Inhuman Chapter 1: Part One, a stargate: atlantis fanfic

Author's Notes: The first topic I'd like to address is; rape is a serious event and should never be taken lightly. I deeply apologize if my story offends anyone, it was not my intention. I have never had any of the events in this story happen to myself or anyone I know, so I'm not too familiar with some of the subjects in my story. That's the great thing about Science Fictions though, anything could happen! I also do not wish for any of the events in my story to truly happen to any living creature, especially our beloved character John Sheppard. Loves him! Hugs him! Would never want anything bad to happen to him! I'll finish off these author's notes with; this is the first story I've ever posted, due to encouragement from a good friend of mine, so please be kind if you decide to review! Oh, and I'm praying that you don't think of me as some sick and twisted psycho after you get done reading this story. I'm actually a very kind and heart-warming person once you get to know me! LOL!

I sadly do not have a Beta Reader, so all mistakes are my own!

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or any of it's characters!

Inhuman Part One
Author: Maggie K. M.
Characters: Aiden Ford, Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Zelenka
Pairings: Sheppard/Weir
Genres: General, Action & Adventure, Angst, Drama, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating: M
Warnings: Abuse, Language, Rape, Torture, Violence
Summary: Sheppard enters the event horizon after giving Elizabeth his usual boyish smile. She smiles back, not knowing that may be the last time she will see him smile.

Chapter One "The Last Smile"

"Hey, Teyla, wait up!" Major Sheppard shouted, trying to catch up with her on the way to the gate room. They are about to embark on a mission to a planet that is sending off a distress signal. Dr. Rodney McKay can't get any one or any thing to answer from the mysterious planet even though they have an active stargate, nor can they get any life signs or visual conformation from the mount.

"Major, where have you been? Lt. Ford was just about to... how does Aiden put it... track you down," expressed Teyla with one eyebrow raised and a slight grin on her face. Sheppard smiled in response, amused at how quickly Teyla was picking up on earth phrases.

Ford leaned over and put his hand on Sheppard's shoulder as if he were going to whisper, "It's true, Sir. Rodney's never ending pretentious nagging about wanting to find out whom or what sent that distress signal is really starting to get on my nerves." Just then, at that very moment, Rodney came out of nowhere to join them.

"So, did I miss the briefing? No..., good let's go then. Time is of the essence people," exclaimed Rodney who was anxious to get to the planet. Ford cleared his throat while Sheppard and Teyla merely smiled in amusement.

They went down the main steps entering the gate room, where the team met up with Dr. Elizabeth Weir. "Major, I trust that I don't have to remind you and your team to be careful."

"Oh, come now Elizabeth! Where's the fun in that?" said Sheppard, giving his boyish smile. Elizabeth merely cocked her head slightly and smiled back.

The gate was activated and the team entered the event horizon, but just before John walked through the gate he turned to look at Elizabeth to give his usual crooked smile, and then he was gone. Elizabeth had no idea that may have been the last time she'd see John smile.

Chapter Two "A Child Like Fear"

Hours later, an unexpected off world gate activation occurred. The IDC code that was coming through was pretty scrambled, but Elizabeth recognized it right away as Major Sheppard's. She ordered the deactivation of the shield, but something in the pit of her stomach was telling her that something was very wrong. With her heart racing, she quickly signaled to one of the staff members to inform the medical team that they were needed in the gate room.

The mere seconds of waiting for John and his team to come through the gate felt like several minutes. Elizabeth felt extremely on edge. Then suddenly, John came charging out of the event horizon of the stargate franticly yelling, "Activate the shield...activate the shield...!" Elizabeth didn't hesitate, and ordered the reactivation of the shield followed by the deactivation of the gate.

John didn't stop, but kept running straight up the main steps and then crouched down on the floor. Pushing himself as far up against the wall as he could with his P90 aimed at the gate. He kept pulling the trigger but all that came out of his weapon was a clicking noise, signaling that it was out of ammunition.

Elizabeth ran to him and knelt down by his side, but hesitated to reach out to him after seeing the fear on his face. He looked like a scared little boy that just witnessed something so horrible it was unimaginable. He just kept ranting on about how the shield needed to be activated. She looked around and saw Dr. Carson Beckett running towards them. She raised her hand at him to caution him about his approach. She then slowly lowered her hand and placed it on the weapon John was holding, and then placed her other hand on his hand that was pulling the trigger continuously. She tried to pry the weapon from him his tight grasp, but he would not let go. She could easily notice and feel through his hand that he was trembling severely as if the temperature of the room was below freezing. Carson knelt beside her and started getting a sedative ready in a syringe.

Elizabeth's kind and passionate instincts kicked in, "John, can you hear me," but he didn't respond. "It's okay. You're safe now, and everything is going to be all right. No one is going to hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you." John still did not respond. It was like his mind was somewhere else. "John, listen to my voice. It's Elizabeth. Can you hear me? John?" He turned and looked at her. "Good, that's good John. It's okay… you're safe now." He released his grip on his weapon, so she took this as an opportunity and slowly took the weapon from him and passed it to one of Carson's assistants. She then placed one hand on John's shoulder and the other on his knee. He tried to pull away, but he couldn't push himself any further against the wall than he already had. She noticed it caused him to shake even more, so she tried to continue talking to him to calm him down. She wanted to hold him in a strong embracing hug to let him know that he was safe, but she was afraid that if she rushes toward that to quickly it would make things worse since he was clearly terrified of physical contact.

