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1261 words of whee, transsex on Atlantis, and let's torture Shep.
The way Sheppard found out about what he liked to call the Magic Power of the Athosians was that Teyla threw herself at him, he shot her down, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. That was the short version, anyway. The long version went something like this:
"Look, Teyla, I'm flattered and all, but I--I just--" Sheppard rubbed the back of his neck, elbow in the air. "For one thing, you're from another planet, another galaxy, and I still haven't wrapped my head around that one yet. I mean, it's culture gap. It's huge."
Teyla tilted her head. "You say 'for one thing.' Does that mean that there are other... things?"
Sheppard got more wide-eyed and terrified. "Why do you want to know?"
"If I have done something to offend, for instance, I would like to know," Teyla said.
"No, no, no," Sheppard said quickly. "You're great. You've helped us out so much and--" Even though her expression didn't change from one of polite inquiry, Sheppard knew he'd gone down the wrong trail with that one. Personal. Keep it personal, he told himself. "--and you're really easy-going and patient and," oh, one more, "kind."
"Thank you," Teyla said, her smile becoming--not more genuine, because it always looked genuine, but more pleased, like she wasn't just cheerful in general like the time Dr. Beckett started slipping McKay happy pills to get him to stop complaning about everything. Then she looked down at her tits, and Sheppard looked up at the ceiling, and she asked, "And am I--pleasing to the eye?"
"Oh, sure," said Sheppard. "Come on--you've got to know you're a knock-out."
"I see," said Teyla, letting the idiom roll over her. "But you are not tempted."
"Oh, fuck," Sheppard muttered. "See, here's the thing. I'm, um, do your people have guys that like guys?"
Teyla looked puzzled, and for a moment he was afraid she was going to tell him that the Athosians were one hundred percent straight. Then she said, "Sometimes, among the young men. Young women, also. When they come of marriageable age, matters usually--resolve," and Sheppard thought, Oh God, it's worse, it's not that they don't have gay people, it's just they make them get hitched and breed. Then Teyla's expression transformed from puzzled smile to understanding smile. "This is the case with you?" she asked. "You are not attracted to me because you prefer men?"
"Yes," said Sheppard in utter relief.
"And if I were a man--?" she asked, flirting a little bit again.
Sheppard figured it was safe flirting, considering. "If you were a man, I could probably even get over the alien from another planet thing, because you are hot," aesthetically, which was the only way he really appreciated it, but she was exotic and bronzed and hot shit with a pair of sticks and if a guy who looked like that could pin him to the floor, Sheppard would have been there, "and, um, nice." He winced even as he said it. He shouldn't have let himself get distracted by visions of some native warrior prince.
Teyla didn't seem to take offense. She considered a moment, then said, "I am not so tied to my sex."
"What does that mean?" Sheppard asked, confused.
"We shall speak of it again when the time is right," said Teyla, and refused to explain any further than that.
Cut to a week later:
"T--Teyla?" Sheppard stared. She had exchanged her leather skirt for leather pants, and she looked like she was packing, and the vee of her shirt revealed not cleavage but pecs, and she had shoulders, and just, the whole way she was shaped looked different--less curves, more visible muscle mass, the kind that even women in good health would have to take steroids to get.
"Yes?" she said, and it was her voice, but lower, and that was damn weird.
She still had long hair, and that confused the hell out of Sheppard more than anything else. There was some part of his brain that screamed, Long hair equals girl, and he couldn't shut it off despite the evidence to the contrary.
Teyla was a man.
"How the hell'd you do that?" Sheppard asked.
"Do what?" Teyla asked.
"Become a man!" Sheppard said.
Teyla's smile became the searching, worried one. "How?" she said. "I merely--willed it so."
"What, like magic or something?" Sheppard asked, which was how it became the Magic Power of the Athosians in his head.
"Is that not how you do it?"
"How I--" Sheppard stared some more. "People from Earth can't will a sex change," he said. "Some people do surgery. But."
Her expression faltered. The smile was down to the Things Can Only Get Better From Here grin. "I had wondered," she said finally, "why none of you were changing. It is true that the older one gets, the less one feels the need for it, but usually only if one has found one's partner, and so few of you are wed--" She trailed off, gazing at him.
She. Sheppard still couldn't think of her as a man. "Look, don't take this the wrong way, but this is weird."
