So I just found this lurking about on an almost forgotten zipdrive. It was something I started my senior year of high school in a fit of boredom and ended up filling five notebooks with writing. I haven't yet finished typing up what I have written, but now that I just might start that again. But for now I'm going to throw up what I do have for fun. I must warn you that this is rated Mature for a reason, there will be graphic sex scenes (and one small attempted rape one) and very vulgar language.
Anyways, please enjoy and the next bit should be up tomorrow sometime. And the search for those notebooks will begin as well!
I
Elizabeth Weir sat in her customary chair in the conference room and appraised the member s of her number one team. Colonel John Sheppard was relaxed in his chair but a big grin gave his excitement away. Dr. Rodney McKay was bouncing in his seat ready to launch into a continuous stream of dialogue that may or may not pertain to the mission from which they've just returned. The Athosioan leader, Teyla Egmmana, sat calmly but her eyes sparkled. The last and latest member was the only one who did ooze an air of excitement. Ronon Dex was slumped in his chair, to all appearances bored. But Elizabeth wasn't fooled. Tense muscles and watchful eyes indicated his fierce fighting skill and intense concentration. As if he could feel her eyes upon him- and he probably could- Ronon lifted his head to meet her eyes in a hard gaze. Elizabeth shifted slightly in her seat, the only sign she was uncomfortable under the Sadaten's scrutiny. She broke their little staring contest to start the meeting.
"I take it you found something interesting on MX5-261."
Rodney opened his mouth to begin what was no doubt a lengthy diatribe but before he could, the Colonel cut him off.
"Space pirates."
Elizabeth blinked. Whatever she had been expecting, it was not that. "What do space pirates have to do with your mission of finding ZPMs? Or is it that I should be expecting an armada on Atlantis' doorstep within the day?"
Sheppard grinned at her jump to the worst case scenario, but living in the Pegasus galaxy did that to a person. "Naw," he drawled, "Rodney take it away."
Rodney began to babble, filling Weir in on the happenings of the mission. A standard recon had the team in a firefight with afore mentioned pirates.
"They ambushed us. Probably looking for plunder of something. However they were poorly armed and we easily overtook them," Sheppard said, continuing the story, "We questioned them about the ZPM Intel that had us on that planet. What they told us was far better them that info ever was."
"The pirates have a fully powered ZPM!" Rodney burst out, "Now we have a location and we know that it's fully powered- so we won't be wasting our time on something useless- and that alone will power Atlantis' shields for 69 years!"
"69?" John teased him.
"I did the math," Rodney replied defensively.
"Going back to the ZPM," Elizabeth broke through the familiar banter, 'Where is it exactly?"
"Well," John was a bit hesitant, "Apparently it's buried."
"Buried treasure," Elizabeth deadpanned.
Sheppard rushed on, "Only the commander of the pirate fleet knows. So I figure we get a spy onto their home planet, gain the pirate's trust then find just where "X" marks the spot."
Elizabeth looked doubtful, "Where is this pirate home world?"
It was Rodney who answered, "We slapped on of my tracking devices onto their ship. With the damages it has received, it should be limping home right now."
"So we'll have a few days to prepare then I'll take a puddlejumper through the nearest gate and go from there," John reasoned. "Look, this is the closest we've come to finding a fully functional ZPM. God knows we can use it. I say we give this a chance." John turned a determined face to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply but Ronon beat her to it, "I'll go."
"What!" John and Elizabeth cried together.
"Sheppard is military commander and has the ATA gene. He would be more useful staying close to Atlantis. Besides," Ronon shrugged, "It might take months to successfully infiltrate the pirate's circle. I should be the one to undertake the risk."
"Wait a minute," Elizabeth commanded their attention, "What makes any of you think I'll authorize such a mission? What do we even know of these people? If they are threat to Atlantis?"
Rodney grinned, "In addition to putting a tracker on them, I also managed to download a copy of their mainframe."
