Summary – "…bound to be a bunch of backwards, disease ridden-" Rodney broke off as the silence overhead suddenly made sense. Drabble, angst
Rating – PG
Disclaimer – I don't own them
Undeserved
"…bound to be a bunch of backwards, disease ridden-" Rodney broke off as the silence overhead suddenly made sense.
"Well," John murmured quietly to the physicist, "I guess we'll never know now."
He turned to the group. Teyla, Ronon and four marines.
"Search for survivors," he ordered. "Keep an eye out though, it looks like they were culled weeks ago but we don't want to take any chances. Teyla?"
She shook her head. "I do not sense the Wraith anywhere near."
Rodney bit his lip, following John into the village, no matter what they were they didn't deserve this.