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Chapter 1:

They had searched the entire building, except for this room. Would they find her there?
Was she still alive?

John couldn't help the questions that formed in his head. He only hoped that the outcome would be positive.

As he walked to the door, and reached out to open it, he said a little prayer in his head. Something that he hadn't done in over 20 years. But for this, he did.

The door opened easily; it was unlocked. John stepped inside, with Ronon and Rodney covering his back. All three of them anxious to find out if this would be where they were going to find Teyla. Alive – or not.

John looked around and saw Teyla lying on a metal table which was tilted at 45 degrees. His eyes widened and he ran towards her. "Teyla!" John called. She didn't respond, and as he reached the table he noticed that her eyes where closed, and her face pale. Her wrists and ankles were attached to the table by metal clamps.

He called her name again while softly patting her cheek. She remained motionless.

Rodney stood at the end of the metal table with a shocked expression on his face. "Is she…" he trailed off, unable to form the question.

John reached out with his hand, carefully pressing two fingers against Teyla's neck. John sighed; relieved when he felt a pulse, slow and not very strong, but at least she had one.

"She's alive," he whispered. "Barely… We've got to get her out as quickly as possible."

Ronon nodded, and examined the clamps around her wrists.

"McKay, why don't you try and find a way to get her free of those restraints," John said as gently as possible.

Rodney nodded, and started to search for a handle. It didn't take him very long to find it, as it wasn't hidden. He pulled the handle, and the clamps popped open.

"Good work Rodney," John complimented hastily, moving closer to Teyla, ready to pick her up.

"Sheppard," Ronon said softly. John turned around and swallowed when he saw the needle Ronon was holding – empty.

"Take it with you, maybe Keller can use it," he answered.

John turned back to Teyla, and carefully lifted her up, her head resting against his shoulder.

"You got her?" Ronon asked.

John nodded. "I'll manage, let's go."

They moved towards the exit, John carrying Teyla, Rodney following and Ronon at the rear.

None of them expected the door to be closed.

John stumbled because he had to stop so suddenly. "Ronon… did you close the door?" John asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer...

"No," Ronon answered, as expected. He was already scanning their surroundings.

"Someone's here," Ronon whispered, signalling to the shadows at the end of the room.

John squinted, looking at the shadows for a moment. "I don't see anything…" he answered. But he trusted Ronon, so he stayed back with Rodney, Ronon moving towards the shadows.

Everything happened so quickly -John didn't even realise that Ronon was hit, until he went down.

Only a few seconds after Ronon collapsed, he felt a prick in his leg.

He'd been hit by a small dart.

John heard Rodney falling to the floor, and as he started falling as well – trying to shield Teyla – he saw him. Someone stepped out of the shadows, and into the dim light.

"Damn…" John muttered as his vision went blurry and his eyelids heavy, the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness being Michael's face.

xxxxx

Ronon launched himself at Michael, only to be thrown roughly to the floor again. It was of no use, since Michael's 'creatures' were protecting him too well. He would not give up though, no matter what.

They had separated them. Ronon was sharing a cell with Rodney, and Ronon hoped that Teyla and John were together as well.

Michael was standing in their cell, with 4 of his creatures surrounding him. He'd been asking them questions for the last 20 minutes. About Atlantis, Teyla and John.

Rodney had asked him what he was planning to do with them. And Michael had explained – in detail.
Ronon had heard more than enough, and stepped closer to Michael, yet far enough that he wouldn't be knocked away again.

He stood at his full height and glared at him.

"You'll regret this, I promise you – I will make you regret this," he told him.

Michael narrowed his eyes at him. "Your threats mean nothing," he answered. Then he turned and walked away, taking his guards with him.

Ronon growled, and grabbed the bars of the door as it was slammed shut in his face. He kicked and pulled at it in his frustration, but gave up quickly, since the door wouldn't budge.

xxxxx

John heard distant footsteps echoing through the halls. He looked up to see if anybody was heading their way, but the footsteps faded away, and didn't return.

He shifted Teyla slightly, since his right arm had gone numb. She had yet to wake up, and John was worried sick for her.
She didn't look well, and had not responded to any of the commotion around her.

