Lonely Dreams and Uttered Plea's
A shudder. A shiver. A long winded sigh.
Rodney McKay convulsed around the booted foot that hit him in the stomach. He gagged and then stifled a whimpering little sound as his attacker loomed above him.
"No more, please, no more." Rodney managed to wheeze between swollen and cracked lips. He rolled his eyes up to his attacker, blinked in the dim light and tried to think through the haze of pain, exhaustion and the lingering drugs still running through his veins.
"Are you willing to give us the IDC for the gate now, Doctor McKay?" Said an amused voice and a tall figure detached itself from the shadows of the small cell.
McKay frowned, momentarily confounded.
"What?"
The figure leaned in, broke through the shadows until Kolya's face hovered above his own. McKay stared into eyes as cold and hard as ice, there was no mercy in those eyes, nothing but a blank mask.
"Give me the identification code for Atlantis, Doctor McKay. If you give it to me, you will be free to go." Kolya said, his voice low and smooth.
McKay's mind caught up to the moment and he glared. His mouth worked to form some witty remark but he could not come up with anything, only a dull, "No."
"Then you will never be free." Kolya said, he stood slowly, never taking his gaze from McKays purpled rimmed eyes, and left the cell. McKay's attacker did not leave, instead, he gave a snide laugh and delivered a blow to McKay jaw that send him reeling and then spinning into a sickening darkness.
A dream, a nightmare, cascaded over his mind with the weight of a waterfall. He was standing in the gateroom of Atlantis. He smiled slightly, glad to be home, and then he saw Elizabeth running toward him, her face pinched with worry.
Her mouth moved, she said something and alarm filled her eyes, Mckay could see her, but he could hear nothing. It was as if his ears were filled with wool, and only a strange, high pitched whistle filtered through. Elizabeth suddenly jerked to a halt, she looked to someone over McKay's shoulder and he turned to look as well.
He stared down the barrel of a gun, a gun held by Sheppard, who was watching him with steely eyes that flashed yellow and then back. McKay opened his mouth to ask what the hell Sheppard was doing, but a searing, blinding pain abruptly sliced through his middle and something hot spilled down his front.
McKay stared down at the blood soaking through his shirt, staining his hands. His legs buckled, the world spun. He reached for Sheppard but the other man only watched him fall, a sad look adorning his solemn features.
"Wake up, McKay." He heard Sheppard whisper forlornly.
And McKay did.
He woke to a bitter coldness that had sunk deep to his bones. He lay huddled on his side, so cold and stiff that he could not move, he could feel the thin, scratchy blanket covering him but it did nothing to keep him warm.
Nothing at all.
He shivered so violently that his teeth clattered together and he bit his tongue. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth and made him feel nauseous. He spat the blood onto the grimy stone floor.
If his memory served him well, McKay had been captured by the Genii for seven days, but he wasn't completely certain. The team had been on a mission to retrieve another unit when they had been ambushed by the Genii who had been disguised as villagers. In all honestly, McKay had made for an easy target. He had practically run right into the Genii's outstretched arms.
And from then there had begun a routine. They locked McKay in the cell, came in every couple of hours to beat and torture him into giving up the ICD for the gate. There was food, a thin gruel that barely sustained him, and water that tasted of rust. McKay had not given them the IDC, his will was strong, but not that strong and he knew he would either give in, or give up. How long could he survive like this?
The door opened. A squeal of metal grating against metal. Two booted feet came into veiw, walked up to McKay until they sat an inch from his nose.
"Get up." A harshly familiar voice snarled and gave a sharp kick to McKay's shoulder.
Struggling first to his knees and then his feet, McKay slumped against the stone wall. He shivered and sniffed weakly.
"What, Kolya too lazy to visit me in person today?" He said waspishly, glad when his voice did not waver.
"Shut up and get moving." The Genii soldier jabbed the end of his gun into McKay's arm and McKay flinched, but got moving. He sidled through the door, peering down the long hallways curiously. His cell appeared to be but one of many, identical to every other and he wondered who else was hiding behind those metal doors, whether they were broken or fraying. McKay felt like he was fraying at the edges.
They shuffled down the long hallway until suddenly a door appeared in front of them, blossomed from darkness and almost smashing McKay's face when he did not pause or even attempt to stop. He blinked and swore and then waited while the Genii soldier pushed it open.
Illuminated in the darkness was a chair, McKay could clearly see the restraints on the arms and legs, and even at the back of the chair. His whole body quivered in fear and anxiety. He really did not want to sit in that chair.
