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He slipped out of the infirmary the moment Doctor Beckett turned to check the beeping monitor on Lieutenant Cadman's bed. He knew he was supposed to stay. To get checked over. He knew it was important. But for some reason his feet were moving easily.

He smiled at the dazed looking marine by the door. Stackhouse, he thought. The one Lorne had taken aside when he'd been added to Cadman's mission last minute and told to watch out for him. Of course, he wasn't supposed to know that. But gossip on the city was competitive and cutthroat and he'd heard it for the fourth time in under three hours from Doctor Brown when she helped him pack his sample kit.

Stackhouse had been shadowing him when he found it. That beautiful little glade, choked with ferns and wildflowers. He'd taken so many samples he'd filled his kit. He didn't remember getting to the gate. But he remembered the whooshing sound as it engaged. The way the air hushed through the long grass, swirling the same seed pods he'd found littered on the ground in the glade. Cracking the flakey pods and sugaring the air with a fine mist of muted yellow pollen.

Beautiful.

He remembered extending his hand, letting the pollen freckle across his inner arm. He remembered Stackhouse's tac-vest coated in it. He remembered how pretty it looked powdered in Cadman's tight red braid.

Then they were back on Atlantis and Doctor Weir was high above them, sending them a smile and a wave from the control room. The worry-lines around her mouth easing a fraction as they milled around, debriefing.

She would look lovely with yellow in her hair.

He walked down the hall, away from the medical bay like he was following a thread. Knowing instinctively if he pulled it just right he would be able to watch it unfurl like a bloom. And that he'd be able to find out who he - no, they - really were.

The tips of his fingers tingled.

He felt like an ambassador.

He could see it, what he was meant to do.

And he knew, he knew-

A molten slur of second-hand pleasure ebbed into being when Ronon appeared around the corner. Almost like he could feel their joy before it had even happened.

He smiled serenely, pinging off the wall so they were suddenly close. Trailing his hand down Ronon's arm. Fingers spread in a wide comb. The fact he'd barely spoken a half dozen words to him was immaterial. Feeling so comfortable, so at peace he just hummed a happy note when the man stuttered to a stop. Staring at him. Staring at his hand on his arm. Staring at-

"They're waiting for you in the infirmary," he burbled. So confident he let his hand linger. Rubbing golden sparks into the tan of Ronon's skin.

"Who? ...What?"

He shook his head. It should be obvious. Already he could see the strain of cells under Ronon's skin. The desire to be complete. That was what this was. It was only what fit. What was right. Nothing else.

The thread he was following tugged pointedly. Reminding him he had somewhere to be.

His hand slipped from Ronon's arm with a puff of yellow pollen. Being sure to pat his shoulder encouragingly as he walked past. Leaving Ronon unsteady, but visibly confused in the middle of the hall.

Evan looked up when the door to Sheppard's little used office hushed open. Sending him a look, then another before the focus on his paperwork was soundly broken.

"Doc, hey! When did you get back?"

He smiled, rubbing sweaty palms together until the pollen that coated them made a thin paste. Painting the creases of his skin with off-set yellow.

"Just now. Doctor Beckett is busy, so I thought I'd come see you," he replied truthfully. He didn't need to lie, after all. This was all about truth. The pollen just made it easy. Like pruning an orchid after the blooms had died. Clearing the way for the next stage of flowering.

Evan blinked, surprised, but still smiled. Hand going up to touch his earpiece as a burst of chatter whinged like static in the background.

"Had fun? Did Stackhouse- wait...you haven't been checked out? You should-"

"Oh, yes," he agreed, cock so hard he couldn't help pressing his hand against the crotch. Letting Evan see as he came around the desk and- "You should see my samples..."

"Doc- David?"

He smiled again, feeling it go all the way to his eyes as Evan swallowed. Stumbling a half-step back, eyes flicking from his crotch to his face, then back again. Hand coming up to tap his earpiece. Face a beautiful wreck of slow understanding.

"Lorne here. Say that again?"

He reached out, feeling the thread tighten snugly. Waiting patiently until Evan hesitated, then took his hand in his. Shuffling closer. He looked down at their hands. A perfect fit. Just like he knew it would be. He sighed happily. Threading their fingers together as the paste of pollen smeared thick between them, coating their skin.

He knew Evan would look good in gold.

Everyone did.

They were so close now he could smell him. Taking a moment to paint yellow down the curve of Evan's jaw. Cupping him tenderly until he coaxed him into a soft kiss. The thread settled the same moment the kiss broke. Holding him up as Evan wavered, stunned and weak-kneed. He felt like laughing, so he did. Chuckling as he wrapped his index finger around the radio and tugged it out of Evan's ear. Barely able to hear Colonel Sheppard trying to hail him on the radio. Something about an airborne contaminant.

"Major? Major! Lorne- come in!"

Yes. Yes. Of course.

"I came to tell you something," he hummed. Slotting their hips together as Evan followed willingly. A sturdy, counterpoint weight as he slipped between the Major's thighs.

