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Part 2/?

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Chapter 2

Should I say something? He told me to "lay low" what is that supposed to mean? Should I trust him? He seems to be the same Jake that I knew before. But where was he and where are we going? Kyana wasn't sure of anything at the moment except the fact that she didn't know where she was going. "Ok. This is enough. Tell me what is going on!" She decided to compromise. She asked, but quietly enough that she could barely hear it.

"Fair enough." He looked around, and pulled her into a nearby hut, on the outskirts of the village. "Ok, I can't imagine how dumb this may look to you and you can't imagine how much I want to spill it all now, but please trust me. Please!" He knew that his words meant nothing to her, so he was relying on the delivery. It worked.

"Ok, but I want an answer, fast!" Kyana decided to forgive and trust him . . . for the moment. However, she still wanted control of the situation, at least for now.

"Where are your parents?" He said it so fast and with so much force that it almost scared her.

"They are in the main shelter." Answers now, explanations later.

"Go get them, and fast!" He was starting to really make her anxious.

"Ok." She hurried for the door. She was on a mission now, and nothing was going to stop her.

"Kya, wait."

She whipped her head around and looked back at him. His eyes were so caring that it made her even more nervous for some reason, and a little tendril of excitement wrapped around her heart, which suddenly beat much faster. How could she have thrown away her feelings for this man so easily?

"Be careful, and act natural." Those were not the words he planned to come out; not by a long shot. He was tired of holding all of these feelings back, but was trying to do his best in the situation.

"I will be back soon." She now trusted him again, although she wasn't entirely sure why.

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"So, what do you want to do first?" John asked everyone. He wanted to make sure that a good time was had by all. "Hey! Look Dad! There's Jadin!" The twins were always happy to see him. "Why don't you guys go play with him while your dad and I go for a walk?"

Elizabeth really needed a break, and she was overjoyed at the sound of just walking and talking. "Really?" They said this as they ran away, not letting their mom say her answer back.

"So I guess that I am free to go." Rodney said it as if he thought he was being held captive, but meant it as a sarcastic comment about what a joyous time he was about to have.

"Yes Rodney, you are free, but check back in an hour, just so that we know you are safe." John's small comments like that always drew Elizabeth's laughter.

After Rodney left, they started to head out, meandering through the festivities.

"Are you sure that we shouldn't check in with Teyla?" John said that almost as if he thought that Teyla was his superior. In his defense, when they were on the mainland, she kind of was.

"No, I think that she will be fine. I am already tired; there is no way that this walk can take long." Elizabeth had her heart set on walking.

For John, this always meant one of two things: either she was planning to bring something up in conversation that she had been wanting to talk about for a while, or she really needed a break form work and was afraid that Teyla would need her for something.

They just walked for a while in silence, looking at everything going on. Each year, the festival brought more: more people, more food, more noise, and more items for sale.

After a while, they silently decided to head to the outskirts of the village.

For John the tension was too much. "What is going on?" This wasn't like Elizabeth, and he was worried for her.

"I don't know. Something just doesn't feel right." Elizabeth felt a breeze, and hugged herself for warmth, causing John to slip a little closer (a not entirely unwelcome action). "What do you mean; with the weather? Yeah, it should be warmer by this time of year." He was happy that weather was the biggest issue bothering his wife.

"No, there is just something wrong with Atlantis. We got the thing with the Kyana straightened out, right?"

"Yes, it is cleared up."

Elizabeth glanced at him, arms curled around herself and a haunted look in her eyes. "Well, then why do I have a feeling like something big and bad is about to happen?" Elizabeth stopped and looked into her husband's eyes. She was worried.

"I don't know." He paused, too, and tried to choose his words carefully. "I feel the same, but not for Kyana. I feel it for Jake." He realized that this couldn't help, but he thought that it needed to be addressed. There was a moment of silence and they looked at each other as if they were carrying on a conversation. "We need to head back. Something is going on, and I feel that we are about to be needed."

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Teyla moved a little to the side and stared at the figure in the woods. Neither she nor Ronon could tell much, only that he was alone, and that he wasn't supposed to be.

Ronon could tell from the figure's demeanor that he was a threat, and not one that should be taken lightly. "We should move on, he is starting to notice us." He said it in that tone that he used when he was avoiding his predator.

Teyla glanced at him, concerned. This was not like him. Maybe he just wanted more of the story before he went trigger-happy, but still, it unnerved her. She didn't know how he could tell that the person was watching them; she was struggling just to see the profile.

She nodded in silent agreement, and just as they turned away, they heard footsteps coming. The feet were running, and fast. They looked in the direction of the footsteps. Ronon drew his gun. A familiar image emerged from the darkness. "Mom, Dad, come." Her voice was slow and fragmented, and undeniably frightened.

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"Ha ha! You are never going to catch up!" Jadin was always a little over confident, especially when it came to races. He always knew that he could beat the twins as long as he put his mind to it.

He was right. Alex and Skye were quite a bit behind—it would take a miracle for them to catch up.

"Uh . . .Jadin, I don't think that we are supposed to be here." Alex slowed to a jog, then stopped altogether. She was always the one to point out when either of the boys were doing something wrong. Usually, it was just annoyance, but this time, she was really concerned.

"Yeah, didn't your mom say to stay within the western borders? We left them a while ago, and I don't think that we should be here. It is dark." Skye stopped also. Sure, he liked the feeling of sneaking around and disobeying, but he knew that this was more than fun, it was dangerous.

