Second Chances

By Andie O'Neill

Summary: When Elizabeth Weir finally admits her feelings toward John Sheppard, he shoots her down, but after she dies in his arm, he begins to regret what he did… but of course its to late… or is it?

A/N: Sorry this took so long, guys! I'd just like to warn you guys though, that although I tried to keep it kinda vague, there is one part near the end of this fic that deals with force of a more complicated kind. It's not rape! But when you read, you'll get the idea what I mean.

Chapter Four

"You capture me against my will, make my friends believe I'm dead, and now you tell me I have to stay here!" she asked, unable to believe what she was hearing.

Poseion sighed, closing his eyes. "Doctor Weir, if you were ever allowed back to Atlantis the others would know what I have done. They may even decide to reverse it!"

"What you have DONE?" she asked, ignoring her pounding head. With effort she sat up in the bed, her eyes staying on Poseion.

He slowly took a step back, running a hand through his hair. "We will not know for some time if it worked… but if it has… we could never allow that kind of power to fall into any other's hands. It would be disastrous. Too many in the past have made these mistakes; we will not be one of them. To give humanity a weapon of this magnitude would be foolish. We would have no control over what you do with it, how you would use it."

"Weapon? What did you do to me?" Elizabeth asked, trying to force the fear from her voice.

"Nothing… to you, but we have genetically altered the eggs in your reproductive organs. If you were ever to have a child… he or she would have the very knowledge of the Ancients, as well as certain gifts genetically written into their DNA. You would never be able to handle the information… but the child would… the genetic modifications during its growth would see to that. As he or she would mature, the information would slowly reveal itself until he is old enough to assimilate it all. In effect, Doctor Weir… he or she would be born with the mind of my people, with physical advantages not even we had at our disposal. They would be the perfect weapon against the Wraith… mentally and physically advanced in every way, as well as resistance to being fed upon by the Wraith."

If five years ago, someone told her she'd be living in another galaxy… captured and genetically manipulated… she'd have sent them to the looney bin, but there it was. "How can you do this! How can you just take someone's life and use it without even carrying how they feel on the matter!"

"We needed a human female, Elizabeth. The woman Teyla, we realized was not raised on Earth as you were. Although relatively the same, there are many differences that not even you have the ability to detect."

"Why a human? Why me?"

"It was the only way to receive the best results of the alterations we made. On your world there are many who are born with certain… disabilities. Some on your world that have become mates were not genetically compatible to one another; their DNA is more likely to combined and create something deficient. We needed to find two people who would be more likely to create together a healthy child due to compatibility in DNA. When we finally found a match… we had no choice but to proceed. We knew you would not support our research. Therefore we did what we had to do in order to see the success of our mission."

Elizabeth froze her voice suddenly shaky as she realized what they were saying. "You're… you're going to impregnate me." It was not a question.

"Yes, with the DNA host to a man you know as Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard. He is your match, and with his help, we may finally fulfill what we came here to do."

Elizabeth's eyes widened at the name, and her heart dropped as the realization became clear. Not only were they going to force her to become pregnant, but they were going to force her to become pregnant to John Sheppard's baby.

John watched as the gate slowly dialed to the last planet they'd visited. Teyla had been a bit worried as to whether he would be able to stand going back, but he knew he needed to do this. He needed closure. He couldn't let go of Elizabeth unless he found the person responsible, and brought that person to justice. Elizabeth had not died in vain; he would make sure of it. Something would come out of her death.

Suddenly the wormhole opened. Teyla looked back at him, a sad smile on her lips just before she turned back around and walked through the Stargate. Ronan followed soon after, and then finally Rodney. John took in a deep breath and released it just before entering the gate.

"At least let me see them! Let me talk to them! If I can't go back, at least give me that!"

Poseion sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Elizabeth, I know this is hard for you, but if they know you are okay, then they will come after you. They won't give up so easily."

"I want to see my friends! You take everything, my life, away from me, and you can't even give me a moment with the people I love! Don't I at least deserve THAT much! You did all of this AGAINST my will, and yet the one thing I ask in return is to SEE my friends, yet you won't even give me that!"

"Elizabeth-"

"No! You know, you may say the Wraith are your enemy, but at least THEY do what they do because it's their only way to survive! But you! You take people from their homes, and the people they care about for personal gain!"

"I do this to save lives, Elizabeth! You must understand, that all of this is to save the lives of all those dealing with the affliction of the Wraith!"

"You don't get to choose! You don't get to choose whose life is more important! No one does!"

"I will not harm you. I will make sure all your needs are met with, and it will be up to you to raise the child you will bear."

"Oh well thanks a lot! That's much better! That just makes it all better!"

"Doctor Weir! Nothing I do can make it 'better.' All I can do is try my best to give you what you need."

"What I NEED is to go home! My home! What I NEED is the ability to see my family and friends again! Don't pretend to CARE about MY needs! Go ahead and hide behind your ultimate goal of destroying the Wraith, but don't think I don't see through it all! You don't give a damn about my needs! All you care about is destroying the Wraith, and your willing to do anything and everything to do it."

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, especially considering how closely we'll have to be working together to raise this child."

Elizabeth turned around, shaking her head. "I wouldn't count on that just yet. On Atlantis we've sacrificed a lot in our fight against the Wraith, but in the end we always got out of it victorious. This just may be one of those times, Poseion."

