5/2/09-Three is finished. There were a few pieces that didn't quite fit in the puzzle, so I cheated and got out the scissors. Yay! Nonconformity! Anyways, the plot is being straightened out now, don't freak out because nothing makes any sense. It will eventually.

xXx

Chapter 3: Familiar Threat

I had been sleeping against the cell wall that was farthest away from the guards. It had been quite a while since my little chat with McKay, though there was no actual way to tell how long, but I decided that I had humored the humans long enough. They were interesting but I wasn't so desperate for company that I was going to share my TARDIS with them, or any other life form for that matter.

I had awoken only moments before Beckett came into the cell. I guess that they had cameras set up nearby for security reasons; someone had probably been watching me all this time. I'm not sure when he had entered, but he had been quiet, or maybe I had slept too soundly.

"Are you okay, lassie?" Carson says, stepping forward cautiously.

I guess he was worried, or nervous. After what had happened with the guards I don't believe any person would come my way without a second thought.

Wasn't I a terrifying sight, with my arm sling and grouchy appearance? I bet I'd have Ronan shaking, I thought sarcastically.

"I'm fine." I grumble a bit irritated. "Where's Rodney? He's probably off somewhere, messing with my ship…"

I got to my feet, rising from the cold metal floor.

"There's nothing to worry about then, I'm just being held hostage and my TARDIS is being taken apart- huon energy by matter converter." My voice fell a bit. "No big deal, I'll just never see my home world again." Probably won't anyways, I add in my mind.

"Rodney hasn't been able to get into you'r machine." He reassures me, but I didn't feel like listening. "You've been out for a while, I needed to check-."

"Why is that?" I cut him off. "Why am I locked up?"

That question mostly answered itself, but I still wanted to know.

"Well then, why are you here?"

Beckett didn't answer; he stepped forward and rested his hand on my forehead. He watched me as I stood there completely still. Carson waited a few seconds before removing his hand; then gave me a confused look.

"You'r cold."

"Well, maybe for your standards. But I actually have a slight fever for my race…" I said. "It's nothing, mostly gone by now. I'm still curious though, why are you here?"

"Weir sent me," Carson admits. "Shea doesn't want firs't contact to end badly. And I was worried about ya 's well."

I watch as he makes his way to the door of the cell. I follow him to the door, expecting to be left behind but Carson stood there and waited for me. He turned back to face me.

"Aren't you coming?" he asks.

"I thought I was dangerous." I say, this was probably a trap.

"Weir want 's you ta' meet the rest of the crew."

"What I want is to get back to my ship," I mutter.

I heard footsteps to my left and wasted no time turning to the source. It was the man who had found me near the Stargate.

"This is-."

"Sheppard, where's Rodney?" I ask, not bothering to be introduced.

The Colonel gives me a slightly surprised look, but he hid it well. Sheppard pauses before answering.

"He's probably in the lab." John turns to Beckett quickly. "Doc, A-5 just returned from their mission. They're in pretty bad shape, they need you."

"Why didn't someone get me with the com?" he asks, taking a step forward hurriedly.

"It's been out since she arrived," Sheppard explains, stepping towards the Gate room. "Rodney says we're lucky that the radios work with all the interference. We have to get going Doc."

"What about her?" the doctor turns back to me.

"We have her sir," one of the guards says.

The two had raced down the hall without any chance to argue.

"So much for the tour." I mutter as the door to the cell closes.

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It hadn't been long before I decided to take a look around myself, escort or not. The guards had been easy enough to dismiss, and in seconds I was running down the corridors. It hadn't taken long before there were a few squadrons on Atlantean soldiers searching for me, and it had been easy to evade most of them.

I had gotten into an ancient transporter and made my way to the innermost reaches of the city, it was going to get a whole lot more complicated now. The doors slide open and I stood there for a moment frozen in surprise at the sight of another team. I recovered quickly however, and ducked beneath the leader before he could grab me.