"It is beyond your experience," Teyla agreed solemnly.
"Um," said Sheppard. "Maybe you could let Dr. Beckett look at you. I'm sure he'd be fascinated."
Sheppard felt guilty, ditching her with the doctor, but he needed space and an explanation for how this could be possible. He hoped Beckett would come up with one.
McKay was just being released from the infirmary after a citrus scare that turned out to be just a pomegranate of an unusual color, and he saw Teyla and asked Sheppard, "What the hell happened to her?"
So Sheppard told him.
McKay said, "And I thought the worst that could happen if you lied and said you were gay was they told all their friends you wouldn't be interested and you never got laid again."
Sheppard stared at McKay. "I wasn't lying," he said, possibly more loudly than he'd intended to.
"Oh," said McKay. "Well then, why don't you do him? He's still hot, and he's gotta really like you to change sex for you."
In Sheppard's head, Teyla was still a she. Sheppard couldn't figure out how McKay had adapted so quickly. He said, "I don't know if it was actually a big deal. She made it sound like it was normal. As in, there are people who do it more and less frequently. Frequently."
"I think it sounds kind of hot," said Rodney. "Best of both worlds."
"I hate you," said Sheppard. "I tried girls. I didn't like them. I don't really think a former girl is gonna work for me, here."
"How do you know Teyla was originally a girl? If he's switched more than once, then how do you know he wasn't born male?" McKay pointed out.
"You're not helping," said Sheppard, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't force out the new image of a guy Teyla's parts being sucked into her body as she transformed into a woman, and that was just creeping him out.
"I wonder if he can have kids as both a man and a woman," McKay said thoughtfully.
"Gah," said Sheppard.
The way Sheppard found out about what he liked to call the Magic Power of the Athosians was that Teyla threw herself at him, he shot her down, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. That was the short version, anyway. The long version went something like this:
"Look, Teyla, I'm flattered and all, but I--I just--" Sheppard rubbed the back of his neck, elbow in the air. "For one thing, you're from another planet, another galaxy, and I still haven't wrapped my head around that one yet. I mean, it's culture gap. It's huge."
Teyla tilted her head. "You say 'for one thing.' Does that mean that there are other... things?"
Sheppard got more wide-eyed and terrified. "Why do you want to know?"
"If I have done something to offend, for instance, I would like to know," Teyla said.
"No, no, no," Sheppard said quickly. "You're great. You've helped us out so much and--" Even though her expression didn't change from one of polite inquiry, Sheppard knew he'd gone down the wrong trail with that one. Personal. Keep it personal, he told himself. "--and you're really easy-going and patient and," oh, one more, "kind."
"Thank you," Teyla said, her smile becoming--not more genuine, because it always looked genuine, but more pleased, like she wasn't just cheerful in general like the time Dr. Beckett started slipping McKay happy pills to get him to stop complaning about everything. Then she looked down at her tits, and Sheppard looked up at the ceiling, and she asked, "And am I--pleasing to the eye?"
"Oh, sure," said Sheppard. "Come on--you've got to know you're a knock-out."
"I see," said Teyla, letting the idiom roll over her. "But you are not tempted."
"Oh, fuck," Sheppard muttered. "See, here's the thing. I'm, um, do your people have guys that like guys?"
Teyla looked puzzled, and for a moment he was afraid she was going to tell him that the Athosians were one hundred percent straight. Then she said, "Sometimes, among the young men. Young women, also. When they come of marriageable age, matters usually--resolve," and Sheppard thought, Oh God, it's worse, it's not that they don't have gay people, it's just they make them get hitched and breed. Then Teyla's expression transformed from puzzled smile to understanding smile. "This is the case with you?" she asked. "You are not attracted to me because you prefer men?"
"Yes," said Sheppard in utter relief.
"And if I were a man--?" she asked, flirting a little bit again.
Sheppard figured it was safe flirting, considering. "If you were a man, I could probably even get over the alien from another planet thing, because you are hot," aesthetically, which was the only way he really appreciated it, but she was exotic and bronzed and hot shit with a pair of sticks and if a guy who looked like that could pin him to the floor, Sheppard would have been there, "and, um, nice." He winced even as he said it. He shouldn't have let himself get distracted by visions of some native warrior prince.
Teyla didn't seem to take offense. She considered a moment, then said, "I am not so tied to my sex."
