Summary- when I mission goes wrong Rodney finds out how cruel can one person be to a captive…will Rodney make it out alive? –Please Read and Review -

A/N- I own nothing except the Givers and the Takers. Those races are mine

Drowns my spark

Chapter 1- The Givers and the Takers

Gun shots rung out in the night as Rodney ran with the team back to the gate. This was a race they never saw before, the race called themselves the "givers", but from what the team found out, these people are far from giving.

Rodney looked ahead of him and saw the gate. A small smile spread on his lips, 'home.' He thought but his thoughts were interrupted. An energy blast hit Rodney's leg as he fell to the floor, his team not even noticing. Dirt gathered in his lungs as he tried to call out to the team but it was too late, they already left through the gate.

Rodney felt like screaming as he tried to crawl to the gate. His fingers grabbed numbly at the dirt as he dragged himself along. Unfortunately he didn't get far, the Givers stopped him.

The leader stood in front of Rodney and lifted him up by the back of his shirt, "What is your name?" The Giver asked as he handed Rodney to the others to hold him up, "R-Rodney Mckay." Rodney said with a cough, he had nothing to lose. The Giver smirked at Rodney, "Where are the others?" The Giver asked as Rodney looked down.

The Giver forced Rodney to look at him, "I am Ta'taka, Leader of the Givers. I demand that you tell me where your friends have gone?" Ta'taka said as he looked into Rodney's eyes. "Go to hell..." Rodney spat out at Ta'taka. Ta'taka glared at Rodney and punched him in the stomach. Rodney grunted in pain as Ta'taka smiled, "You have a fiery spirit…we are going to have to change that" Ta'taka said as Rodney looked down to the ground.

"Take him to the base and put him in the cell with the Takers." Ta'taka said as the men that were holding Rodney started to drag Rodney away to the cell.

At the base-

The men threw Rodney in the cell very roughly. Rodney hit the wall with a grunt as he slid down the side of the wall. Someone approached Rodney curiously, "Hello…I am Tara. I am a member of the Takers. Who are you?" Tara asked as Rodney looked to her. "The Takers? I've never heard of that race…oh…uh I'm Rodney…Rodney McKay." Rodney said as Tara nodded.

"Yes we are the Takers. We are the opposite race of the Givers. We Take from the rich and the Givers and donate to the poor and less fortunate." Tara explained as Rodney nodded, "Typical Robin hood act." Rodney muttered to himself as he sat up right so he wasn't on a slant, bad for the back.

"Then why do our captures call themselves the Givers?" Rodney asked, "They give to the higher powers to maintain authority of the land. Their system is corrupt and my race can see that. That is why we are here." Tara said as Rodney nodded in understanding.

"What exactly is going to happen to us?" Rodney asked as he tried his best to fight the fear that was taunting his mind. Tara looked down, "They will examine us, put us in separate rooms, put us to work as slaves or just beat us for information we can't give and ultimately in the end….we will die here." Tara said as she kept her voice low so the children in the room wouldn't hear her. Rodney looked ahead as the fear in his mind grew fast. All he could do was sit there and wait to see what will happen to him next.

TBC

Review and I'll update this is my first chapter story for Atlantis and my first no slash story.