The Air That Angels Breathe

Reading Time: 36 Minutes

Title: The Air That Angels Breathe
Author: Keira Marcos
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Genre: Romance, Mutant!Verse
Warnings: Explicit sex, discussion-human experimentation
Word Count: 8,936
Author’s Note: No DADT. Special thanks to Ladyholder and Chris King for reading ahead and always being a well of support for my crazy.
About the Art: DancesWithGary did the great fanart for me with John with black wings, which in turn inspired me to write about John with wings!
Updated: 5/31/2022
Summary: John has hidden his mutation all of his life, but in one moment, everything changes.

Original Art Manip by DancesWithGary

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Colonel John Sheppard knew it was one thing for people to know he was a mutant—it was another thing altogether for them to see that he was a mutant. His mutant status was a secret to exactly no one, but it was a little late in life for him to resent it. He’d been identified as a toddler, and his father, unlike so many other parents, had refused to give over his son to the US government. He’d sued them instead, and he’d won.

Among mutant circles, Patrick Sheppard was a legend. The man who fought like hell to keep his son and forced the world to see that the children that were mysteriously mutating were still children. Because of him, mutants were free from government control in the United States, and most of the civilized countries on the planet had followed that example.

John had become the symbol of free mutants at the innocent age of three years old. Still, he’d never displayed his abilities before anyone but his family, and no one had ever dared ask him. It was considered a very rude thing to do in their society—some thirty-nine years after the first mutant child was found.

The spontaneous jump in human evolution affected less than ten percent of the children born since 1970. John had always thought he was cursed to have fallen in that percentage, but he was blessed to have a father who loved him beyond all reason, even if he was a freak.

Thirty-two years of hiding his abilities, and in a split second, every single reason he had for hiding himself away just disappeared. John tossed aside his skateboard as he ran down the pier back toward the central tower—toward McKay, who was, for some reason he couldn’t even conceptualize, dangling from a goddamned balcony. He pulled his t-shirt over his head just seconds before his wings erupted from his back—blood sprayed like a burst of rain from the sudden emergence. John was in the air in under thirty seconds and caught McKay just as the scientist lost his grip on the ledge.

They both dropped in the air abruptly, but John caught an updraft, and for a few seconds, they were almost still. Rodney’s hands curled against John’s shoulders as Sheppard easily lifted them in the air.

The balcony was empty when they landed. John released McKay reluctantly. His black wings fluttered gently behind him. It felt amazing to have them out during the day, under the sun. Since coming to Atlantis, he’d confined himself to flying only at night when he was off duty and even then, no more than three times a month. Part of him knew that the city herself helped him keep his secret, and he was relieved enough to never speak of the telling marker of intelligence to anyone.

Rodney cleared his throat. “When I was small—I remember seeing you on TV with your dad. They always refused to discuss what your mutant ability was, so I figured it must be something pretty bad.”

“Not bad,” John murmured. “Just private and unique.”

“Very unique,” Rodney agreed. “That was—amazing. Thank you.” He motioned towards the railing then winced as he started to rub his shoulder. “It just broke. I wasn’t prepared.”

“Good thing you held on as long as you could,” John murmured. “It would’ve been bad otherwise.”

Rodney shuddered and glanced towards the edge. “You could’ve killed yourself—fallen with my extra weight, you beautiful idiot!”

John’s wings fluttered, and he rolled his eyes. “I’ve been flying since I was three, McKay. I know how much weight my wings can handle. I can carry two times my own body weight, at least for a short distance.” He glanced towards the door as he heard footsteps and let his head fall back. He grimaced as his wings resisted returning to his skin. They always did. It was natural for them to be out, but they relented and were gone by the time the balcony was stormed.

Jennifer Keller was the first to arrive, followed by Evan Lorne and Elizabeth Weir. “Are you two okay?”

“Rodney hurt his shoulder,” John said and glanced towards the pier where everyone was still standing and gawking. “I’m fine.”

“You’ll both need to come to the infirmary,” Keller declared, and John’s stomach tightened.

John shot the young doctor a hard glance. He didn’t like her, mostly for her overt interest in McKay, but that wasn’t something he was ready to discuss with anyone. “McKay had an accident. I didn’t. I’m fine.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Colonel Sheppard, I was on the pier. Wings sprouted out of your back, and you sprayed blood in a six-foot arc behind you when they did.”

John turned and let her see his back. The skin was probably a little damp with sweat and a little bit of blood, but the skin felt like it always did when he tucked his wings away. “I’m fine.”

“I’ll need to take some blood work,” Keller insisted.

“Absolutely not,” John snapped. “The only time you take blood from me, Dr. Keller, is when I go off-world, and then you’re only allowed to do a standard blood panel.”

“Colonel, under the circumstances….”

Experimenting on mutants is illegal,” John snapped, and everyone on the balcony, but McKay, flinched. “Or didn’t they teach you that at medical school?”

Keller blushed furiously. “It’s my job to make sure everyone on the city is well, Colonel. And that includes the twenty-six mutants that live here. I don’t want to experiment on you, but I do want to make sure your body chemistry is normal for you.”

“I fly two or three times a month, Dr. Keller. This wasn’t a new thing. I’ve been flying without the benefit of an aircraft since I was three.”

“All the same….”


Keller crossed her arms. “Then I have no choice but to take you off-duty until which time you allow a physical examination.”

“You do that,” John returned evenly. “Forcing me into an examination or limiting my ability to function in my role in the Marine Corps based on my mutation is a violation of my rights. You file your paperwork, and then I’ll file mine.” He stalked off the balcony without looking at anyone else.

Rodney took a deep breath and looked out over the too blue sky of New Lantea with a frown. Elizabeth wondered if he disliked the new planet as much as she did. Things had been difficult between them for a while, mostly because of nanite healing that Jennifer Keller had talked McKay into doing. Elizabeth had stringent instructions regarding such things in her medical records and would’ve never allowed it had she been conscious. McKay hadn’t known, and Keller had ignored those directives.

Part of Elizabeth wished she could’ve reprimanded Keller without involving McKay. Since she couldn’t, she’d let the situation go but had insisted on Biro becoming her doctor of record. They’d saved her life, but she hated the fact they’d used nanites to do it. She scratched her wrist and sighed. Rodney had confirmed a half dozen times that all the nanites were gone, but still, she itched a little at the thought of all of those tiny machines in her body.

“I’ll go to the infirmary on my own and see Dr. Biro for my injury,” McKay said after a protracted silence.

Jennifer took a deep breath. “Surely you see that I’m right, Rodney.”

“No, I don’t see that you’re right, Jennifer. Experimenting on mutants is illegal in my country, too.” He brushed past her and left the balcony. “Dr. Weir, will you school Carson’s replacement on such things before she’s allowed anywhere near the colonel again?”

“Yes, Rodney,” Elizabeth called after him. “Major Lorne, will you check on the colonel and make sure he’s okay as discreetly as you can?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Elizabeth looked at the young doctor as they were left alone. She didn’t know her as well as she would like and had been concerned about her age from the start. Carson had highly recommended her to the posting, and maybe that wasn’t the ringing endorsement she’d considered it to be months before.

“You were aware that Colonel Sheppard was a mutant before this incident, correct?”

“Everyone knows he’s a mutant, but no one knew….” Jennifer paled. “There has never been a documented case of a mutant having the ability to shift or alter his shape, Dr. Weir. Colonel Sheppard literally sprouted wings. I know there were tests done on him and DNA work for the ATA gene therapy, but that is locked in the infirmary records.”

“I know. I locked them,” Elizabeth returned. “John only consented to the research because we needed to have others on the city with the ATA gene, and he had the strongest one we’ve ever found. Carson Beckett personally promised that his genome and his DNA would never be reviewed to investigate his mutation.” Elizabeth prodded the young doctor away from the broken railing. “You will not take Colonel Sheppard off active duty, and you will not pester him about what happened today. If you do—I’ll send you back to Earth.”

Jennifer opened her mouth but then closed it abruptly. “You know he should be examined.”

“I know his basic human rights are more important to me than your curiosity. And I’m concerned about your ethics in this situation. You’ve already demonstrated to me that you can’t be trusted to follow a patient’s directives in situations where you assume you know best.”

The doctor’s cheeks flushed. “I saved your life, Dr. Weir.”

“Dr. McKay saved my life,” Elizabeth corrected. “He’s the one that implanted the nanites and directed them to heal me. His unwitting involvement and the fact that he was able to retrieve every single nanite from my body is the only reason you still have a job, Dr. Keller. I’d have never consented to such a thing had I been conscious, and you know it.”

Jennifer frowned at her. “He was very excited to do the procedure.”