Carson started to inch toward him with a syringe that was filled with a sedative, and John started to shake even more. Elizabeth raised her hand to caution Carson to wait a little longer before he should attempt anything like that. She began looking John over a little more closely while she inched herself further at his side. His shaking remand the same. She started noticing his injuries more attentively, and was disturbed to see how badly he was beaten. He had cuts and abrasions all over his body, and then she noticed the worst. One of his hands was covered in blood and cupped over one of his sides under his rib cage. She could clearly tell that he had lost a great deal of blood, even his lips had a slight blue tint to them. She looked at Carson and he looked back at her, acknowledging that he was aware of the extent of the Major's injuries. They both exchanged a worried expression.

Carson inched in a little further and whispered to Elizabeth, "He needs immediate medical attention, try and calm him down enough to where I can get him sedated."

"I'm working on it, Carson. Just give me a little longer… I'm afraid rushing it will make things worse," she whispered calmly.

"I'm inclined to agree, lass. Do yer best to calm him… I won't get any closer until ye think he's ready," whispered Carson as he leaned back to his earlier position.

Elizabeth inched in even closer to John noticing that he was still trembling and that his eyes where now shut. "John, it's okay. Everything is going to be all right. You're safe now… can you open your eyes for me?" He slowly opened his eyes and she was now close enough to slide her hand to his forehead to gently stroke his disheveled hair back. He jerked away at first, but then allowed her to continue. She noticed his tremors were slowing down a little, so she started to inch the hand that was on his knee toward the severe wound on his side. She immediately felt him tense up. "It's okay. I just need to check your wounds. Just relax for me…" she cooed, and slowly continued inching her hand in the direction of his wound located in his midsection. He began to tremble severely and tense up so she stopped and went back to gently stroking his hair back and comforting him as best she could. "It's okay… we can check on it later, all right? Just relax, John. Everything is going to be fine. You're safe now." His tremors remained but decreased in severity. They all just kind of sat there for a moment while everyone else kept their distance.

Chapter Three "Too Much Pain To Bear"

Elizabeth started to wonder what could have possibly happened to make him so terrified of physical contact. She knows he's been trained to handle the strain of being interrogated through his military career, and it was definitely obvious that he had been beaten. She wanted to ask John where the rest of his team was, but was afraid of what he might say or how he might react. Thoughts and ideas crossed her mind that disturbed her. She then started to notice his tremors where increasing again, and signaled Carson to go ahead and get closer so he could sedate John before it got any worse. Luckily, Elizabeth had calmed him down enough that Carson's approach didn't phase John too much. Carson slowly and carefully gave him a shot in his leg. John stirred a little but was already pretty drowsy from all the strain he had endured. He was still trembling, but more relaxed. Only then was Carson able to start tending to his patients needs. In the meantime, Elizabeth remained where she was to continue giving what comfort she could. "It's okay, John. We just need to check you out to make sure you're okay."

Carson eased John's hand up off his wound, causing him to wince in pain. John incoherently grabbed Elizabeth's hand, and she squeezed back to assure him that it was going to be okay. Carson wished he didn't have to, but he had to put pressure on the wound and get a closer look. John was so exhausted he couldn't hold in the pain, "Oh, God! That hurts.…."

Elizabeth held him tighter feeling that his tremors were increasing in severity again, "Shhh… It's okay." He was starting to lose consciousness.

"Elizabeth, ye need to do yer best to keep him awake until we can get him to the infirmary," Carson told her with sincerity.

Elizabeth was starting to shake a bit too after hearing the worry and concern in Carson's voice, "John, it's okay, but I need you to stay awake. Just hang in there." She could tell by the look on Carson's face that John's condition was not good.

Elizabeth then overheard Carson mumble to himself, "My God, son! What have ye done to yerself this time?" She couldn't help but notice how frantic Carson was acting as he was trying to stop the obsessive bleeding. Carson then made eye contact with Elizabeth and they exchanged unsettling looks. He then grabbed a pair of scissors and made a larger opening in John's vest so he could get to his wound better. He started applying pressure once again, trying his hardest to get the bleeding to stop.

"Oh, God!...Please stop...It hurts...Elizabeth...," he cried out in pain again while his eyes started to roll back.

"Stay with me, John. I need you to fight it. I know you're tired, but I need you to fight it and stay awake. Come on now, try and keep your eyes focused on me. John, can you hear me?" He opened his almost closed eyes a little wider to a slant and tried very hard to keep his focus on her while he cried out again.

Carson leaned forward putting himself face to face with John, "John… listen to me, lad. I know ye're tired and I know ye're in a great deal of pain, but I need ye to hang in there," John's eyes were starting to close. "John, please! I'm yer friend and I'm not goin' to let ye down, but I need yer help."

John's eyes were slanted, his skin was pale, and his slightly blue lips were quivering. "I'mmmm soooo tireddd," John said shivering. Having those be the first casual words Elizabeth had herd John say since she'd last seen him made her eyes water. Yet she was so happy just to finally hear his voice, and she held him even tighter.

"It's okay, lad," Carson spoke softly with his Scottish accent really coming through. "I just need to get ye patched up a bit before we can get ye to the infirmary, so try and hang in there a bit longer for me, okay?" Carson added, looking into John's hazy eyes. John didn't speak, but gave a slight nod as he quivered out a long exhausting breath. Carson immediately grabbed a dark gray medical blanket from the stretcher next to them and handed it over to Elizabeth. "Try and keep him warm and comfortable, lass," Carson told her and she nodded in acknowledgement.

She was so nervous that she didn't realize how hard she was tucking the blanket around him until he suddenly winced out in pain. "Oh..., I'm so sorry, John! Are you all right?" He just shivered and tried to keep his eyes focused on Elizabeth's face. She continued talking to him to try and keep him occupied and calm, while also paying attention to Carson prepare some bandages. He then began working on his wounds again, and Elizabeth took it as a sign to put all her concentration on John's well being.

