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scarlettdreamMy first offering for Stargate Atlantis.
Has to be at least season three. No specific spoilers and inspired by the idea of David Hewlett as Dr Who, "The Doctor" He's not, but the idea of him leading the team made me kind of hot for it.
And this is also sort of be careful what you wish for and a gut reaction to the genetic meddling that lead to the retro virus and to Michael. After all who says that the Wraith would be warm, cuddly humans. Also the idea of the slow gradual bleed-through from the Milky Way to Pegasus means that Go'uld tech could so easily end up in the wrong hands.
Disclaimer
No infringement is intended, this is written for fun not for profit and not intended to detract from the writers, producers or the actors who created SGA. Please don’t sue me.
Part one:
Fall from Grace.
Adult in content, nasty stuff happens!
return, oh, return!
When I see thee not
My heart sorrows for thee,
My eyes ever seek thee,
Quote: Some lines from a song attributed by some as The lament of Isis
Part one:
He waited quietly for what would happen next.
He didn’t actually care what was going to happen. Not much, anyway. Not that it mattered if he did care, because it made no difference. But waiting, that was the hard part, the part that had been difficult to learn.
His collar was chained to the usual metal ring fixed at the end of the bed. He was kneeling where they left him. It was one of the few things he had managed to learn, to kneel where they put him. Seemed like whenever she asked him to do anything much more than that he started to forget, and he knew that was very very bad.
Even thinking about getting something wrong made his breath hitch in his chest and he'd start to pant, shallow and uneven. John reminded himself he wasn’t in any trouble, that he was doing what he’d been told. He was kneeling here where they put him, waiting. He felt the tightness ease in his lungs, he felt his breath become slower and sweeter as he calmed back down. It felt good when he got it right.
He heard the sound of the tiny glass beads and the tinkle of the metal bells as the curtains opened and she came in.
John remembered the one other thing that he always remembered now, and kept his eyes fixed firmly on his own hands that lay curled softly over his thighs. He was never going to forget those lessons.
“Your ways are strange to us but I want your trade. Let me show you…”
Her voice was soft, strangely gentle and there was always the slight hiss as she had to fit her tongue and teeth around the words. It wasn’t her native language after all. She did this sometimes, brought visitors and let them watch. Sometimes she even gave him to the visitors if she felt like it. He let the rest wash over him. Not listening to the words so much as the tone
Sometimes John wondered idly about his life before he came here. He knew he’d been a different person. He knew they’d done something irreparable to him here. Knew too that if they hadn’t done it he would not have survived.
“I believe our Doctor has some interesting…”
John hadn’t really been listening but when one of the visitors spoke her voice sounded in John’s mind like a siren. It made him shift uneasily.
“And we have many technologies, there’s bound to be something suitable even for your unconventional lifestyle.”
The sound of the second visitor’s voice filled John’s head in a way none but his mistress ever had before. The shock of it forced his breath out in a mostly silent gasp. But she was always aware of even a tiny infraction of the rules and he felt the knife sharp power of her yellow eyes as they slid to the dark corner of the tent and found him. He swallowed his fear as best he could when her mind exploded inside his head like a blazing super nova, crushing his thoughts until they bled away and he was left weak, and filled with nothing but her.
“Ah but we have technologies to rival even the Ancestors. Would you care to see a demonstration?” Her voice was soft and beguiling, but inside John’s head her thoughts spat and slithered like nest of snakes.
“Oh Really? Well by all means demonstrate.“
Her thoughts flared to an angry dagger in his mind, it was agony to contain it within the damaged cells of his brain.
“What the Doctor means is, please do honour us with sharing a demonstration, Uhurrsein.“
The soft voiced woman soothed his mistress a little and the white hot pain of her rage shimmered incandescent then melted away into the heat and unbearable itch of desire inside his head.
John shivered as his body responded. As raw aching, tissue-deep throbbed in anticipation. Heat swelled in his balls, and his body tried to ready itself. He swallowed hard against the flare of pain in the base of his cock, where it lay bound and limp because she always denied him release.
The sigh of music and the spicy warmth of Myrnn oil began to fill the tent. And suddenly the air was full of the scent of her pleasure. It was irresistible, he knew. She seduced them all so easily with a slide of her hand or a whisper of heat in her voice. Sometimes she would touch them, sometimes she would allow them to touch her. Often she would throw him across the end of her bed and let them all take their pleasure in him, while she used his mouth until she was done with it.
