Disclaimer: All characters of StarGate and StarGate Atlantis belong to their respective writers and MGM. This is a work of fan fiction. I just want to play with them for awhile.

Some of this story is told from Sheppard's point of view.

Missing

Copyright 2009 awakethepassion

“What the hell are you doing?” Finished putting on her makeup, Susan turned away from the mirror and gave him an odd look.

“Setting up a camera.” He fiddled with the tripod again until he was satisfied that he had it just where he wanted it. Then he turned and held out his hand to her. “Come on.”

“Why?” She eyed the camera like it was a snake.

“Because I want something of the two of us.”

“Oh, no. You are not taking my picture with that thing.” She shook her head.

“Why not?”

She looked down at herself and then back up at him. “I'm not exactly very picture worthy. And besides, I'm sure that little camera doesn't have a wide angle lense big enough for me.”

“That's not funny.” His expression darkened. Taking her hands in his, he pulled her up off the chair and into his arms. “And there is not a god damned thing wrong with these curves.”

He ran his hands over her, gently touching...lightly squeezing until she melted against him. “You're beautiful Susan...every delicious inch of you.” He chuckled as he ran his hands over her back. He cupped her ass, pulling her against him so that she could feel how hard he was for her. “And I don't ever want you to talk about yourself like that again.”

“John, I just-”

He shook his head. “Doesn't matter. I don't like it when you talk like that and I'm not going to let you do it anymore.” His arms tightened around her. “You're going to stop it and stop it now.”

“Or what?” She leaned back so that she could see his face. No one had ever held her or loved her like this before, especially someone like John Sheppard.

“I'll have to punish you...” He pressed his forehead against hers and tightened his grip, the fingers of one hand digging into her. “And it won't be just a spanking this time.”

“Sounds like a challenge.” She licked her lips and slid her hands over him. “You know I'm going to buck every time you try to order me around.”

“Okay with me.” He laughed softly. “Because you've got a fine saddle and you know how much I love a hard ride.”

He ran his tongue over her mouth, pushing into her he kissed her hard. Then he let her go and reached up to gently cup her face in his hands. “Now, come on. This is just a simple picture but tonight...tonight I'll show you how beautiful you really are.”

John yawned and rolled over on his side. He was so tired. After last night...a slight smile teased his lips at the thought of way she felt when he was inside of her. She was so right for him. Of all the women he'd ever been with it still amazed him that this one could stir him up and make his blood boil with lust. God, she had a way of just driving him completely crazy and he loved every second of it. Lazily, he reached for her and she slid willingly into his arms.

“Good morning.” He sighed and without even opening his eyes, pressed his mouth over hers. Hungrily, he snaked his tongue into her mouth and then stopped.

Something wasn't right. The taste of her was wrong, the feel of her thigh under his hand was sleek, the curve of her ass nearly flat. The breasts pressed against his chest, were small and he could practically cover them with the palm of his hand.

Gone were the curves of the voluptous woman that shared his bed and his love. This definitely was not his Susan.

He opened his eyes. White blond hair spilled across his pillow and bright blue orbs stared back into his.

Shit! What the fu-?

“Good morning, John.” Sharon purred softly. She reached up to brush her fingers over his face, trailing down to rake her nails through the hairs on his chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He sat up, grabbing her hand before she could go any lower. “How the hell did you get in here?”

“Rodney McKay's not the only one that knows a thing or two about getting a door open.” She smirked. “I'm very good at getting past a lock. Especially when its something that I really want.”

“Where's Susan?”

“Susan who?” Sharon gave him a hungry look that made his stomach turn.

His fingers tightened on her wrist. “I'm only going to ask you one more time. Where. Is. Susan?”

“I don't know.” She slid toward him, reaching out to run her hand over his thigh, her fingers sneaking up to gently fondle him.

“Bitch.” He shoved her away from him, nearly knocking her off of the side of the bed. He climbed out from under the sheets and walked angrily to where she had left her clothes on the couch. Grabbing them up he tossed them at her. “Get your ass dressed and get the god damn hell out of my...our-” He pointed a finger at the picture on the bedside table. The picture where he held his Susan tightly in his arms.

Sharon stared at him, her blue eyes wide. She licked her lips at the sight of him standing there naked and furious. She was breathing heavily, her small breasts rising and falling with every breath. She wanted him, he could see it burning in her eyes but just the thought that she had touched him made him sick.

Even worse, he had kissed her..felt her. God, his hand felt like it was burning and he had the sudden urge to race to the bathroom and scrub the feeling of her off of his skin. He grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around his waist.

“John...” She edged toward him. “You don't mean it-come back to bed. I can make you happier...do things that she won't.”

