Retribution - Prelude
Title: - Retribution
Author: Soledad
Fandom: Stargate - Atlantis
Rating: Teens, for this part (for language). Later parts will be rated adult and friends-locked.
Genre: Angst, Drama, Series
Characters: Beckett, Caldwell, Heightmeyer, Kavanagh, McKay, Miko, Ronon Dex, Sheppard, Simpson, Teyla, Weir, Zelenka, Others
Pairings: Caldwell/Kavanagh, Caldwell/Weir (sort of), Beckett/Ford (implied).
Warnings: Adult themes: bondage, graphic m/m sex, semi non-con, torture in later parts.
Spoilers: Mild ones for "The Siege" and "Intruder". All along “Critical Mass”.
Summary: a different take on the events as shown in “Critical Mass”.
Disclaimer: The characters and the settings don't belong to me. Just the insane story idea.
Author’s note:
This story takes place during and after the second season episode “Critical Mass”, with some additional background from earlier, and is not part of any of my other series. It's based on the background I've worked out for Kavanagh in Ambitions, though - it only takes a different road off from there.
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PART 01 - PRELUDE
When Dr. Kavanagh chose to return to Earth aboard the Daedalus, right after the siege, nobody wondered about his motivation. They had just lost some forty people - original expedition members, Athosians and newly arrived soldiers from Earth alike - so the departure of a generally disliked scientist was the last thing that would occupy his mind.
Dr. Beckett could have told them that Kavanagh was leaving because of his injuries, which, if not life-threatening, still needed surgery, and after that extensive rehab, for which they had neither the facilities nor the trained people on Atlantis. But Dr. Beckett was too devastated by the loss of Lieutenant Ford, with whom he only had been together since the great storm - secretly, of course, but more than enough people knew about if nevertheless - to care about spreading that little bit of information, which was nobody else’s business anyway. Kavanagh valued his privacy, and nobody asked Carson. People had more important things to worry about.
The more surprised was everyone by his return, a few months later. He could have stayed on Earth, after all, in safety and comfort. Granted, Earth had its own problems, and not exactly small ones, what, with the Goa’uld and the Trust, but at least back home weren’t vampiric aliens who sucked the very life out of a person with their hands. So, why in hell did Kavanagh come back, except to annoy everyone to death, that is?
The reason, had they known it, would have shocked them. After all, what could a big, bad-ass military guy like Colonel Caldwell possibly see in a man like Kavanagh? Aside from that thick mane of curly golden-brown hair that must have been a thing of beauty in the eyes of a bald man, that is.
And yet Caldwell was the reason for Kavanagh’s return to Atlantis. What they had - what had grown between them on that trip back to Earth - was still so new that neither of them could give it up just yet.
At least that was what Kavanagh thought had been Caldwell’s motivation for insisting that he accompanied him aboard the Daedalus again.
As always, things turned out a bit differently, though.
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They had known each other from the SGC, from a time when they hadn’t exactly been friends. In fact, Colonel Steven Caldwell had been one of the reasons why Kavanagh detested military control over scientific projects so much. He found the big, balding, curt-mannered man arrogant, boorish and aggressive. Caldwell, in exchange, had found him an irritating, abrasive wise-ass - and a hippie lunatic.
Not exactly a match made in heaven, one would think. And it truly hadn’t been one, not back then. Quite frankly, the only military types Kavanagh could tolerate had been General (then still Colonel) O’Neill and Major Pierce, the team leader of SG-15, the unit witch which he sometimes had gotten to go off-world, to examine a promising piece of Ancient technology. Major Carter didn’t count, of course, as she was a scientist in the first place, who just happened to be an Air Force officer.
The two men, though, had been everything Caldwell was not: smart, dry-witted, relatively tolerant towards civilians. And they knew when to leave scientists alone with important work.
