Hot Wings - Mutation

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Title: Hot Wings
Fandom: SGA/SG-1 Fusion
Characters: Sheppard, Vala, Mitchell, Teal’c, Lorne, Lam
Pairing: Sheppard/Vala
Orientation: Het
Word Count: 860
Rating: PG
Notes: for meekosan 

 

Prompt: HC Bingo fill: “Mutation”
 

When John Sheppard woke up, he noticed two things: first, he was strapped face down to a table. Second, and more upsetting, when he glanced back he saw that the source of the pain over his shoulder blades was a pair of feathered wings. Unable to deal with this realization, he let himself black out again.

 

“Don’t try to move too quickly, John.” Hands stroked his arms and then his forehead. “Easy, move slowly, or you’ll hurt yourself again.”

 

He sucked in a breath as the pain hit him. “Again?”

 

“You knocked yourself out the last time when you moved your… wing.”

 

John groaned. “Oh, damn. I hoped that had been a nightmare.” He let Vala guide him up into a sitting position.

 

“No, I’m afraid not.” She stroked his cheek and leaned in to kiss his lips softly, meaning to sooth him. He’d take it. He was more than slightly freaked out by the ginormous bird wings now attached to his back. 

 

“What happened, where’s the rest of the team?” 

 

She sat beside him and clasped his hand. “Teal’c got away. They have Cameron; they took him away when they returned you.  They said something about the gene. They did something to enhance the recessive traits, or something scientific like that, I wasn’t paying close attention.”

 

He looked over his shoulder again. “They turned me into Warren Worthington?”

 

“I do not know what that means, John.”

 

He waved his hand dismissively. “X-men, old school, Angel, comics. Forget it.” John tried to stand, but the unfamiliar weight of the wings dragged him back.

 

“This sucks.”

 

“I guess it won’t make you feel any better if I tell you that you look really hot?”

 

“No, Vala. Not at the moment.”

 

“You do. Look hot.” She licked her lips and he rolled his eyes at her. 

 

~*~

 

They dumped Mitchell back in the cell a few hours later. Vala wrestled him into a sitting position against the wall and checked him over for injuries or mutations. “He seems fine.” 

“He’s got the synthesized version of the gene; it probably didn’t have the mutation factor they were looking for.”

 

Mitchell opened his eyes and stared at Sheppard for a full minute before he said, “Dude. That is so fu…”

 

The door crashed open and Teal’c and Lorne stood there, brandishing P-90s and kick ass expressions. Lorne’s jaw dropped as he took in his former CO’s new additions. 

“You are going to have a hell of a time getting into the cockpit of a F-302 with those, Sir.”

 

“Lorne, shut up,” Sheppard snapped irritably and whacked Lorne with one of the wings as he squeezed past him into the hallway.

 

“Colonel Sheppard, do these pain you?” Teal’c asked as he noticed John wincing.

 

“A little, big guy.”

 

Teal’c paused and looked thoughtful. “Should we not attempt to find the device that did this to Colonel Sheppard?”

 

An explosion shook the ground beneath them. Sheppard glared at Lorne. “Cadman?”

 

His former XO nodded. “Cadman.” The look on Lorne’s face told Sheppard and the others that the explosion had likely been the device they wanted.

 

“Let’s just go. Please. Beckett or Lam will just have to cut them off.”

 

~*~

 

“I’m sorry Colonel Sheppard; we cannot remove the wings surgically. The blood supplies are too intricate, we’d risk killing you.” Carolyn Lam delivered the news with a heartfelt expression of sympathy.

 

“I’m stuck with them?”

 

“Afraid so.”

 

Sheppard nodded and slid off the exam table. “At least my girlfriend thinks they’re hot. Do you think I’ll be able to actually fly?”

 

“I doubt it, Colonel; your bones are too dense. But I won’t say never.” With a pat to his arm, Lam disappeared into the depths of the infirmary. He made his way to his quarters and flopped facedown on the bed.  He’d never been a belly sleeper; this was just one of many irritations that came with the wings. He was cold most of the time because he couldn’t just throw on a sweater or jacket anymore. Since coming back, he hadn’t felt completely clean; showering had become a chore and a callisthenic workout. 

 

There was a knock at the door, and Vala opened it and called, “Can I come in, John?”

 

“Sure. Come on.”

 

She bounced on the bed beside him and ruffled her fingers through his hair. “What did the doctors say?”

 

“I’m stuck with them.” He folded his arms under his chin. 

 

Vala stretched out beside him and leaned in to kiss him. “I’m sorry.”

 

Returning her kisses, he smirked at her. “So, you really think I’m hot like this?”

 

“Well, I thought you were hot before. But now you’re exotically hot.” Vala stroked her hand over the feathers. She was the only one he allowed to touch the wings. 

 

“So my chances of getting some…?”

 

She purred and ran a hand over his bum. “I would say 100%, I am extremely turned on right now.”

 

He sat up and opened his arms to her. “Come show me how much.”

 

So she did.

 

And (eventually) John decided maybe having wings wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to him.