"I guess we shall see soon enough, Doctor Weir."

Teyla bowed as she met up with the man standing before her. "Elder Corta," she greeted, with respect.

"Teyla, it is our sincere hope that you find all that you are looking for. We have made arrangements for tonight, so you may be comfortable. First thing in the morning I will help you in your search for Doctor Weir's killer. If there is anything I can provide, you must let me know immediately. I feel responsible for the suffering you are being inflicted with… if there is any way I can help, please let me know."

John walked up beside Teyla and gave a half-hearted smile. "Thank you Elder Corta, we'll try to remember that."

Corta bowed in response before turning to one of his men. "Show these ones to their rooms immediately."

The young man bowed before turning his attention to John. "Come with me, if you will."

John sat in his bed, his back against the wall, as he pulled out his book. He'd gotten it after their visit back on Earth. With War and Peace finally finished, it was time for a new book, something Elizabeth had told him about. The Count of Monte Cristo… the story of a man who'd had everything taken away from him, forcing him to live a life of pain and suffering thanks to his best friend who'd betrayed him. He supposed it wasn't exactly the best book he should be reading, but Elizabeth had promised it ended well, so he'd decided to give it a try. After a few hours of reading he felt his eyelids slowly grow heavy as he drifted to sleep.

"Colonel Sheppard?"

John's eyes snapped open as he felt a presence nearby. There was no mistaking the person who'd found his way into John's room. "Elder Corta… what the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry Colonel, I never wanted to disturb you, but I have no choice."

"No choice? What do you mean no choice?"

Suddenly he felt Corta hit him hard, shoving him to the floor before pulling out a device and pointing it at Sheppard's crotch.

John groaned in pain for a second before jumping away before Corta could finish whatever it was he'd been up to, then quickly went on the defensive, punching Corta back. Corta pulled him down quickly and the two wrestled before John felt something stick him in his shoulder. "Wha-"

"I am sorry, Colonel. I wish there was another way…" where the last words he heard before he felt everything go black.

She knew something was going on when she heard two people talking nearby. Elizabeth sat up in bed, knowing she couldn't get out with the man standing guard nearby. She'd tried twice before, it hadn't ended very well. She could see a man standing nearby Poseion, handing something to him. "It was damaged during the fight. I got as much as I could, but I'm afraid you'll have to do this manually."

"I see, you've done well… now help me. I will need her to stay still for this, and I doubt she will that willingly."

Finally the other man turned and Elizabeth almost gasped as she saw who it was. "Elder Corta!"

Corta walked over to her, the other guard joining him beside her bed. "Doctor Weir, I know how you must think of me at this moment, but you must understand that this is out of my hands."

Elizabeth moved to hit him when the guard beside him grabbed her and pushed her down. She tried to fight him, but he used all of his strength to keep her down. Suddenly she felt someone grab her legs and spread them apart, pulling straps over her ankles, keeping her legs in place. "No!" she screamed, looking up to see Poseion walk over, waiting as Corta bent her knees. It was at that moment that she knew what would come next. She fought as hard as she could, screaming as she felt the cold metal push against her, feeling him begin the implantation of John's sperm into her body. She wiggled and pushed against the guard, trying to get free, but all it did was force the medical tool to tear against flesh. Elizabeth cried out from the pain, but continued to fight; trying to stop him, while knowing it was in vain. Finally the cold metal was pulled away from her and Corta let go of her legs. It was done. She couldn't stop the tears from falling as the realization hit her, as she realized what they'd done. She'd never felt so violated, so taken advantage of… so used.

"Forgive me," Poseion whispered, inserting the needle into her arm. With that she felt herself lose consciousness, falling into a darkness that for once was acceptable after what they'd done to her.

"The degradation is faster than normal… the poison must have a property that breaks down the body at a more accelerated rate," Carson noticed as he looked at the more recent scan of Elizabeth's body.

The nurse beside him frowned. "I've never seen a poison work this efficiently before. Perhaps we should take more samples of it, to better understand its function. Who knows what we could learn."

Carson nodded, turning to look at Elizabeth, accidentally knocking over a vial he'd been studying before of a strange nectar found on PX7-582. The nectar spilled out of the vial and onto Elizabeth's body, making Carson pause as he noticed the degradation of her body accelerate even further, noticeably breaking down her body. "Good god, how is that possible?"

The nurse shook her head, turning to take an active scan. "This isn't possible. There's no way that nectar could break down her body like that!"

"Could it do this in connection to the poison?"

"No! It's just not possible, the only way this could have this much of an effect on her body is if she were…" the nurse paused, looking back at Elizabeth.

Carson frowned, although he was a good doctor, Rita knew much more than him when it came to poisons and allergens. "If she were what, Rita?" Carson asked, turning to look at her.

"If she were a clone, Doctor. She could be identical to the original in everyway, but only a clone could break down this quickly when in contact with that nectar."

Carson looked back at the woman lying dead on the bed and then rushed out of the room.

"Doctor!"

"We need to contact Colonel Sheppard immediately!"

To Be Continued…

A/N: Hopefully that made sense… I kinda wrote this in one night so forgive me if it's a little confusing in some parts. I tried to simplify it, but… I'm tired and well… tired, but I'm going on vacation this weekend and I didn't want to wait to send it out. Hope you enjoyed it! Review! Press that purple button and review!