Summary: Post almost ascending Rodney recovers memories that were pushed deep into his subconscious. Who is the blonde that he keeps seeing? Why was he calling out the name Cora in his sleep? Rodney is left asking why me?
I do not own any of the characters except my OC's, if I did the actors would be forever blushing.
Rating stands for now may be upgraded later. Characters are to many to label.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Post almost ascending Rodney recovers memories that were pushed deep into his subconscious. Who is the blonde that he keeps seeing? Why was he calling out the name Cora in his sleep? Rodney is left asking why me?
Rodney groaned as he opened his eyes. Talk about a hangover, the Ancients really needed to label their experiments better that one was to close. He turned his head to see John in his usual chair, head on his chest as he slept. Rodney was fairly sure that chair had a permanent imprint of the Colonel's ass.
"Back with us I see, lad," Carson said coming up next to the bed and pulling the dreaded pen light from his pocket.
"Seriously that thing is just used to torture us isn't it? What can you really tell from looking in someone's eyes anyway? Bloody voodoo." Rodney complained in full McKay mode.
"Well you're obviously feeling better then," John said rubbing the stiffness out of his neck.
"Yes, thank you for that observation, Colonel crazy hair."
"What is it with you and my hair?"
Rodney just rolled his eyes as he sat up and got comfortable again. Carson made a few notes before smiling.
"It looks like you are in fact back to normal Rodney, although by all rights I should use one of my biggest needles on you for the voodoo comment." Carson gave him the look that always made Rodney want to cower under the bed.
"But you won't will you?"
"No lad," he began placing his hand on Rodney's shoulder and squeezing gently, "I'm just glad you're back with us." Rodney gave a small smile as Carson walked off. John sat forward expectantly starring at his friend.
Rodney blinked at the Colonel as a face flashed before him.
"I don't know why?"
"You were calling for her in your sleep, sound like you trying to stop her from leaving." Rodney shook his head trying to think where he had heard the name before.
"Sounds vaguely familiar but I don't know a Cora."
"Whatever you say buddy. You don't want to tell me that's fine." John patted him on the shoulder before standing up and making his way out of the infirmary.
"Seriously I have no idea!" Rodney yelled after him glaring at the man's back.
Rodney was curled up on his bed reading one of the latest scientific journals to make it through the gate, scoffing at the ridiculous ideas people back on earth were getting paid for.
"Idiots," he muttered to himself before dropping the journal on the floor next to his bed and thinking the lights off. He got comfortable pulling the blanket up to his chin before letting out a content sigh and quickly drifting off to sleep.
"Rodney stop it," she giggled as Rodney nuzzled her neck from behind, his hands reaching around to tug at the hem of her t-shirt. He slowly inched his hands up under the fabric and laid his hands on her stomach, caressing the slight bump that was forming.
"I don't want to," he murmured nibbling along her neck as she tilted her head to the side giving him better access despite her arguing.
"I thought you had work to do. Your thesis wont write itself you know."
"I'm already two months ahead of schedule," he began inching his hands further up to caress the skin just below her bra, "I have plenty of time to finish it and still have it in early." He pulled her back so her body was flush with his own and smile as she let out a small moan.
Rodney chuckled as she dropped the pieces of what appeared to be some sort of advanced tech that he was really not meant to be looking at, before spinning around and dragging him into a sizzling kiss. It was his turn to moan as her teeth grazed his lower lip.
His brain stuttered for a moment, her teeth felt a lot sharper than they should. Part of Rodney's mind shrugged and told the other part to shut up and enjoy the dream.
"You are going to be the death of me," she whispered pulling back and looking at him lovingly with bright green eyes, eyes that had no white and were a lot like a cat's.
Rodney sat bolt upright in bed as he gasped out Cora's name. Suddenly bits and pieces of memory started coming back to him as he held his head in his hands and groaned as it felt like his head was splitting open. Another memory became perfectly clear and forced itself forward.
"We can't do this Rodney." Cora yelled pacing between the coffee table and the couch. At this point she was obviously pregnant, easily seven to eight months and almost ready to pop at any moment.
"Why not? Why can't we be together?"
"Do you have any idea what will happen when they find out this child is yours? Humans are not meant to know we exist Rodney, not without being cleared by the council first. I should never have told you!"
"What are they going to do Cora, glare at me to death? People will notice if I go missing."
"Are you really that arrogant Rodney, you won't go missing, there will be an accident!"
"I'm willing to take that chance, we can keep this secret they don't need to know that I know." Rodney stepped around the couch and wrapped his arms around her.
"I can't walk away from the two of you," he whispered flinching as her tail smacked into him in her agitation.
"They won't just come after you Rodney." He pulled back and looked her in the face.
"They will take her away," she said looking down at her stomach, "If they don't just kill her outright."
"What! Why would they kill her?"
"She may ask questions when she gets older, if they decide she is too big a risk they will get rid of her. Either way she will be taken from me and raised as an orphan, I will be either imprisoned or executed for treason."
"You've told me the laws they can't do that."
"The current council is paranoid of all its hunters Rodney, the slightest hint of any of us going rogue and they lock us down. I have power and political pull in both the human and non-human world they will think me too big a risk."
He thought for a moment pulling her closer, trying to be careful of the little one growing inside. Despite everything he smiled when he felt the baby kick, protesting being squished.
"So what do we do? Not like they haven't noticed you're pregnant."
Cora bit her lip and looked uncomfortable.
"They wouldn't have a problem if you knew nothing about us."
"Ok, I can act."
"Rodney the minute they find out the little one if yours they will do a scan. You can't lie to a telepath."