His throat was dry and he remembered her taste in his mouth, her pleasure in his head. Her voice was low and filled with anticipation as she purred.
“We will join.”
He glanced up through his lashes and watched unseen, as his mistress slid her hand up the inside of the other woman’s thigh. He was shocked when the woman grabbed his mistress’s wrist and prized the hand away. The stranger's voice was calm and quiet but her power and self possession were absolute as she said politely. “We will not, Uhurrsein.”
And there was a bloom of hatred in his head that might have made him gasp out loud, except at that moment a third visitor, a huge man John hadn’t even realised was in the room with them, stepped up behind the woman placing his hands respectfully on her shoulders. The message was clear. This woman is protected.
“Very well.” His mistress glared at the tall man and the woman who now stood as one, before she turned her eyes towards the other man and John could feel the way her body curdled at the thought of having to settle for less as she hissed.
“Then you shall have the honour of my bed.”
And John felt the flare of her desire to tear and gouge as she mated, an acceptable consolation for being thwarted.
“That won’t be necessary. I’m only interested in the technology.”
Something about this stranger’s voice soothed John even as his mistress seethed with hatred at his blunt words.
“Yourefuse!”
“The Doctor has sworn an oath! Until his quest is finished he is chaste. Our laws are sacrosanct. That was the agreement, Uhurrsein.”
The visitor’s voice was cool but it didn’t hide the sting in her words and John could not help flinching as his mistress swallowed his mind with her blood lust. He recognised that she was going to make him hurt to quench that desire.
“Then we will have to take a different pleasure in the flesh.”
The beauty of her cruelty burned him raw from the inside out, and he began to feel the agony she was planning in his head. She strode towards him as she clapped her hands, demanding, “Bring the device.”
John heard the heavy rumble of the stone casket as it was dragged into the tent, and his insides turned liquid with fear. It didn’t matter how many times she put him in that thing, he never grew used to it. The gnawing emptiness of waking up to the cold brilliance that lit the inside of the casket. The ache of waking up and wondering if he was whole again. The helpless feeling of waking up wondering if this would be the last time.
She released his collar and yanked him away from the bed to sprawl on his belly in the centre of the jewel bright rug. He forgot sometimes how strong she was.
“He is virtually unused, are you sure you do not want to break your fast, Doctor?“
Her voice was sly and mocking.
“A pity to waste this flesh without tasting it first, hmmm.”
The silence that greeted her offer was painful, and John was grateful that his face was pressed into the rugs and hidden by his hair, because sometimes he felt a shame that rivalled his fear.
She kicked him hard and he curled up onto his knees again. She grabbed his head pulling it back, her hand hard across his mouth to silence him. He felt the remorseless knife as she gutted him. Ice cold fire sliced him while her hatred filled his head and the wet heat of his blood and the stink of what was inside him spilled out. His eyes were wide open and he stared ahead. He could feel his body falter as he tried to breath through an agony he couldn’t even begin to contain. But he did contain it, because she never allowed a sound to escape his mouth.
His vision darkened and as it did his panicked gaze was caught in sky blue depths. And as everything began to shiver and fade into black cold and white noise the last thing he was conscious of was gentle, dark blue eyes that held him so gently in their regard.
“If I take the time, sometimes he can last long enough to see me tear his beating heart from his chest. It truly is fascinating how much life there is inside this flesh, and how it strives to live. Just one more breath, just one more flutter of the eyes, one more heartbeat." She sighs, and for a moment her voice is soft, aching and almost sad. But the tone changed, replaced by something bright and eager and ugly.
"Before, we used to gorge on our food greedy for the life inside, but there was no thought, no finesse, only desire to have more, to take more. Now you are no longer food to us, we have discovered even greater pleasures we can take from you.”
She let the lifeless body drop to the richly patterned rug.
“And we have the Lanteans to thank for this. Before the virus to be Wraith was to be consumed with hunger. Now Wraith are more, Wraith are free. Wraith are unending.”
She stoped, her guests were not reacting as she had expected. The woman and the tall man are hard as stone, she cannot penetrate their minds, and while their faces show nothing but polite interest, they are surrounded with danger and she has taken care not to stand within striking range.
But she does not fear them. The shorter man, though, is different, with his strange blue eyes that burn cold and vast as the vacuum of space. It is as if she had read her death in his eyes, yet he is the weakest of them and should hold no threat to Wraith. Still she shivered a little and wondered if he could be Lantean. He had a look about him that filled her with dread, that made her want to get away.
