Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, I think if they were Sheppard would be staying clear of me especially after this fic

Summary: Sheppard has found trouble yet again, but what have they imprisoned him for.

Spoilers: not sure if they will be any yet.

This is set in season 3 so Dr Weir and Dr Beckett are still there, just because I love those characters. This fic maybe pretty dark from the start, so I'm warning you now.

Deep within

The air metallic with blood, clinging to his skin and to his every fibre, the smell making him nauseas, he tried to breathe through his mouth but he couldn't, anytime he did his stomach threaten to rebel. Other smells had since faded until all he could smell was blood, death.

Voices were whispering, taunting, blaming him for everything and anything they could, how had they got so much information about him, about Atlantis. The steady voices were cut short only by screams of other prisoners, other people who were trapped just like he was, deep within a planet that nobody had even heard of. When the screams were over the voices returned, which only meant that the voices he heard were all a figment of his subdued imagination.

At first he had tried to reason with his captors, they didn't listen, never did. He had even lost his will to speak; they either ignored him or forced him to watch the next terrifying action they took against another person because of his 'charm'.

They were teaching him a lesson they had said, and boy what a lesson it was. Teaching him not to talk out of turn or someone got hurt, teaching him that his actions had consequences that were too horrible to describe. They were taking his control; his body was slowly shutting down, either from the mental exhaustion or the physical, he wasn't sure anymore, maybe, it was both. His whole body ached with the lessons he had been taught, the wounds weren't life threatening but they hurt all the same, even with his high pain threshold. His mind clung on to the hope of rescue. In the first few days he had tried to escape, but it had failed.

x-X-x

About 3 weeks ago

Sheppard woke up to the sound of screaming for the third night in a row, he was getting more annoyed if anything. It seemed that people didn't even have to of done much to get locked up in this place, it was morally wrong. He snorted at how much that comment would have made Elizabeth smile. McKay and Ronon would have mostly likely roll their eyes and Teyla would have smile too.

He thought about the last time he had seen his friends, they had been running but he couldn't for the life of him remember why or who they were running from. After that, he remember them getting through the gate but obviously he hadn't because the next thing he remembered was waking up to screaming on the first night.

It hadn't taken them long after he woke up to come and get him. Two well built goons came for him, clomping along the stone floor, the sounds echoing around, he knew is was worthless to fight, but he just couldn't sit here a do nothing. He ran at the guards as they grabbed him, he head butted the nearest one, turned around and kicked the others knees from under him. That was when a third showed his ugly mug and struck him with a wooden object. All he saw after that was fuzzy images until the darkness claimed him.

The next time he awoke, he found himself strapped to a chair. His thoughts were a little slow and images were still a little fuzzy, but he could just about make out that he wasn't the only one in this new room.

"Hello? Anyone there?" he asked to nobody in particular. Getting no answer he was already getting bored with the setup.

"You know, if you think your gonna break me by giving me the silent treatment then your wrong." He taunted a little. As his vision cleared more he could make out the skeleton of a body on a cold metal table. Sheppard got a little scared though didn't show it, he only hoped that they didn't do any experiments on people here.

A goon returned to remove the skinless body, Sheppard didn't even bother with the goon, he needed to speak to someone who could get him out. The goon returned moments later and clomped his way over to Sheppard. Sheppard didn't care for the feral look in the guys eyes. The goon grabbed his head and fixed a band across his forehead; he rummaged around in his pockets and found what looked like tape. Sheppard tired to move his head away but the tight band across his head stopped him. The goon that Sheppard had now decided to call caveman forced his eyes open and taped them that way. He moved his head next to Sheppard's ear and whispered dangerously.

"Now, all you can do is watch as innocent life is lost because of your earlier actions." Caveman sniggered and waited.

Suddenly the door he hadn't noticed was flung open and a man younger than him was strapped to a table. After that Sheppard couldn't remember anything much. What he did remember was that he had been covered in the same man's blood when he had awoken, cold and alone in a different cell. His head spun and he was sick, later that day he was taken to the same room and 'punished' again.

x-X-x

The gothic arches swirled above him, twisting together, making him dizzy. He tried to block out the other sights he had seen, choosing to concentrate on the solid arches that were all around. The large creature heads on the pillars did nothing to calm his ever growing panic. He tried to see where he had been moved to now, which part of hell he found himself in this time. Strong iron bars around him, restricting his movements to within a four square meter cell. The cold stone beneath him causing him to shudder, however, this wasn't the only thing that caused him to shudder. Crimson stain the floor, just like the other cells he had been in, there was more in this one though, was this the last cell before the end he wondered.

Shouldn't his friends have come for him by now? Hadn't he said enough times that they leave no man behind? How had he even got here? Why couldn't he remember? The voices had also said that his friends no longer cared and that they blamed him too. Usually he wouldn't believe anything his captors had said but this cut him deeply. His friends were his family and obviously they blamed him, why else wouldn't they come and get him. Was this his life now? Well what remained of it anyway.

TBC

Well what in the world has Sheppard done now and where are his friends, will they find him in time to save him or is it already too late.