Because he knew things now. Maybe he'd always known but had been too afraid to try. Afraid that he'd ruin whatever fledgling thing they were working up too. The pollen made it so clear. Now he knew why Evan would show up on the quiet evenings in the botany lab just to talk to him. The extra training sessions. The way he chose him for his team again and again, even when a botanist wasn't specifically need. The way Evan looked at him when he thought he couldn't see him. The way-

"I want this too," he breathed, dragging his lips across Evan's until the wet caught and Evan cursed. Ripping his holster and side-arm clear behind them. Sinking his hand into his hair like he'd spent months wanting to do exactly that.

He groaned, so desperate for skin he tried to climb him. Fighting for his share of kisses and groping hands as Evan kicked the chair away and lifted him up. Snapping a laptop screen and sending tablets flying as he landed on his back across Sheppard's desk.

"David... Jesus! I-"

Evan ripped the zipper of his trousers downdowndown. Making him keen when cold hands seared down his naval. Untucking him from his briefs and swallowing him down in one frantic motion. They stilled like that - pausing with Evan's mouth wrapped tight and wet around his cock. His fingers tangled behind Evan's ears. Spreading yellow. Not able to find anything to hang onto. Anything to keep him grounded. To-

Evan's tongue fluttered across the underside of his cock. Worming a trapped hand out from under them just to ease along his flank. Rubbing soothing whorls into his skin as he breathed. So connected they didn't need words. Just this. Only this. Hopefully forever.

Still- there was something else he had to do.

One more thing before they could lose themselves.

He levered himself up, leaning back on his elbows as Evan watched him through the cover of long lashes. Keeping his cock warm as he sucked him gently. Waiting. Knowing. Beautiful. And best of all, his. Looking at him expectantly with a streak of yellow smeared across his face.

His consciousness furled outwards. Turning everything golden. Focusing all his intent towards the control panel on the wall. Feeling his ATA gene flow into the circuits and wires. Spreading gold as he coaxed the city to open for him. Looking for that one little switch he needed. Almost there. Ah. He grinned as Evan's mind brushed his, feeling the man's connection strongly as the city hummed. Somehow able to feel the way Atlantis jumped eagerly to obey. Turning the ventilation on as high as it would go in the medical bay before the moment was over and the control panel on the wall glowed vibrant blue.

Yes.

He tipped back his head, feeling that secondary burst of pleasure again as an image of his sample kit - open and forgotten on the floor of the medical bay - flashed across his vision. Somehow able to feel…hear…see the seed pod begin to open. Leaking gold into the air, through the ventilation slits, into every room, every space. Reaching. Spreading. Good.

And maybe Evan felt it too, because he reached for him when it was done. Resting his hands on his arms as his greedy mouth started to suck him in earnest. He smothered a smile - then a moan - into the crease of Evan's skin. Hips hitching into the slick of him as the outside world slurred, pleasantly out of focus. Highlighting only Evan. In the way he'd always been meant to see him. Sloe-eyed, slack-jawed and wreathed in sunlight.

Midas had nothing on this type of gold.

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"Laura, Christ-"

It didn't register they were in the middle of a situation until he was fucking into Lieutenant Cadman on one of the medical beds. Sinking into her tight, pink heat with his teeth bared. The scent of sex and something else - that delicious, musky tart he caught on the breeze when her team tromped in for their usual post world check-in.

Naturally something must have happened.

He just couldn't figure what.

Nor did he particularly care.

Because Cadman’s pants were caught around her ankles and he was living for the way it tightened every muscle from her cunt to her arse. Trapping her legs from moving as he fucked her bent over the side of the medical bed.

Distantly, he was aware this wasn't what he was supposed to be doing. Just the same as how he was aware that the entire med bay was a writhing mess of various couples and groups all similarly- engaged.

But he felt- good.

Like this was right.

Like-

A low growl rumbled from behind him. Hearing it a hefty half-second before large hands slicked down the small of his back, cupping his arse. The greedy, fever hot press was enough to make him shiver as sweat prickled down his skin. Head tipping back into a strong, muscled chest as Ronon - somehow he just knew - hemmed insistently from behind. Cock hard under his leathers.

Yes. Yes. Finally.

This meant something. Probably a few different sorts of somethings. But the only one that gained any real traction was that Ronon hadn't been with Cadman off world. But then Ronon rubbed his beard into the underside of his jaw and he promptly forgot why he even cared.

Because this was even better.

It was an itch he had even known he needed to scratch. Something that before all this he hadn’t been imaginative enough to consider. But now that it was here and on offer he was practically gagging for it.

Laura turned, contorting in a way that tightened her cunt even further. Squeezing a grunt from him as she looked back at Ronon consideringly. Slim shoulders flexing with the effort as somewhere behind them, a supply shelf gave way, thumping bodies and laughter. It made him want to toss back his head and do the same - to join them - only he didn't have the breath because Ronon's thumb had started brushing up and down the crease of his arse. Distracting him.

"I don't usually share," Cadman opened breezily, like he wasn't still shunting into her. Caught between wanting two different but equally distracting things.

"Neither do I," Ronon replied, beaded dreadlocks pebbling over his bare shoulders like a woolly rain. Suddenly rapt as Ronon's free hand reached under his elbow to graze the arch of Laura’s ankle. Peeling off the sock they'd missed and letting it fall into the tangle that was his medical coat and trousers.