“He was equally horrified to learn that in doing the procedure, he had violated my body autonomy,” Elizabeth snapped, and Keller took several steps back toward the hall. She took a deep breath to calm down. “He tried to tender his immediate resignation when he found out. Dr. McKay thinks you made a mistake out of desperation in an emergency situation. But you and I both know differently, Dr. Keller. I spoke to you at length about the concerns and objections I have regarding nanotech.”

“I have no memory of such a conversation and barely had time to review your chart for current health conditions before the procedures,” Keller declared and stalked off.

Elizabeth took in another deep breath.

“Dr. Weir?”

She turned and found Dean Bates standing in the open doors that led out to the balcony behind the stargate. “Sergeant Bates.” She motioned toward the railing. “Get with Dr. Zelenka about repairing this and have someone inspect all the ones we use—public and private—for issues.”

“Of course, ma’am.” Bates motioned her off the balcony. “I’d feel better if you went back to your office to plot against Dr. Keller.”

Since she fully intended to plot against that little bitch, Elizabeth nodded and headed for her office.

Art by DanceswithGary

* * * *

John glanced over his shoulder and sighed at the Air Force officer. “You’re not very stealthy, Lorne. You did pass SERE training, right?”

Evan Lorne laughed and slid out onto the balcony. He offered Sheppard the t-shirt he had discarded on the pier. “I had Franks take your skateboard back to your quarters, sir.”

John pulled his t-shirt over his head and nodded, purposely ignoring the dried blood on his back. “Thanks. Is this…a problem?”

“Sir.” Evan frowned. “My younger brother has a mutation. You know it’s not a problem for me.” He sighed. “Though… I’ll admit to being a little jealous.” He shrugged when John glanced his way. “What pilot do you know who wouldn’t want wings? Jesus, that’s just made of complete and total win.”

John snorted and choked briefly on laughter. “Thanks.”

“Why do you hide it? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a wing mutation before, but surely, it’s not a problem. McKay’s mutation is pretty slick but not unique.”

John nodded. Rodney was what most people on Earth called a technopath; it made him a stunningly brilliant engineer and an asset to the expedition that could not easily be replaced. “I’ve met two or three that can do what Rodney does, but none to his ability. He’s a force of…nature.”

“Keller is something else,” Evan finally said. “She was looking at you like she wanted to see what your insides look like.”

John shuddered. “She isn’t the first. The doctor that diagnosed me as a mutant and reported me to the government looked at me like I was his meal ticket. My father decimated him in a matter of weeks and then took on the rest of the world.”

“He’s a great man,” Evan said and leaned on the railing. “By the time my brother was born, there were laws in place to protect him because of what your father did. I keep hoping he’ll come out to visit so I can meet him.”

“His job in Homeworld Security keeps him busy,” John admitted. “But he wants to see the city. This will get back to him.”

“Was hiding what you could do his idea?” Evan asked.

“No, not at all. He never expected me to hide at all, but he respected my wishes and guarded my privacy so zealously that anyone who did know was afraid to say it in public. It became a habit to hide it. I’m not ashamed of what I am. It just became intensely private but….” His gaze flicked to the part of the city where the accident had happened. “Nothing is more important….” He shrugged and took a deep breath.

“Than McKay’s life?” Evan questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“I like to think I would’ve done it for anyone,” John admitted, and then he blushed when Evan grinned. “Seriously.”

“I believe you would, but it’s good that you realize that because it was Rodney, you didn’t even hesitate. You were moving even as it happened. He never would’ve survived that fall.” Evan looked out over the sky. “I really don’t know how you’ve kept yourself out of the sky so much here. I’d be up there every damn day.”

“I learned long ago not to give in to the lure of the sky.”

Evan grinned then. “Now, you don’t have to deny yourself.” He waved his hand to encompass the sky. “It’s your day off, sir. Just keep your radio on so I can contact you if I need you.”

“Not today. I want to check on McKay, but thank you for not being an asshole because I’m a freak.”

“Don’t,” Evan snapped and looked away from him. “Don’t call yourself a freak. I spent most of my time in high school kicking people’s asses who called my baby brother a freak. It’s unacceptable.”

“So is kicking people’s asses,” John returned dryly. “Unless they’re Genii, Wraith, or Wraith worshippers.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve never really been bothered by the word. I heard it a lot in school. I was famous before the first grade, so there was no hiding my status. Kids were profoundly unkind. I learned not to let it or anything else they said or did hurt me.” He pushed against the railing a little. “I heard Bates put out an order to check all the balconies we use. Expand that project to include stair railings, especially the outdoor ones.”

“Yes, sir.”

He left the balcony and headed for the infirmary. The walk through the city helped him get his head in the right place, so he was glad to have skipped the transporter. No one looked hostile, so that was a relief. Everyone on the city was certainly used to him, but some people didn’t like mutants to shove their mutation in their faces and responded badly when it happened.

Rodney was getting ointment rubbed into his shoulder by a nurse when John entered. The infirmary was quiet, and the door to Carson’s office was shut tight.

John glanced around at everyone. “What did you do?”

McKay shook his head. “Nothing.” He glared at the closed office door and then sighed. “She’s young and sort of silly, John. I don’t think she’s one of those people that would experiment on us, but her enthusiasm and curiosity just pisses me the fuck off when it’s directed at.…” Rodney blushed and looked away. “You.”

John leaned against the bed. “You know we’ll be alerted if she tries to do DNA work on me. The security protocols in the DNA lab are your design, after all.”

“Someone will report your mutation back to the SGC,” Rodney said roughly. “I don’t…. I’m sorry, John.”

“No, don’t apologize.” John reached out and touched his arm briefly. “It’s okay. Really. It’s kind of a relief to have it all out in the open.” John waved a hand. “It’s not like it’s ever been a secret that I was a mutant, and my father is the Director of Homeworld Security. He’s already proven he’s an absolute monster when it comes to my protection.”

Rodney chuckled. “No doubt. He made the world see his point of view before everyone else had even bothered to form an opinion. I don’t think there is another man in modern history that has shaped the public opinion of the entire world like that.” He paused and inclined his head. “I honestly don’t know why he didn’t encourage you to show your wings. I bet you looked like one of those cherubs when you were little. All gorgeous green eyes and pretty fluttering ebony wings.”

The nurse rubbing his shoulder choked on laughter when John blushed scarlet. “People would’ve thought him an angel.”

Rodney shot Sheppard a long, assessing look. “He’s no angel.”

John grinned and ran his fingers through his hair. “No, but I had a boyfriend in college who thought I might be a fallen one.”

“That fits,” Rodney agreed.

“Colonel, did you want me to clean your back, check for tears that didn’t heal?” Marie questioned. “You let loose a lot of blood—it’s probably the first time you’ve shifted in such an emergency.”

John gamely pulled off his shirt for Marie and hopped up on the bed beside Rodney. “Not the first time, actually. The first time was the day my parents realized I was a mutant. We were staying in this cabin in Alaska, and I was absolutely fascinated with these eagles that were nesting in this large tree. My parents couldn’t keep me from the window in the second floor of the cabin. One afternoon, I crawled out the window and onto the roof.” He shifted forward a little as Marie started to wipe the blood from his skin. “This feels good.”

She cleared her throat. “Do your wings need to be cleaned?”

John shook his head. “No, they’re nested in my skin right now. Most of the blood that sprayed out came from them—shaking loose the membrane that holds them in my back. You don’t really want to know more than that. It’s pretty disgusting on a biological level.”

“That’s why you have this large black tattoo all over your back?” Marie questioned. “It’s your wings merged into your skin?”


Rodney leaned back so he could look. It was hardly the first time the man had seen the black markings on John’s back. The first time had come after a mission, and he’d asked a sarcastic question about tribal tattoos and drunken nights in Vegas. Then he’d asked if John had considered just covering his whole body in ink.

“So, you climbed out onto the roof?” Rodney prodded.

“Yeah, and then into the tree. I’d just turned three. By the time my parents realized I was missing, I was up in the tree about six stories up and in the eagle nest. They were a mated pair and let me sleep there most of the afternoon with their eggs. My parents called in the National Forest Service because the cops couldn’t figure out how to get me out without hurting the eagles or the eggs themselves.”

“I’d spank your ass,” Marie muttered and blushed when John looked over at his shoulder at her. “I mean…not now, of course.”

John laughed. “Well, they woke me up while they were trying to figure out how to rescue me. I went to the side of the nest to look down, and part of the side of the nest broke away. One of the eagles tried to catch me—they think because he ripped my shirt away, and as I fell…my wings burst from my back. I remember screaming, but it was more shocking than painful. The fireman had put out a net, and they caught me, but I flew for a few seconds.”

“Your parents must have freaked the fuck out,” Rodney muttered.