"Meaning?" Elizabeth prompted. Sheppard rolled his eyes and Teyla smiled as Rodney proceeded to inform Dr. Weir with detailed plans on how to comprehend the stolen info. Ronon was giving Elizabeth a pointed look and she turned the conversation back to the matter on hand.
"Once Rondey has provided more information regarding these pirates, I'll make the decision whether or not to pursue this. Right now I'm hesitant to send anyone on a month's long escapade as of yet."
The meeting obviously over, Rondey jumped up and rushed off to his labs. John and Teyla walked out together and Elizabeth left the room with Ronon Dex still sitting at the table. She moved through the control room to her office, where the many concerns of the city awaited her. She sat behind her desk, failing to notice the presence that followed her there.
"I would be better for this mission then Sheppard," Ronon's voice caused Elizabeth to startle.
"Ronon," She sighed, but was cut off by him, "For seven years I have been alone. Running through countless wildernesses on countless planets, being trapped in a city of steal and chrome," he placed his hands on her desk and leaned towards her, his voice deep and rumbling, "I need a respite from it. A challenge."
Elizabeth looked up into his dark eyes, astonished that he was reveling more of himself then she had ever seen.
"Besides," he said, drawing back and crossing his arms across his chest, his walls back up, "Sheppard will only mess things up."
Elizabeth smiled faintly at him as he strode away.
II
Elizabeth hadn't seen Rodney in four days before he burst into her office on his normal caffeine high, chattering nonstop about codes, math formulas, and unlikely probabilities. She didn't even try to keep up. Instead she radioed the rest of the team to her office for a common, impromptu meeting.
Rodney was busy tapping things on his handheld which transmitted to the flat screen, filling it with numbers as John, Teyla, and Ronon straggled in. Another tap to the laptop had rapid lines of English scrolling across the screen.
"So after hours of strenuous work, I managed to crack the code they had in place to safeguard their secrets."
"Come on McKay, get to the good stuff," John called out from his perch on the corner of Elizabeth's desk.
"Yes, well, if you have your mind set on interrupting every five seconds, then I might not get to the 'good stuff'," he retorted with his familiar sarcasm.
"Rodney," Elizabeth gently chastened.
"Anyways, "Rodney continued, "We now have information regarding their fleet, weapons power and hierarchy. Very interesting really. They are capable of space travel and have formidable weapons- got nothing on Atlantis however- but as a race they are pretty primal. Very much into the whole burn, rape, and pillage act."
"So we can assume their ships were stolen then?" it was Teyla who voiced the question.
"Actually no. Unless they've conquered an entire civilization, there is no way they could have stolen a fleet of twenty or so ships. Besides, they are all of the same design more or less."
"Twenty?" Elizabeth repeated, "Are they going to be a threat to Atlantis?"
John Spoke up then, "We gave away nothing to the pirates we encountered on MX5-216."
Rodney continued, "Our weapons are also far superior and what remains of our current ZPM will hold the shield for a short while."
"So we are in desperate need of this ZPM." Elizabeth confirmed.
"Of course we are!" Rodney near exploded, "The Wraith could come swooping down on us at minute!"
She nodded, "Very well. I just wish to avoid another situation like MXP-859. Now tell us about their base world."
Sufficiently sobered, Rodney continued his debriefing, "Their fleet orbits this planet here." He pointed to a star chart that appeared on screen. "There is a city- if you can call it a city- about fourteen clicks from the Stargate. This is where their "Queen" holds court. She is the one who knows where the ZPM is hidden."
"Excellent!" John jumped to his feet, "I'll go through the gate and worm my way into their ranks."
"No." Elizabeth stated, also rising to her feet. "I want Ronon to go."
"But-"she held up a hand to forestall John's protests.
"You are military commander and a vital part of this expedition. The last thing I need is for you to disappear for months into a group of dangerous rouges and vagabonds. Also Ronon is very experienced in survival in this galaxy. He will blend in better." Ronon nodded solemnly at her while John pouted. "Ronon, you have three days to prepare. Rodney I want to you to send me a complete copy of all this information. John, you and Teyla will find and train some of the fresh marines to fill Ronon's place on your team" She nodded and sat back down as the team filled out. Ronon paused in the doorway.