"I make you forget."
"After I give birth I block all your memories of us."
"No! Absolutely not!" Rodney yelled as he started his pacing.
"Rodney, there is no other way."
"I can't lose you," whispered before leaving the room ignoring her calls.
He shook his head and made it to the bathroom turning the shower on nice and hot trying to calm his ragged breathing. He got in and leant against the wall as another memory washed over him.
Cora lay on the bed, sweat pouring off her as she gritted her teeth, wings fluttering as she rode out another contraction. Rodney hovered next to her with a cloth wiping her down now and again, She wouldn't let him hold her hand afraid she was going to break it, or maybe set him on fire.
The midwife was murmuring reassurances to her in another language as she checked the progress. Suddenly after two hours it was time. Rodney kept talking not sure what he was saying until with a final scream/roar their little one was in the hands of the midwife. She fussed for a few moments while Rodney tried to get a look at the baby. He stopped when he realised Cora was trying to get his attention and quickly helped her get comfortable before the midwife place the baby bundled in a blanket in Cora's arms. She bowed low and left quietly with a smile on her face.
Rodney sat on the edge of the bed and peaked over the blanket looking at the little red person.
"It's a girl," Cora told him, unwrapping the blanket and checking fingers and toes. The little girl already had a head of dark red hair, as Cora pulled the blanket back further the tops of little wrinkled, featherless wings poking out form her back.
"She looks like an old person." Rodney blurted out. He felt himself blush as Cora smiled at him.
"So did you when you were born. It's a little squishy coming out." Cora laughed softly as she ran a finger over the little wings. It was then that the little girl opened her eyes. They were the same brilliant blue that Rodney had, cat slit like her mother's.
"I wonder what colour they will be later," Rodney mused. He had heard that all babies were born with blue eyes.
"She's only half human Rodney, we are born with the same eye colour we will have as adults."
"Oh." He starred into those blue eyes as their daughter starred back at him. Rodney was far from the hippy type but he could swear she was an old soul. A perfect little fist shot out trying to grasp his nose. Rodney's smile was so large he swore his face was going to split apart, but he didn't care.
Cora manoeuvred the little one into his arms and he held her terrified he was going to drop her. He wasn't sure how long he sat there holding his little girl but eventually the midwife returned and gently took the girl from him smiling sadly as she walked out the room.
Rodney made a noise annoyance as he reached out to take her back but was held back by Cora.
"What are we going to call her?" he asked leaning over and giving her a kiss.
"Aella, it means whirlwind." Rodney rolls the name around in his mind a few times.
"Aella, I like it."
Cora smiles sadly, similar to the smile the midwife had given him.
"What's wrong?" She closed her eyes obviously trying to hold back tears. Rodney pulled her until her head rested in the crook of his neck and her wrapped his arms around her gently rocking her.
"Ssshhh baby, ssshhh," he whispered again and again.
"I'm sorry Rodney, I'm so sorry." She reached up and placed her hands on either side of his face. Before he could ask why she was sorry he felt the world go fuzzy.
No! He shouted out in his mind as he felt himself beginning to forget. She held on tight as he tried to fight her off. Aella was the last thing he thought as the world went black.
Rodney jumped out of the shower and quickly dried off throwing on the first clothes he could find before running out of his room and down the hall to John's room. He walked right in, as usual John hadn't locked his door.
Rodney walked right up and started shaking John awake.
"What!" The colonel came awake instantly and nearly took Rodney's head off.
"For Christ sake McKay don't do that!" he yelled rubbing his eyes.
"What's the matter? We being invaded again?" John reached for his radio, but Rodney grabbed his hand.
"I know who Cora is!"
John just looked at him.
"You said I was calling out for Cora after the near death ascension thing. I remember who Cora is."
"Good for you buddy."
"John, you don't understand the reason I didn't remember her was because the memories were locked away."
"What?" John asked, "Rodney seriously go back to bed you are making no sense."
"Cora Brand, I met her nearly eighteen years ago. We fell in love and then I accidently found out she wasn't human. We hide that I knew until she kinda got pregnant and then the Council wouldn't approve disclosing things to me but they didn't know that I already knew so after Aella was born she took my memories to stop them from killing me and taking Aella away."
"Rodney, breathe!" John said. Rodney took a deep breath and repeated himself more slowly.
"Buddy, that sounds like a really out there story," John put up a hand to stop Rodney from defending himself, "But it is you we are talking about. If this shit was going to be real it would involve you." Rodney sighed in relief realising that John believed him.
"I'm guessing the whole nearly ascended thing undid whatever she did. I don't remember everything I keep getting flashes. I do remember us having the argument about erasing my memory and then I remember Aella being born and that was the last memory I have of them. I think that was when she did her thing with my brain... Oh my god I she could have caused brain damage, I could have forgotten a revolutionary proof that I discovered while with her, I could have..."
"Rodney, breathe." John said again as Rodney began to rant gesturing wildly almost hitting John and giving him a concussion.
"What do you want to do? I doubt she is in the phone book."
"I don't know but I have a daughter and I want to find her."
"And this council? What do you think they will do?"
Rodney's shoulders drooped. "I don't know." He said quietly. If he went looking for Aella they might kill him, or Cora and then were would their daughter be.
"The council changes every fifteen years, this one might not be as paranoid."
"And how are you going to explain to everyone that your daughter, if you find her, isn't human and then what you going to bring her and Cora here?"
"One they can look human and two," he smacked John over the head, "Stop being so practical."
"Ow." John rubbed the back of his head.
"So...." John began getting himself out of bed and reaching for his pants,
"What's her name?"