“Well, my mother did. She was horrified, but my father was just relieved I was alive. There were already hundreds of documented cases of mutants around the world, so he wasn’t concerned that I’d suddenly sprouted wings. I was the right age for a mutation if it was going to happen to me.”

“Your mother was never on TV or in court with your father during the.…” Rodney waved a hand.

“She blamed him for my mutation since all of the mutants that had been identified were male at the time. Everyone thought that the Y chromosome was responsible. It was nearly four years later that they found the first female mutant,” John explained. “She left him when he filed a lawsuit against the government because the Department of Defense demanded they surrender custody of me.”

“She thought you should go to the government.”

“She didn’t want a freak in her home,” John murmured and glanced back at Marie, who had stilled. “It’s okay, Marie.”

“No, it isn’t. She needs help; what a horrible woman, Colonel. I’m very sorry. How any mother could abandon her child and husband during such a time is beyond me.”

“So, it’s just been my dad and me since then. He’s done a lot of dating, but he never came close to marriage while I was still at home.”

“And you haven’t seen your mother since?”

John grimaced. “She came around briefly last year when I was on Earth for the declassification press junket. Dad doesn’t know. I didn’t figure he needed the hassle of her on top of everything else. She’s remarried with two kids—she introduced me to her normal children as if I was some lab experiment. A boy and a girl.”

“Why did she bother?”

“Because one of her grandchildren mutated when she was just six months old. My brother wanted to talk to me about living as a mutant so he could prepare his daughter.”

“Wings?” Marie questioned.

“Gills,” John admitted with a small laugh. “Pretty little girl, though. Her father took it a lot better than our mother ever did. I gave him some contact information, but I made it pretty clear that I didn’t want anything to do with the woman that gave birth to me. I think they both understood.”

“Their names?”

“Kayla and Kevin Phelps,” John rolled his eyes. “Twins, no less. My sister is a doctor, and my brother is an architect. They are two years younger than me, so she didn’t waste any time replacing her husband and child.”

“They sound pretty boring,” Rodney admitted conversationally. “I mean, they’re hardly intergalactic explorers or anything.”

“I thought you wouldn’t agree to a physical exam, Colonel?”

The pointed question brought all three of them to a halt, and they turned to look at Jennifer Keller, who was standing in the doorway of Carson’s office with her arms crossed. Marie cleared her throat. “I was just cleaning off Colonel Sheppard’s back for him, Dr. Keller. He’s not here as a patient—as far as I can tell, his main goal was to flirt with McKay.”

John chuckled and pulled on his t-shirt. “It’s my SOP.”

Rodney shook his head as he watched Sheppard slide off the infirmary bed. “He’s just a tease, that’s all.”

John grinned. “You know better than that, McKay.” He gave Keller a long look and then walked away. At the doors, he turned back to McKay with a tilt of his head and leaned on the doorframe. “I have the new season of Dr. Who.”

“1800 hours?” McKay questioned. “I’ll bring dinner.”

“Sounds good.”

Rodney huffed when John let the doors shut and then looked at Marie. “Can I go now?”

“I think we should scan your shoulder,” Marie admitted and glanced towards Keller. “Dr. Keller?”

Jennifer nodded. “Do you think he tore any muscles?”

“No, but it can’t hurt to check.” Marie lifted her chin stubbornly. “Dr. Beckett let me run the scanner if you don’t have time to do it yourself. I can see that you get the results.”

“I’ll do it.” Jennifer motioned Rodney across the infirmary to the large Ancient scanner. She cleared her throat as Marie walked away. “You know I’d never try to hurt Colonel Sheppard, Rodney. I was just surprised, and I let my shock get the better of me. I’ve participated in sanctioned mutation research for years. It’s why I was chosen for the expedition—why Carson brought me out here because he needed help with the ATA gene and with the Hoffan virus therapy.”

“I’m aware of your work in genetics, Jennifer.” Rodney let himself be put in the scanner without physical protest. “I approved the job offer you received. I am the Chief Scientist on this expedition, after all. I have oversight over your research as a scientist, and I expect you to follow the charter to the letter regarding all your activities on the city.”

She blushed and sighed. “I know you’re upset with me, Rodney, but it would be nice if you gave me a break.”

“It’s against my better judgment to give anyone a break,” Rodney returned evenly. “And you owe Colonel Sheppard an apology, not me.” He said nothing else while the scanner was running and sat up abruptly when it was over. He stared at her for a few seconds and hopped down off the bed. “And for the record, there are absolutely no sanctioned mutant research projects on this city. Period.”

Jennifer blushed. “That’s been made clear to me.” She touched his arm and smiled. “Also, we had plans for dinner tonight, remember? I’m sure Colonel Sheppard will understand when you tell him that you forgot.”

Rodney blinked at her. “Actually, considering the circumstances of the day, I feel like I should spend some time with John.”

“I realize you’re angry with me, but I think we should talk about this.” She moved in closer. “We’re building something good between us, Rodney, and the colonel surely wouldn’t want to interfere with that. He knows you’re not gay.”

Rodney thought that was entirely unlikely since he and John had exchanged more than one hand job in the showers after a mission. He sighed and forced himself to really look at Jennifer Keller. She’d been on the city for six months and the CMO for about three months—since Carson had returned to Earth to take care of his ailing mother. They’d been casually dating for a few weeks, but he hadn’t considered it to be a serious thing and was surprised she thought they were building something. She wasn’t even the only person he was dating since he sort of counted John, even if the Marine in question didn’t think they were dating.

“I’m bisexual, actually,” Rodney said flatly, and her eyes widened with shock. “I’m not really interested in building anything with someone whose go-to response to surprise mutation is unsanctioned human experimentation.”

She huffed. “That’s not what I intended at all. He really does need a physical as if he were on a mission because of what he did.”

“And I don’t?” Rodney questioned. “I was the one injured, Dr. Keller, and you weren’t trying to force me into the infirmary. Moreover, you haven’t asked for a blood panel or anything like it since I came in here.”

Jennifer blushed.

“But I’m not unique around here, right? One in fifty mutants manifests as I have.”

“Colonel Sheppard demonstrated the ability to shapeshift,” Jennifer said. “That is certainly unique and should be studied.”

“He didn’t shapeshift,” Rodney said evenly. “His wings are encased in his back—they merge with his skin. But even if he had, you wouldn’t have the legal or moral right to study him.”

“That’s certainly the prevalent opinion,” Jennifer said. “His father made sure of it.” She crossed her arms. “And now we know why. Patrick Sheppard must have realized immediately that his son was nothing like the other emerging mutants, and he purposefully hid him. I wonder how things would’ve gone if the world had known what he was really hiding.”

“I would hope that his love for his son would’ve still shined through,” Rodney said. “And the world would’ve come to understand that John Sheppard and every other mutant out there deserved to be treated with decency and respect. Otherwise, the outcome would’ve been wretched for everyone.”

She frowned and averted her gaze briefly. “Don’t you understand how much resentment there is to be had for those of us who aren’t gifted? Many feel cheated by it. Don’t we deserve a chance to have it for ourselves? The right kind of research could open up mutations to everyone.”

Rodney took a deep breath because he’d heard that argument before. “Human evolution does not and never has needed the help of science. It is best left to nature.”

“What a stupid thing for a scientist to say,” Jennifer said evenly. “I thought better of you, McKay.”

“I’ve got seventy IQ points on you, Keller,” Rodney returned and watched her mouth drop open. “The fact is that people can’t be trusted with that kind of research, and you’re a prime example of that. You act like some higher power is bestowing mutations on the chosen ones, and that’s ridiculous.

“Evolution tells us that mutations are a fundamental tool in the survival of our species. Interfering in that process would have astronomical consequences that you could not begin to calculate, and I don’t think you care. That’s honestly terrifying. Going forward, your access to the genetics lab is rescinded. If you have a problem with that, feel free to complain to Dr. Weir.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious! Half of my job is working on the Hoffan problem.”

“My decision is final,” Rodney said. “And don’t go near John again. I mean it.”

* * * *

John was coming out of his bathroom dressed in a pair of track pants when Rodney entered. He continued to dry his hair as he watched Rodney set up their dinner trays on a low coffee table in front of John’s couch. “Hey, you look…more irritated than when I left you.”

Rodney sighed. “Keller thought we were building some sort of serious relationship, and she tried to argue with me about mutant research.”

John lifted an eyebrow. “She isn’t the only one. You stopped hanging out with the team so much. You asked her to go to Earth with you for your presentation in front of the UN….” John trailed off and flushed when Rodney frowned at him. “Well, you did.”

“I figured she would look good on my arm, and you were busy.” Rodney crossed his arms over his chest. “Remember? I asked you what you were doing with your leave, and you said that you and your dad were going to Aspen for skiing.”

“Oh.” John blinked in surprise. He’d forced his father onto that trip so he would have an excuse to be on Earth during the presentation in case Rodney got into trouble. He sighed. “So, you’re not serious about her?”