"Thank you." And he was gone.
III
The morning three day hence found Elizabeth on the balcony above the gate room watching the Stargate come to life. Her eyes latched onto Ronon's form as he crossed the gate room to stand in front of the active wormhole. Dressed in his leathers with his favorite overcoat and armed to the teeth, he certainly looked the part of a pirate. He turned and caught Elizabeth's eye. She raised a hand in farewell and he nodded and turned away through the gate. "Stay safe," Elizabeth whispered to him under her breath.
That was the last anyone saw of him for the next six months. During that time John burned through marines faster than a box of matches. No one suited his standards. No one could replace Ronon. Teyla amused herself by kicking their asses and John's at stick fighting. Rodney was practically oblivious to Ronon's departure but for a half mumbled comment about 'wild bears no longer eating all the good food in the cafeteria.'
And Elizabeth, Elizabeth worried. On top of the normal pressures of running the Ancient city- and running into all sorts of problems along the way- she carried around a nagging worry for Ronon in the back of her mind. John noticed the heavy pressures on her shoulders in the dark circles under her eyes and the tight lines about her mouth.
"You need a vacation."
Elizabeth glanced up at her military commander lounging in her doorway. "So says you," was her reply before focusing back on her work.
"Carson agrees. He has also agreed to use his CMO powers to get you to rest. Even if it means strapping you to a bed in the infirmary." He paused when Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at him. "His words not mine."
"Well," she began slowly, "This must be serious if Carson Becket is resorting to threats. Tell him I will try to get in eight hours of sleep tonight."
"Elizabeth!" John near yelled, "that isn't going to help much. I mean, have you looked in a mirror lately? You look like death warmed over. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. So tonight, yes, you are going to get at least eight hours of sleep and tomorrow you and I are going to take the jumper to a tropical paradise and relax on a beach for a few days. Otherwise I will drag you down to the infirmary and help Carson tie you to a bed."
"You wouldn't."
John ran a hand through his already messy hair. "Elizabeth, you're my friend and my commander. I care about you. So yes, I would."
She sighed, "Do you really think having both the head of this expedition and the head of the military forces gallivanting off together is wise?"
He smirked at her, "Worried about what people might say?"
Elizabeth glared at him, "I was more concerned that on the off chance something should befall us off world, this expedition would be without a head of command."
"Relax. I've checked out the planet myself. A small population who keep to themselves, no special Ancient artifacts or enough people to warrant a culling. We'll be perfectly safe."
"Alright," Elizabeth consented, "When faced with the choices presented, I'll have to go along with your vacation plan."
"Really? You'll come for three days?" A relived grin split his face at her nod. "I thought I'd have to do a lot more convincing than this."
"I think you mirror comment got my attention," she said wryly.
"Oh? So all I had to do was appeal to your vanity?"
She fixed him with a look. "Out," she said, pointing to the door. "If I want to be in bed by nine I need to get some work done."
"Don't forget your bathing suit!" John called over his shoulder as he left.
Alone in her office, Elizabeth allowed herself an eye roll.
The next morning dawned with Elizabeth in bed long past her normal waking hour. Still she was up early when she stepped into the control room carrying a small backpack. John was waiting there with his arms crossed. "I had a feeling you'd be up already."
She shrugged, "I guess I'm so out of practice at sleeping in, I'll have to build the skill back up in increasing measurements."
John did not refrain from rolling his eyes at her. Then turning to the gate tech, "Dial it up, Dr. Weir needs to catch up on her sleep."
As the morning sun began to filter through the stained glass windows of the gate room, Elizabeth found herself be pushed through the ring of the ancestors.
Immediately upon arriving on the other side of the wormhole, she turned and punched John n the arm. Hard.
"Ow," he said dramatically, clutching his arm, "What was that for?"
"For throwing me through the gate. I am perfectly capable of walking through on my own."