Truly, he had no idea why they were still talking.

"Considering I'm in the middle, I think I might have the bigger say," he rasped. Leaning back so he could catch the edge of Ronon's mouth in a messy kiss. Pleasure spreading like a shower of sparks as his hips rutted forward, punching a breathy sound from her the same moment Ronon caught his chin and dragged him back. "Don't 'ye think?"

Laura huffed a laugh, then gave him a good squeeze. Encouraging him to get back to it as Ronon pushed forward. Snatching a stool and shoving it under his right knee - baring him open - as the click of a cap of lubricant echoed in the flaxen air.

If satisfaction had a flavor, it tasted like them.

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"Major! What the fuck-"

His boots made a gym-floor squeak as the door to his office hushed open. Unable to tear his eyes away from where Parrish and Lorne were moving on top of his god damned desk.

Fucking. They were fucking.

Considering what he'd seen on his way here, it shouldn't have been surprising. But for some reason it felt like the first time all over again. Not the two Marines enthusiastically making out in the gym. Or Kavanagh and a pilot with a Dedalus patch doing something he didn't want to think about on the east pier. According to the camera feed, whatever this was- almost everyone had been exposed.

Still, the picture Lorne and Parrish made brought him up short. Somehow slowing time as the door closed behind him, clipping his ass. He barely noticed.

Maybe it was the way their fingers were threaded together as Lorne thrusted into him. Like Parrish was the most important thing in the galaxy as their hips synced. He felt it like a second pulse. How Parrish's head lolled, face scrunched in the kind of pleasure that hurt to look at.

Like it was too good.

And they'd waited too long.

And-

The realization that his second in command was openly fucking his team scientist sank in belatedly. And maybe he could take some solace from the fact that his stomach still dropped. Automatically lurching forward - like he intended to rip him off him. But then he inhaled through the clogged filters of his mask and the thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He choked through another breath, every inch thick with the smell of sex, sweat and something else.

Life.

Even Atlantis was singing about it. Humming in the back of his mind in a way he'd never heard. Lush and swollen with-

He looked around the room, confused, blinking slowly. Swaying in a warming lull as Lorne and Parrish looked up at him from a halo of spreading yellow pollen. Swearing he’d been about to do something but having no idea what.

"Colonel Shepard!"

He'd just talked to him.

He'd gotten Lorne on the radio minutes ago.

Ten minutes? Fifteen? Twenty?

How long?

How long?

How-

Shit.

He threw up his hand futilely, trying to adjust how his mask covered his nose and mouth. Too late. The taste of spring was already in his mouth. Eyes darting from Lorne and Parrish to the pollen. Rushing the vents and spreading as Atlantis struggled – failed – to filter out the contaminates.  

"Shepard, come in! Are you there?! I have your location. It says Parrish and Lorne are three feet from you. Can you see them?"

Rodney's voice broke through the golden fog.

He breathed in, choking on a laugh as Lorne reached for Parrish's cock and stripped it slowly. Giving him something to fuck into as Parrish groaned, eyes rolling back in his head.

Yeah, he could see them.

The echo of his breathing was deafening. Every inhale and exhale an unbearable friction. He pulled at the seal, blindly tracing the mask's filtration system. It was working way too hard to keep the pollen out. It didn't make sense. These masks were rated for underwater. He'd worn them in worse and they'd never felt like this. Like he was running out of oxygen even as he wheezed another breath.

"Sheppard, this is Weir. Come in."

He doubled over, the hand on his side-holster slipping off in a puff of golden flakes. Flakes? He looked down, realizing his hands were covered in it. Like the pollen had softened into a cakey layer that covered every available surface.

What? How?

He nearly went cross-eyed as he tried to see the exterior ports of the mask. Finding the same problem. Yellow. They were covered in yellow. Everything was-

"McKay," he rasped, every word labored and thick. Desperate to rip off the entire fucking thing so he could just breathe. "Shut to down the air recyclers. It's in the-"

He blinked. All it took was saying Rodney's name and everything condensed. Simplified. Narrowing down to the only thing he needed to focus on. The only thing he wanted to focus on. Even now he could picture him holed up in a lab somewhere, frantically trying to stop this.

"Shepard? Shepard?"

Why hadn't he gone there first?

McKay would have known what to do.

But Lorne hadn't answered his radio and Parrish- the cameras had caught Parrish walking out of medical without being checked. Patient zero. Weir had ordered him to-

"John!? Where are you? I can-"

What had she said again?

It all felt distant. Muffled. Unimportant.

He tugged on his collar, throat rashing hot. Tongue sluggish, dragging through sweetness as the pollen clouded the exterior of his mask. Powdering his world in yellow.

"I've- I've been exposed..." he forced out. Because it felt important. Like muscle memory. "Rodney...I-"

He trailed off when Lorne's head came up, rhythm hiccupping as he and Parrish watched him with sloe eyes. And for some reason that felt like permission. Feet bringing him closer to where they were splayed across his desk. Fingers still threaded together.

There was something about it that made that last bit of uncertainty uncoil in his gut. Soothed in a way he’d never felt – not once - as Parrish smiled at him through the glow. Slowly untangling himself from Lorne to reach for him.