He took a menacing step toward her. “Don't make me tell you again.”

She had the nerve to laugh. “Big bad, John Sheppard.” She slid to the end of the bed, spreading her thighs so that he got a good view of her smooth skin. “Is this how you make her want you so badly?”

“Shut up.” He growled.

“Not until you give me what I want.” Slowly, she got up from the bed, leaving her clothes behind her. She came toward him every move making her look like a cat on the prowl.

“What makes you think you've even got anything that I would want.” He didn't move.

Cupping her small breasts in her hands, she rubbed her fingers over her nipples until they beaded into hard points. She pressed against him, rubbing her hands over him.

“Don't touch me.” He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she fell, sprawling on the floor in a heap.

She brushed the hair out of her face and glared up at him angrily. “You shouldn't have done that, John.”

“And you shouldn't have snuck into our quarters...” He grabbed her arm and she squealed as he hauled her up off the floor. “And you damn sure shouldn't have put yourself in our bed.”

Her eyes went wide when he wrapped his fingers around her throat. “But your biggest mistake was messing with my woman.” His fingers tightened. “I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me where Susan is or-”

“Or what?” She spat at him.

“Or I'll beat it out of you.” He dug his nails into her. “So quit wasting my god damn time and tell me where she is.”

“I told you...” She gasped and she reached up to grasp his wrist. “I don't know.”

“Liar. I can see it in your face.” His eyes narrowed angrily. He wanted nothing more than to choke the shit out of her but he knew he couldn't. And it made him madder than hell.

“You son of a bitch.” She said it softly but he heard every word. “You used me. Did you think that I would let you get away with that?”

Cold.

She was so damned cold and her head hurt like hell. Susan shivered and rolled over on her side, pulling her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find at least a little bit of warmth.

God, where was she?

She slowed her breath, straining her ears to try and listen. At first there was nothing and then faintly she heard something soft, like the gentle hiss of rain falling. She reached out a hand and her fingers brushed over something cold, hard and smooth.

“Good. You're awake.”

She cried out when a rough hand gripped her wrist and jerked her over on her back. She threw her arm up over her eyes when a bright light was suddenly thrust into her face.

“No time for napping now.” A booted foot pushed against her leg. “Get up.”

“What-”

“I said, get up.” The foot kicked against her harder and she hissed at the pain that shot through her leg.

Slowly, she sat up. Pain lanced through her but she bit her lip and managed to push herself up off the floor. The light lowered, casting the tiny space and the face of the man in front of her into shadows.

She blinked, trying to adjust her sight to the dimness. Slowly, she started to make out some details but not much. She suddenly felt sick and wiped her hand over her mouth. “Who are you?”

“Stupid question.” He raised the light slightly and Susan fell back against the wall.

“Jake.” Her hands balled into fists and she forgot the pain as a wave of white hot anger rushed through her. She took a step toward him and stopped when he raised a gun and pointed at her.

“Wouldn't do that if I were you.” He smiled coldly. A muscle ticked in his jaw.

“Or what?” She sneered. “You'll shoot me? Now you're the one being stupid.”

“Shut up.”

She heard the click of the pistol and she didn't dare move. She forced herself to be calm. Jake wouldn't think twice about using that thing on her once he took what he wanted. She just had to find a way to make sure he didn't get it.

“Put it down, Jake.”

“Scared?” His lips twisted into a nasty grin. “You should be because once I'm through with you not even Sheppard is gonna want you anymore.”

“Touch me and I'll kill you.”

“Don't you mean, Sheppard will kill me?” He rolled his eyes. “Please.” A sly grin crossed his face. “I'm not worried about him. Your good friend Sharon is taking care of that bastard right now.”

A chill ran down her spine. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Think about it, Doc.” He took a step toward her and she tried to edge away from him but there was nowhere to go. He reached out his free hand and ran his fingers over her breast. “She's in your bed...with your lover. And if I know Sheppard he's screwing the hell out of her right now.”

“Then you don't know John Sheppard. He's not that hard up.” She snarled and slapped at his hand but he only laughed and reached for her again.

“He was for you.”

Susan hit him hard, knocking the flashlight out of his hand. It rolled across the floor and she dived for it. He kicked at her and she felt his foot graze across her belly but she rolled to the side and missed the force of his blow. She hit the floor hard but managed to wrap her fingers around the handle of the flashlight.

Holding tight, she brought it up in an arc, hitting him under the chin. He grunted and fell back against the wall. Susan scrambled to her feet and darted past him.

Out in the hallway she flicked off the light and suddenly everything was cast in into a murky darkness. She could hear him scrambling around and the sound put speed to her feet. She was blind and had no idea where she was headed but she didn't dare stick around and wait for him to catch her.