"Well you were just standing there, lost in your thoughts. So I decided to get you moving before you changed your mind."
"I made the decision to come and I am going to follow through." She was aware they were both being childish but she couldn't bring herself to care.
"Elizabeth, we are here to relax. So relax!" With that John marched off, leaving Elizabeth to follow.
"Relaxing vacation my ass," she muttered as she walked. So lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the abnormal stillness in the air. Not until rough hands grabbed her from behind, one coming up to cover her mouth to stifle her scream.
In the distance there were sounds of gunfire but Elizabeth barely registered that as she struggled against the dirty, vagabond that accosted her. The hand covering her face moved away only to be quickly replaced by and grimly rage. Her struggles increased when she realized he was tying her hands together. Her attacker had a sallow pock marked face and she could see crooked yellow teeth when he grinned lecherously at her. Elizabeth shook her head violently from side to side to avoid his puckered lips but there was not much else she could to do to escape him. He had her bound and pressed roughly against a tree.
"Such soft skin, my pretty," he breathed foul breath across her face as he ran a hand under her shirt to roughly grasp a breast.
She whimpered in terror as he ripped her shirt off of her and struggled to pull down her pants, hearing them in his haste. He pulled her against his body and she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. Managing to get her pants down around her ankles, her attacker then turned her around and bent her over a nearby boulder before ripping her panties in two.
Elizabeth could hear his fumbling with his pants and all the fight left her at the hopelessness of her situation. All she could do was collapse against the rock and sob. Her attacker grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises and ground himself into her ass. She let out a muffled scream and began to struggle again. Then there was a loud roar and her attacker was pulled roughly away from her.
Her rescuer had grabbed the assailant and thrown him as far away from Elizabeth as possible. He then bounded over to where the man lay wheezing on the forest floor to kick him violently in the crotch. Through his pain, the attacker felt his hair being pulled, forcing his head back to meet the other man's fury filled eyes.
"Mine," the man growled then dragged his knife across the captive man's throat.
Elizabeth began struggling again when she felt the hands return to her hips, so set in her terror she didn't register the touch was gentle and there was a voice called her name. She felt herself being turned around and her bonds cut. Hands free, she began pummeling the man that held her.
"Elizabeth," he removed the gag, but the tears where to thick in her throat to scream now.
"Elizabeth." Still her she didn't hear.
He grabbed her wrists, hands easily wrapping around them and used a firm voice, "Dr. Weir."
She stopped and stared up at him astonished, "Ronon?"
Ronon's dark eyes met hers and she sagged into his chest.
"Oh thank God…Thank you…Man…Rape me…Ronon…safe…Ronon," she babbled. Ronon stiffened, hearing people approaching them.
"Elizabeth, do you trust me?"
She nodded, dazed, still caught up in her ordeal. Ronon grunted and pinched a nerve in the back of her neck. Then he was gathering her unconscious form in his arms, before turning to meet the people coming their way.
"Ronon," a lean man with a long scar running down his face hailed. "The sarcastic man has escaped through the ring. There must have been another one hiding in the forest. He picked off the guards surrounding the captive with a sniper's skill." The man stopped when he caught sight of Elizabeth naked in Ronon's arms. "Pretty little thing she is."
"Mine," Ronon declared, his arms tightening around Elizabeth.
Then the man with the scar caught sight of the man Ronon had killed. "Whoa. What happened to Dirty Richard?"
"He tried to take her. I killed him."
"I'd say," the man's eyes flickered between Ronon, the woman, and the man dead on the ground. "That dirt bag never learned to keep his hands to himself. I guess he had it coming. Tac! Borio! Strip Dirty Rich of anything of value, then burn him."
Two young men jumped forward, both grubby and scruffy looking. Scarface turned heel and walked off, with Ronon and the rest of the pirates falling in behind.
Scarface led the group back to their ship, issuing orders as he strode towards the bridge. "Ronon take your woman to your room then meet me on the bridge. I want a full report of what happened out there."