"Wow, you guys sound like my parents." Jadin stopped and headed back to them; the race was off. "You just say that because you know that I am going to win." He paused and squinted up at the moon; it was almost time for the ceremony to begin, and he had better be there for it or he would be in big trouble. "Okay, you win. We won't race, but we can still play here." Jadin knew that he shouldn't be there: they all did. However, he liked being there. He didn't know if it was the feeling of knowing the land, and he did. He knew just about every nook and cranny, his mom made sure of it. Or, it could also be the sheer joy at the feeling of getting away with what he knew to be wrong.

"I know where we are, and we have played here thousands of times!" Jadin said proudly.

"Yes, but it never was dark, and our parents were always close by." Alex was trying to be good; really she was.

"Don't be such a baby." Jadin said as he walked over a picked up a stick. "Come on, let's just play. What can happen?" Jadin knew that he was winning.

"Are you sure?" Skye stepped forward, intrigued.

"Yeah, come on. Get your sword!" Jadin held the stick that he had just picked up as if he were starting a fight. Skye looked over at Alex, as if to tell her that they would be okay.

They walked over to the edge of the small clearing they were in, grabbed sticks, and turned to look at Jadin.

"So, what next, Jadin?" Alex loved playing pretend, and was excited about what was in store.

"No, not Jadin, I am Ronon of Sateda!" Jadin was more proud of his father then he wanted to admit.

"Can't you ever be someone other then your father? Come on! It is a little lame." Skye tipped his head of tousled dark hair to the side and made a face at his best friend.

Snap! The strange noise, almost like that of a branch snapping, came from behind the three children, further into the woods. But no one was allowed in the woods during the festivals—so what did that noise mean?

"Did you hear that?" Skye was getting nervous, which was a bit unusual for the boy who usually took after his sometimes overly-eager father.

"Owwwww!" Jadin screamed louder than either of the twin had ever heard in their lives. He fell to the ground and writhed in obvious pain.

"Oh my gosh!" Alex was scared, really scared. She whirled to her brother, who was standing frozen in shock. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard to get him to pay attention to her. "Skye—get Mom!"

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Kyana stood there, or at least that's what Ronon and Teyla thought. Their minds knew that it was their daughter, but it still didn't look like her, and thus their eyes were trying to tell them a completely different story. The woman that stood in front of them was breathless, tired, and her "perfect" outfit, the beautiful garment given to her by Kayla, was now torn in numerous places.

"What is going on?" Ronon stepped in front of Teyla with a look in his eyes saying that he was ready to kick butt--an understandable expression considering the circumstances.

"I don't know, just follow me." Kyana knew her parents well enough to know that she wasn't getting away with her short answer, but she was still going to try. She turned and started at a quick walk back in the direction she'd come, hoping her parents would follow. To her surprise, she heard footsteps instead of voices trying to stop her.

Are they really going to follow me? Does this mean that they trust me? I guess that I was more convincing. Just as she thought this, she felt a hand on her arm, pulling her to a stop and spinning her around.

It was her mother. "Honey, are you okay? You need to tell us what is going on. Your father and I are worried."

Teyla was right and Kyana knew it. Admitting it, however, was a totally different thing, but she knew the circumstances demanded that she do so. "Okay, I will tell you everything that I know so far, but we have to keep moving. Let's jog." Kyana turned and went to leave, catching a look from her dad as she did. It was rather frightening; she had never seen him so worried, and that was saying something considering that she had seen him in a lot of bad situations.

"Ok, so I was talking to Ariana when I heard Jake talking behind me, and he sounded like he was really worried. I started asking him questions, but all that he would tell me was that we were in trouble." Kyana decided to go with the short and sweet version to save unnecessary time and energy.

"Where was he? How did he get there? Who exactly is in danger?" Her father's tone had gone from worried, to controlling. It was not that he was trying to control Kyana, it was more like he was taking charge to protect her.

"He was talking to someone, I couldn't see the person's face, and he was near the western border of the settlement. I don't know how he got there, and I am not sure who is in danger. He just said 'we'."

Actually, she hadn't thought about these kinds of things. Where did he come from? Who could be in danger? Is it just me and him? My parents too? All of Atlantis? That thought made her pause and puzzle over the possibility for a moment. Wow! This could be bigger that I thought! The thought was not reassuring.

"Are you okay?" Teyla always went straight to emotions when it came to her daughter; however, Kyana wasn't sure exactly if she was referring to how she was feeling or to all of the injuries that her daughter had received in being half-dragged through the village.

"Yes, Mom, I am fine for now. We need to get to Jake and figure out what is going on." Kyana almost surprised herself with her mature answer; considering they way that she had been acting towards her parents recently, she hadn't been sure that she was capable of that anymore.

"So, is that all that we know?" There went Ronon, trying to take charge again.

"Yes, Dad, that is why we need to get there as soon as possible, we need answers."She bit her lip, wishing she hadn't spoken so harshly. She couldn't blame him for how she felt; if their positions were reversed, she would probably feel the same way.

Her parents had mixed feelings. They were happy that she hadn't been attacked, although her demeanor told otherwise. They feared for their daughter and what she had been through, wanting to know what they could do to help. They hated being powerless and wanted to get control as soon as possible. They all picked up their pace to a run; none of them talking, just thinking.

"To Be Continued . . ."

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