“John?! John!”

He sank down on his knees. Barely feeling it when his right knee clipped something. A boot. A side holster. Unable to do anything but allow it when yellow-caked palms pried his mask off. Welcoming him back to open air.

His first exhale - first full breath in ages - was a balm. Forgetting why he’d been worried as Parrish's smile stretched wide. Long fingers pulling his radio from his ear until it hung loose on his tac-vest.

Somewhere close by, the sound of laughter echoed. Somehow able to picture two bodies fumbling, ricocheting from wall to wall as one of them tugged off the other’s shirt. Eager for skin.

He was working on a sloppy, indulgent smile when Parrish crouched down and kissed him. Quieting everything but: yes, this. His lips tingled as he looked up, fingers smudging Parrish’s taste across his lips as the man returned to Lorne’s side. He watched as they curled around each other. Groaning with second-hand pleasure when his thoughts wandered to-

They knew.

They knew all of it.

They felt all of it.

"You know where he is," Parrish hummed. Chin tipping in his direction as he mouthed kisses down Lorne's throat. All long, lithe and shimmering, like an old-world god, as he stood slack-jawed. Working through every word.

"He's been waiting for you..." Lorne echoed, continuing where Parrish left off. Deferring easily when Parrish rolled them. Putting Lorne under him as their hips met. Every movement sifting yellow into the air. “…for a long time.”

He nodded. Head dipping to the right. Feeling a layer of pollen dislodge from the collar of his vest, then his shirt. Because Parrish was right. They were lovely, but not what his skin was itching for.

There was another heartbeat pounding beside his.

"Carry on, Major," he rasped thickly.

Lorne grinned at him with too white teeth.

Parrish was too busy pressing inside him to give him another look.

He barely felt his own footsteps as he followed that feeling - that second heartbeat - deeper into Atlantis. Leaving the occasional skid in the thin layer of pollen that was slowly covering everything. The floor. The transporters. Every nook and cranny it could settle.

He didn't need to look at a tablet or stick his radio back in. When it came to Rodney, he would always know how to find him. It was only now, with the world fractured into a dozen shades of gold, that he could admit it. He'd felt this way - some sort of way - about Rodney for years.

The second heartbeat throbbed.

So, he followed it.

He didn't say anything when Stackhouse fell into step beside him. Just giving him a knowing nod as spring-time motes swirled around them so thickly it looked like they'd bathed in the stuff.

Stackhouse had been off-world with Parrish.

Any other time he might have had questions.

Instead, as one, they simply picked up the pace.

They had somewhere important to be.

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"Sheppard! Are you-"

There were no barricades in front of the secondary lab. Nothing to indicate that anyone was holed up inside. He willed the doors open anyway. Sensing the second heartbeat starting to quiet. The closer he was, the more right everything felt.

So, when Rodney's head whipped up along with half a dozen other scientists, stuffed inside the containment area that made up the back half of the lab, he and Stackhouse were the only ones not surprised.

He cocked his head.

The scientists just stared. First in hope. Then in grim acceptance.

There would be no rescue.

At least not the way they thought.

The containment area had slowed the spread of the pollen, but not completely. He could see it in the damp hairs on Rodney's neck. In the way he was down to just a black shirt. But most of all, he could see it in the dark of Rodney’s eyes as he came closer. Watching him. Every inch laser-focused like he’d been waiting for him the entire time.

Still, he wasn't there yet.

"John? Can you tell me anything about your exposure level? Symptoms? How long-"

He let Rodney's voice flow over him like a balm as he scanned the line of familiar faces. Sensing nothing nothing nothing until his eyes fell on Radek and Miko. There. Them.

Stackhouse shifted, as if on cue. Because Miko hadn't looked at anything, not even the data pad in her hand, since Stackhouse had appeared in the room behind him.

He smiled widely, taking it all in, before turning back to the cluster of scientists ringed around Rodney. Barely able to drag his eyes away from how his shirt had wilted in the heat, clinging to Rodney’s upper arms.

"She’s looking for you," he hummed, focusing on Radek this time. Head tilting as golden tendrils threatened to overwhelm Atlantis blue. Weaving into the circuits in a way only a handful of people could see. "Can you feel her?"

She wasn’t his and even he could feel her coming.

There was nothing that could keep them apart.

Just like with Parrish and Lorne.

Just like him and McKay.

It was all there.

Radek frowned, mouth open, glasses falling down his nose.

"Colonel-"

But Rodney spoke over him, words a bit more jumbled this time. Focus harder to come by. It made him want to shiver. Finally able to own how many times he dreamed about being the one to make Rodney fall apart.

"There has to be something we can do!” Rodney bit off. Slamming his hand against the casing of the control panel in front of him. Eyes darting from the monitor, to him, then back again.

The sensor above the containment room blinked like a question.

All he had to do was think it and Atlantis would open it for him.

But he didn't.

He wanted Rodney to do it.

He wanted Rodney to choose him.

Somewhere off to his right Stackhouse pressed his hand against the glass. Eyes fixed on Miko as she inched through the crowd of scientists. Staring at each other from opposite sides of the containment glass. Both so quiet, so equally unassuming that he almost laughed out loud. Privately wondering why it hadn't occurred to him before.