“No. She’s beautiful, so that was interesting for a bit, but her views on mutants and our rights are galling. Plus, she wants kids. I don’t even like kids, and she mentioned on our third date that she’d like to have three.” He paused. “To increase the chances that one of her children would mutate.”

John’s mouth dropped open. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. She was dating me for my genes, John, and that’s not even remotely sexy.”

“You’ve had a vasectomy,” John muttered, and then it was his turn to blush when Rodney lifted an eyebrow at him. “I’ve had your balls in my hand, McKay. I know what one of those scars feels like. I’ve got one myself.”

“Yeah, that’s another thing. She apparently missed the fact that I’m bisexual, and I guess she thought I was leading you on. Regardless, I made it clear that I wasn’t interested in dating her anymore, and I’ve cut off her access to the genetics lab pending a review. I’m sure she’ll complain to Dr. Weir.”

“I’m so much better looking than she is.” John took a t-shirt out of a drawer and pulled it over his head. “Don’t you think?”

Rodney glanced him over. “You know very well what you look like. I’m not feeding your ego anymore today.”

John grinned and settled on the couch next to Rodney and picked up the remote for the TV and the PlayStation. “I set this up before I got in the shower. How is your shoulder?”

“Good. The ointment helped, and Keller did a scan to make sure everything was cool. It was.” Rodney cleared his throat. “I had the vasectomy done when I was in college. It’s not in my SGC records, and Carson never felt the need to add it. He said it was my business.”

“It is your business,” John agreed. “Do you think Keller will be an ongoing problem?”

“I don’t know,” McKay admitted and shrugged. “We have some fundamental differences regarding mutant research, and Elizabeth is a no-holds-barred kind of person on the subject since her sister was killed due to experimentation before it was made illegal in the US.”

“I meant on a personal front.”

“I made it clear we were done,” Rodney admitted and opened his coke. “The thing is, I’m sort of an asshole, and I’m really of the opinion that my life partner should be not an asshole. Jennifer is shaping up to be a real piece of work.”

John snorted and bumped him gently. “Did you really want to take me with you to the UN?”

“Yeah,” Rodney admitted. “But you were going to be with Patrick, and I know you don’t get a lot of time with him. I might not have a father who cares about me, but I understand how close the two of you are. I didn’t want to interfere.”

“We would’ve both gone with you,” John admitted. “We watched you on TV and made sure we were on the SGC’s call list if something happened.” He started the DVD with a sigh and opened his own drink. He really needed to do something about this thing with McKay.

* * * *


John looked up from his tablet and lifted an eyebrow at one of his Marines hovering in the doorway. “Something you need, Sergeant Givens?”

“Yes, sir.” He entered the room completely and let the door shut behind him. “As you know, I work with leather. I have a really nice black piece from the Athosians. I was going to use it for knife sheaths because we go through a lot, and that kind of equipment gets lost sometimes in the shuffle when it comes to the supply runs.”

John nodded. “You do great work, Tom. What’s going on?”

“It seems to me, sir, that you don’t have anything protective to wear if your….” He flushed. “If your wings are out. None of your uniforms are cut to fit you, and you probably can’t do a lot of flying if it’s cold.”

John sat back, surprised. “What did you have in mind?”

“If you’d let me take some measurements—I can make a few pieces that you could put on around the wings. Probably lace down the side like I did for those pants you ordered last year.”

John loved those pants mostly because whenever he wore them Rodney’s eyes bugged out a little. “Yeah, okay.” He glanced around the room. “We’ll need to go somewhere else for the measurements.”

Which is how he found himself in Gym Three with his wings out. Only a few Marines were in there when he and Tom had started, but that had changed quickly. John didn’t mind their curiosity but was relieved when Bates shut and locked the doors to prevent anyone else from coming in.

Tom cleared his throat. “Sir, can you extend them out completely so I can see how the muscle groups move?”

John complied, and several people around the room took deep breaths. He glanced at Evan Lorne, who was leaning against the wall near the door. “Apparently, Major, pilots aren’t the only ones who’d like to have wings.”

Evan grinned. “It’s a pretty righteous gift, sir. You should let me paint you.”

John lifted an eyebrow. “Are you hitting on me, Major?”

“Nah, sir, I like to be the pretty one in my relationships.” Evan grinned when several men in the room laughed. “Besides, I don’t think I can compete with the smartest man in two galaxies.”

“Probably wouldn’t be worth the paperwork,’ John said in amusement, and Lorne scoffed. “Also, the last time I dated an Air Force officer, General Rampart looked at me like I’d committed sedition.”

“You Marines have impossible standards,” Lorne said.

“The Admiral might like to see a painting or something,” John admitted in an effort to avoid dealing with the subject of McKay, which he figured Lorne would bring up again if given room to do so. If his men had ever had their doubts about how he felt about McKay—yesterday had laid those to rest. He took a deep breath and flicked his wings. “Hey, wow, that tickles.”

Tom Givens chuckled. “Sorry, sir.” He stepped back and made a few notes on his notepad. “I need to see how your skin moves when you fly, sir. To prevent bunching and to increase the comfort. Can you make your wings move like you’re flying without lifting off?”

“Yeah, my dad made me practice for years on the ground before he let me in the air for real. I didn’t get to fly without a net under me until I was fifteen, and even then, he required my hard deck to be less than twenty feet.” John took a deep breath. “You’ll have to give me some room. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

He extended his wings and curled his toes against the padded floor as he gave in to the desire to move his wings. He always wanted to shift them around when they were out, and if he were honest, even when they were in his skin.

“You should keep the fit tight,” Lorne offered from the sidelines. “So you don’t mess with his aerodynamics and increase his drag. He’s probably used to flying without a shirt.”

Tom nodded. “Right. Good thought, sir.”

* * * *

“The Marines say you have wings.”

John glanced up from his place on the floor and continued to stretch as Ronon took a place in front of him to do the same. “Yeah, you missed all the excitement.”

“McKay okay?”

“Yep. He strained a muscle, but he’ll be right as rain before the next mission.” John leaned forward to stretch out his back. “Did you have fun on New Athos with Teyla?”

“Yeah,” Ronon said with a little grin. “Music, dancing, and lots of wine—lots of sex. It was a pretty great time. You should’ve come along.”

“I kind of wished I had, at first, but I’m really glad that I stayed here.” John lifted off the floor and took a deep breath. “If I’d come back and found Rodney had fallen…and died.” He shuddered at the thought.

“How come you’ve never shown them before? Everyone is saying it’s a big deal.”

“It was private, and my mutation isn’t like others. I’ve never known anyone else like me,” John admitted. “But I couldn’t let Rodney fall.”

Ronon blew out a dramatic breath. “Well, my father always said that when you tell someone you love them—you should go all in or not bother.”

John blushed. “Ronon.”

The Satedan just laughed and tied off his braids. “Let’s go. Five miles to make up for all the food I ate for the last week.”

* * * *

Rodney rushed out onto the Southeast pier and pushed through a crowd of Marines until he got to Major Evan Lorne and what looked like a modified stationary cannon. “Major Lorne!”

“Hey, McKay,” Lorne said cheerfully. “What’s up?”

“What the hell is this thing?” Rodney demanded.

“It’s sort of an air cannon. The guys in artillery modified it so we could launch soccer balls.”

“At Colonel Sheppard?” Rodney hissed. “What the actual fuck?”

“Hey, relax, Doc. This is just a little PT. He’s never had an opportunity to really….” Lorne trailed off and waved a hand. “Have fun with it. That’s all. He’s out far enough that when he catches them, they are losing velocity. We wouldn’t try to hurt him.” Lorne frowned at him. “Seriously. He’s our CO—that’s like sacred, McKay.”

Rodney frowned at him, then sighed. “Well, have you tried making him chase one? It’s important that you develop his speed and agility as well as his ability to catch.”

Lorne grinned. “See, that’s the spirit.” He turned to one of the Marines. “Franks, let’s load it up and change the trajectory to see what he does.”

* * * *

Rodney was lounging on his balcony when John landed lightly on the railing, his bare toes curling charmingly around the edge for purchase. He frowned at him. “You let your men shoot at you, Colonel.”

John chuckled. “They worked hard on that rig. I made them fire it a few times for me to watch before I consented to try to catch the balls.” He stepped down onto the balcony, his wings shifting delicately in the air behind him as he did so. “Lorne said you got a little bent with him.”

Rodney flushed and set aside his tablet as John walked to his lounger and, without so much as a quirked eyebrow, slid into his lap. His jeans were old, threadbare in places, and his wings were still fluttering in the air behind him.

