Title: Protector
Summary: "I wish it were as easy to stop hating as it was to start."
Spoilers: Anything from all three seasons is fair game though I don't think there will be any big ones.
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis is not mine. Only the story line and any made up characters that may appear in the story belong to me.
A/N: This is what comes about when you suffer from insomnia and watch old Startrek Voyager episodes to pass the time. Story idea is based on a Voyager episode called 'Nemesis'. I own nothing to do with Startrek, that sadly is somebody else's sandbox.
First chapter's a shorty, but I don't plan to make that a habit.
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John groaned as he slowly drifted back to consciousness, his whole body seemed to ache but for the life of him he couldn't remember what he'd done to put himself in that condition. Deciding to peel his eyes open he winced as bright sunlight assaulted him making his head pound, snapping them shut he pleaded for his head to stop pounding. It took a moment but he was finally able to open his eyes enough to look around. Seeing that he was lying in the back of a jumper everything suddenly came back to him in a rush.
Since Rodney was busy playing with some new Ancient toy and Teyla and Ronon were visiting the mainland for the weekend John had decided it was as good a time as any to take a couple of newly arrived Lt.'s out in one of the Puddle Jumpers to give them a chance to get use to flying them. Their mission had been simple scout out MX2-444 for any inhabitants and if there were none tag the gate to be harvested for the intergalactic bridge between Atlantis and Earth.
After coming through the gate the Jumper's sensors had detected life signs several miles from the gate. Deciding to check it out John had ordered the Lt. piloting to head that way. They'd barely been on the planet twenty minutes when they came under fire and started to lose power. Remembering something McKay had done once John had gone to the back of the Jumper to access the control panel back there, that was the last thing he remembered before waking up.
Lifting his head to get a better look at the damage John froze in surprise when he saw that the entire front section of the jumper had been ripped off and sat face down several feet in front of the back section. The front end had obviously taken the brunt of the impact since it looked like a tin can that had just come out of a trash compactor. The Jumper must have crashed squarely nose first then the force of the impact had caused the thing to snap in half. Closing his eyes in remorse John lowered his head back down; there was no way the two pilots could have survived. Knowing that just lying there wasn't going to get him home any fast John forced himself to his feet and staggered out of the Jumper. He'd barely gone five feet before he realized that getting up just then may have been a bad idea as darkness overcame him.
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The next time John came around it was to the sound of hushed voices arguing.
"We should just leave him here," a deep voice whispered harshly. "Or better yet we should just kill him. He is obviously allied with the Ishtan."
"We don't know that," another slightly higher pitched voice whispered back. "Does he look like an Ishtan soldier?"
"No, but his ship is similar to Ishtan design and he came from the direction of their lands."
"I don't care, I am the higher rank and I say we take him back and let the Commodore decided."
The next thing John knew hands were none to gently grabbing him and lifting him off the ground. He wanted nothing more than to struggle and fight back but couldn't find the energy to do so, before he knew it he blacked out again.