"John?"

He hummed a quiet note, dragging his eyes away to focus back on-

"Rodney," he answered. Because it was an answer. Wanting, but content to wait. Knowing deep in his bones it wouldn't be long now.

He watched as Miko's hand pressed against Stackhouse's through the glass. Swearing he could taste the change as every muscle in Stackhouse's body relaxed. The air tasted sweet. Thick with-
Rodney's hand hovered over the button, hesitating.

"John."

He closed his eyes. Feeling second-hand pleasure flare as the moment hitched- set for the final hurdle. Wondering, as he waited, if Rodney's lips would taste as sweet as the pollen whispered they would.

"Rodney."

Radek backed away as he said it. Arm flaring out, keeping the other scientists behind him. Looking from Rodney, to him, to Miko and then back again. Speaking urgently to Rodney in increasingly broken English. Cheeks flushed like he was starting to feel it too. Fighting against the pull to just give in as the scientists he was protecting starting splitting into increasingly fractured groups. Frantically calling over the radio for help. Yelling about containment. Exposure.

He exhaled. Feeling the anxiety that had been slowly building until he'd laid eyes on Rodney filter out of him. Lulled by the rightness of it as Rodney's eyes fixed on his face. Searching. He gave him a half-smile. Certain that whatever he was looking for, he would find it.

There was no where left to hide.

And that was a good thing.

"Rodney, don't- Don't."

The anxious hunch that lived in Rodney's shoulders when everything went to shit softened. Wavering on his feet as golden motes clustered against the glass above his head. So close. So close.

"Rodney!" Radek insisted, a plead this time. “Ježíši, podívej se na něj! Dejte ruku pryč od tlačítka! We’re safe in here. Don’t do anything stu-”

His smile was still lopsided when Rodney straightened. Staring at him through the glass before he finally answered. Bringing the entire room to a screaming standstill as the edge of his palm fluttered teasingly across the wide-set button.

"It's already here..." Rodney murmured, wiping his mouth with the knuckled-flat of his hand. Smearing sweat. Smearing yellow. "I- I think it's okay..."

The understanding that flashed in Radek's eyes when Rodney's hand came down on the button was incomplete. As if he knew what Rodney was doing, but he didn't understand why. Not yet. But judging by the way the golden motes were already pressing against the glass, concentrating in expectant, targeted clusters, he figured Radek would know everything soon.

Atlantis chirped an affirmative, syrupy and drunk. Cheerfully overriding the standard decontamination protocol as Radek pushed Rodney out of the way. Frantically trying to undo whatever Rodney had done in time.

He shook his head, watching Rodney watch him through the panic. He thought about the version of him that had existed just a few hours ago. He thought about all the excuses. The hesitation. The denial. The way he’d buried every feeling of wanting more so deep. Unable to get past the fear that if he acknowledged it, if he reached for it, it would get ripped away. Just like everything else.

There were reasons why he couldn't have this.

There used to be reasons why he couldn't have this.

But not anymore.

One way or another, this had been inevitable.

Don't get him wrong, on some level it was the pollen.

But there was an entirely equal side that knew it wasn't.

That was the desperate beauty of it, really.

The pollen just made it easy.

That was the last coherent thought he had before the glass doors hushed open. Brushing past Radek and Miko to hook Rodney by the nape and kiss him quiet. Able to feel the exact moment Rodney kissed him back. Wide hands keeping him grounded as they immediately started worming under his tac-vest. Refusing to let go.

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In all the second-guessing that would come later, that was the thing that stuck with him.

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He paused as the last of the main group streamed past him. Looking back at Rodney and Colonel Sheppard as yellow motes streaked the len of his glasses. His heart was hammering in his throat when Stackhouse lifted Miko into his arms, kissing languidly as the clang of a belt buckle hit the floor. It should have been ridiculous, a marine with his pants around his ankles. The awkward fumbling of Miko grasping his cock before finally fitting should have been mortifying to witness. But it wasn't.

"Radek! Come on!"

He let himself get pulled away when Katie Brown tugged meaningfully at his elbow. Wearing every emotion on her face as Sheppard grunted, exhaling Rodney's name like it was just another shared pleasure. Feeling the rattle in his teeth when one of their backs hit the wall.

It made him feel-

"She is looking for you. Can you feel her?"

His shoulder clipped the door, momentum turning him back. Getting a blurred flash of Sheppard on his knees, gazing up at Rodney with an open, flayed look. Face ducking into Rodney's hand, cupping his face. Somehow achingly intimate despite the fact that Rodney had his cock plumped in the other. Feeding it into Sheppard's open mouth like every bit of this moment had already been written.

Yellow smeared across the screen when he locked them in. Unsure if it was to keep them contained or protect their privacy. Maybe both. Fingers shaking as his peripheral vision warped. Drunk. Unable to get what Colonel Sheppard had said out of his mind.

She? Who was she?

Sviňák!

He pushed his way to the front of the group. Snapping off a few firm words. Enough to quiet the voices that were inches from a full-blown panic. Covering his mouth with his sleeve as the yellow motes swirled around them. Caught in the air. Sticking to skin. Clogging-

"Radek! Where do we go?"