“You do look like a debauched, fallen angel.” Rodney flushed when John just grinned and settled his weight on his thighs like it was something he did every day. “Are we doing this now? Because I was kind of under the impression that I only got to touch you when we had really fucked up missions and have the showers to ourselves afterward.”

John’s eyes widened briefly. “Is that why you never…fuck…McKay. Teyla’s right. We’re both socially dysfunctional.” He sucked in a breath as Rodney’s hands clamped onto his hips and pulled him in. “That second time, I just figured that was all you wanted because you didn’t let me kiss you. So, after that, I just took what I could get.”

“Of course, I would’ve let you kiss me.” Rodney frowned at him. “You didn’t try.”

“You turned your head, Rodney.” John pressed his forehead against McKay’s. “And then gave me the most perfect hand job ever.”

McKay laughed a little. “Okay, wow. I was a little embarrassed because I came so fast. You just touched me…and you said my name.”

“That was hot,” John admitted. “I thought I would get a chance to take you back to my room and do some filthy things to you, but you bailed as fast as you could.”

Rodney’s fingers trailed up his back but jerked as he encountered his wings. “Is this okay?”

“I can put them away if they bother you.”

“No.” Rodney shook his head. “You don’t have to hide anything from me.” He paused and took a deep breath. “You’re not an asshole.”

“Nah, I’m good people.” John sucked in a deep breath as Rodney’s fingers trailed through the soft downy feathers at the base of his wings—where they emerged from his back. The touch was delicate, intuitive, and insanely arousing. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Rodney questioned.

“God, yes.” John shuddered and tilted his head just a little so he could kiss Rodney’s mouth. The kiss was soft, exploring, and they both pulled away from it sighing.

“Let’s get you out of these jeans,” Rodney murmured as he worked one hand through the buttons. “Commando, Colonel?”

John grinned. “When I was little—I would fly naked. It drove my father crazy.”

“I’m sure you had a sound reason,” Rodney responded and grinned when John shifted off his lap and took off the jeans with the kind of casual grace he’d never master in a million years. He quickly pulled off his t-shirt and shoved his track pants and boxers down and off. John tossed him a small bottle of lube from his jeans pocket, and his dick jerked a little as he caught it. “Jesus.”

“Well, birds don’t wear clothes.” John settled back into McKay’s lap with a little sigh and groaned against McKay’s mouth when Rodney immediately pulled him as close as possible. “You did put the privacy lock on your door, right?”

“Yeah.” Rodney ran his fingers over John’s thighs and cupped his ass. “This okay?”

“God, yes.” John shuddered and wrapped his fingers over the top of the lounger. “How private is this balcony?”

“As far as I can tell, no one has a good view of it,” Rodney responded as he nuzzled John’s neck, sucking on the skin he found there. “You’re probably only fueling my angel sex fantasies if that is your worry.”

John laughed and then groaned in the next instant as he shifted and rubbed the head of his cock against Rodney’s belly. “I want to ride your cock.”

Rodney huffed. “You can’t say shit like that to me and expect me to last more than a minute.” His hands drifted back up John’s back, and Rodney allowed his fingers to dance gently between his shoulder blades where the wings emerged. “Your wings are a little damp. Did you fall in the water?”

“No, I took a shower in the big communal shower off the barracks. It was pretty cool. I’ve never had a shower big enough to do that.” John admitted and reached down between them to wrap his hand around McKay’s cock. “Get me ready.”

McKay flipped open the lube and took a deep breath. “How long has it been for you on this?”

“With a real cock?” John asked, amused. “About three years, but I blame you entirely for that.”

“You have a toy?”

“I have a few,” John admitted as he brushed his lips against the side of Rodney’s neck and started to stroke his cock in an easy rhythm. “I like to plug when I jerk off.” He took a deep breath when McKay pushed one slick finger into his ass and then shivered a little—his wings snapped in the air behind him before he settled against Rodney’s chest with a soft sigh.

Rodney took a deep breath as he pushed a second finger inside, and John buried his face against the side of his neck. “Feel good?”

John nodded and moaned against Rodney’s skin. “Yes, so good.” He rocked back on Rodney’s fingers slowly.

Rodney pressed the lube into John’s free hand as he added a third finger and pushed in deep to hit John’s prostate. “You’re ruining me for the rest of the intelligent life in this universe.”

John chuckled and poured a generous amount of lube into his hands. He pressed a soft kiss against McKay’s mouth and then lifted away so he could watch as he coated Rodney’s cock with lube. “No one deserves you as much as I do anyway.”

Rodney’s eyes widened briefly, and he pulled his fingers from John’s ass. “John.”

“Rodney,” John murmured and leaned in to kiss him again.

Their mouths melded briefly, tongues gliding together gently before he lifted away and hit the button that would lower the lounger’s back. He let it go down just enough to put McKay on an incline, and then he lifted up. The glide of Rodney’s cock into his body was so perfect and surreal that he closed his eyes. His wings spread out behind him—expanding fully and trembling with his pleasure as he settled in Rodney’s lap.

McKay shifted under him and groaned. “Fuck, John.”

John opened his eyes slowly and rocked back on McKay’s dick with a gentle motion. Blue eyes met green, and Sheppard shuddered. “You’re mine, Rodney.”

“Yes,” Rodney agreed as he wrapped one hand around John’s cock to jerk him off.

They fell into a slow, easy rhythm that belied the heat burning off their skin. McKay’s hands clenched on John’s thighs as he lifted his hips. The air swept around them, stirred up by the sweep of John’s wings behind him. “So good,” John whispered, his words slurring with pleasure and relief. “Love this, love you.”

Rodney sat up and wrapped his arms around John’s back just under his wings. He nuzzled against Sheppard’s throat and groaned out his shock and pleasure. “You’re everything to me, John. Everything.”

John curled into him, hitching closer and clenching down on Rodney’s cock as his wings retreated into his back. He shuddered as McKay rolled them on the lounger, pulling out of his ass as they shifted, and put him on his back. McKay was sliding back into him before John had time to voice a complaint. He hitched his legs up to Rodney’s broad shoulders and curled his hands around the edges of the lounger for purchase.

“Fuck me, Rodney.” John lifted up off the lounger and rocked into the thrust of McKay’s body shamelessly. “God, yes, give it to me.”

McKay wrapped his hand around John’s cock and started to jerk him hard and rough. John arched and came with a startled gasp that sent Rodney right over the edge. He emptied into John’s ass with a hard groan and slowly lowered them onto the lounger.

“I think you could kill me with that,” Rodney confessed.

John offered him a smug grin and sighed when Rodney’s rapidly softening cock slipped from his ass. McKay manhandled him until they were curled together on the lounger and pressed his face against the back of John’s neck with a contented sigh.

“Tell me about it.”

John shifted in his arms and glanced out over the horizon. The sun was setting, and the double moons of New Lantea were rising. “It’s like nothing in the human experience and certainly the most freedom I’ve ever known. I developed a hatred for the ground when I was a child because it was nothing at all like the freedom of the sky.”

“Is that why you became a pilot?”

John sighed. “I was worried that one day the wings would disappear, or I’d have an accident, and my mutation would go dormant. It happens, and I was petrified of losing the sky. My father understood and did everything he could to make sure I was safe and that all of my dreams came true.”

“Are you concerned about people knowing?”

“I feel safe here, and I don’t worry too much about the people on Earth, and we have the Mutant Protection Act in the US. There are too many of us that are adults now for normals to risk trying to control us. The fallout would lead to war.” John turned in his arms and met his gaze. “I meant it, you know.”

Rodney rubbed his thumb over John’s bottom lip. “You don’t say things you don’t mean.”

John leaned in and kissed him carefully. “So, we’re doing this.”

“We’ve been doing this badly for a while,” Rodney conceded. “Maybe it’s time we try to do it right.”

“Hmmm, so you’ll stop dating blonde doctors?”

“And you’ll stop flirting with that new guy in geology.”

John grinned. “I didn’t think you’d noticed the guy in geology.”

“I notice everything about you, John.” Rodney cupped the back of his neck and pressed a firm kiss against his mouth. “I love you, too.”

The End

Keira Marcos

In my spare time, I write fanfiction and lead a cult of cock worshippers on the Internet. It's not the usual kind of hobby for a 40ish "domestic engineer" but we live in a modern world and I like fucking with people's expectations.


  1. You win for the Best Valentine’s Day present. Ever.

    *doing an enthusiastic rendition of the geriatric fangirl chairdance of glee*

    The art was stunning. And the story is every bit as good.

    *sighs happily*


  2. That was awesome!! You so totally rocksaw!!

    *bows to you*


  3. That was really beautiful – thank you!

    You know my heart actually started to race when I saw your update notice, I had to laugh at myself for being so excited.

    Something I always like in your fic is the way you give a picture of family dynamics and how that shapes people, you have a real talent for giving characters a back story without it getting belaboured or boring.

