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The Story with No Name

The man stood impatiently, arms crossed, foot tapping on the ground. He had made it through the two and a half hours of questioning and searching after flagging the security system, by complete accident, and then he had waited in line for nearly three hours for his turn to leave the city. The stargate waited in the distance, sitting on the wide out jutting platform, seeming to float above the majority of the city. It taunted him as the line moved slowly forward. Little by little though, people stepped up to the dialing device and punched in their addresses. The man stood behind a large, busy family. Little children darted in and out of the line causing their frenzied mother to shout out insults and threats at the top of her lungs while she juggled luggage and a crying baby in her arms. Finally, the officer took their passes and opened the gate for them to step onto the departure platform. The man sighed; he would be next. The stargate activated and the large family was ushered forward, stopping several times to chase after wayward children. Then they were through and the stargate shut down. The officer turned toward the man, took his pass and opened the gate.

The man allowed himself a small smile of relief as he stepped forward. But then an alarm blared. The man groaned, thinking he set it off again. But the running officers were not aiming for him. The stargate suddenly activated on its own. Two officers flanked the stargate, standing at attention. But then several balls of angry energy shot out of the blue event horizon. The crowd behind instantly started screaming and running. Chaos erupted violently on the platform. Uniformed men started running for the stargate, pushing past frantic travelers. The man thought that maybe they should shut the gate down but then they would probably think of that by now.

Suddenly, four people flew out of the stargate. Three of them were firing into it, hitting the ground hard, while the other stumbled forward, managing to keep his balance, while shouting "Shut it down! Shut it down!" as frantically and as loudly as he could. The gate did shut down only just allowing the last man to come all the way through. As soon as he stopped yelling, the first man stared around with wide eyes. The other three, two men and a woman, slowly pushed themselves up, taking a while to actually realize where they were. Slowly, the other three turned stared at the first man. The man in the back spoke first.

"I think you misdialed Rodney…" He said with an angry voice though he had a tight, polite smile plastered on his face.

The other man gave a nervous smile and waved at the ring of officers surrounding them. "Yeah, no kidding…"

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"Rodney, where the heck are we?" John growled past his grin. He glanced down at his booted foot, the very tip of it neatly sheared off so that he could see the tips of his toes. It served to remind him how close he had come to being incinerated by the deactivated gate.

"I don't…know." Rodney stuttered. Ronon came up and whacked him upside the head.

"Way to go McKay." The big man snapped. Rodney dropped his fake smile.

"I'm sorry but there were wraith shooting at me at the time!" He snapped back.

"Hey!" John yelled. "Drop it, we'll just dial home, end of story."

"Yeah that's great Captain America but how do you figure on dialing when the DHD is behind all the men with guns?"

"Perhaps we should lower our own weapons." Teyla suggested with a slight edge to her voice. A grin returned to Johns face.

"See, now somebody is thinking around here." Sheppard lowered his own gun and raised his hands up in a non threatening way. He stepped forward to address the nervous looking men in uniform. "Hi." He said with a smile. "We dialed the wrong number so if you'll just let us use the DHD, we'll be out of your hair in no time."

One of the uniformed men suddenly put a hand to his ear and stared off as if listening to an ear piece. Then he raised his gun. Ronon, still mentally in the heat of battle, raised his own and leveled it at the man.

"Down boy, down!" McKay hissed.

"Ronon! Put it down." Sheppard ordered in a firm voice. Ronon's lips twisted up in a feral grin for a few seconds, eyes still locked on the man, and then he slipped the gun back into its holster. John released a breath he didn't know he was holding and closed his eyes against an oncoming headache. Today was a bad day that showed all the signs of becoming worse. The wraith ambush was bad enough, the ensuing ten hour chase through the forest depleting all energy they had and then some. Then Rodney just so happened to misdial them away to a not so friendly planet. And to top it all off, they hadn't slept at all in the past two days and, judging by the rising sun, they wouldn't get any sleep for a long while.

John's headache became worse.

The uniformed men had yet to say anything and it was making John angry. His anger must have been evident because Teyla placed a hand on his shoulder and muttered in his ear "Don't say anything…stupid."

He nodded as reassuringly as he could. "Hey guys?" He said to the uniformed men. "I'm really tired, I've been running for ten hours straight, I'm hungry and I'm sure I smell really bad so could we just get on with the pleasantries so I can go home?" He pleaded. Finally, one of the uniformed men stepped forward, looking nervous.

"By the order of Marklov, Sovereign of Brillez, you are under arrest for trespassing. Relinquish your weapons and stand ready for transport." He hefted his weapon threateningly and glared at them. John scowled but saw no way out of this. He finally sighed and unclipped his P-90 and let it drop to the ground. Then he pulled his sidearm out and tossed next to the other gun. He could hear the others doing the same. His hand hovered over his knife hilt but then he decided to let them take that one on their own if they really wanted it. Eight men came forward. Two of them stayed in front of John. One of those two kept a gun trained on him while the other quickly gathered up his weapons and placed them in a box. Then the man pulled out a small bluish disk the size of a bottle cap. He slowly approached John as if he were nearing a wild animal.

"Try to relax." The man murmured. John's eyes narrowed to slits as his watched the man slid up beside him. Then the man darted forward, slapping the disk to John's neck. John opened his mouth to yell at the man but then his muscles stopped working.

All of them.

All at once.

John's mind screamed in panic but his mouth failed to comply. He fell hard on the ground, muscles refusing to budge. He was starting to go into cardiac arrest as his heart struggled to keep moving. He couldn't breath. The man crouched down before him but was slightly out of view. John could hear an electronic beeping and then suddenly he could breathe again, his heart pumping as strongly as ever.

Then a hand came into view and pushed his eyelids down. Something rested over his ears to block out all noise. And so he lay there, deaf, blind and mute. He felt himself being manhandled onto something that moved. After a short trip on the moving thing, he was set onto a solid, non moving surface and left there.

The seconds ticked by with agonizing clarity in his dark, quiet world. It was maddening being unable to move…especially after he developed an itch in his left elbow. It was even more maddening to not be able to sleep due to the ever growing ache in his joints and muscles from being frozen in the same place. It was even more maddening still, to not know how much time was passing. It felt like hours, bordering on days, but he could have easily imagined it in his sensory deprived state.

John passed the time with a one sided game of Prime/not Prime until he got angry at himself for cheating. Then he got through the '99 Bottles' song twice before he lulled himself into a sort of sleep, his last thought being Well, this day really sucks…

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TBC…

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