Warning: dark, omg. darkfic. death. mpreg. dark. NOT HAPPY.
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit made
Summary: Ms_smooth wanted Carson/Teyla/Aiden mpreg fic. This is SO not what she was expecting. ;-) I tried to give it a twist at the end, but.. didn't.
"We're in trouble, aren't we?" Aiden shook his head slowly, blinking as the rain dripped down his forehead and into his eyes. He'd stopped trying to wipe his face dry enough to see clearly. He was crouched beside Carson, weapon propped across his knees as he continued trying to scan the nearby area.
"We are not in trouble," Teyla said sternly, seated at Carson's other side.
But Carson reached up and patted her hand, where it rested on his arm. "It's all right, lass." He was leaning against a rock, barely sheltered from the downpour. But it was as good as anything they'd been able to find -- and he wasn't able to walk any farther, regardless.
Denying the situation wasn't going to help them. Nothing, save the cavalry showing up immediately, would help them now. Perhaps a miracle -- but that would be what the cavalry would be, after all. A miracle.
Teyla glared at him. "Do not speak that way. We will find a way--"
"Before that thing pops out of Carson?" Aiden interrupted.
"We do not know for certain it will...damage him," Teyla continued, but Carson knew from her tone that she no longer believed it. She paused, and looked at him -- and he knew. They all knew.
Carson tried to smile. "I've always wanted to be a father," he joked.
"*Don't*," Aiden snapped. "Don't you dare--" He stopped and turned his head, away from them. Carson lifted his hand and groped for Aiden's arm. It was hard to move, his reflexes slow and confused. At least there was no more pain.
"Aiden, love," he began, then another seizure hit and every muscle in his body locked up.
When he opened his eyes again, Teyla and Aiden were both there, faces close to his. He could hear their voices whispering to him, feel the soft touch of their hands on his head. It was nice, reminded him of waking slowly in bed with nothing more urgent facing them than gentle love-making, and a late start for work.
He wished he could close his eyes and pretend they were back on Atlantis. But the feeling in his torso made it impossible to forget where he was. What was happening.
A hand curled around his and squeezed, hard. He looked up at Aiden, and saw the fear radiating out of the young man, palatable as the chill in the air. "Hang on, Carson," Aiden told him. "We'll get you back to Atlantis, and they'll cut that thing out of you."
"Yes," Teyla said, her voice soft and urgent in his ear. "Major Sheppard and the others will be here at any moment. You will see."
But he could hear her crying, just below her words. Whatever tears she might be shedding would be lost in the rain, and her eyes were still clear as though she was not crying at all. But Carson could see, as he looked up at her, that she was as afraid as he was. She was losing the hope she'd chivvied them with to get this far -- back towards the gate, slogging miles through the rocky terrain.
Three miles away, still, when he'd been able to go no further and collapsed here, the pain and numbness warring for control of his body. Carson had given up trying to convince them to run ahead for help -- the last radio message Teyla had been able to send had gone through, and they knew Atlantis knew they were in trouble. They knew where to look.
They would never make it in time, with the jumpers unable to fly in the planet's electrically-charged atmosphere. Rescue would have to run on foot, and Carson knew they would never make it in time. He could feel it -- too close, and he wondered with black humour if this was what all mothers could feel. That curled ball of life resting inside them, moving, living, getting ready to join the world.
Not quite the same, of course, Carson scoffed to himself. Most mothers bore their own young. Not implanted with a parasite that grew in hours, devouring and destroying its host. He could feel it moving, and he forced himself not to place his hands over his abdomen. He didn't want to feel more, didn't want to know.
Closing his eyes, he wished -- for anything. For nothing. For the courage to beg them again, to kill him. Before....
He felt Aiden's lips pressed against his temple. Hot and wet that made him think of nighttime passion, of wildness and lost restraint. He groaned, softly, and it sounded to his own ears like arousal and love.
"You will be fine," Teyla said again, and he turned towards her. She kissed him as well -- lips pressed against his temple, his cheek. Avoiding his mouth because they didn't know if it would infect them as well. The creature had implanted its offspring in Carson through his mouth, and though the bleeding had long since stopped they all knew it was a risk they couldn't take.
Carson closed his eyes again as he found himself crying. He knew what these kisses were. Knew what none of them could say out loud. He should be grateful, he supposed. That he should die with his lovers beside him, able to take their goodbyes with him.
He felt the creature move again, felt a long, hard stab of pain in his stomach. Carson didn't cry out, wanting desperately to spare them as much of his pain as he could. Teyla and Aiden each gripped his hands, squeezing tight.
"Please," he gasped. It was time. Dear god, he couldn't...
There was a touch at the back of his head, and he heard Aiden whisper.
"I'm sorry," then there was a flash, then darkness.
the end