"What does that mean?" Sheppard asked, confused.
"We shall speak of it again when the time is right," said Teyla, and refused to explain any further than that.
Cut to a week later:
"T--Teyla?" Sheppard stared. She had exchanged her leather skirt for leather pants, and she looked like she was packing, and the vee of her shirt revealed not cleavage but pecs, and she had shoulders, and just, the whole way she was shaped looked different--less curves, more visible muscle mass, the kind that even women in good health would have to take steroids to get.
"Yes?" she said, and it was her voice, but lower, and that was damn weird.
She still had long hair, and that confused the hell out of Sheppard more than anything else. There was some part of his brain that screamed, Long hair equals girl, and he couldn't shut it off despite the evidence to the contrary.
Teyla was a man.
"How the hell'd you do that?" Sheppard asked.
"Do what?" Teyla asked.
"Become a man!" Sheppard said.
Teyla's smile became the searching, worried one. "How?" she said. "I merely--willed it so."
"What, like magic or something?" Sheppard asked, which was how it became the Magic Power of the Athosians in his head.
"Is that not how you do it?"
"How I--" Sheppard stared some more. "People from Earth can't will a sex change," he said. "Some people do surgery. But."
Her expression faltered. The smile was down to the Things Can Only Get Better From Here grin. "I had wondered," she said finally, "why none of you were changing. It is true that the older one gets, the less one feels the need for it, but usually only if one has found one's partner, and so few of you are wed--" She trailed off, gazing at him.
She. Sheppard still couldn't think of her as a man. "Look, don't take this the wrong way, but this is weird."
"It is beyond your experience," Teyla agreed solemnly.
"Um," said Sheppard. "Maybe you could let Dr. Beckett look at you. I'm sure he'd be fascinated."
Sheppard felt guilty, ditching her with the doctor, but he needed space and an explanation for how this could be possible. He hoped Beckett would come up with one.
McKay was just being released from the infirmary after a citrus scare that turned out to be just a pomegranate of an unusual color, and he saw Teyla and asked Sheppard, "What the hell happened to her?"
So Sheppard told him.
McKay said, "And I thought the worst that could happen if you lied and said you were gay was they told all their friends you wouldn't be interested and you never got laid again."
Sheppard stared at McKay. "I wasn't lying," he said, possibly more loudly than he'd intended to.
"Oh," said McKay. "Well then, why don't you do him? He's still hot, and he's gotta really like you to change sex for you."
In Sheppard's head, Teyla was still a she. Sheppard couldn't figure out how McKay had adapted so quickly. He said, "I don't know if it was actually a big deal. She made it sound like it was normal. As in, there are people who do it more and less frequently. Frequently."
"I think it sounds kind of hot," said Rodney. "Best of both worlds."
"I hate you," said Sheppard. "I tried girls. I didn't like them. I don't really think a former girl is gonna work for me, here."
"How do you know Teyla was originally a girl? If he's switched more than once, then how do you know he wasn't born male?" McKay pointed out.
"You're not helping," said Sheppard, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't force out the new image of a guy Teyla's parts being sucked into her body as she transformed into a woman, and that was just creeping him out.
"I wonder if he can have kids as both a man and a woman," McKay said thoughtfully.
"Gah," said Sheppard.
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I love it. It's great that McKay is cool with everything, and John can't get his mind around it, and is totally freaked out by the whole thing. That's funny. Thanks for the laugh. Hmmm...will there be more? I'd love to see Shepard get cornered by Teyla in this form. *g*
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Thinking of more. Stopped here because I was falling over asleep on my keyboard.
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McKay was just being released from the infirmary after a citrus scare that turned out to be just a pomegranate of an unusual color
Bwah! *dies laughing*
"Oh," said McKay. "Well then, why don't you do him?
I adore the nonchalance here; McKay's casual acceptance proceeding directly to helpin' his bud get laid. So cute :)
btw sorry I've not been ms chatty cathy over on teh AIM of late-- my d.u. is all aswamp cookin' up a horde of CKR torrents, so much of my surfing and chatting is on hold for the duration...
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*dying* Thank you, I think.
btw sorry I've not been ms chatty cathy over on teh AIM of late--
Awww. *hugs* You realize, you hold the most power to direct my writing when you talk to me personally...
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I luv your brain.
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If I may ask, what brought you here?
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