Elizabeth noticed John was starting to squirm from the pain. He couldn't help but yell out when Carson had to put more pressure on his wound while he was putting some temporary bandages on it, "Oh, God! Please, Elizabeth, it hurts. I'm begging you, please make him stop... It hurts! Ah...God...!" His eyes rolled back and his body went limp in her arms.

"No! John, No! Stay with me… Carson!" She frantically called out with her eyes still fixed on his lifeless form.

Chapter Four "Extent Of Injuries, Unthinkable"

Carson was quick to react, checking John's vitals. "He's not breathin', and I don't have a pulse," he said sternly while he signaled one of his medical assistants to come help. Elizabeth could actually feel herself holding her breath while she watched Carson spring into action. He grabbed John by the legs and quickly but carefully slid him down into a supine position while Elizabeth supported his head. Carson instructed her to lay him flat on the ground with his head tilted back. The medical assistant then stepped in, placing a breathing instrument over John's nose and mouth and manually squeezing the pump repetitively. Carson proceeded by pumping on John's chest while he was waiting for the portable defibrillator to charge up. He suddenly became well aware that several of John's ribs were broken. He cringed at the crackling he was feeling beneath his palms as he repeatedly continued to pound on John's chest.

Elizabeth felt helpless as she continued to stroke John's hair back off his forehead and using her other hand to support the back of his neck. She wished there was more she could do to help, but she was glad knowing that Carson was there. He is the most skilled physician she has ever known and has become a good friend to John. If anyone can help the Major, it would be him.

"All right, John. Hang in there," said Carson as he unzipped John's vest and ripped his shirt to reveal his severely bruised chest. He was both upset and angered at the extent of his injuries. He glanced up at Elizabeth, "My, God. I don't see how the Major could have stood on his own, let alone run up these steps in the condition he's in. I can't even fathom how so much damage...Elizabeth, it's unthinkable." Elizabeth was fighting back the tears that were trying to stream down her face, causing Carson to turn away to hide the watering in his own eyes. Just then, the portable defibrillator beeped to full charge. He grabbed the two defibrillator paddles and told everyone to stay clear. Elizabeth broke her physical contact with John and watched Carson place both paddles on his chest, giving his body a sudden jolt. He bent over further to check his vitals again but shook his head in disappointment, "Damit, John. Ye're not getting' out of this that easily. Come on, lad... help me out here." He placed the paddles on his chest again, "Clear...," and his body received another jolt. He checked his vitals once again and let out a long breath, "I've got a pulse…" he announced with a sigh, "His breathin' is unsteady, but he is breathin' and his heart rate is steady." Elizabeth placed her hand back on his forehead and held his hand. He felt so cold and his tremors had returned along with his tension. She noticed his eyes were slowly opening and that his breathing rate had increased.

"John, can you here me? It's okay," she felt his hand give a slight squeeze. "Carson," she called out placing her hand on the side of John's face. It caused his muscles to tense up even more but she felt that she needed to comfort him, so she started stroking his hair back away from his forehead.

Carson leaned forward, "Ye did great, lad. Ye're goin' to be all right. Just hang in there a bit longer, we're goin' to be gettin' ye into the infirmary. Ye gave me a real scare there for a minute, but ye're goin' to be okay." He opened one of John's eyes a little wider and tried to look into it with his penlight, but he jerked away. "It's okay, John. I'm not goin' to hurt ye. I'm yer friend, Beckett, remember?" Carson said as he gave John a friendly look to let him know that it was okay. Elizabeth started stroking John's hair above his forehead again to try and calm him, and it was working until Carson tried to look in his eyes again with the penlight. "That's okay, John. We can try that again later when ye're ready," he said with a friendly tone to try and calm him back down. He patted John on the shoulder and noticed the severity of his tremors. He shot Elizabeth a worried look. He has confidence that he'll be able to heel his friend's physical wounds, but his emotional wounds might be another problem. Especially since Doctor Kate Heightmeijer was killed, leaving no qualified psychiatrists on Atlantis. The closest they had to a psychiatrist would be himself and Elizabeth. Carson spoke softly, "John, can ye tell me what happened?" John didn't verbally respond, but his tremors slightly increased. "Can ye tell me what happened to McKay, Ford, and Teyla?" As soon as Carson had mentioned their names, John's tremors became extremely intense and his breathing rapid. "He's goin' into shock!" Carson exclaimed. He got up close to John's face and spoke calmly, "Take it easy, son. I need ye to concentrate on slowin' yer breathin' and relaxin' yer muscles, okay?" John's eyes slowly began to close. Elizabeth slid her hand back from his forehead and started stroking through his hair on the top of this head. "John!" Carson called and placed his hand on his forehead. "He's not respondin', and he's burnin' up," he stated as he opened one of John's closed eyes and brought his penlight back out.

"Carson, what's happening? Is he all right?" she asked with a weary voice as she continued stroking his hair.

"His pupils are fixed and his breathin' is erratic. We need to get him on a ventilator!" Carson exclaimed as he was shining a light into John's eye's hoping for the slightest reaction.

