Sga – Thank you for your review. If by 'these stories' you mean Mary Sue stories where someone goes to Atlantis falls in love and doesn't leave, I would like to tell you that one of my characters is 4-years-old, she isn't going to be falling in love with a guy from Atlantis anytime soon. My other character is 15 she already has a boyfriend and I consider her too young to fall in 'love' with anyone from Atlantis, including Ford who is the youngest that we know of and ten years her senior. You may not want to continue reading my story but I do ask that you please read more before making another prejudged review. Thank you.

Gabumon – Thank you for your review. I got it as I was typing up this chapter. Hope you are enjoying my story so far. Thanks.

Now, on to the second chapter of my story. Thank you to everyone that has read it so far.

Hope you enjoy this chapter.

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"Who are you? How did you get here?" The man asked.

Absently Malia took her right arm away from Chrissie and held the pole across her body pointing it away from her. Slowly she bent her knees and rose to the balls of her feet.

"Who are you?" The man asked again.

"M-Malia. Th-this is Chrissie."

"How did you get here?"

"I-I don't know." Malia shifted her body slightly so Chrissie wasn't so much of a target. "P-please, you've got to help us. There, there was a man. He tried to k-kill us and, and Jake, Jake's still there! He's going to kill Jake! I've got to get back. The police won't arrive on time!" Tears started to run down Malia's cheeks, this time she didn't try wipe them away.

The man's face softened slightly, "This way." He waved his gun towards the corridor behind him.

Malia slowly crept forward. His gun followed her as she moved, though Malia could tell he wouldn't shoot her without a very good reason. As far as he knew, she was no threat to him or anyone else.

Malia pretended to walk to the right of him, but darted to the left. She swung the pole up and around, smacking the man on the occipital ridge where the neck met skull. He went down, unconcious. Malia was pretty sure she had just shown him she could be a threat. Quickly she raced off down a side corridor. She turned as often as she could, but never in the same direction more than twice.

Suddenly she ran into a room, it looked like a hospital. Malia slowed to a walk.

Turning a corner she walked into someone; another man. Malia swung the bottom of the pole up, hitting the man in the tender area between the legs. He doubled over. Malia knew it was a cheap trick, but she had been taught to take advantage of the opponent's weakness.

She moved to next room, then the next, before putting, the now asleep, Chrissie on the floor beside a bed – on the bed was too obvious. Malia looked around the room for some food. It may be a hospital but even hospitals had their own gross hospital food.

Malia walked through a door only to be grabbed from behind. Immediately she started to kick and scream.

"Doc! Get a sedative!"

The man she had hit before came towards her with a big needle. Malia stopped struggling. Once the doctor got with in range of her feet she kicked out, her feet connecting with his ribs and pushing him back several feet. She sort of felt bad kicking him. Doctors were nice, she liked doctors, but not when they wanted to sedate her in an environment she didn't know.

The man holding her grabbed her arm and pulled it behind her back. Malia gasped in pain, and stopped struggling.

"You okay doc?"

"Oh, just peachy." The doctor came up to Malia again to administer the sedative. 'Poor lass.' He thought as she glared at him, though her eyes showed fear.

Strangely, the doctor reminded Malia of Mr. Beckett. They looked so similar almost like… brothers.

Carefully he stuck a needle in her free arm. Almost immediately, Malia felt the effects of the sedative. She tried to fight it but knew it was hopeless. Slowly her body went limp.

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'This room needs a paint job. It's all grey and fuzzy.' Malia thought as she slowly woke up.

Eventually her vision cleared and she took in her surroundings. She was in a large cage, though instead of bars it had long metal planks running horizontally. There was about two meters of walking space around the cage and only one door into the room. Two guards stood on either side of the door with automatic guns. Malia looked around for Chrissie, she was lying on a bench at the back of the cage, still asleep.

Cautiously Malia stuck her hand between the planks of the cage and quickly drew it back. 'That's strange.' She thought, 'There's something else there.'

A man walked through the door into the room. It was the one Malia first met, the one with messy dark hair.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I told you before, I'm Malia."

"Just Malia? No other name?"

Malia sighed, "Malia Jane Andrews. Formerly known as Malia Jane Smith."

"Where are you from?"

"I've told you my name, now you tell me yours, or I'm not answering any more questions."

The man seemed to consider this for a second before answering, "Major John Sheppard. U.S. Air Force. Now, where are you from?"

Malia hated Americans, no that isn't completely true. She had met a lot of Americans and hated all of them, including this Major, he was mean, though she sort of understood why.

"Mali?" Chrissie was awake.

"Chrissie," Malia knelt beside her, "you okay, kiddo?"

Chrissie nodded and looked around, noticing all the strange men she buried her face in Malia's shoulder, "I want my mummy."

"I know, sweety. I want mine too." Malia picked Chrissie up and sat her in her lap as she sat on the bench.

"Where are you from? The Major asked.

"I'm from outer space!" Malia snapped sarcastically.

Sheppard gave her a skeptical look.

"Auckland, New Zealand."

"Good. Now, how did you get here?"

"I don't know. One minute I was moving away from a man trying to kill us and the next thing I know I'm here and there's someone else pointing a gun at me. Oh and in between there was a bright light and it went cold."

Sheppard tapped behind his ear and said, "McKay, we could use you down here." He was wearing a radio.

Malia didn't know who McKay was but she didn't want to speak to him unless he was a nice doctor, "That doctor, the one that jabbed me," Malia pointed to her arm so the Major knew who she meant, "and drew my blood, can I talk to him?"

"How'd you know he drew your blood?"

"When ever someone draws my blood the vein where they drew it darkens."

The Major spoke into his radio again asking for the doctor to come down here.

The door opened again and a shorter man with black hair barged in. "This better be good, I am busy you know."

"Of course you are. Is there anyway someone could've got here from Earth without using the gate?"

"No. Why? What's she been telling you?"

"What's the gate? Get where? What do you mean from Earth? Where am I?!"

The door opened again and the doctor walked in, "What is it Colonel? I don't see how I could be of any help."

"Hey, doc, ya got any food?" Malia asked.

"You could've asked me that." The Major said.

"I could've asked you about food yes, but not about insulin."

"You're a diabetic?"

"Type one."

"I'll get you some food and insulin then." The doctor said before leaving the room.

Once he was gone Malia asked, "Does your doc have a surname?"

"Beckett. Now, tell McKay how you got here."

"No idea. I was backing away from this man trying to kill us, there was a flash of bright light, it got really cold, then I was here."

"Hmmm. That might actually be possible. For years scientist have theorized about ripples in space and time. When two parts of space connect by a natural forming wormhole."

"Well, go figure out if it's possible and how we get her back." Sheppard ordered and McKay left the room.

"Does doctor Beckett have any brothers?"

"Don't know."

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2nd chap is up  YAY.

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