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Ronon snarled in frustration at his wound, the Wraith, and his life in
general for the past seven years. Stumbling through the darkened forest, his
breath sounding harsh in the cool, night air, he pulled out his blaster in
readiness of the fight to come. A Wraith hissed close behind him and he spun
around. But misjudging his balance, he fell and the Wraith closed in. A
burst of staccato gunfire sounded a ways behind him; the Wraith jerked,
and went down with many holes leaking ichors blood.
Ronon flipped himself upright and stared at his so-called rescuer still
hidden in the shadows. The figure ignored him and moved to the fallen
Wraith, taking out a knife and cutting into its arm.
Confused at the other's antics, Ronon staggered upright and headed for the
mountains in search of shelter.
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A year and a half earlier at the SGC
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Major John Sheppard wandered through the corridors at the SGC. Scientists
and Marines both were toting crates and bags of unidentifiable items, or
were just standing around waiting.
He looked around at all the unfamiliar faces and wondered what he was
thinking, taking this job.
"John?" An incredulous voice called from down the hallway. He turned. A
young woman dressed in a scientist's uniform stared at him.
"John!" she yelled and leapt at him.
He laughed and spun the girl around."I missed you too, little sister." he smiled.
She glared up at him, "I'm not your little sister, remember, I'm adopted!"
"Yeah sure, whatever Krisa."
"Will all Atlantis Expedition team members please start getting ready to
depart, thank you." the loudspeaker blared.
"Are you in the expedition?" Krisa asked.
"Yeah, I got drafted."
Krisa rolled her eyes, "Well I better get my stuff moved out, or at least as
close to moved out as I can get around here. See ya!" She smiled while walking
away and waved goodbye. John shook his head as he watched her bully a
couple of Marines to help her carry her various items.
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One month later
Hmm, Krisa thought, why did they want a person with a doctorate in the
general history of warfare again? It doesn't make any sense. I mean, I may
have a black belt in Kali with my double swords and all but other than that
I'm just a strategist, right? Oh well
"Hey! Dr. Allare!" A young African-American marine sprinted down the hall
towards the young doctor.
"Ford," Krisa replied with a hint of a smile. "So bright and chipper after
getting out of the hospital?"
"Yeah," he said with barely contained enthusiasm. "That entity thing didn't
do all that much to me, so I'm fine."
"So Dr. Beckett let you out early it would seem?"
"Yeah, said I was too hyper for any normal patient so he let me go."
Krisa smiled and shook her head.
"So, Krisa, wanna have lunch with me tomorrow, I should be back from my
mission in time." Ford asked with embarrassment.
Krisa looked at him. "Sure, where at?"
"You will! Great! Um how about at the East Pier, there's this really great
balcony that survived the flooding and was explored just a week ago."
"That sounds great, thanks."
Krisa smiled as Ford walked away whistling, and shook her head. John should
be happy, she thought, he always wanted me to "hook up" as he put it. Well
now I am.
--
Krisa woke up the next morning to the buzzer on her door. "Come in," she
called from the bed.
John activated the doors and walked through, chuckling at her appearance.
"John! I thought I said don't wake me up so early if it's not an emergency.
Evidently it's not, from your laughing."
"Nah, it's not an emergency. But I came to say goodbye, I'm going on a
mission today."
"Oh yeah," Krisa groaned, "That's right," she yawned, "Aiden told me he had
a mission today after he asked me to lunch."
"He did?" John raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, he did, and don't you go and be mean to the poor guy. You were the
one wanting me to get a boyfriend."
"No, no it's fine. I'm glad. At least I can keep an eye on him while he's
in my team."
"John," she glared, "Don't give him a hard time. Plus, it's only lunch."
"Yeah I suppose it is at that. Well I better be going, we go out at 08:00."
"Hmm, see you after the mission," she fell back into bed.
John grinned and left to go get ready.
--
Krisa walked into the control room after being summoned through her radio.
Dr. Weir glanced at
her and then at the open gate.
"What's wrong?" Krisa asked.
"The puddlejumper is stuck and Major Sheppard is in critical condition,"
Dr. Weir replied.
"What! What happened?"
"There is a strange bug sapping the life from his body, much like
the Wraith."
Krisa looked towards the Gate. Stay safe John, please, she thought.
--
John grimaced at the pain in his neck and tried to shift his position. Ford
glanced at him with worry clear on his face. "Ford," John said, gasping,
"that salt water thing hurt."
"Sorry sir."
"Please, don't do that again."
"Yes sir."
--
Krisa was pacing in worry in the control room. Dr. Beckett looked at her in
sympathy, "Look lass, why don't you sit down. It might help," he said.
A muffled argument came from where Dr. Weir was conferring with
Dr. Kavanagh.
"... I promise you I will dial the coordinates of a very lonely planet
where you can be as self-important as you wanna be." Dr. Weir snapped. "Do
you think I'm kidding?"
Krisa rounded on the hapless Dr. Kavanagh, "That is my brother out there
and you are worrying over a form of address from your commanding officer!"
Kavanagh grumbled as Krisa spun to start pacing again.
--
"Ford, I got an idea," John coughed, "Hit me with the defibrillator."
Dr. Beckett's voice came in over the radio, "You may be onto something,
Major."
"No-no, you said that might kill him," Ford said.
"John, I will not allow you to kill yourself," Krisa said from Atlantis.
"Relax Krisa, it might get this damn bug off," John replied.
--
Krisa looked at Dr. Beckett, then nodded. "Alright John, try it," she said.
There was a few moments of tense silence. Then Ford's voice crackled
through the radio, "This is Lieutenant Ford. The creature's successfully
been removed from Major Sheppard, but we were unable to revive him.
Both he and Teyla are now on the other side of the event horizon."
Krisa gulped and turned away from the gate, tears trickling down her
cheeks. Dr. Weir glanced at her and said, "Thank you, Lieutenant. Rodney,
you have seven minutes."
Krisa sat down in a nearby chair as Kavanagh shouted, "Wait. The rear
hatch. Blow the rear hatch. It should give you enough thrust to make it
through."
Krisa looked up again and nodded to Kavanagh in thanks. The jumper suddenly
shot through the event horizon and settled to the floor of the control room.
Dr. Beckett's medical team rushed forward to the open hatch of the jumper
and gathered up the team.
--
John awoke in the Atlantis infirmary. Krisa was sitting beside him reading
on a laptop. He sighed and stretched slightly. Krisa turned towards him
and smiled, "I'm glad to see you awake."
"I'm just glad to be alive," he replied smiling.
"You should sleep more, I'll go tell Dr. Beckett that you're awake."
"Hmm, okay, you do that," he said falling asleep once more.
--
Krisa smiled while walking out of the infirmary. She turned when someone
called her name.
"Krisa," Ford said, "I guess lunch was canceled."
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I was worried about John and..." she said. Ford
smiled and put his finger to her lips.
"Don't worry about just show up at the balcony I told you about tonight
okay?"
Krisa smiled," Sure, tonight then."
"Tonight," he replied.
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