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Chapter 2: Mistrust

Elizabeth Weir tossed and turned in her bed as she slept. Her dreams at first had been peaceful and calm, she had been seeing Frega and Fagen and how their positive energy was infectious. She was in a field of green with purple flowers covering the hills watching the Believers pray to the Ancestors to thank them for life and their world and then boom! The next thing Elizabeth knew she was being pinned up against a wall by John. She had tried to forget the memories of John's wraith virus, but suddenly she felt like she was choking. Arguments, some recent, some old came to her mind. She had shouted at everyone at some point and all she could think of was the negative things. Memories of being held at gunpoint shot through her and she remembered crying in her quarters afterwards. Then, being choked by John re-entered her mind and all she could her was the thumping of her heart in her chest as the world slowly started to black out…

She woke up with a start, panting, covered in sweat. She threw the covers of her and climbed out of bed shakily. The thought of trying to sleep again was unappealing; she didn't want to dream anything like that again. She was only wearing hot pants and a strappy top, but she didn't care, she needed coffee to wake her up.

As she wondered through the halls of Atlantis she saw flickering of lights ahead. Feeling a wave of panic, she turned around back to her quarters. She could hear footsteps behind her…sounding like they were getting nearer and nearer.

All of a sudden, someone grabbed her from behind and shoved her against the wall.

"John!" She shouted in surprise. He looked angry, furious in fact.

"Go back!"

"Back where?" She said in confusion.

"Send more men, Elizabeth! I'm turning into a freaking bug! Fix it!" He grabbed her neck and started to choke her. She looked at him, it was like her dream all over again, as he suffocated her, she kneed him in the groin and ran. Running through the halls of Atlantis tears down her face, she ran to the control room. She didn't know where else to go. She thought about finding Rodney, Carson or getting Major Lorne to set up a security team, but she felt drawn to the Stargate…to find safety in the Kertorians. She halted in horror, as she looked at the night staff. They were all wraith…long grey hair, blue scaly skin, all acting as if they ran the place. She came up behind the wraith at the dialling controls quietly and looked around the room. In her haste, she unplugged a laptop and smashed him over the head with it. Once, she was sure the wraith was unconscious; she quickly dialled in the coordinates of the Believer's homeworld and ran through the gate.

"Good morning!" John said cheerfully, as he came into the briefing room before frowning at everyone's serious expressions. "Something wrong?"

"Oh nothing…oh yeah…Chuck got his head smashed in with a laptop." Rodney said casually.

John sat down and looked at everyone in confusion. "What? Who's Chuck?"

"He was the man stationed at the dialling controls, last night." Teyla said. "I found him early this morning." She said frowning.

"Oh my God…is he okay?" John said in shock. "Wait a moment, Rodney smashed this guy's head in?"

Ronan smirked. "In his dreams."

"No, I did not do it! And apart from a skull fracture, he's fine Colonel…what the more pressing matter is-"

John cut him off and he wasn't listening. "Teyla, why are you frowning like that?"

Teyla met his gaze. "Well, I was the one who found him, but I didn't go to the control room until nine this morning."

Rodney sighed impatiently. "So you're an early bird so what?"

"Well…there is no earlier…bird, then Dr. Weir. When I arrive at the control room every morning, she is always in her office. She would have seen this…Chuck long before I had."

John nodded in agreement. "That's a good point." He then looked around the briefing room. "Where is Elizabeth, anyway?"

"Well, colonel," Rodney said in annoyance, "If you had let me finished…the more pressing matter is the fact that Elizabeth has effectively…well, disappeared."

"WHAT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN DISAPPEARED?" John shouted, as he rose from his seat.

"Oh you know," Rodney said sarcastically, "Disappeared as in vanished, departed, missing, nowhere to be found, gone astray, gone poof!"

John glared down at Rodney angrily. "I know what it means…what I want to know is where the hell has she gone!"

"How the hell should I know, she's disappeared! Jesus Sheppard! I don't think you do know what the word means at all!"

Teyla rose from her seat calmly and looked disapprovingly at them both. "Do you not think this time she be spent on concentrating finding Dr. Weir then arguing on whether Colonel Sheppard understands what is meant by the word 'disappear'?"

"Fine." Rodney sighed and got up. "I suppose I'll go and find out what happened seeing as I do everything around here. I'll see what gate addresses were last dialled."

John glared at him again. "You go do that, Rodney."

Ronan leant in to whisper into Teyla's ear, as he stared at the two men across the table. "I'll give you two reasons why Weir would want to suddenly disappear."

Elizabeth jerked upright. She rubbed her eyes and yawned before taking in the room around her. She was with the Believers, she knew it. The room looked so peaceful and calming and she felt like she'd slept well. All of a sudden, Frega entered with some tea.

"I see you have woken, I take it you slept well." She said smiling as she sat down next to Elizabeth and handed over the drink. "Drink this, you'll be able to gather your strength. You must be quite worn out after last night."

Elizabeth frowned before realisation dawned on her. "Oh…yes, I just needed to feel safe, I couldn't think of anywhere I would rather be than here. I…well, I don't know if I can entirely trust my people anymore. Someone…very close to me, hurt me last night and I had a very disturbing dream as well…I don't know, we'll see." She said sipping her tea. "Mmm…is this that herbal tea you gave me yesterday?"

Frega nodded before tucking a strand of Elizabeth's hair behind her ear. "Yes, my child. Drink it and you will feel better. Remember you are always welcome here; it can be a haven when fear and deception surround you. A home, if you need it. There is a white dress in the corner."

Elizabeth slowly got up and picked up the white dress and held it to herself. "Frega! This is beautiful, all floaty and everything…" She said twirling, Frega laughed before standing up. Elizabeth's expression got solemner. "I cannot possibly except this."

Frega walked over to her and place the dress over a chair. "Please…you are one of us now, what is ours is yours." Frega hugged Elizabeth before walking toward the door.

"Frega, give me time…I know my people, maybe…maybe it was some sort of misunderstanding...I was kind of tired." Elizabeth said with uncertainty. Frega opened the door and before walking out, she turned back and smiled.

"Maybe, Elizabeth…but maybe not." Frega closed the door to allow Elizabeth to ponder on her own thoughts with the faith that she'd come round.

"Mother!" Fagen said bowing to Frega. "Keena said that you put more of the root in her tea. She is with us now, surely that is not necessary?"

Frega gave a heartless laugh. "You think her people will not figure out she is here and return for her? Don't be so stupid, they will return and want to take her back. However, the tea is only a precaution…I have a feeling that when the Atlantians return, they will find a way to make her mistrust them more."

"How?" Fagen asked, confused.

"We will be generous and giving and the people will continue to be cautious, like Elizabeth was. She is like that no longer. She will not be happy if her people refuse to trust us. She will have to choose a side and while she is still wary of the Atlantians…I think she will stay here and…if that is not the case…then we will make it so."

Frega walked past her son, down the hallway. Fagen looked back at her and sighed. His mother had always made her visions come true and this would be no different. His mother would make sure Elizabeth Weir was with child and soon, by any means necessary.

TBC…

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