His head spun. He forced himself to blink. Forced himself to focus.

Once. Twice. Again.

Soustřeď se, idiote!

He ripped off his glasses, trying to clean the lens. Pausing when the radio in Katie's hand crackled to life. At first it was mostly static, but soon enough there was a familiar voice.

Teyla?

He grabbed for it. Fingers slipping across the buttons before he gained traction. Teyla had been visiting the mainland for the last week with a small group of botanists. They had no idea what they were coming back to.

"Teyla, this is Doctor Zelenka. Come in."

He looked up at the others ringed around him. Struck by how most of them - no, all of them - appeared unaffected. He frowned. It made no sense. All of them had been in the labs when the first warnings came through. They'd implemented quarantine procedures within minutes. How had he and Rodney been exposed in the first place? Miko? Why just them?

"This is Teyla. We cannot reach anyone. Where is Doctor Weir? Colonel Sheppard?"

He shook his head. Immediately regretting it.

"Too much to explain," he answered, feeling the ridges of the radio catch against the tacky sweat of his palm. "There has been a loss of containment. Everyone has been exposed. Atlantis is- how do you say it? Wrong? Something came back with Cadman's gate team. It appears to be some sort of pollen. Parrish radioed ahead about a discovery. Most of Atlantis is-"

He paused, realizing how insane it sounded. The hesitation felt juvenile. But that didn't stop the fact that he had to say it. Katie caught his eye and nodded. Supportive, but clearly no rescue.

He sighed, smashing his glasses up his nose.

"Those exposed are ah- drawn together. Physically. Colonel Sheppard and Doctor McKay are...indisposed. Doctor Weir and the gateroom stopped answering an hour ago. It is getting worse here. ...But there's something that might help. A way to bypass the oxygen scrubbers and vent the circulatory system from the exterior ports of the upper city. It won't work immediately, but it's the best option we have right now."

The beat of silence was telling. Then, mercifully-

"I understand, Doctor Zelenka. Tell me what we must do."

He made it as far as he could before he started losing focus. English slurring into Czech then back again. Feeling a strange sort of resistance tug at his insides as he repeated the important parts. That they had to open the exterior ports and restart the air recyclers simultaneously, otherwise-
Katie looked at him worriedly. Mouth pinched in concern.

He shook his head, trying to remember what he'd just been thinking about. It had only just occurred to him. The plan wouldn't be enough- it wouldn't be fast enough unless they could find a way to render the pollen ineffective. Which meant a significant increase or decrease in temperature.

"The botanists-" he rasped, pawing off his glasses as pollen swirled through the recycled air. Thickening everything to the point that it felt like he was trying to breathe through a straw. "Use the jumper's computer to analyze the spores without risking direct contact. Work with Doctor Brown. If we can neutralize the pollen's efficacy, that would-"

The lights flickered, somehow coming back more yellow than blue.

Krásný.

He leaned against the desk they'd made a temporary command center. Vaguely aware it belonged to someone in the Agricultural division. Able to feel himself actively losing the fight as Katie picked up where he trailed off. Somehow able to understand where he was going as Teyla answered an affirmative.

The after-image of Rodney's hand hovering over the button in the main lab made him flinch. Giving him just enough determination to overcome the growing instinct to say nothing. To go find-

"It has to be done at the same time," he rasped. "Simultaneously. The ports. The recyclers. And neutralizing the pollen. Atlantis needs- needs a full reset. The contamination is too powerful to-"

He swallowed hard, unable to finish. He didn't protest when Katie pried his hands off the radio – taking over. If every word had been a fight before, now it felt like he would choke. It was almost as if something was trying to get him to stop. To second guess if this was really what he wanted. If this was the right thing to do after all.

"Doctor Zelenka?"

Of course it was the right thing.

It was his job.

His responsibility.

Then why did it feel so wrong?

"Teyla? Yes. We need to hurry. He's been exposed. Colonel Sheppard said something before McKay opened the door. The pollen. I don't think this is random. We're fine. All of us. But Radek is-"

She is looking for you. Can you feel her?

He looked up slowly. The line of his shoulders slackened, releasing all their tension like a deep exhale. Because this time, the words were not confusing or even vaguely threatening, they were calming. He sucked in a breath. Then another. Tasting the moment on the air. Teyla and Katie's conversation became unimportant - barely a concern over the pleasant slur of warmth that rippled through him the longer he thought about Colonel Sheppard's words.

Because for the first time, he could almost feel it.

Whatever it was that made Rodney press that button,

It was here. So close he could almost understand it.

"Radek, are you alright?"

His eyes snapped up, focusing on the semi-circle of worried faces. Watching Katie's face go through every predicable emotion. Shock. Discomfort. Fear. Pity. Empathy.

"No," he replied, surprising himself by how gentle it sounded. Using what was left of his focus to straighten against the wall. Making a trail through the yellow. Everything fascinatingly fractured. Rodney had looked him dead in the eye before he'd done it. He'd seemed so certain. "No, I am not".