  4. I really, really love you right now. This was gorgeous. The only wings!fic I’ve read until now was Mercy of the Fallen by Kat Reitz and Perryvic
    and that gave me an appetite for this kind of story. Now you’ve feed me – I’m happy for the moment.
    Thanks for sharing,

  5. Oh I absolutely loved was seductive, loving, interesting. What beautiful images you paint with words. Thank-you for a lovely read. Now back to read again..and again…and again…

  6. Wow.

    Everything you write, you write well 🙂
    When Kiera does wingfic, she does it in style.

  7. What a fascinating verse. I love the whole having wings mutation. Hell, I’d want them just like Lorne. I really hope that you do visit this again because it just screams series. I know, you already have so many WIP on your plate but one more wouldn’t be so bad – I mean sleeping is really overrated. Thanks so much for all your hard work and for sharing it with us. Barb

  8. Holy Hannah…this was absolutely wonderful! I’m not much into the wing kink, but this story definitely tripped all of the right triggers. Beautifully done.

  9. I LOVE IT!!!
    It’s a shame, you don’t want to visit this universe again, but I can understand, that you’re preoccupied with your other fics. Nonetheless I’m glad, that you shared this piece of art with us. I think your creativity is your kind of very beautiful mutation 🙂
    Hope to see more from you soon (in whatever universe you like – I’ll read them all ^^)

  10. woderful keira,again awed by your imagination and ability to create a whole new world so effectively.
    loved lorne in this,a great mcshep story,a shame there wont be more because the premise is so freaking cool!!

  11. :: Claps hands ::

    This is full of such beautiful imagery. Very nice. Thank you!


  12. Wow I love the manip! I had to refrain from checking all the towers to see if she did a mini Rodney about to fall from one of the balconies xD Ronon’s bluntness strikes again! Too awesome, great story!

  13. Oh, this is so lovely. Thanks for sharing. 🙂

    …angel sex fantasies… *giggle*

  14. Like John and Rodney, this story is made of win.

    Question: if you don’t mean to revisit this universe, why are there so many intriguing threads trailing? 😀 (scatters Keira-bait around the door to the Mutantverse….)

  15. oh oh wow, hot hot hot

    and you so managed to hit a kink, I just adore cute guys with wings.

    love you story, love you for writing it.

  16. Deliciously Weird

    Well this was just lovely. Thank you Keira. I really like how in this fic John’s dad is the good guy and his mom is the bad guy. It’s nice to see them portrayed in the reverse of the normal manner.

    Thanks for no killing off Carson as well. I like my Scotsman live and sexy.

    I don’t really have a wing kink, but this was really sexy.

    • “Thanks for not killing off Carson as well.”

      YES! One of the things I’ve REALLY liked in your stories is that, even if Keller’s there and Carson’s gone, it’s NOT because TWIC killed him off with an EVIL tumor-bomb… He’s gone back to Scotland to take care of his mum, like the total sweetie he is, and not been blown up because the damnfool canon-writers wanted a cheap and easy Angst-maker.

      • I love Carson to death and he so deserved better than being blown up by a freaking tumor bomb. Tons of Alien technology and a tumor bomb is the best thing the writers could come up with? I really hate that they brought him back but then didn’t even have him on the show that much.

  17. Great little treat. Not a big fan of mutant stories, but this is sweet.

  18. Oh wow! John with wings is a sight that i wish i could see. My poor heart. Thanks for this stunning story. Now for the rest please?!

  19. Yay! First one
    It was so goooood! Awesome, I love fics with just a little bit of fantasy involved! And John with wings fits both definitions of fantasy!
    Thank You
    PS please do not leave this fic all alone in its universe……..please

  20. Oh my my my. Well worth waiting for. I was expecting more of the series stories and waiting rather impatiently and then this GIFT. Yes that’s what this is, a gift. It is beautiful and the imagery and the voices just perfect. Thank you so much. Annie

  21. eeeeeeee!!!

  22. EEeeeeeeeeee! ::dolphin noises::

    I love them being retarded with each other but figuring it out in the end.

    Your treatment of Jennifer is fair; she’s too young to not understand that everything isn’t an experiment. Rodney’s well past that — good thing John is there to save him physically and emotionally.

    Good job!

  23. Excellent piece. Loved that they got to be open and flirty in this. Thanks for sharing.

  24. oooh my…. damn that was hot! and beautiful and damn – I want more!

    I love that this John has a wonderful relationship with his dad. I love that he and McKay are already dating even if they weren’t really acknowledging it at first

    and damn I love to read more in this ‘verse

    thanks for sharing

  25. Just beautiful. The image of John with wings, flying to rescue Rodney, wonderful.
    I adore your imagination.

  26. Wowza! Very nice oneshot keira! =D I’ve gotta admit I’ve had thoughts of John with wings before, so I’m very happy that you wrote this story. Thanks for sharing your little “hobby” with us all, and I hope (selfishly) that you continue to enjoy writing these stories.

  27. What a interesting litle peice so may timny thougthful things to paint he world and peoples reactions to the mutations at least hey nipped the X-Men rection in the bud.

    I can’t help winder if they found our waht were causing them to mutate so unexpectedly with them all so different although some were similar.

    Theories would eb al over the place then add in the genetics of the ATA the Alteran Genes to the human genome wasn’t it believed those the therapy worked on were latent ATA, those it didn;t work on fully human. Wonder if all the mutants had the ATA in either active or latent form and the mutation was the hybrds evokving finding their next evolutionary stage not going the Accention way which I alway thought of as a dead end evolution wise.

    Carson’s work might have some him and be a main reason it ws locked.

    Keller was a little freaky a genetic groupie you have to wonder if she’d back of if she found out Rodney was snipped or try to force him to get it fixed.

    Loved the whole marine loving the wings even witht eh black colour which would amke sense as that is his hair colouring, wings have a powerful trend in Earth mythology the whole Angel thing. Loved the cupid coment on waht he must have looked like as a toddler but when you think about it he’s a soldier and Cupids dad was Ares – I’ve seen stoeis where he has Black wings you know the whole ‘Wings of War” or was that ‘Winds of War” I suppose they could bothe be valid comments.


  28. AHHHHHHHHHHHH! this was amazing. You sure you don’t want to write little one-shots every now and then? Can’t wait for your others stories also. So glad you decided to become a writer : )

  29. omg!!! i loved the john/rodney at the end, and with the wings? score! now i think i will have to find some other fics that have john with wings to cure the craving you’ve given me!

    loved it, and eagerly awaiting your next fics,

    Wild Melody

  30. That was great! I always love reading your stories! Angel John is sexy as hell!!!

  31. When I first saw the art of John with wings I thought it was beautiful. Your story is equally beautiful. John and Rodney can no longer hide their love. It was also great how everyone who really knows them accepted John’s wings. I wanted to cheer when Elizabeth told Keller she would send her back to earth. John Sheppard is already a cool CO, the wings just seemed to make him even more so. Just like Ties That Bind and What Might Have Been – Patrick Sheppard loves his son. Bravo Keira!

  32. Lovely way to start my day. I love mutant fics. Sad that you have no plans to continue in this ‘verse, but I’m addicted to too many of your WIP already so I guess it’s a good thing 😉

  33. Really good, enjoyed this.
    Love K.

  34. Loved the story, and the image but picture and mental of john with wings is hot! thanks!!

  35. What great inspiration and a fantastic story!

    I love John with wings and protective Rodney is just a bonus!

  36. I loved this beyond the telling of it. Thanks so much!

    *happy little sigh*

  37. Abso-freakin-lutely loved it! I was going to wait until tonight to read it, but your stories are too good to wait to read. If you decide this story isn’t just a one-off, I wouldn’t be too upset to read other stories in this universe. (BG)

    Thanks – you made my day!

  38. I love it. And if you ever decide to continue that would be great. I love your take on the mutation theme. Can’t wait to read more of the new stuff you have coming.

  39. What a lovely thing waiting for me in my inbox this morning. Thankyou. Great story.

  40. YAY!

  41. Hi!

    Wonderful fic! I loved it.

    “No. I mean—she’s beautiful and brilliant but you know I don’t even like kids and she mentioned on our third date that she’d like to have three.” He paused. “To increase the chances that one of her children would mutate.”
    I like the fact that you made Keller the “bad” person and that she only dated for his genes and I love how your Rodney say things that stays canon but at the same time is your Rodney.

    Love your work

  42. SPN fanfic with Dean/Castiel has flooded the net with both good and bad wing!fic. I was excited when you said you were writing one and your story is wonderful. Nice way to spend my morning. Thank you.

  43. Oh Keira, i love you, more than even if i can.

    I want to care your babies, make love with your fucking braincells lol !!!
    Where are you search those ideas, it’s wonderful.