“I grow weary. You should return another day.”
Her voice was even but, it rang a little hollow. She turned to leave but a hand grabed her wrist and twistwd her arm up her back.
“You haven’t finished the demonstration.“
The one they called the Doctor held her fast.
She struggled her talons stabbed and gouged at him as she twisted to face him. But something was wrong. There was an eerie green fire that sparkled across his skin wherever she tried to damage him. She felt the icy dead feeling of Ancient power, Ancient devices, and she knew.
“Lantean!” She hissed.
“Yes. Correct. Now finish what you started.” He shoved her away and she was surprised at his strength, when she had considered the taller man a much greater threat, or even the fierce warrior woman.
She stumbled towards the device and righted herself against it. She pressed the correct symbols and the heavy stone slid back to reveal the narrow chamber inside.
“What does it do?”
She hated the precise sound of his voice, but she answered him, even as she was looking for a way to escape. Thinking once they were all occupied with the stone chamber and the dead slave it might be distraction enough to give her a chance.
“It heals all wounds and brings the dead back to life. Put this inside and you will see.“ She poked a toe at the body on the rug, it still seeped blood but was undoubtedly dead.
“You do it.”
She didn’t want to get its blood all over herself, but they all stared at her waiting, so she did it. She understood when to bide her time so she easily lifted the body. She hadn't wasted much food on the slave so he wasn’t heavy, and Wraith are strong. As she dumped the lifeless form down inside the device, the Lantean came nearer. He pointed at the band around the slave's head.
“What's that? Take it off him and give it to me.”
She tried to pull the headband away, but skin and bone had healed around the spike and held it held in place. She had to prize it out of his head with her nails. She dropped the bloody metal into his outstretched hand.
“We use it to keep him docile. The spike destroys enough brain to make them slow and obedient and willing to serve, and as long as it is in place the device cannot repair the damaged parts.”
“And now it’s out will the device heal the damage it caused?”
She shrugged, “It might.”
“You don’t know?”
“Why would I? It is not designed to be removed.”
“Of course it isn’t. Alright start this thing up.”
She pressed the symbols in sequence and the heavy stone lid glided back into place. There was a vibration and an almost inaudible hum as the process began.
She felt a pinch at her neck and cold spread through her so rapidly she was still wondering what had happened as she dropped to the ground, dead.
“McKay! You said we couldn’t kill her until she fixed Sheppard.“
“Yes, in fact I said you couldn’t kill her, Ronon.”
“Rodney!” Teyla put such a wealth of disappointment and dismay into that one whispered word that Rodney couldn’t help the blush that flamed around the back of his neck and up across his face.
“It’s okay, I do know what I’m doing. I just needed to wait long enough for her to start it up, in case she’d keyed it to herself or had added some kind security measures.“
“But this is completely unknown. I have never heard even fables of a device that can restore the dead to life in this way.“
Teyla sounded a little ruffled, and Rodney knew she wasn't really interested but he answered her anyway.
“No, I suppose you haven’t. But I am familiar with it. We call it a sarcophagus.”
“You have seen such a thing?”
She still sounded strangely un-Teyla-like.
“Read reports, spoken to people who encountered them, and a couple of people who actually used one.”
“You let her die too quickly, McKay. I would have made her suffer.”
“I know you would, Ronon.” Rodney sighed, softly. “And while I agree she deserved something slow and painful for …what … what she… I uuh… I didn’t want her to get away or make enough noise to attract the attention of the guard outside.”
“So can we get him out of that thing? Can we get off this fuckin’ planet?“
Ronon was his usual self, impatient for action.
“You and Teyla can transport up to the Phoenix, I’ll wait until the sarcophagus has finished.”
Teyla came to stand beside McKay, she touched his shoulder briefly.
“Will John be alright?“
Rodney didn’t speak, he stared at the heavily raised cartouches that decorated the stone device. He’d never been interested in Ancient Egyptian, but he’d picked up a few things over the years he’d studied the stargate and the G’ould devices at Area 51, so he recognised some it. Every sarcophagus had some part of this lament engraved on its surface. But the sentiment of the words had never really struck him before Finally he answered Teyla.
“I don’t know, I hope so. These things are supposed to work every time.”
“But?”
“But this is the Pegasus galaxy so things never turn out exactly how you’d hope.”
“And if he’s not alright?”
“Then I’ll find a way to fix him.”
Teyla’s smiled and squeezed his shoulder again.
