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Chapter 5:

Ronon frowned when he recognised the room he'd been brought too. It was the same room where they had found Teyla.

He was dragged along, into the room. Michael still hadn't said anything, and Ronon hadn't asked.

They reached the metal table, still tilted at an angle. The rope tying his wrists together was cut loose, two arms replacing it. It took three of the hybrids to lift him on the table, without any opportunity for him to attack or break free.

The moment he was laying down, the clamps around his wrists and ankles closed. They were tight around his wrists; every time he tried to move his arms, the metal dug into his skin.

Michael stood next to him, even uglier than the last time he'd seen him.

He met his gaze, glaring at him. He was sure the hatred showed in his eyes, because he saw the underlying fear in Michael's.

Neither of them willing to back down and look away, it was as if time stopped, and it was just about the two of them.

Ronon yanked his arm again, unconsciously making the motion to slam his fist into Michael's face. Pure instinct.

He thought back for a moment, to the first time they met.

They had been on a hive ship, alarms going off, and the sound of P90s everywhere. Blue flashes of the stunners flying past them.

The team reached the cloaked jumper, and Ronon shot a Wraith less than 2 feet away from them. He had hit a Wraith using his gun earlier, and it must have switched to stun, because the Wraith went down, but without a hole in its chest.

Sheppard and Rodney had shared a look; they knew Carson could use a live test person, so Sheppard had pulled the Wraith inside the jumper.

Ronon had been furious, yelling at Sheppard what he was doing.

Sheppard had yelled right back at him, ordering him to tie him up, and to leave him alive. Until this moment, he still didn't agree with that order.

He should have disobeyed, and killed it anyway. But what's done is done, and he had forgiven Sheppard. He was a good team leader, the best one he had ever had, Kell was nothing compared to him.

Michael finally backed down, not willing to lose anymore time.

"You feel such strong hatred towards me," Michael said, tilting his head slightly. "It would be fascinating to see if I could change that… To have a creature like yourself on my side, as one of my hybrids perhaps…"

Ronon didn't answer – he simply glared at him.

"Just remember what I said before. I will make you pay for this, for what you have done to Sheppard, and Teyla," Ronon promised.

Michael uttered a sound similar to a laugh. "I am sure you will try. Like you have before," Michael answered.

Ronon struggled again, and he could feel blood dripping down his hands, his wrists bruised and bloody.

Michael shook his head. "I assure you, you will not be able to break free of those restraints, though I am sure you will continue to try. Well… lets get started, shall we?"

xxxxx

John turned his head, and saw Teyla still standing, using the wall as support.

"Teyla, please sit down," he whispered.

When she didn't respond, he turned again. She was frowning at him, obviously annoyed that he was telling her to sit down when he refused too.

John sighed; Teyla could be so stubborn. On second thought – they both could.

He walked back to where they'd been sitting before, and sat down, hoping that Teyla would follow his example. She didn't look too hot, and John didn't want her condition to get any worse.

It took her a few seconds, just to let him know that she wasn't doing it because he asked her to, but she sat down eventually.

She was obviously tired, slumping against the wall once again. John wondered what Michael was planning for Ronon. At least he knew that Ronon and Rodney were both alive and well.

Ronon had looked slightly banged up, but true to the Ronon he knew, he'd said he was fine.

Though he couldn't think of a reason why Michael would take him to the lab. At least, he thought that was where Ronon had been taken to. There weren't any other rooms in that section.

Teyla hadn't said anything since they'd seen Ronon. He looked to his side; she was staring at her palms, frowning. She was deep in thought, not even noticing him staring.

Her hands moved up to rest on her stomach, unconsciously running up and down. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Teyla?" he whispered.

She jumped, turning to face him with wide eyes. "What is it?" she whispered back.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she answered, a little too quickly.

John frowned, and kept his eyes fixed on hers. She swallowed, shrugging slightly.

"I do not know… I am just worried, I suppose," she admitted. "If we will ever escape from here, all four of us, and what Michael will have done to us already."

John nodded. "I know, I've been thinking about that too. But you know, we've been captured before, and I've learned to trust all of our people. I'm sure they're doing everything they can, and will be here to save our butts once again in no time," he said, smiling a little. "Plus, Ronon has been locked up in a cell for two days, and he's no good at sitting still, so he'll probably have come up with an escape plan by now. A reckless one, for sure, but a plan nonetheless."

Teyla nodded, feeling a little more confident that they did have a chance at escaping, or being rescued. John was right; Ronon was a master at escaping, and the people in Atlantis had saved them many times before.

"Why do you think Michael took Ronon away?" she asked, something that had also been bothering her.

John shrugged. "Dunno, been wondering about that myself," he answered. "Can't think of anything."

xxxxx

Rodney nervously tapped his foot, sitting against the wall, with the cell bars next to his right shoulder. His eyebrow hurt like hell, and was still bleeding a little. He'd wiped away most of the blood with the sleeve of his jacket, cursing when he accidentally pressed against the cut.

He had no idea how much time had passed, it felt like hours and hours, but it was still light outside, so it couldn't be more that 2 hours, tops.

Some yelling in the distance had him standing with his ear pressed against the cell door earlier, and he assumed it had been Sheppard and Teyla, seeing Ronon pass by.

At least – he hoped it was them.

Michael wouldn't have killed them, would he? He'd always had feelings for Teyla, although what kind of feelings… Rodney had no idea. Maybe hatred – or maybe he felt a connection with her, because of her Wraith DNA.

Michael felt like an outsider, banished by his own kind, because he was human – in a way. Though not human enough to be accepted among them.

Teyla wasn't like that though, she was human, and Rodney couldn't imagine not trusting her. She'd saved his ass countless times, and had always treated him kindly.

She had been under the control of a Wraith Queen a year back, and had attacked Ronon. But she'd grown stronger, taking over a Wraith Queen to save their lives a couple of months ago.

If she hadn't taken that risk, they'd probably be dead right now.

After 4 years of surviving in a galaxy with life-sucking aliens who were more than happy to kill them, and another race that enjoyed sticking their hands in your head, was this really the end?

What a crappy way to go, Rodney thought to himself.

He couldn't even pulloff another one of his genius rescue plans; instead he'd just have to wait for Sam to send a rescue team. Or not.

Bummer.

TBC…

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