    Love your Lorne, Bates, love your Marie (Marie in frenh like me rhooo) The plot is amazing, the love story gorgeous and no mckeller (niark niark hate this with passion)

    Seriously, keira don’t ever change.

  44. Okay I really like this world. I would love to see a few more fics from this world.

    Keller sorta dose seam as if she would get caught up in the reseach aspects of John’s mutation.

    So dose this mean that you’ll be updating soon or even adding more new stories to help us all with our addidtion?

  45. This is made of awesome. But now I want to know how they deal with Keller *pouts*

  46. OH, that was just lovely. I do enjoy your writing (warts and all ;-)).

  47. Thanks Keira – just came out of an exam board and checked your page. What a lovely way to end a working day. Love the idea of John as a fallen angel.

    Keep up the glorious writing.


  48. Wingfic! I am now in my happy place. 🙂

  49. OMG, I’m dancing so hard over here. I love what you came up with for the art. John opening his wings and his heart for Rodney. Perfect!

  50. Oh yes. I really, really like this.

    I like that the wings retreat under his skin – other ways of dealing with the issue of hiding fucking WINGS! big enough to carry a person have not been … comfortable-seeming. It seems to me that there must be some quality of extension and retraction in the structure of the bones anyway, for them to fit in his back.

    I like that the Marines play with him and dress him. I like that no one thinks Keller’s response is anything but hideously inappropriate.

    I like the way you wrote the wings into the sex.

    Mmmmm. Nice bunny.

  51. Cute story! Thanks (as always) for sharing your own gift for writing. -Fred

  52. Frickin’ amazing!!!

  53. Wow! I like when you write something new, always make my day and I like the way you capture the essence of the characters. You are without a doubt my favourite fanfic writer.

  54. Oh, I really liked this one. John with wings was perfect. Actually, I seem to live everything you write. Thanks!

  55. Oh this was lovely. Thank you for sharing it. I love Winged!John stories.

  56. Oh, so this…. This is teasing. I’ll be in my bunk for awhile, then I’d really like another update. BTW, thanks for making my migraine ease off. This was better than my prescription.

  57. I loved this and totally understand you saying its just a one shot story. But, I won’t stop secretly wishing that you might some day revisit this version of John and Rodney 🙂

  58. This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing. I can see how the manip could offer such lovely inspiration.

  59. I loved the wings. And the way you did away with Keller 🙂
    And the fact that you are, indeed, writing for us after having had to deal with real life and stuff 🙂

    Thank you! (You DO know that as soon as I see you have an update I start to hyperventilate and flap my hands around, right? Possibly squeak, too :-))

    • I know that I flap my hands around and jump and squeak, loudly. My husband laughs at me when I do it. He also has to listen to me describe the fics back to him. I loved this fic and will secretly hope that you update one day. Maybe once a year around Valentine’s Day?

  60. I hope that there is more to this AU. This rocked and would really love to see more of this.

  61. Whee! New Keira-fic!

    I just got back from a two-month vacation halfway around the world, and I really needed something pretty to help me forget the pain of leaving a lover behind.


  62. What an awesome story. I love how everyone (well, except Keller) came together in caretaking John. There was just so much that was sweet about it.

    I’m thoroughly sad that you have no plans to revisit this universe.

  63. I already read this fic thrice today… I just love the way your characters interact… Specially all the flirting going on between Rodney and John. And the way your marines accept John. And… Well ok, i love the whole fic.
    Thanks a lot for sharing.

  64. wow that was seriously hot.John with wings I was drooling. I understand why this is a stand alone story but it would translate well as a series

  65. You really have a gift to create whole universe in just a few words. John with wings is just perfect and you can totally write more in this universe since it’s all i can think about since this morning when i read it for the first time.


  66. Oh… a very nice surprise to wake up to! I am having Keira!fic withdrawls, so this was a perfect little appitizer before the main course! Can’t wait for when you update Ties that Bind and Sentinels of Atlantis!

    Anways, back to the story… loved the flirting in public and how everyone knew how they felt about each other. I’ve never had to much of a desire to read wing!fics but yours was as usual, excellent! I know you said you really didn’t have any plans to revisit this ‘verse, but if you decide to in the future, i would be one of your many avid readers to squeal in delight!

    Thanks for sharing;-)

  67. You have no idea, how _long_ I’ve been waiting for a scene like this one:

    “He tossed his aside his skateboard as he ran down the pier back towards the city—towards McKay who was for some reason he couldn’t even conceptualize dangling from a goddamned balcony. He pulled his t-shirt over his head just seconds before his wings erupted from his back—blood sprayed like a burst of rain from the sudden emergence. John was in the air in under thirty seconds and caught McKay just as the scientist lost his grip on the ledge.”

    Thank you so much for writing this!

    Thank you also for the picture of little John with his little black wings. 🙂


  68. you sure you don’t want to write more in this world because this is hot!!!

    Of cause this little piece of teasing you are doing does not let me forget up that you need to date Ties that Bind and the Sentinel Atlantis or even Ring of Fire.

  69. WOW

    love this one!!! ^^
    and the pic… just beautiful!!!

    John would look SOO beautiful with black wings!!! *dreaming* ^^


  70. winged John + always awesome McKay = the hottest sex in the universe!!!!

    seriously amazing!!!!!! 🙂

  71. So loverly


  72. XD!!! Squeeeeellll!!!!

    You have made my week!!!!

    Love this universe, so please bring on a few more.
    no one will complain. 😀

    This was adorable 🙂

    Thank you thank you!!!!!

  73. great as always! love john with wings. would love to know more about rodney’s mutantion. keep writing can’t wait for the next fic!!!!!

  74. This was great. The worldbuilding is really cool.

  75. *NICE* Now you are fueling MY angel sex fantasies 😛 Wings that go into his back!?! Super cool idea! I like the world you set up with how the world sees mutants and all that and yay for giving poor John a strong parent who fought the system. And super smoking sex – I love a needy!bottom!John 🙂

  76. When I first started reading SGA fic, so many of the journals and comments talked about wingfic as if every other fic was one. I haven’t found that to be true, but I have read a few.

    This one takes the cake.

    The wings are important, beautifully described, and integrated into the story – but they don’t overwhelm the other aspects. Thanks for taking time during your extra busy time of year.

  77. aww – this is lovely:) I enjoyed it as always:) You’ve written a lovely piece of SGA fanfic:) John with wings is enjoyable – and in true Keira style there are action:P hope for more soonish – and if not – this stands by itself as well:) May your muses be merry (hehe) and active:)

    • btw – on there is among other a ‘wing fic’ rec list – (if you don’t know about the page you should try searching through it- most stories are pretty good) and I think that your story totally belong on it:) Well – otherwise – THANK YOU for posting yet another wonderful story:) hope for update on one of the other stories too:P sooner or later at least:) have fun writing.

  78. Incredible! The way you can paint a picture with words! Wowsers! Love it! Thank you for writing something so beautiful!

  79. Loved the story, it was hot! Fallen Angel indeed, just in time for V. Day : )

  80. so beautiful. It does the picture justice.

    I see that people are calling for a sequel, but I am actually glad you said it is a one shot, because I really don’t want to get obsessive about yet another one of your wonderful stories.

    Happy Valentines Day 🙂

  81. This is absolutely made of win! You ROCK!

  82. That was beautiful. I love how you write both of them, I know you said no more of this ‘verse that makes me a bit sad but I’d rather feel that than not to have read this story. Hopefully, that makes sense 🙂 I love all your work and thanks for sharing it.

    Have a wonderful Valentines day!

  83. Oh I love this. I check every day for updates and was giddy with glee when I saw a new story. This is simply lovely and if I had any money I would pay you to make a series of it. I love your take on mutation and the little insights into John’s childhood, and I wanted to applaud Lorne and the boys letting Sheppard have a little fun, at last. This is a beautiful story.

  84. Love it! have you read a series by sarah douglas it also has winged people, i don’t know what it’s called in america but it was called the axis trilogy in Australia long but a good work of fiction

  85. Ok first this is a wonderful story and there is so many opportunities for an awesome series but as a stand alone it is great. I love that Patrick loves him so much and is so fierce in protecting him. Rodney in this is a great character, Keller is Keller not my favorite character in the show but not that bad and I love how you portray her in your other series. Lorne and the Marines are a riot as always. You my dear are a wonderful writer and we as your fans are so lucky happy Valentines day.

  86. Thank You!!! That was a very wonderful story. I enjoyed it so much. I look forward to all your work. The artwork is just a very welcome added bonus for me.

  87. So squeeworthy!

    The *Phelps* family with a girl with gills made me grin pretty hard.

    Also, Jennifer dating a sterile Rodney for his genes opposed to canon Rodney dating Jennifer (as in: any cute, blond, intelligent female) so that he does not deprive the world of his genes.