“I know you will.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“I wanted to make sure you knew that too, Rodney.”
link to Return part two
Has to be at least season three. No specific spoilers and inspired by the idea of David Hewlett as Dr Who, "The Doctor" He's not, but the idea of him leading the team made me kind of hot for it.
And this is also sort of be careful what you wish for and a gut reaction to the genetic meddling that lead to the retro virus and to Michael. After all who says that the Wraith would be warm, cuddly humans. Also the idea of the slow gradual bleed-through from the Milky Way to Pegasus means that Go'uld tech could so easily end up in the wrong hands.
Disclaimer
No infringement is intended, this is written for fun not for profit and not intended to detract from the writers, producers or the actors who created SGA. Please don’t sue me.
Part one:
Fall from Grace.
Adult in content, nasty stuff happens!
return, oh, return!
When I see thee not
My heart sorrows for thee,
My eyes ever seek thee,
Quote: Some lines from a song attributed by some as The lament of Isis
Part one:
He waited quietly for what would happen next.
He didn’t actually care what was going to happen. Not much, anyway. Not that it mattered if he did care, because it made no difference. But waiting, that was the hard part, the part that had been difficult to learn.
His collar was chained to the usual metal ring fixed at the end of the bed. He was kneeling where they left him. It was one of the few things he had managed to learn, to kneel where they put him. Seemed like whenever she asked him to do anything much more than that he started to forget, and he knew that was very very bad.
Even thinking about getting something wrong made his breath hitch in his chest and he'd start to pant, shallow and uneven. John reminded himself he wasn’t in any trouble, that he was doing what he’d been told. He was kneeling here where they put him, waiting. He felt the tightness ease in his lungs, he felt his breath become slower and sweeter as he calmed back down. It felt good when he got it right.
He heard the sound of the tiny glass beads and the tinkle of the metal bells as the curtains opened and she came in.
John remembered the one other thing that he always remembered now, and kept his eyes fixed firmly on his own hands that lay curled softly over his thighs. He was never going to forget those lessons.
“Your ways are strange to us but I want your trade. Let me show you…”
Her voice was soft, strangely gentle and there was always the slight hiss as she had to fit her tongue and teeth around the words. It wasn’t her native language after all. She did this sometimes, brought visitors and let them watch. Sometimes she even gave him to the visitors if she felt like it. He let the rest wash over him. Not listening to the words so much as the tone
Sometimes John wondered idly about his life before he came here. He knew he’d been a different person. He knew they’d done something irreparable to him here. Knew too that if they hadn’t done it he would not have survived.
“I believe our Doctor has some interesting…”
John hadn’t really been listening but when one of the visitors spoke her voice sounded in John’s mind like a siren. It made him shift uneasily.
“And we have many technologies, there’s bound to be something suitable even for your unconventional lifestyle.”
The sound of the second visitor’s voice filled John’s head in a way none but his mistress ever had before. The shock of it forced his breath out in a mostly silent gasp. But she was always aware of even a tiny infraction of the rules and he felt the knife sharp power of her yellow eyes as they slid to the dark corner of the tent and found him. He swallowed his fear as best he could when her mind exploded inside his head like a blazing super nova, crushing his thoughts until they bled away and he was left weak, and filled with nothing but her.
“Ah but we have technologies to rival even the Ancestors. Would you care to see a demonstration?” Her voice was soft and beguiling, but inside John’s head her thoughts spat and slithered like nest of snakes.
“Oh Really? Well by all means demonstrate.“
Her thoughts flared to an angry dagger in his mind, it was agony to contain it within the damaged cells of his brain.
“What the Doctor means is, please do honour us with sharing a demonstration, Uhurrsein.“
The soft voiced woman soothed his mistress a little and the white hot pain of her rage shimmered incandescent then melted away into the heat and unbearable itch of desire inside his head.
John shivered as his body responded. As raw aching, tissue-deep throbbed in anticipation. Heat swelled in his balls, and his body tried to ready itself. He swallowed hard against the flare of pain in the base of his cock, where it lay bound and limp because she always denied him release.
The sigh of music and the spicy warmth of Myrnn oil began to fill the tent. And suddenly the air was full of the scent of her pleasure. It was irresistible, he knew. She seduced them all so easily with a slide of her hand or a whisper of heat in her voice. Sometimes she would touch them, sometimes she would allow them to touch her. Often she would throw him across the end of her bed and let them all take their pleasure in him, while she used his mouth until she was done with it.
His throat was dry and he remembered her taste in his mouth, her pleasure in his head. Her voice was low and filled with anticipation as she purred.