John sighed, and tried not to think about all of the things Michael might have done to her, and her child.

Even though he was captured, with two of his team-mates 'missing' and the other one lying on his lap unconscious, John felt slightly better than he had in the hours that she'd been gone.

Every hour that Teyla had been missing, and that he didn't even know if she was still alive, had been torture for him. At least now – she was here, with him.

xxxxx

John snapped awake, momentarily disorientated.

He hadn't meant to fall asleep, and he cursed softly. John sat up slowly, trying to see something. The room they were in was now completely dark. And he wondered how long it would be until morning.

Teyla moved slightly, and John gasped. Would she finally wake up?

"Teyla?" he whispered, while searching for her head with his head. He felt her soft hair, and started to stroke it, encouraging her to wake up.

She moaned, and shifted again.
John repeated her name, and felt her squeeze his leg in response.

He smiled slightly, and laid his other hand atop of hers. "John?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's me Teyla, I'm here."

"Where are we?" she asked, trying to sit up.

John stopped her, laying his hand on her shoulder, and gently pushed her back. "You should take it easy. I don't know what Michael's done to you, and I don't want you to pass out again, alright?"

She sighed, and followed his request.

"We've been put in a cell. Not sure where in the building," he answered.

"How did you get here?" Teyla whispered.

John shrugged – and then realised that the motion would go unnoticed by Teyla since she couldn't see him. "We came to get you. It's a long story, but we found Carson, and he remembered this gate address," he explained.

Teyla gasped. "Carson?"

"Not the real one. He was a clone… but he didn't know that he wasn't the real Carson. We found him when we were looking for you. Michael had just left with you on his ship, and Carson was being held prisoner by him… Anyway, he's sick so he couldn't come with us."

Teyla was silent for a moment, trying to process all of the information John had just given her. She had a lot of questions, but her head was hurting, and she didn't have the energy to ask them all.

"Ronon and Rodney?"

"They were with me before, but they've probably been put in another cell by Michael," John answered.

"Did Michael do something to you?" he asked.

"He… injected me with something. Into my stomach," she answered. "I saw my people John… most of them are were still alive."

"When did you see them?" John asked.

"After Michael captured me, he locked me in a cell. I stayed there the first couple of hours but then he came to get me, and brought me to them."

She closed her eyes, and slumped against John, thinking happy memories about her people. She prayed that Michael hadn't done anything to them in the time that she was separated from them.

"Teyla?" John whispered.

"Hm-hm?" she responded, slightly slumbering.

"What do you think he wants from you?" he asked, something that had been nagging him from the beginning.

Teyla thought back for a moment, trying to clear her head. "He believes that my son is special, because both Kanaan and I have the Wraith gene…" she paused for a moment, laying her hands on her stomach. "There are some details that he needs to work out – considering his hybrids. And he planned on using my son for that."

"And you have no idea what was in the syringe?" John asked.

Teyla shook her head. "No, but I do not think that he has harmed him – not after one dose of the contents in the syringe. He needs my son alive," she answered, her voice strong.

"Don't worry, Carter will send another rescue team. We'll be out of here before he has another chance of harming you," John said.

Teyla nodded, allowing her eyes to slip closed again.

"Teyla? Are you ok?" he asked, worried because she'd gone quiet.

"I am fine. Just tired…" she answered.

"That's it, just tired?" he asked, knowing that she wouldn't want him to be concerned.

She sighed softly. "My head is also hurting, but it is nothing serious."

"You didn't hit your head did you? Cause you might have a concussion if you did…" John said.

"I did not hit my head, it is just a headache," Teyla assured him.

"Good. Well – maybe you should just get some rest then…" John suggested. He wasn't sure if it would do more harm than good, but as long as she didn't have a concussion, he was pretty sure it wouldn't cause her any trouble.

Teyla felt too tired to answer, and in response just snuggled up closer to him.

John clenched his jaw, and held Teyla as she fell asleep. Whatever Michael had done to her, it couldn't be good.

He had failed to get her back to Atlantis. Now all four of them were captured, and he didn't even know how Ronon and Rodney were doing.

What a team leader he was…


TBC!

A/N: Thanks for reading - and I hope you all enjoyed it :D