Hello, yes, I've finally gotten around to posting this story. I hope all you freaks out there like it, the idea came to me at night, as they usually do, rudely interrupting my thoughts, but I'm glad they have no manners. I don't own SGA or its characters, so yeah, just try and sue me:0D

Trepidation

By: Aweena

Chapter 1

The planet was dark and damp, fog limited his sight. Truthfully, he didn't see a reason for them to be there. Any of them. Even Rodney, despite his own explanations for putting himself and the rest of the team on a planet with no life signs, and a frost-covered dirt-rock ground. John held his P-90 close as he led his team through the pin forest with that uneasy feeling, the feeling that things weren't right. No life signs? The planet was livable, at the least, with signs of a civilization, but no civilization. Like they picked up and left, just like that. He was sweating, despite the coolness of the air surrounding him. He felt the salty liquid drip into his eyes behind his night vision goggles, and he blinked it away, ignoring the irritation. He heard Rodney breathing heavily behind him, Teyla's and Ronon's quick but quiet footsteps and he realized through his thoughts that his pace had quickened the past mile, and was even more surprised that Rodney hadn't complained, yet. It must be some puzzle to puzzle Rodney and to force him through an eerie forest, just to see the next Pompeii. John felt they were close to the end of the seven mile hike, and his thoughts were interrupted by Ronon's voice.

"Something's not right," he said quietly.

"I think we've established that. It's why we're here, remember?" Rodney said, as though he was speaking to a child.

Ronon sent him a glare, but said nothing.

"What do you mean?" John asked, now at a full stop, and the others did the same.

"I feel we are being followed," Teyla said in a whisper. "I have had this feeling the moment we left the 'gate area."

"Same here. Like they're watching. Like someone's waiting for something. I can smell them," Ronon said.

"Smell them? What did you eat today?" Rodney said.

"Rodney," Sheppard warned, and turned back to Teyla and Ronon. "I've felt the same. We should head back to the 'gate. No life signs means no humans or Wraith, doesn't mean there aren't any animals out there. Keep your eyes open."

"But we're almost there! We can't just go back!" Rodney said.

"We're going back, Rodney. When the Deadalus gets back, we can be beamed into the village. Until then, we'll resume our schedule of our mission to that math planet," John said.

"Tygon," Rodney put in.

"Whatever. Com on, let's head back," he told them, and they began the trek back to the 'gate.

They were five minutes into the walk when both Teyla and Ronon stopped. Ronon pulled his weapon slowly, aiming it into the darkness. Noticing the absence of feet rustling, John turned around, Rodney following suit. John didn't say anything, because he'd finally heard it, they all did. He could hear breathing, quick and ragged, but it wasn't from his team. No, he heard more that one set of lungs. Three, more? Slow footsteps. Quiet, but not inaudible. His grip tightened on his weapon as he looked in the direction of the breathing, but he saw nothing but green darkness, green tree trunks, and a green Ronon. He felt nervousness, even panic creeping throughout his body, his face becoming numb, his hands trembling in its gold on the gun. The breathing continued. The footsteps continued. He saw movement to his right, but it was only Rodney. Poor Rodney, checking the life signs detector shakily. He looked at Sheppard and mouthed, "Nothing," and he could see the look of confusion and fear on the scientist's face, despite the large goggles planted on it.

The footsteps quickened, scattering, surrounding them. Sheppard could swear they were right in front of him, but he still saw nothing. His hand went slowly to his goggles, the other still on the trigger of his P-90, and he pulled them off. His eyes grew wide at the sight before him, and he pulled on the trigger as the man-like creature lunged at him. It tackled him to the ground, the bullets barely phasing it, and he saw the others swing around to face the fight.

"Take them off!" he shouted before the creature landed a blow to the side of his face, dizzying him for a few seconds, and he tasted blood in his mouth. He felt his ribs crack as the creature's knee met with his side, and he cried out in pain. His P-90 was ripped from his body, and thrown aside, but he put his hand to his side-arm, feeling the cool metal against his fingers. He pulled his 9 mil and put it to the creature's head, pulling the trigger. Its head flipped back, but it did nothing else but make the creature angrier. That was when he got a good look at it. It had a dominant brow ridge; its ears were pointed at the top. And its mouth. Normal teeth, all but the canines, which were inhumanly longer, and sharper. A vampire? What in the hell was going on? Then he heard a scream.

"Teyla!" he shouted, struggling under the strength and weight of the dubbed "vampire." He had now lost his gun. His side was throbbing in pain with every beat of his heart, and his vision grayed dangerously. He blinked a few times, and pulled his leg up, now able to reach the knife in the side of his boot, pulling it from its sheath and he prayed his theory would become a fact. The vampire bared its teeth at him, and he swore it was ready to bite, but he jammed the blade into the vampire's chest, feeling cool liquid spraying his face, hearing the creature scream, and then he remembered Teyla. He pushed the creature's body off of him, ignoring the pain it caused, and fought to gain his legs. Teyla was sprawled on the ground unconscious, crimson liquid pooling from her neck.

Rodney was also unconscious, but seemed ok. He looked to Ronon, who was battling two of the creatures on his own. John reached down and jerked the knife from the dead body, then charged at one of the two remaining creatures surrounding the Satedan. He didn't give the creature time to attack as he immediately slid the knife through the creature's flesh, turning away from the look of surprise and pain on its face. When he stood, he was only knocked back to the ground by a body. Ronon's body. Unconscious body. The land nearly knocked him out as pain screamed in his head, searing away his flesh. Suddenly, the weight was removed, but that didn't stop his eyes from closing, it didn't stop his mind from shutting down. But it made it a hell of a lot easier to swim in the ocean of lethargic oblivion.

And there is my first chapter, I hope you all like it! Please review, they help a lot, there's no reason not to, except that you hate me...wait...nooooooo! You all hate me! I'm going to eat ice cream all day and throw it back up and send it to you all! Bwa ha ha ha! Yes, I do think you needed to know that, bie:0D