Caldwell - and the others like him - had been the reason Kavanagh had chosen to join the Atlantis expedition, in the hope that life under civilian rule would be different. Of course, he hadn’t known Elizabeth Weir back then. He hadn’t known that there were two Dr. Weirs in diplomatic service. He’d only known about Dr. Theresa Weir, the strong, intelligent, steely blonde, who hadn’t hesitated to stand up to a worm like Senator Kinsley - among other people.
That woman he’d admired. But when he was called in for the interview and realized that he’d have to deal with Elizabeth Weir, it was already too late. His interest for the new, exciting project had been awakened - he had to go. Even if it meant to work with Rodney McKay, the most irritating man in two galaxies.
He couldn’t have guessed what a disaster it would turn out. That barely a few weeks into the expedition, he’d be humiliated and second-guessed in front of his team, outvoted by them, verbally abused by an uncertain, frigid and hysterical woman who was very obviously incapable to make any halfway intelligent decisions. That he’d end up on permanent sewer treatment duty, never again allowed going off-world. That his good, hard work would remain unappreciated, his justified concerns dismissed out of hand, his dedication to the city and to the cause grossly misinterpreted.
Had Colonel Everett escaped the siege unscathed, things might have taken a different turn. Single-minded military jarhead Everett might have been, but at least he had appreciated Kavanagh’s return from the evac site to protect Atlantis. With Sheppard removed from his undeserved position as military commander, many things could have had a turn to the better.
Too bad it wasn’t meant to be. But Kavanagh was beyond caring anyway. He was glad to be back on Earth again. Perhaps there would be a place for him at the SGC or at Area 51 again. After hall, he had worked with Ancient - and Wraith - technology for more than a year. His knowledge would come handy, and General O’Neill might put in a good word for him.
It didn’t surprise him that he wasn’t allowed to return through the Stargate with that holier-than-thou leading staff of theirs. Beckett’s lame explanations about the strains Gate travel would put on his knacked ribs were too laughable to even argue. So he would travel with the Daedalus, sleep in a semi-comfortable bed in sickbay and probably even get a chance to talk shop with Dr. Novak or that grey, naked Asgard in Engineering.
Frankly, it was more than fine with him.
Continued in Part 01
Author: Soledad
Fandom: Stargate - Atlantis
Rating: Teens, for this part (for language). Later parts will be rated adult and friends-locked.
Genre: Angst, Drama, Series
Characters: Beckett, Caldwell, Heightmeyer, Kavanagh, McKay, Miko, Ronon Dex, Sheppard, Simpson, Teyla, Weir, Zelenka, Others
Pairings: Caldwell/Kavanagh, Caldwell/Weir (sort of), Beckett/Ford (implied).
Warnings: Adult themes: bondage, graphic m/m sex, semi non-con, torture in later parts.
Spoilers: Mild ones for "The Siege" and "Intruder". All along “Critical Mass”.
Summary: a different take on the events as shown in “Critical Mass”.
Disclaimer: The characters and the settings don't belong to me. Just the insane story idea.
Author’s note:
This story takes place during and after the second season episode “Critical Mass”, with some additional background from earlier, and is not part of any of my other series. It's based on the background I've worked out for Kavanagh in Ambitions, though - it only takes a different road off from there.
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PART 01 - PRELUDE
When Dr. Kavanagh chose to return to Earth aboard the Daedalus, right after the siege, nobody wondered about his motivation. They had just lost some forty people - original expedition members, Athosians and newly arrived soldiers from Earth alike - so the departure of a generally disliked scientist was the last thing that would occupy his mind.
Dr. Beckett could have told them that Kavanagh was leaving because of his injuries, which, if not life-threatening, still needed surgery, and after that extensive rehab, for which they had neither the facilities nor the trained people on Atlantis. But Dr. Beckett was too devastated by the loss of Lieutenant Ford, with whom he only had been together since the great storm - secretly, of course, but more than enough people knew about if nevertheless - to care about spreading that little bit of information, which was nobody else’s business anyway. Kavanagh valued his privacy, and nobody asked Carson. People had more important things to worry about.