“We will join.”
He glanced up through his lashes and watched unseen, as his mistress slid her hand up the inside of the other woman’s thigh. He was shocked when the woman grabbed his mistress’s wrist and prized the hand away. The stranger's voice was calm and quiet but her power and self possession were absolute as she said politely. “We will not, Uhurrsein.”
And there was a bloom of hatred in his head that might have made him gasp out loud, except at that moment a third visitor, a huge man John hadn’t even realised was in the room with them, stepped up behind the woman placing his hands respectfully on her shoulders. The message was clear. This woman is protected.
“Very well.” His mistress glared at the tall man and the woman who now stood as one, before she turned her eyes towards the other man and John could feel the way her body curdled at the thought of having to settle for less as she hissed.
“Then you shall have the honour of my bed.”
And John felt the flare of her desire to tear and gouge as she mated, an acceptable consolation for being thwarted.
“That won’t be necessary. I’m only interested in the technology.”
Something about this stranger’s voice soothed John even as his mistress seethed with hatred at his blunt words.
“Yourefuse!”
“The Doctor has sworn an oath! Until his quest is finished he is chaste. Our laws are sacrosanct. That was the agreement, Uhurrsein.”
The visitor’s voice was cool but it didn’t hide the sting in her words and John could not help flinching as his mistress swallowed his mind with her blood lust. He recognised that she was going to make him hurt to quench that desire.
“Then we will have to take a different pleasure in the flesh.”
The beauty of her cruelty burned him raw from the inside out, and he began to feel the agony she was planning in his head. She strode towards him as she clapped her hands, demanding, “Bring the device.”
John heard the heavy rumble of the stone casket as it was dragged into the tent, and his insides turned liquid with fear. It didn’t matter how many times she put him in that thing, he never grew used to it. The gnawing emptiness of waking up to the cold brilliance that lit the inside of the casket. The ache of waking up and wondering if he was whole again. The helpless feeling of waking up wondering if this would be the last time.
She released his collar and yanked him away from the bed to sprawl on his belly in the centre of the jewel bright rug. He forgot sometimes how strong she was.
“He is virtually unused, are you sure you do not want to break your fast, Doctor?“
Her voice was sly and mocking.
“A pity to waste this flesh without tasting it first, hmmm.”
The silence that greeted her offer was painful, and John was grateful that his face was pressed into the rugs and hidden by his hair, because sometimes he felt a shame that rivalled his fear.
She kicked him hard and he curled up onto his knees again. She grabbed his head pulling it back, her hand hard across his mouth to silence him. He felt the remorseless knife as she gutted him. Ice cold fire sliced him while her hatred filled his head and the wet heat of his blood and the stink of what was inside him spilled out. His eyes were wide open and he stared ahead. He could feel his body falter as he tried to breath through an agony he couldn’t even begin to contain. But he did contain it, because she never allowed a sound to escape his mouth.
His vision darkened and as it did his panicked gaze was caught in sky blue depths. And as everything began to shiver and fade into black cold and white noise the last thing he was conscious of was gentle, dark blue eyes that held him so gently in their regard.
“If I take the time, sometimes he can last long enough to see me tear his beating heart from his chest. It truly is fascinating how much life there is inside this flesh, and how it strives to live. Just one more breath, just one more flutter of the eyes, one more heartbeat." She sighs, and for a moment her voice is soft, aching and almost sad. But the tone changed, replaced by something bright and eager and ugly.
"Before, we used to gorge on our food greedy for the life inside, but there was no thought, no finesse, only desire to have more, to take more. Now you are no longer food to us, we have discovered even greater pleasures we can take from you.”
She let the lifeless body drop to the richly patterned rug.
“And we have the Lanteans to thank for this. Before the virus to be Wraith was to be consumed with hunger. Now Wraith are more, Wraith are free. Wraith are unending.”
She stoped, her guests were not reacting as she had expected. The woman and the tall man are hard as stone, she cannot penetrate their minds, and while their faces show nothing but polite interest, they are surrounded with danger and she has taken care not to stand within striking range.
But she does not fear them. The shorter man, though, is different, with his strange blue eyes that burn cold and vast as the vacuum of space. It is as if she had read her death in his eyes, yet he is the weakest of them and should hold no threat to Wraith. Still she shivered a little and wondered if he could be Lantean. He had a look about him that filled her with dread, that made her want to get away.
“I grow weary. You should return another day.”