Chapter Five "Visual Recording Device"

Elizabeth felt goose bumps traveling up and down her body, and her heart was racing. She couldn't help but shutter at the sight of Carson and two of his assistants placing a tube down the Major's throat. He didn't even gag. He was out cold, but yet his tremors remained. She felt a knot forming in her throat and her eyes welding up once again with tears as she looked again at all the bruises and abrasions on his limp and battered body. She began running scenarios through her mind on what could have possibly happened on that planet that would have caused the Major to have received such a severe beating. She thought to herself, 'Did they run into Koyla of the Genii?', 'Did they run into any Genii?', 'Did they run into the Wraith? Although, they would more than likely suck the life out of John rather than beat him to death', 'What could have possibly happened to have caused John to be so terrified', and then she suddenly remembered something. She franticly reached down the front of John's military vest and opened the top pocket. She pulled out a small visual recording device that appeared slightly damaged, but then discovered with relief that the memory card she pulled out of the device was unharmed. Whatever happened to John and the rest of his team was in the palm of her hand. She looked up at Carson and was suddenly hearing all the commotion that was happening around her once again.

"Okay, everyone. On three. One...Two...Three...," Carson instructed as himself and several of his medical assistants lifted the Major and gently but swiftly placed him on a gurney.

Elizabeth caught Carson's attention with a worried expression. He immediately offered his hand and helped her up off the ground, with the memory card still clutched in her other hand. He then quickly went back to aiding John as his assistants were already in the process of placing a heart monitor on him to keep track of his vital signs, and sticking an IV in one of his arms.

Within a matter of seconds, Carson and his assistants were rushing John toward the infirmary. Elizabeth was not far behind, but just before she entered the infirmary a medical assistant stopped her and asked her to remain outside the infirmary for the time being. "No, I want to see what's happening. I'll stay out of the way," she exclaimed with authority.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but it would be best if you stayed out here. I'll make sure that Doctor Beckett informs you of the Major's condition once they have things under control," the medical assistant calmly explained to Elizabeth.

As Carson was frantically working on getting a surgical team ready he overheard the aggressive tone in Elizabeth's voice as she was arguing with one of his medical assistants just outside the entrance to the infirmary, so he quickly rushed over. "Elizabeth, it would be best if ye stay out here. I promise I will come and inform ye of John's condition once I have him stable," Carson explained to her as quickly as possible.

"Very well…," Elizabeth sighed, "Keep me informed," she quivered with tear welding eyes. Carson nodded in acknowledgement and started to walk away, but then turned back toward her when she spoke again; remembering what she was holding in her hand. "I believe I have some video footage of what happened to him," she said quickly, holding up the memory card.

"Good! Find out as much as ye can from the video footage and let me know if there is anythin' on there that might help me understand more about the Major's physical condition," Carson responded just before the monitoring machines stopped beeping out a rhythmic sound, but a ringing flat-line. He immediately rushed over to John's side, "He's codin'! Charge the defibrillator and increase the oxygen flow to his ventilator," he ordered to his medical assistants. Everyone was moving so swiftly that Elizabeth was having trouble understanding what exactly was going on. She wanted to go find out if there was any footage on the memory card, but she decided she couldn't leave until they got John's heart going again. She stayed outside the entrance of the infirmary, but kept her eyes on John. John received several jolts from the defibrillator, but still no pulse. "Come on, John! Help me out here!" Carson yelled out, giving John another jolt. Then a weak rhythmic beep rang from the monitors and Carson quickly put his stethoscope on John's chest, "He's got a pulse...and it's gettin' stronger." He then let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his lab coat. Meanwhile, Elizabeth realized she had been holding her breath and let out a long exhausting breath herself. They both made eye contact and Carson gave her a nod, letting her know it was okay for her to leave. She gave another long exhausting breath and slowly walked away after looking one last time at John as the commotion continued around him.

Chapter Six "Answers"

Her heart was racing, and she suddenly became overwhelmed when she realized that she might have to witness the brutal beating of a grown man whom is not only her ranking military officer but also a dear friend. She might even find out what happened to the rest of his team. The thought made her suddenly very aware that her stomach was in knots. However, her mind suddenly went blank when she realized Dr. Zelenka was back from transferring what was on the memory card onto a compact disk. She noticed he had a bit of a smirk on his face, so he had to be a barer of good news. "Zelenka, did it work? Was the memory card unharmed?" she asked him with urgency.

"The memory card was undamaged, and I was able to get everything transferred over to video without any problems. I already have a team setting up a laptop in the briefing room so you can watch the footage," said Zelenka who seemed very proud of himself.

"Thank you, Doctor. I can take it from here," she expressed to Zelenka. He took that as a sign that she preferred to watch the footage by herself, so he handed her the disk and went back to his usual duties.

On her way to the briefing room, she wasn't sure at first on whether or not the success of getting the footage onto video was such a good thing. The closer she was getting to the briefing room, the stronger she felt that it wasn't such a good thing. She knew that it was only because she was afraid to see what was on the disk, but she had to fight it and find out what happened. She took a long breath and entered the briefing room to see that everything was set up and ready. She sat down in her usual chair, picking up the compact disk and inserting it into the drive. She had trouble inserting it at first because her hands were so shaky, but she eventually got things under control. She pushed play and then sat back in her chair, waiting for the footage to show up on the laptop. It took a few minutes to appear on the screen and suddenly, realizing she was holding her breath again, she let out a long breath as soon as the screen came to life.

Chapter Seven "Video Footage"

"Hey, Teyla, wait up!" Major Sheppard shouted, trying to catch up with her on the way to the gate room.

They went down the main steps entering the gate room, where the team met up with Dr. Elizabeth Weir. "Major, I trust that I don't have to remind you and your team to be careful."

"Oh, come now Elizabeth! Where's the fun in that?" said Sheppard, giving his boyish smile. Elizabeth merely cocked her head slightly and smiled back.