"Hey!" I wasn't sure who said it, but the voice was strangely familiar and my mind instantly presented me with the name- Commander Lorne.

I had narrowly escaped A-2 and was nearing toward Rodney's lab when I heard footsteps. I instantly dart into a room without a second thought, listening as they passed the room. Turning, I noticed that I had found the geniuses lab, and the TARDIS. I stepped forward to the ship when a voice shouted from the other side of the room.

"What are you doing here?"

It was Rodney; he still had the screen top in his grip but reached down to a holster on his leg. He aimed the stunner my direction, it wasn't much of a threat but there was still no way to know what it could do to me.

"Apparently I'm volunteering for target practice." I reply.

I wasn't exactly afraid of the weapon, his horrible aim made up for any weapon he might have and that was a matter of fact. But just in case, getting shot wasn't on my to-do list either.

"Everyone knows you need it." I probably shouldn't have said that, but then again- what were the odds of being hit?

He reached for the radio that was resting on the desktop, Rodney picked up the device still keeping the stunner in my direction.

"Go ahead, call for back up." I teased. "I can see how you'd need it."

Rodney had gotten a little red at the comments but held his temper. "Z This is McKay, I'm in the lab with some company. Z"

"That's nice. More humans with technology they know next to nothing about."

McKay shouts as I move nearer the TARDIS, "Stay there!"

"What are you going to do about it?" I search my pockets for the keys. "Do you have the key?"

"No. Why would something that advanced need a key? Why not an electronic fingerprint scanner?" he says conversationally, keeping the gun in place. "Get back from the ship!" McKay warns, remembering the situation.

"There it is!" I say triumphantly, holding up the silver key. A thin silver chain held it up, and the key itself had several glyphs etched into its surface with an amethyst colored gem set in the core of the silver key, just above the lettering. I turn to the door and generally ignored Rodney as he continued to babble.

"Three! … Two! … One!" I caught the last few words before something hit my back and I dropped to the floor.

It took several moments before I recovered from the stunner blast, my head really hurt. My hands burned with a familiar energy and it took a while before I noticed that there were now other people in the room. I propped myself up with my free arm and lay there on the floor; it would probably be best to stay there for a bit. I did a quick assessment to see if I had been damaged by the blast.

"I shot you." McKay looked like he had been the one that had been hit by the blast, he was standing in the same spot I had seen him before he pulled the trigger.

"You actually hit me." I was surprised it had met its target after all, but maybe not as surprised as I should have been.

"Z Weir, we have her. Z" John and Ronan had finally cornered me, and A-2 was with them.

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"If I was going to take over Atlantis, I wouldn't have waited." I say, trying to make my point.

"Obviously." Lorne replies, I look over to Sheppard.

"Where's Beckett?" I ask conversationally, a gun being aimed my way wasn't anything new at this point.

I slip the key over my head, and it dangles loosely around my neck. I had stood up and walked over to lean on a countertop by a computer.

"Infirmary," he says after a moment. "A-5 encountered a pair on the moon of A3M-902, before they were attacked, they said they were looking for someone."

"That's not extraordinary." I state, what was the big deal?

"They showed up without warning, in a blue box." John stresses the last few words.

I didn't say anything. The Doctor is back. The Doctor is alive.

xXx

I found a different way to bring the Doctor into the story, and now it's clear why Weir was paying so much attention to her after she escaped. They saw the appearance of another of her race a bit unsettling, especially the appearing without warning thing. I was actually just trying to get Carson out of the equation with A-5 returning from the moon injured- I didn't think it was going to be of any use. But it was. I guess that's what it's like to actually have a plot. Ahem… I mean- I'm glad it worked out.

I was actually surprised that Rodney shot her too, that's what my subconscious was telling me to type. And it was partially because of the line in 'Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox' when Artemis was shot by Butler, he was like- "Butler! You shot me." It was one of those what-the-heck-just-happened-to-me moments.

~Amethyst