The Genii soldier pushed McKay toward the chair and then folded him into it. McKay was quaking in his shoes, he watched every movement of the soldier as he was quickly restrained. The leather bindings bit in his wrists and ankles and the one at his neck was painfully tight. The door slammed shut.
And then he was alone
McKay blinked against the sudden blur of tears, feeling stupid and weak. How could he have let himself get into this situation?
It was at least an hour before the door was opened again. Kolya stood framed by a pale light, his stance was one of power, arrogance. This was a man who knew what he wanted and how to get to get it. McKay stared hard at him.
"I won't talk, Kolya. I won't." He babbled.
Kolya walked further into the room, the door closed behind him, and stalked up to McKay.
"You will. Pain is an insentive, Doctor McKay, pain will make you talk." Kolya said.
"No."
"Oh, yes."
It was then that Kolya took from one of the table's linning the wall, a thin needle. He jabbed it into McKay's neck and injected the bluish liquid. The world tilted and spun as McKay shook his head.
"Never...Never talk." He managed to wheeze before his lips went numb.
"You will."
OOO
Atlantis
Three days had passed and Sheppard found himself losing control. He had not been able to stop McKay from being taken, that guilt was eating him alive. He was supposed to protect his team, the people he led. But he had not been able to save McKay.
"We will find him, John. Of that I have no doubt." Teyla said softly, calmly. Sheppard couldn't understand how she could see things so clearly. His mind was in utter chaos, if anything happened to Rodney…well, he didn't know what he would do.
OOO
McKay was bent forward, face almost pressed to his shivering knees, in the chair. Blood dribbled from his lips and nose, flowed from the multitude of cuts and scraps adorning his face. Kolya stood over him, holding a device similar to a wraith stunner, and then he held it to McKay so that it hovered above his bared neck.
"The code, Doctor, give me the code and I will let you go."
McKay managed a tittering laugh that crawled up his throat and spilled from his lips like a hacking cough.
"I won't, and you won't. Even if I did tell you the code, and I never will, you would never let me go."
"You're right, of course. I would keep you as a hostage, and perhaps over time I would sell you. I know of many people who would pay dearly for the famed Doctor McKay."
McKay gulped.
"Not…going to…tell you." He hiccuped.
"For now." Kolya drawled.
He drew his arm back and struck his weapon across McKay's kneecap, shattering bone and causing McKay to scream in agony. The screams lasted a long time, bouncing against the metal walls to reverberate back to him. The scream died off to a whimper.
Kolya pressed the weapon to McKay's neck and pulled a leaver. A powerful jolt of electricity coursed through McKay's body, forcing him to twitch and jerk and pull at the restraints in helpless movements.
"Tell me the code."
McKay said nothing, he kept his head down and gasped in each painful breath, hoping his would black out soon.
"Tell me the code, Doctor." Kolya hissed.
McKay shook his head from side to side. No, he wanted to say, but his mouth would not work.
Kolya slammed the butt of the weapon to the muted man's temply and watched him crumpled against the chair. He found McKay's stubborness enjoyably, for he knew it would not last long under his attention.
"Take him back to his cell." Kolya ordered and one of the Genii soldiers came in. He untied the unconcious man and dragged him by the scruff of the neck down the hall.
McKay blearily opened his eyes to watch small lights pass overhead. He did not understand how he was moving, could feel nothing by the agony in his left knee, but he knew that he would not last long.
The world shuddered as he was tossed against a wall and the door slammed in his face. He sank to the ground where he curled into a pitifull ball and cradelled his shattered knee.
His mind slipped, slid down a long tunnel and he then dreamed.
He lay in the infirmary, still, silent. Carson leaned over him, a kind expression on his always kind face. There was a moment when McKay felt relief unlike anything else, and then the world was ripped apart at the seams. Pain flashed across his vision like ribbons of crimson red.
Carson watched him convulse on the bed, stood back as McKay lay dying before him. He reached out his hand to the kindly Doctor, and watched as he was silently ignored.
He died in front of his friend, twitching in the last moments, struggling to regain himself. But he died.
His soul left his body, the last strings of his mind straining to keep him attached. But they snapped, like pulling a tooth, and he was suddenly numbed from his body, floating in an abyss of nothing.
Nothing.
A great sadness pulled at him, told him that no help was coming, because no one wanted to help him. No one was willing to save him.
McKay woke and the day began all over again.
But this time, he felt an utter loneliness and the hope that usually lit his blue eyes, faded away.
Should I keep going with this story or shall it be a oneshot?
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Alerix Slynn