Her voice was even but, it rang a little hollow. She turned to leave but a hand grabed her wrist and twistwd her arm up her back.
“You haven’t finished the demonstration.“
The one they called the Doctor held her fast.
She struggled her talons stabbed and gouged at him as she twisted to face him. But something was wrong. There was an eerie green fire that sparkled across his skin wherever she tried to damage him. She felt the icy dead feeling of Ancient power, Ancient devices, and she knew.
“Lantean!” She hissed.
“Yes. Correct. Now finish what you started.” He shoved her away and she was surprised at his strength, when she had considered the taller man a much greater threat, or even the fierce warrior woman.
She stumbled towards the device and righted herself against it. She pressed the correct symbols and the heavy stone slid back to reveal the narrow chamber inside.
“What does it do?”
She hated the precise sound of his voice, but she answered him, even as she was looking for a way to escape. Thinking once they were all occupied with the stone chamber and the dead slave it might be distraction enough to give her a chance.
“It heals all wounds and brings the dead back to life. Put this inside and you will see.“ She poked a toe at the body on the rug, it still seeped blood but was undoubtedly dead.
“You do it.”
She didn’t want to get its blood all over herself, but they all stared at her waiting, so she did it. She understood when to bide her time so she easily lifted the body. She hadn't wasted much food on the slave so he wasn’t heavy, and Wraith are strong. As she dumped the lifeless form down inside the device, the Lantean came nearer. He pointed at the band around the slave's head.
“What's that? Take it off him and give it to me.”
She tried to pull the headband away, but skin and bone had healed around the spike and held it held in place. She had to prize it out of his head with her nails. She dropped the bloody metal into his outstretched hand.
“We use it to keep him docile. The spike destroys enough brain to make them slow and obedient and willing to serve, and as long as it is in place the device cannot repair the damaged parts.”
“And now it’s out will the device heal the damage it caused?”
She shrugged, “It might.”
“You don’t know?”
“Why would I? It is not designed to be removed.”
“Of course it isn’t. Alright start this thing up.”
She pressed the symbols in sequence and the heavy stone lid glided back into place. There was a vibration and an almost inaudible hum as the process began.
She felt a pinch at her neck and cold spread through her so rapidly she was still wondering what had happened as she dropped to the ground, dead.
“McKay! You said we couldn’t kill her until she fixed Sheppard.“
“Yes, in fact I said you couldn’t kill her, Ronon.”
“Rodney!” Teyla put such a wealth of disappointment and dismay into that one whispered word that Rodney couldn’t help the blush that flamed around the back of his neck and up across his face.
“It’s okay, I do know what I’m doing. I just needed to wait long enough for her to start it up, in case she’d keyed it to herself or had added some kind security measures.“
“But this is completely unknown. I have never heard even fables of a device that can restore the dead to life in this way.“
Teyla sounded a little ruffled, and Rodney knew she wasn't really interested but he answered her anyway.
“No, I suppose you haven’t. But I am familiar with it. We call it a sarcophagus.”
“You have seen such a thing?”
She still sounded strangely un-Teyla-like.
“Read reports, spoken to people who encountered them, and a couple of people who actually used one.”
“You let her die too quickly, McKay. I would have made her suffer.”
“I know you would, Ronon.” Rodney sighed, softly. “And while I agree she deserved something slow and painful for …what … what she… I uuh… I didn’t want her to get away or make enough noise to attract the attention of the guard outside.”
“So can we get him out of that thing? Can we get off this fuckin’ planet?“
Ronon was his usual self, impatient for action.
“You and Teyla can transport up to the Phoenix, I’ll wait until the sarcophagus has finished.”
Teyla came to stand beside McKay, she touched his shoulder briefly.
“Will John be alright?“
Rodney didn’t speak, he stared at the heavily raised cartouches that decorated the stone device. He’d never been interested in Ancient Egyptian, but he’d picked up a few things over the years he’d studied the stargate and the G’ould devices at Area 51, so he recognised some it. Every sarcophagus had some part of this lament engraved on its surface. But the sentiment of the words had never really struck him before Finally he answered Teyla.
“I don’t know, I hope so. These things are supposed to work every time.”
“But?”
“But this is the Pegasus galaxy so things never turn out exactly how you’d hope.”
“And if he’s not alright?”
“Then I’ll find a way to fix him.”
Teyla’s smiled and squeezed his shoulder again.
“I know you will.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“I wanted to make sure you knew that too, Rodney.”
link to Return part two