John and his team were now rematerialized on the other side, and the scenery was absolutely breathtaking. The sky had a bluish purple tint, the leaves on the trees were just as green as the grass beneath their feet, and the air had a sweet floral smell from all the multi colored alien flowers that were surrounding the gate. "Wow!" exclaimed John, not knowing what other word could possibly describe what he was seeing.

"Wow, is right, Sir!" exclaimed Ford, looking all around him.

"Nah…, this is nothing. You should really see some parts of Canada. Except the sky is blue of course," Rodney paused with a smirk as he was swatting several bugs from the power bar he was eating, "and Canada doesn't have such annoying bugs." Rodney then ran up along side Teyla to try and rid himself from the strange insects.

"I would have to agree with the Major and Lt. Ford, Dr. McKay. This world is quite breathtaking," Teyla pitched in, amazed by the scenery that surrounded them.

"Ah, yes, but you have never been to Earth let alone Canada. Now Canada has some absolutely breathtaking landscapes, and you don't have to put up with as many pesky bugs," Rodney said to Teyla, noticing the insects had returned and were once again swarmed around his power bar. "Fine, take it!" he yelled, throwing the power bar into the tall grass. The strange insects immediately followed the food. "I bet you pesky things are happy now! Ah..., this is just great! I'll just have to starve until we get back to Atlantis," Rodney wined. Teyla smiled at his remark, while John and Ford shook their heads smiling.

Ford stated, "You know, if you would have eaten earlier instead of talking my ear off in the mess hall about wanting to get to this planet so anxiously you wouldn't be so hungry right now." Ford smiled being pleased with himself that he got the opportunity to get that off his chest. John and Teyla couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, that's real funny! Everyone laugh at the starving man," Rodney wined again.

"All right, group… let's get back to what we came here for." John commanded, followed by a short pause as he once again looked around at their surroundings. "So, McKay… where do we go from here?"

"How do I know? What am I, the answer man?" Rodney stated with annoyance.

"McKay!" John exclaimed with equal annoyance.

"All right, all right! Let me think," Rodney stated as he pulled out a device that once belonged to the ancients and can detect life signs, among other things. "Okay…, according to these readings, there are several life signs and energy levels coming from… that direction," Rodney said pointing toward the trees that were on their left.

"Do the readings say anything about the distress signal we had received?" asked Ford. McKay, however, looked a little annoyed by his question.

"I'm assuming that's what the energy level readings are," Rodney said in his usual arrogant tone.

"How can you be sure?" asked Ford as he walked up along side McKay to glance at the device. Rodney gave him an annoyed look.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because the magic ancient device hasn't been wrong yet!" said Rodney very arrogantly. Ford then gave McKay an annoyed look.

"All right, kiddies! That's enough of that. Ford and Teyla, you watch our six. McKay, you stay by me at point to lead the way. I'll have to keep you two kids separated on this trip," said John while he walked past them to take point. Ford and McKay exchanged a quick childish glance and then did as the Major ordered, while Teyla seemed amused by the whole situation.

John and his team walked for hours, stopping here and there to take in more of the scenery. "Sir, is that a mountain up ahead?" Ford asked John, thinking that if it was a mountain it was a strange looking one.

"McKay?" John asked Rodney, also thinking it was a strange looking mountain.

"Actually…, it looks more like a large dome structure of some kind," Rodney stated with heavy breathing, feeling out of shape for such long distant walks.

"Well, whatever it is, it seems to be in the same direction we're heading. Do you think that's where the energy levels are coming from?" Ford asked looking at the Major, but it was Rodney who answered.

"I would assume that is a big possibility, yes!" Rodney arrogantly smirked as he bent over to try and catch his breath. Ford gave him a quick stern stare, but then decided to let it go. He wasn't in the mood to get Rodney started again.

"All right, let's keep moving. It looks like we still have a while to go before we reach the dome thing," John stated as he started to walk on, but stopped and turned back when Teyla addressed him in a low toned voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Major… since it appears that we still have a good distance to travel, perhaps we should rest a while and give Dr. McKay a chance to… as you have said once before… catch his breath," Teyla suggested with a smile, while looking over at McKay bent over and breathing heavily. John also looked over at McKay and decided it might be a good idea. Feeling a bit exhausted himself, he didn't want to have to carry Rodney the rest of the way if he were to pass out from infamous manly hunger.

"All right…, change of plans everybody. Let's rest here for a bit before we continue. I'll take first watch. Ford, you'll be after me." John stated, suddenly feeling the exhaustion kick into full affect. He normally wouldn't tire so easily, but it was something about this place that didn't feel right to him. It was almost like something was telling him to turn back, and the feeling was taking a toll on his physical strength.

"Yes, Sir!" Ford replied.

"Ah..., thank you," Rodney managed to say under his breath as he found the nearest boulder and sat down to rest up against it.

John was the only one left standing as he kept watch with his P90 at hand. He felt his bad right knee try to give out on him, but he kept it under control. He hadn't realized how tired his legs were until he was standing still. His aching knee was a constant reminder that he shouldn't have gone surfing so close to the rocks by the shore twelve years ago, but it hadn't given out on him like that in along time. It caused him to feel even more suspicious about the exhausting effects he was feeling since they arrived on the planet. He found it even stranger that the effects seemed to be getting stronger as they got closer to the energy readings coming from the dome. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as his knee tried to give out on him once again, but he remand standing. He turned and looked at his team to assure himself that no one noticed his stumble, but he knew Teyla had when he saw her coming towards him with a water canteen.

"Major, are you all right? Do you need some water?" she asked, holding the canteen up to him and putting her free hand on his arm.