A laugh tumbled out of him. Making the nearest scientists scatter like a clutch of startled cats. Ringing around Doctor Brown like she was the one that could save them. And maybe she would. She was capable. She knew the plan. She-

He cocked his head.

Perhaps two things could exist at once.

That what was happening was okay.

But that eventually, it had to end.

This time the thought didn't weigh a thousand pounds.

Atlantis' lights flickered again, hazing between gold and blue.

Middle ground. S tím by mohl pracovat.

"We need to get to-"

"-the West Pier," Katie continued for him, grabbing her kit. "We can make it."

He trailed behind, herding them towards the nearest transporter. It was larger than those in the main city. Used more for hauling freight. But this time would be big enough to hold all of them at once. He huffed an amused sound. McKay had just been complaining how much power they drew from the zpms. Apparently, they had a use after all. Hopefully he would get the opportunity to rub it in later.
Katie hit the button, bouncing on her heels. Nervous.

The light signaling the arriving transporter blinked. Demanding attention as his vision threatened to double. Feeling it, whatever it was, closing in. He watched as the light flickered yellow, then blue, then something in between. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He wasn't afraid anymore.

The door to the transporter opposite them hushed open without warning.

Oh.

She.

Her.

Elizabeth stared back at him, smiling that smile she gifted to remarkably few as the world cusped. And just like that, like a malfunctioning circuit finally snapping into place, everything made sense.

Katie stepped back, keeping the others behind her as the transporter they'd been waiting for arrived. She looked between them with growing panic. Realizing he wouldn't be coming. That from here on, she would be on her own. Responsible.

Elizabeth had golden streaks woven into her hair.

Půvabný.

He exhaled the last of the tension.

"Go," he clipped. Flaring his hand to get Katie's attention. Unable to look away as Elizabeth stood in the center of the transporter. Haloed in the brightest light. Watching him watch her. "Go. Now."

"Radek..." Katie tried.

There was something in her voice. A promise, perhaps. But it didn't matter anymore. Not when every inch of him recognized Elizabeth in a way that went beyond his ability to express or even understand.

"Rodney was right," he murmured, letting the data pad in his hand clatter to the floor. "Go."

It wasn't until they were alone that he spoke. Knowing her, all of her, as she extended her hand for him to join her. Fingers spaced in such a way he knew it was to make room for his.

"Colonel Sheppard said you were coming."

Her smile went all the way to her eyes. The lines around her mouth promising everything.

"I know."

He didn't have to ask anything else.

Chapter Text

For something that fell apart so quickly, it came back together much the same. Self solving problems weren't the status quo in the Pegasus galaxy, but for two days she fully believed that was exactly what happened.

She overheard a conversation in the following days that resonated. Seeming to encompass everything she was feeling, everything she wasn't admitting too and beyond.

"It isn't a problem, it's a complication. …I just need time."

It started with a vague tickle of awareness. The lingering feeling that she was supposed to be doing something. Looking for someone. It didn't make sense, of course. She'd been in the middle of skimming the initial mission reports from Cadman's team.

She'd been able to push the feeling to the back of her mind. At least until the tickle in the back of her throat turned into a cough. Looking up to see yellow tufts of pollen floating lazily through the air. She remembered extending her hand, eyes tracking a fat spore as it hovered above her head. Intrigued as it dipped down to skim her palm before floating away, caught in an eddy of recycled air.

Chuck was quick to answer her on the radio. Informing her that the biofilters had determined it was normal springtime pollen from Cadman's planet. And while it was unusual it managed to come through, they already had the oxygen scrubbers on it.

She made a mental note to check back in on it later. Adding an addendum to get McKay to send someone to look into boosting the scrubber's efficiency. Otherwise, there'd been no alarm bells. No that growing itch in the back of her mind she couldn't shake.

It was only in retrospect that she remembered Parrish looking up at her. Haloed in that same golden pollen as the Stargate closed behind him. Smile too wide, too beautiful, as he looked up at her with a knowing tilt of his head.

If she were a betting woman, that probably should have been her first clue.

Weeks later she still couldn't account for the time in between. But sometime after returning to her office she switched to combing through personnel feeling only increased the deeper she went. Like the name was on the tip of her tongue.

She remembered swiping a thin layer of pollen off her screen. Trying to see the faces and pounding in her ears as she caught a familiar flash and stopped scrolling. Her fingers stuttered over the face. The name. She must have gone through hundreds of files. But this one? This one was-

Oh.

Oh, yes.

The bone-deep contentment that came after was like a reward.

She was self-aware enough to know there had been a part of her that had been empty. Especially since Simon. But maybe even before. A part that wanted something more. A part that, try as she might, she hadn't been able to fill with work, ambition - even with Atlantis. It had been there, empty but easy to ignore. Until now.

The last conscious memory she had was of feeling out of body as she staggered to her feet. Body strangely liquid as she braced her hands on her desk. Making imprints in the golden dust. Welcoming the ripple of quiet, wanting excitement as it spread through her like a sip of particularly good coffee.

Because, strangely enough, he made all the sense in the world.

And better than that?

She already knew he felt the same way.

"Colonel Sheppard said you were coming."

"I know."