    Plus the mental picture of John just so sliding into Rodney’s lap… yum!

  88. WOW. Thank you very much for sharing this beautiful story.
    Everything you write is unique and beautiful. Love John and Rodney in this univers and I hope that you will return to this story someday. I know that you have some WIP, but maybe after you finished one of them? Please?


  89. I always enjoy your work, and this one really hit the spot! It was just perfect! 🙂

  90. It made my day a little brighter and easier. I love it. Thanks.

  91. Wow, this is a great little story. I love the way that it flows. Thank you for a great V-day present.

    Don’t mess with the Sheppard’s they might just eat you should be the warning label with John’s family.

  92. This is made of awesome! I really hope you plan to write more for this someday. I especially loved when Rodney said he couldn’t get serious about Keller because there could only be one asshole in his relationships and he was it.

  93. You know, I used to be moderately eloquent. Then I read you and now all I can do is flail incoherently.

  94. Perfect 🙂

  95. Ohhhh Sweet!! Wings and saving Rodney and mutants and wings and… you posted!!! I hang around your site just waiting to pounce and reread everything again while waiting for new posts. All I can do is squeeee right now and dance about in glee after finding and reading. Thank you very much for an early Valentine gift.

  96. Love Patrick and when he did for John, and what he continues to keep doing…”Homeworld Security” is protecting John even now.
    John still thinking he is a ‘freak’ because that is what his Mother called him when he was three years old.
    Rodney to John : “you beautiful idiot.” Lovely line, typical of McKay. A compliment followed by an insult.

  97. Dear lady Keira,

    I was like those people lost in the sand of time , waiting for one of your stories to alliviate my thirst.

    This John with wings stories is very pleasing. I know you work hard to give us your stories, and I thank you. So I will not ask for another ” angel ” story, even if it would be nice ( sigh).

    Again , thank you for this story.

    Your french friend, Lise.

  98. This is beautiful. So beautiful that I will generously forgive you for the fact that I’ll be desperately scouring the interweb for winged!John fic for weeks now, certain that none of it will be as good as yours.

    Excellent as always!

  99. Very nice. Go Mutants! Thanks.

  100. You are one AMAZING writer! Thank you for sharing your stories!

  101. I can’t remember if I commented yet but I was saving this for my iTouch and decided to be sure.

    I really have to learn to trust you better, I’m thinking wings, What The Heck? This was great though and the art is fantastic!

    Thanks as always for sharing your stories with us.

  102. You wrote Wingfic! And absolutely gorgeous wingfic. If I was of a mind to be verbally dramatic I’d say I passed out and revived just to re-read it. Thank you. Thank you so much for writing this story. I adore it and treasure it. Carson’s not dead. John has Wings. And it’s McShep. The moment where Rodney caught them shooting the soccerballs was priceless. Should you ever continue this or write wingfic again I will quite simply be even more ecstatic than I am in this moment.

    And on a sidenote I found these k/s stories: –Kirk and Spock’s guardian angels play matchmaker. –A well done Au universe where Kirk participates in a religous ritual on Vulcan and, well, it’s a get together story. –Spock from TOS plays matchmaker between Kirk and Spock in the nu-verse. –After his rebirth Spock has still not remembered the most important thing. It’s time he does. –A Tarsus IV story. Kirk visits the planet that shaped him and Spock follows. Together they revisit the past and find their place in the present and the future.

  103. *crying orgasm* Beautiful, erotic, satisfying.

  104. That was just amazing! 🙂 Very X-Men, I loved it! You are truly the best ever. 😀 As always, thank you for sharing your gift with the rest of us.

  105. I was all excited to see that you had updated. Your work is wonderful and this is no exception.
    This ROCKS! Wingfic!
    Thank you for sharing.

  106. Yay! Keira fic! Wing!fic! McShep!

    What’s not to love 😉

  107. I’ve read (and enjoyed) a lot of wingfic, but this is the first time I’ve seen anybody detail the civil rights aspect of it. Interesting approach. I really liked it.

  108. Hon,
    Love the story!!!
    You ROCK!!!

  109. Everyone else has said it all. All I can say is this: “You are a master of your craft, others can only reach you not surpas you.”

  110. Wonderful story. Loved everything about it, there is too much to single out anything. One off or something you decide to visit later, it was terrific.

  111. This story was absolutely brilliant. I’ve been a huge McShep fan for ages now, but I’ve never come across your stories before. Someone on my Yahoo Group recommended them, thank God. Following the link was the best decision that I’ve made today. Thanks for sharing your talent with me. I’ll definitely be looking at your other stories soon.


  112. This was fantastic. I love the thought of John with wings. The story and the art were truly beautiful.


  113. Loved this fic! I adore how in each of your stories you make everyone kinda new and unique. Like with this one John never had a falling out with his father and it seems to have made him a little more laid back and maybe a little more friendly than in your other fics. I was sad to read that you wouldnt be doing any more for this world. If you ever change your mind that would be awesome, but you keep me and everyone else plenty happy with all the wonderful things you write. I had a question: What does John’s tattoo look like? In the story its described as big and black. Is it natural or did John get it done?

  114. Yay! Wing!fic. There can never be enough wing!fic, especially when it includes yummy hot McShep.

  115. I really love how slowly John and Rodney get together – that they’ve been dacning around each other for weeks, months even, and that it takes a series of small nudges instead of one big event to make them finally get together. And how everyone adores John only more, now they know what his mutation is about; how the marines play with and worship him, that’s adorable. This story is awesome.
    Also? To be honest, I was guiltly pleased how badly Keller got off in this story. She acted like a bitch – in a reasonable way; it’s believable. I really like that. (Though it was kind of mean of Rodney to continue to date her when he had no serious intentions. Doesn’t make her less of a bitch, but if he knew by the 3rd date that she wasn’t for him, he should’ve stopped.)

  116. Wings. Retractable wings! The awesomeness that is John Sheppard does not need icing, but this is decoratively done (and probably tastes delicious).

    Aside from John and Rodney, Evan and Elizabeth really stand out in this story. Evan got some incredible dialog. Elizabeth is very aggressive in John’s defense – no wishy, washy, and no negotiation. Made me wonder how different (and why) from the standard Elizabeth.

    With the projects you have listed here, you have more than enough to keep you busy for a very long time. But. If the plot bunnies and or muses drag you back this way someday, I’d welcome them (and cheer them on).

  117. i just wanted do say that i just watched X-men origins and obviously they stole from you. you should sue them *ggg*

    no realy when i saw that scene i thought one of the scriptauthors must be a keira marcos fan. and he klearly saw what all of us have known a long time.
    you r awesom and your fics too

  118. I’m just dying. *Q* Everything you write amazes me beyond words. Thank you for even more beautiful, beautiful work! ♥

  119. My favourite fic to read when I need a pick-me-up after a crap day. Thanks for sharing a wonderful story.

  120. I wanna meet new guy in geology

  121. I loved this the first time I read this. And I don’t know why, but I just reread it and suddenly my brain went *DING* VEELA!!!!! LOL I read this about a year ago, and then started reading Harry Potter fics… I have to think that reading this first made it easier for my brain to go ohhhhh male Veela with wings. OK. 😀 Now my head cannons are having all KINDS of crazy fun mashups. LOL

    Anyway, enough of my rambling. Another story of yours I love. As if that is a surprise. 😀

  122. This story is amazing. An really, really sweet. 🙂 ♡♡♡

  123. Re reading SGA!
    Love it. A lot.

  124. Love!

  125. greywolfthewanderer

    aww, yeahh, there we go! and thank you again — RL is being unpleasantly authentic, and the mental comfort food is a lifesaver!

  126. Every time I read this, I squee about John’s toes curling over the railing….

  127. Loved it, thank you.

  128. I love this edit. It was so good before but you expanded it and showed the real evil of Keller. I’m so looking forward to the next installment on Rough Trade. KUDOS!

  129. I already loved this story and now there is even more! And a sequel coming up! So excited for that! Thank you so much for continuing to share your awesome stories with us!

  130. danceswithgary

    Love this updated version!

  131. I love the subtle additions to this story. Making Keller even more of an asshole is a win.

  132. I had forgotten this story, to be honest. Love the updated version.

  133. oh wow I loved the additions and the way you seamlessly fleshed out the Keller issues on body autonomy and the other delicate changes fit perfectly with the sequel. <3 love it! still my very fave one-shot.

  134. This was so good. I always love to find stories I didn’t realize were missing from my life.

  135. I have to confess, I read this story before, but didn’t remember it at all. Still, when I saw it was WINGFIC, I decided to reread anyway, and I REALLY liked it! I seriously doubt I’ll be forgetting it again. Must be the expansion? 😀

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