"I'm fine," he stated abruptly hoping to hide his fatigue.

"Maybe Ford or even myself could take first watch?" Teyla suggested, knowing that John was putting on a front. She could tell by his stamina that he was clearly exhausted.

"I'll be fine, Teyla. I'll have Ford take over in about fifteen minutes. You go ahead and get yourself rested. We'll be moving on after Ford stands watch for about fifteen minutes, okay?" John told her in a calm tone to let her know he appreciated her concern.

"Very well, but will you at least drink some water?" she asked, holding the canteen a little higher. John subdued, gently grabbing the canteen from her hand and took a couple swigs of water. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was either until he felt the cool water run all the way down into his stomach.

"Thanks," he replied and handed the canteen back to her. She smiled and then walked away, accepting her defeat. She new John was a proud and stubborn man, but it has not yet stopped her from trying. She also has never known him to tire so easily, and it concerned her.

Each minute John stood there he felt the weight on his legs increasing. He couldn't believe how long fifteen minutes was becoming. He kept looking down at his watch several times in disbelief that only seconds had gone by. He even started to wonder whether or not his watch wasn't working, but he wasn't about to ask Ford what time he had on his watch. He felt the weight getting heavier and heavier as each minute passed, and he could feel his legs starting to buckle from exertion. He decided to start shifting his weight from one leg to the other, but the exhaustion was getting too strong. He tried closing his eyes and took a few deep breaths, but he felt himself tipping over. He quickly regained his balance and turned around to see if anyone noticed, but was glad to see they all had their eyes closed resting. He looked down at his watch again and was astoundingly thrilled to see that his fifteen minutes of standing there had finally come to an end.

Realizing he was barely able to walk as far as he had back to the rest of his team, he decided to find the nearest shady tree and call out to Ford that it was his turn to stand watch. "Ford?" he called out, unintentionally waking the rest of them up as well.

"Yes, Sir?" Ford asked a little groggy, waking up from his short nap.

"I need you to stand watch for about fifteen minutes and then we'll get on our way again," John instructed as he unsnapped his P90 from his vest and rested it on his lap. He also couldn't help but notice the pleased expression on Teyla's face that he was finally taking his turn to rest.

"Yes, Sir." Ford replied, feeling wide-awake and refreshed after resting.

Only a couple of moments had passed and John's eyes were closed. He could hear McKay mumbling something after he heard him call his name. He even heard Teyla telling Rodney to let him rest, but Rodney kept ranting on about something. John was both annoyed and reluctant to open his eyes, but he was afraid of what Rodney had gotten himself into this time. He opened his eyes to find both McKay and Teyla holding some strange fruit in their hands.

"McKay?" he strained, getting Rodney's attention. John looked down at his watch and was very disappointed that he only got to lie there undisturbed for five minutes. McKay started to respond, but he was abruptly interrupted by Teyla.

"It is nothing important, Major. You need rest… I won't let Dr. McKay disturb you again," she said while giving Rodney a stern look.

"Well go ahead and quickly tell me since I'm already awake," John managed to mumble, feeling his eyes trying to close by themselves. Teyla, knowing how Rodney goes into too much detail, abruptly cut him off again.

"He merely wanted to show you this strange fruit he has discovered," she shortly stated, holding up an oval shaped yellow fruit that was covered in bumps. She then looked back at Rodney who was giving her an annoyed look for cutting him off again, but she returned the look and then turned back to looking in John's direction.

"That's it?" John asked, fighting to keep his eyes open. He started to speak again, but stopped after he heard Ford.

"Hey, let me see one of those things," Ford requested, taking one from Teyla's hand. "Yuk! What's this slimy stuff on the outside of it?" he exclaimed, dropping the fruit and wiping the slime on his pant leg.

"I'm not really sure, but it is kind of disgusting isn't it?" Rodney inquired as he too wiped the slime onto his uniform. Teyla followed their example and placed the fruit on the ground as well.

"This slimy stuff can't hurt us can it?" Ford asked with concern.

"I'm sure we'll be fine as long as we don't consume them, Lieutenant! Don't be so dramatic!" Rodney replied, continuing to wipe more slime off his hands and on to his uniform. Ford would have had a comeback, but he was too thrown by the irony that McKay would have the nerve to say such a thing. Especially since it was usually Rodney that was playing the overdramatic hypochondriac.

"Should we not at least take one back with us and have Dr. Beckett check to see if it is safe to eat? We need more food supplies do we not?" Teyla asked, looking down at the fruit on the ground with disgust.

"Even if we did take one back with us and Beckett says it's safe to eat, I don't think anyone would eat it. I mean look at it! It doesn't look appetizing to me at all, and I'm starving," Ford stated with Rodney nodding in agreement. Rodney suddenly thought back to his precious power bar that he was forced to donate to the native bugs of this miserable planet, and he couldn't see himself substituting the strange fruit for his power bar any day. Meanwhile, Teyla looked down at the fruit again and also thought it looked extremely unappetizing as her stomach gave off a quiet gurgle. Then she felt some slight pain and discomfort, but she kept it to herself assuming it was caused by hunger.

John looked to the left of him to see several of the fruit they were discussing lying on the ground about four feet away from him, but he was too tired to reach for them and allowed himself to fall back asleep. While John was sleeping, the rest of them continued in conversation.

"Hey, you guys… I'm not feeling so hot. Are you sure that slime won't harm us, McKay?" Ford asked as he placed one of his hands over his stomach in pain.