The more surprised was everyone by his return, a few months later. He could have stayed on Earth, after all, in safety and comfort. Granted, Earth had its own problems, and not exactly small ones, what, with the Goa’uld and the Trust, but at least back home weren’t vampiric aliens who sucked the very life out of a person with their hands. So, why in hell did Kavanagh come back, except to annoy everyone to death, that is?
The reason, had they known it, would have shocked them. After all, what could a big, bad-ass military guy like Colonel Caldwell possibly see in a man like Kavanagh? Aside from that thick mane of curly golden-brown hair that must have been a thing of beauty in the eyes of a bald man, that is.
And yet Caldwell was the reason for Kavanagh’s return to Atlantis. What they had - what had grown between them on that trip back to Earth - was still so new that neither of them could give it up just yet.
At least that was what Kavanagh thought had been Caldwell’s motivation for insisting that he accompanied him aboard the Daedalus again.
As always, things turned out a bit differently, though.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
They had known each other from the SGC, from a time when they hadn’t exactly been friends. In fact, Colonel Steven Caldwell had been one of the reasons why Kavanagh detested military control over scientific projects so much. He found the big, balding, curt-mannered man arrogant, boorish and aggressive. Caldwell, in exchange, had found him an irritating, abrasive wise-ass - and a hippie lunatic.
Not exactly a match made in heaven, one would think. And it truly hadn’t been one, not back then. Quite frankly, the only military types Kavanagh could tolerate had been General (then still Colonel) O’Neill and Major Pierce, the team leader of SG-15, the unit witch which he sometimes had gotten to go off-world, to examine a promising piece of Ancient technology. Major Carter didn’t count, of course, as she was a scientist in the first place, who just happened to be an Air Force officer.
The two men, though, had been everything Caldwell was not: smart, dry-witted, relatively tolerant towards civilians. And they knew when to leave scientists alone with important work.
Caldwell - and the others like him - had been the reason Kavanagh had chosen to join the Atlantis expedition, in the hope that life under civilian rule would be different. Of course, he hadn’t known Elizabeth Weir back then. He hadn’t known that there were two Dr. Weirs in diplomatic service. He’d only known about Dr. Theresa Weir, the strong, intelligent, steely blonde, who hadn’t hesitated to stand up to a worm like Senator Kinsley - among other people.
That woman he’d admired. But when he was called in for the interview and realized that he’d have to deal with Elizabeth Weir, it was already too late. His interest for the new, exciting project had been awakened - he had to go. Even if it meant to work with Rodney McKay, the most irritating man in two galaxies.
He couldn’t have guessed what a disaster it would turn out. That barely a few weeks into the expedition, he’d be humiliated and second-guessed in front of his team, outvoted by them, verbally abused by an uncertain, frigid and hysterical woman who was very obviously incapable to make any halfway intelligent decisions. That he’d end up on permanent sewer treatment duty, never again allowed going off-world. That his good, hard work would remain unappreciated, his justified concerns dismissed out of hand, his dedication to the city and to the cause grossly misinterpreted.
Had Colonel Everett escaped the siege unscathed, things might have taken a different turn. Single-minded military jarhead Everett might have been, but at least he had appreciated Kavanagh’s return from the evac site to protect Atlantis. With Sheppard removed from his undeserved position as military commander, many things could have had a turn to the better.
Too bad it wasn’t meant to be. But Kavanagh was beyond caring anyway. He was glad to be back on Earth again. Perhaps there would be a place for him at the SGC or at Area 51 again. After hall, he had worked with Ancient - and Wraith - technology for more than a year. His knowledge would come handy, and General O’Neill might put in a good word for him.
It didn’t surprise him that he wasn’t allowed to return through the Stargate with that holier-than-thou leading staff of theirs. Beckett’s lame explanations about the strains Gate travel would put on his knacked ribs were too laughable to even argue. So he would travel with the Daedalus, sleep in a semi-comfortable bed in sickbay and probably even get a chance to talk shop with Dr. Novak or that grey, naked Asgard in Engineering.
Frankly, it was more than fine with him.
Continued in Part 01