Title----Promises to Keep
Author-----Winnie
Rating------T
Disclaimer----I own no rights to Stargate Atlantis or the wonderful characters and wish only to play around for a while
Comments-----Dedicated to Pamela, who has such great taste and is such a wonderful sounding board. I love the pictures she does for my stories and hopefully she'll do one for this story.
PX713-29, was the gate number to a planet John Sheppard wished he'd never heard of, let alone visited. He shifted on the bed and sat forward, wincing when the movement pulled at he healing wound in his side. Whoever these people were they'd taken care of his injuries, but had yet to speak to him. They were humanoid in appearance, but there was very little humanity in their minds.
The trip through the stargate had seemed a good idea at the time, but right now he wasn't so sure he'd make the same decision again. How long had he been a captive of these people? Where were the others? Were they alive? Had they managed to escape back through the gate before it had been destroyed in the explosion that had resulted in his injuries?
John touched the bandage that covered the right side of his forehead, and wondered how bad the wound was. His head still pounded, nausea mounted in his stomach, and he knew he was suffering from the affects of a concussion. Maybe the silence of these people wasn't such a bad thing after all. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, opening them when he heard the familiar swooshing sound that signaled he had visitors.
"Go away," he ordered, but the voice that spoke brought him upright and glaring daggers at the man behind his kidnapping.
"Now, Colonel, is that any way to speak with the man who holds your life in his hands?"
"You sonofabitch!" Sheppard spat, reacting instinctively to the hated figure before him.
TBC