"I'm not some voodoo doctor, Ford! You're probably just hungry," said Rodney, suddenly realizing he was feeling an unusual sick feeling in his stomach that didn't feel like hunger. "Actually…, I don't think I'm feeling to good either…," he said, trailing off and losing consciousness. Ford and Teyla rushed to his side.

"McKay!" exclaimed Ford as he checked Rodney's pulse. He didn't even get the chance to feel a heart beat when he suddenly saw Teyla lose consciousness. "Teyla!" Ford exclaimed, only to start feeling lightheaded himself. Then, he too was lying unconscious right next to Teyla and Rodney.

Their bodies seemed so lifeless for several moments, and then Rodney's body started to stir, followed by Teyla's, and then Ford's. They weren't really saying anything that sounded like words, more like moans and mumbles. Their faces were hard to make out, but their skin did seem very pale and covered with perspiration. They all stumbled to their feet and wondered off in different directions, out of sight from the major's video view while he still remained asleep under the shady tree.

At least twenty minutes had past with only the view of where Teyla, Ford, and Rodney once were showed on the video. Then the video moved. At first, it just seemed like John had taken a deep breath in his sleep, but then the video moved again. John was waking up.

John woke up slowly, feeling very sluggish, and looked down at his watch to see that he had been asleep for almost two hours. He shot a look over at where his team used to be, and jumped to his feet when he saw they were no longer there. With his military instinct kicking into gear, he raised his P90 into an armed position. He looked all around him, but couldn't see any of his team members in any direction. "Ford!...McKay!...Teyla!...," John yelled, hoping to get a response. He paused and waited for one of them to answer, but there was nothing. Then, the sound of a breaking twig came from behind him. He spun around quickly, only to be startled by Ford's sudden appearance standing only a few feet away from him. Ford's stance was unusual and his head was tilted down, causing the bill of his hat to block John from getting a good look at his face. John kept his P90 in an armed position pointed in Ford's direction, not knowing exactly what was going on and what he should do. "Ford, is that you?" asked John, not totally being sure that it was him since he couldn't see all of his face. He didn't get any kind of response so he decided to take a different approach. "Ford, are you all right?" John asked, but still no response. "Ford, I need you to look at me or… say something before I can lower my weapon! Do you understand, Lieutenant?" John asked, raising his voice and starting to feel very uneasy about the whole situation.

"Uhhhh...," was all that came from Ford's form and then he lifted his head, giving John a clear view of his face. John was both surprised and frightened at what he saw. He could clearly tell it was Ford that was standing in front of him, but he did not look himself. His face was extremely pale with a blue tint, his eyes were completely white, and he was sweating profusely with perspiration all over his face. His expression was that of a mad man, and his breathing was heavy and erratic.

"Now Ford, that kind of attitude is definitely not going to make me lower my weapon," John snapped with a stern and sincere tone, keeping his P90 aimed and ready. Ford started moving towards him. "Stop right there, Lieutenant!" John ordered, continuing to keep his aim steady. Without any response, Ford did not stop and continued stumbling his way toward John. "Ford! That's far enough, buddy!" John yelled, but he still didn't stop. John couldn't afford to allow him to get any closer, so he lowered his aim and shot Ford in the leg. To John's surprise, the bullet wound didn't even phase Ford, and he kept coming towards him. "Holly shit, Ford! What happened to you?" John stated with his eyes wide in surprise. Before Ford got any closer, John kept his aim but started walking backwards to get away.

John continued walking backwards, keeping his eyes on Ford, and kept trying to talk him down until he bumped into something behind him. Turning around swiftly, he found himself face to face with Teyla. He felt himself holding his breath as he noticed she had the same symptoms as Ford. Mere seconds had passed as he was looking into her eyes, and then a sudden hot burning sensation was piercing him just below his right rib. The burning sensation quickly turned into a sharp pain, making him glance down to see that Teyla had drove her knife into his upper right side. With her hand still gripping the knife's handle, she thrust it out of him. Feeling himself gasping for air he tried cupping his wound with one of his hands, but the sharp pain remained. He started swaying, feeling himself losing his balance. "Teyla…?" was all he could manage to gasp out before he fell to his knees in front of her. He could feel blood pouring from his wound between the fingers of the hand he had cupped over it. He was beginning to feel lightheaded with his head spinning, still aware that Teyla and Ford were standing over him. Then, at the corner of his eye he saw movement to the right of him and he turned his head to see what it was. Rodney was walking towards them, and he too appeared to have the same symptoms as Ford and Teyla. "What happened… to you…? Why are you… doing this…?" John asked them, gasping and wincing with every breath of air he took. None of them responded to his question. Rodney suddenly grabbed John's P90 from him and used the butt of it to hit John across the face, causing a deep gash on the left side of his forehead. It caused John to fall back a little, but he bent back over to keep pressure on his side wound. "Please…? I'm your friend…, and I… want to help you…! We can go back to Atlantis… and Dr. Beckett can help you… He can fix you right up!" John pleaded as Ford picked up a large branch and swung it like a bat, impacting across John's chest. It knocked him onto his back and he began wheezing for air. "Please…? Listen to me… Don't do this…," John gasped out, but all three of them started pounding on him. Kicking and punching! It wasn't long until John lost consciousness and his body went limp, but they continued beating him anyway.

They eventually stopped their savage torment and walked away, out of visual range of the video recorder. For a little over an hour, John made no movements and neither did anything in his surroundings that the video could pick up. He must have still been unconscious, which came to no surprise after the beating he had just endured. All the video recorder could see was some treetops and the bluish purple sky above him. Then there was some slight video movement. John was starting to become conscious, letting out a few agonizing moans as he stirred.