She looked down the length of him as she extended her hand. Encouraging him to join her. Biting at her lower lip in a hungry way she barely recognized. She hadn't felt like this for years. Just the sight of him hard, slacks tenting at the strain, had a long disused part of her roaring.

She could tell he wasn't aware of it. That part hadn't hit him. But she knew. It was the only thing she could breathe, smell, taste. Him. Sex. Want. Life. All of it marinating into one gorgeous perfume.

She smiled when their fingers laced together. Allowing herself to get pulled in by pure inertia when he added a soft tug of his own. A question that didn't need words. Shivering happily when their bodies came together. Rocking gently with a tilt of hips and new angles.

Her fingers firmed around his forearms, holding him there until he followed her eyes down. Unable to help the giddy sound when his breath caught. Suddenly all too aware of how much his body had reacted to hers.

There was even a wet spot seeping through.

Like he'd gone past arousal and started dripping.

How long had he been like this?

The others must have seen. Her blood hummed at the thought. Making it easy to pull him in for a kiss. Brushing lips. Noses. For a long moment it was achingly juvenile, until-

It was him that steadied her. Bracing their gravity with his hand on the small of her back, allowing the kiss to connect fully. A humid press of lips and tongue that had the aftertaste of springtime.

"Potřebuji..." he whispered, kissing down her neck. Murmuring a litany of broken English. "I need... I want..."

She nodded.

Yes. Yes.

The lights in the transporter flickered when her back thumped against the wall. Bathing them in gold as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Biting off a kiss that made him groan. The difference in heights was an open calculation. Feeling him work it out in real time before his hand flailed against the wall. Pressing at a stretch of empty panel before a happy beep issued and a ledge extended from the wall. Expanding until it was wide enough to hold a-

There was an open smirk on his face when he lifted her onto it. Equalizing their heights in such a perfect way she was tempted to wonder if Atlantis had made it happen or if the panel had always been there.

Either way, she'd always enjoyed watching him work.

She shimmied out of her pants and underwear while he worked on his own. Pant legs getting stuck as they pooled around his boots. Making her tip her head back and laugh. Thickening the air with something more than sex and gold, something that felt lasting and real.

Because what took her out was the ordinary, comfortable glory of it all.

It was Radek standing half-naked in front of her, cock bouncing heavily off his stomach. It was the way he smiled when she reached up and took off his glasses. Folding them carefully as he blinked near-sightedly at her. Every motion and reaction, physical, chemical or otherwise decidedly mutual.

She could easily get lost in the details.

But ironically, it was him that reminded her why her blood was singing.

His hand traced the curve of her hip. Kissing her again before standing back. Looking at her with far more self-control than he should have.

"Elizabeth..." he rasped, "Můžu? Yes?"

Her hand reached down. Enjoying the fractured hiss when she palmed his cock. Embracing the humidity. She couldn't help but tip her face back, cheeks hot, when he brushed the thatch of curls that crowned her opening. Feeling pleasure pool in her belly at the hungry sound that left him. The sound was her only warning before the pad of his fingers slicked down her cunt. Finding her clit and immediately setting to work.

Jesus.

"Shit," Radek grunted, nose trailing up her neck. Kissing every inch before ripping himself away again. Kneeling abruptly – sliding in the pollen – as the fingers in her cunt pressed deeper. Curling. "Pro mě tak mokré..."

The wail that left her echoed when he found her g-spot. Deft fingers taking over as he covered the hand clenching around the ledge with his own. Encouraging her to move as he spread her lower lips, clit bumping his nose. Wet, hot and open to him as he buried his tongue in her cunt.

Of course he was good at this. Of course.

"Oh my god- ohhh!"

She hitched her hips into his face without thinking.

He groaned loudly. Pushing his erection into her calf. In any other situation, it might have looked pathetic. But it wasn't. It was a memory that was going to be burned into her brain for the rest of her life. Knowing he wanted her more than anything. Rational thought wasn't just a pipe dream, it was impossible. Replaced with need and want and yes.

Somewhere behind them, the transporter door hissed open.

There was a muffled sound.

Unimportant words.

The smell of sex.

Then the sound of the door wheezing closed again.

She came, thighs squeezing around his head, to the echo of a teetering laugh.

Radek didn't look up until they were alone again.

"Elizabeth," he panted, looking up at her with those blue eyes. Saliva and her dripping from the corner of his mouth. Soaked with yellow-tinted sunshine. "Elizabeth."

It took far too long for her to remember she'd started this with his cock in her hand.

She grinned, feeling the smile stretch as she looked down at him. Breasts heaving as the high from her orgasm crested- then stretched. Flooding through her until she felt like she could come again if he would just-

"Radek!"

When he finally pressed inside her, biting off a string of Czech and broken English, she was struck by the rightness of it. Letting her head tip back as she moved with him. Hungry. Feeling him inside her as his hips snapped quick and desperate. Knowing, without a fraction of a doubt, that when this was all over, she would never be able to go back to the status quo.

She came again, seconds after he did. Holding him fiercely as he rubbed his face into her stomach. Spreading sweat and slick heat as the frantic beat of his heart refused to slow. Already feeling his cock beginning to harden as the wet squelch of their pleasure echoed in the close space.

Admittedly, the feeling only condensed after that.