He awoke starring up at the top of some trees and the bluish purple sky. At first, he couldn't remember where he was or why he was lying there until he tried to move and the sharp pains running through his entire body brought it all back into retrospect. He looked over to the left of him and noticed that his movement and grunts of pain had attracted Teyla's attention, with Ford and McKay nowhere in sight. She was on all fours crawling toward him with a fierce look in her eyes. He tried turning over on his side so he could try to get away from her, but a sudden sharp pain on his right side stopped him. "Oh, God… that hurt!" John gritted through his teeth as he winced in pain. It was too late. She was hovered over him now and breathing very heavy. She pushed the palms of her hands against his chest to put him flat on his back again. "Oh, God…! Teyla…!" John yelled out in pain, suddenly becoming fully aware that he had several broken ribs.

After the sharp pains in John's chest had subsided to painful throbs, his mind became a little clearer and he noticed that Teyla was in a new position. She now had herself straddled over his waist and was squeezing his hips between her thighs. Her face was so close to his that he could feel the hot air coming from her heavy breathing. He wasn't sure but he thought he heard her slightly growl, and then she began sniffing him like he was food. He tried to squirm out from under her, but she squeezed his hips even harder causing him to wince in pain. She was now running her hands affectionately down the sides of his face, down his chest, and on down toward his midsection. John was now fully aware of what her intentions were. She was like an untamed savage animal in heat as she went to unfasten John's pants, but he reached down and grabbed her hands to stop her. She became violent and released herself from his grip. She placed one of her hands over his side wound and applied enough pressure to make his vision turn gray, causing him to almost lose consciousness. "Ahhh…!" he yelled out, squeezing his eyes shut from the pain. He prayed to God that if this were a bad dream, now would be a good time to wake up. He could feel the tears running out of the corner of his eyes and down the sides of his face into his hair. His eyes shot open to the touch of her hands on each side of his face as she wiped away his tears. Then she affectionately grazed and nuzzled her nose along side his.

He tried remaining as still as possible as she continued her gentle and intimate enticements, taking it as an opportunity to regain his strength before she turned violent again. Then she coercively kissed him, wrapping her tongue around his. He was so exhausted and her strength was so overwhelming he didn't have the stamina to stop her. Their mouths parted and she nuzzled her noise against his, as her hands ventured down to try and unfasten his pants again. He reached down to stop her, but she swiftly pinned his arms down. Being a very flexible woman, she had quickly brought up her right leg to hold his left arm down and her left hand to hold down his right arm. She then aggressively used her free right hand to undo his pants. John felt sick to his stomach as he remained docile under her overbearing strength, and didn't know what else to do. "Teyla! Don't do this… please?" John pleaded, looking into the face of a friend but the eyes of a stranger. His anguished words didn't stop her as he begged, "Teyla…, please?" He tried squirming out from under her, but he felt his hopes of winning the battle diminishing as he winced in pain under her overbearing restraint.

After undoing his pants, she reached through the fly of his black boxers and tightly grasped what she desired. John winced in pain from her tight grip as she began to passionately stroke him. He wasn't coming even close to getting hard, but she didn't seem to care. Her mind appeared to be set on achieving one thing. She released her intimate hold on him and unpinned his arms. John immediately went to fasten his pants back up, but she stopped him once again. He felt so vulnerable to her strength as he crumbled beneath her. Slightly raising herself overtop of him, she vigorously took down her pants and threw them aside. She then straddled herself over his hips once again and bent over to kiss him with both her hands on each side of his face. He could feel her tongue throbbing in his mouth as she pressed hard against his lips. She then slid her hands down between their wrenched bodies to guide his flaccid penis inside her, but he quickly squirmed making it difficult for her. Parting their lips, she squeezed her thighs tightly around his hips holding him still long enough to guide him inside her. She was so rough that John couldn't help but wince and cry out through his tightly clenched teeth in agony. "Teyla, Please…? Please Stop…? Don't do this! Not like this…, please? Teyla, pl…" John pleaded but was cut off when she hastened their lips to rejoin in an even stronger embracive kiss.

She began to thrust hard and rough with passion like some wild animal, causing him to shake from the pain and cry out through their locked lips. Each time she thrust forward, putting him further inside her, he winced in pain and would give out a quiet cry that he was trying with all his might to keep in. His penis remaining flaccid was making it all the more painful, but her brutal assault continued. With their tongues still entwined, he felt every muscle in his body tightening and starting to quiver. He didn't know if he was going into shock because of all the blood he had lost or if it was because of what was happening. He felt the tears once again streaming out of the corner of his eyes and down the sides of his face into his hair. He didn't know how much more he could take, but he prayed to God it would be over soon.

It continued on for several moments as she thrust harder and harder down on him. Her breathing increased as she was reaching her climax. Her thrusts became not only harder, but also increased in speed. She finally cried out in ecstasy, and her thrusting slowed to almost a holt. She bent over with her nose alongside his, and she was breathing heavily against his cheek. John was shivering beneath her with tears still streaming down the sides of his face. Every muscle in his body was tight and quivering, and he was fighting with all his might to restrain his outcries as sharp pains were shooting throughout his entire body. He felt his abused and still flaccid penis throbbing so hard inside of her it hurt, and he was so obliged to being pulled out of her seconds later. Feeling so exhausted and in so much pain he almost didn't realize that she was no longer straddling him. He couldn't see her anywhere in sight, leaving him to lie there shivering and alone. He was in shock, and the harder he tried to make himself stop shaking the harder he shook. He closed his eyes tightly as more tears streamed down the sides of his face. He was so thankful she was gone and that it was over, but then he heard a sound coming from the woods on his left.

TBC…

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