What You Wish For - chapter 4
The room was very large, larger even than the gate room just not as high. It had an odd shape with quite a few little alcoves along each wall. In the middle of the room was a large wooden platform with several layers of benches on each side. Just like steam rooms at home, John thought. The walls around the rest of the room also had these same platforms, even in the little alcoves. Scattered throughout the room were also many large basins containing hot stones. Water dripped onto them from a nearby spigot causing steam to rise from the stones and permeate the room.
But that wasn't what caused John and Teyla to pause when they first came in. It was the fact that draped along these platforms were the thirty or so people who were scheduled to perform tonight. Some were simply reclined, enjoying the steam but many of them were fully exposed, either pleasing themselves or being pleased by someone else.
John's eyes darted around the room and found an empty alcove and directed Teyla to it quickly. They could sit side by side and stretch their legs quite comfortably and still have a good deal of room between them.
"Here we go again, orgy central," John said bitterly. "Do these people know how to do anything else?"
"It appears they do not," Teyla responded and turned to face John so she did not have to see what was taking place in the rest of the room.
John had to agree that seeing her was the much better option, especially as Belkon had taken up space on the big platform in the middle. The guy liked to show off his manliness just a little too much. At the moment he was involved in a threesome where he was reclined on the top of the platform with Dema riding him, facing his feet and he had another woman with her crotch in his face and he was licking the heck out of her and fondling her breasts. When Bachelor number two came along for Dema to suck, John just needed to block it all out.
He put his back to the side wall and his feet stretched out on the platform. He tucked Teyla in right beside him and wrapped his arms around her waist. He wasn't sure this was a good idea either but at least he wasn't facing center stage anymore. And if he closed his eyes and breathed in the steam, it felt almost relaxing. If one could actually relax with someone as gorgeous as Teyla nearly in his lap.
"John," Teyla whispered as she looked up at him with frightened eyes. "I am fearful about tonight."
"Yeah, me too." John acknowledged and held her tighter.
He turned slightly and lowered his lips to hers, starting to feel the effects of the juice they'd been made to drink on their way in. His hand slid into her hair and the one around her, ran up and down her back. Teyla shifted slightly and faced John, her back to the other performers. Her hands travelled up his chest and ran through the abundance of hair there. She played for a while then moved her fingers to explore his male nipples and then move lower to follow the hair that arrowed down, went around his navel and disappeared under the towel.
"God! You're killing me, Teyla!" John cried out as his mouth plundered deeper into hers. His tongue clashed with hers and then withdrew so his mouth could suck on her lips.
Teyla's whimpers grew stronger as did her boldness. She kissed John back with an abandon she had never experienced before. Their hands roamed over each other while their mouths took all that they could. John's mouth finally lowered from hers to travel down to her throat. He turned her around so his lips could taste the back of her neck. Her head dropped forward and John delighted in discovering little areas that sent Teyla nearly to the brink.
Her soft noises were inflaming him and he knew she could feel what she was doing to him. He pulled her onto his lap but moved his legs slightly apart so she settled right in between. Teyla's head fell back onto John's shoulder and he moved his lips to the side of her neck now with the occasional nibble on her earlobe. Teyla's hands dug into John's legs on either side of her and she caressed them, luxuriating in the feel of the coarse hair scattered liberally along them.
Teyla could feel the effects of John's desire on her backside and it made her desire grow even more. Her hands covered his and moved them up to caress where the towel draped her chest. She loosened it, allowing his hands to touch soft flesh.
John groaned and asked, "Are you sure, Teyla?" his hands stilling but longing to continue their exploration.
"Yes, John, please," Teyla moaned. "I need you to touch me."
John was more than willing to oblige. His fingers roamed up and down her torso, gently touching her swollen nipples, caressing them and the mounds they rested on. He enjoyed this sensation for many minutes and he was pretty sure Teyla did too as her breathing had increased and her face showed extreme pleasure.
Teyla continued to caress his legs and when his hands roamed lower again she stilled them near her navel and shifted her legs so they were now resting outside of his. She guided his hands lower then moved hers back to his legs when he realized what she wanted him to do.
His hands were more than happy to fulfill her request. They first spent time teasing the curls that sheltered her core then slowly, patiently moved to the soft folds of skin at the opening. One daring finger slid lower and slipped inside the moist, warm interior. Teyla knew she was slick and wet, and more than ready for anything he needed. But she needed as well.
"John," she sighed, "That feels incredible. Please, do not stop."
"I don't ever want to stop. Not with you, Teyla. Just touching you makes my whole body go up in flames."
He slid his finger in and out, in and out, enjoying the moist heat he could feel emanating from her. On the way out he would slide the lubricated digit over the soft folds of skin, often making Teyla arch against him or grasp his thighs tighter. He slid a second finger in while rubbing his thumb over her sensitive nub and she nearly exploded. She spread her legs wider so he could have better access and moaned out loud as his fingers moved quicker in and out of her core.
Her hips starting moving of their own accord and her head moved from side to side as cries of ecstasy escaped from her mouth. John's own breathing had sped up as Teyla reached her peak and tumbled over the edge.
As her body recovered from the aftershocks, John folded the towel back over her luscious body and wrapped her in his arms again. He moved her legs back inside his and raised his knees slightly as if protecting her from outside harm. His face lowered to nuzzle next to hers. This woman meant so much to him, he wanted to protect her as best he could but with the amount of self control they were lacking he knew it was virtually impossible. But he could still make her feel cherished and adored. He never wanted her to think he was taking advantage of the situation with a bunch of quick and easy screws.
Teyla relaxed against John feeling extremely satisfied. John was holding her tight and whispering words of caring and assurance in her ear. This situation was far from ideal but for many years she had wanted to enjoy this kind of relationship with John and now was the chance. Of course it went against everything inside her to do it in a public place like this but this fruit lifted any constraint she possessed. What she had just enjoyed with John had not seemed to faze her in the least.
She enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms for quite some time and actually thought the steam was therapeutic in many ways. It was very warm in here and she knew she must be perspiring but then so was everyone else. But the steam brought all the toxins of the body to the surface; perhaps it would cleanse this inhibitor out of her system as well.
She realized this was not the case when her desire for John came creeping back in. Slowly at first then as she became more aware of his bare chest under her back and his strong arms around her, resting just under her breasts, it surged in like the tide. She turned her face to see John's eyes closed and his head leaning against the wall although she could tell he was not as relaxed as he appeared. But that she could tell from the bulge she still felt at her back. He had not been satisfied as she had.
She changed position, facing him, straddling his lap and framing his face with her delicate fingers. He opened his eyes curiously but when he saw the desire radiating from her eyes, he didn't need to ask the question.
She briefly looked at the rest of the room and noticed many couples were still in stages of copulation. She flinched when she saw Belkon still going strong. This time with the young girl he had tried to foist on John earlier, Larosia. She was lying with her chest on the top platform and he was on the step below, his distended member inserted into her anal cavity. He had her legs spread at an awkward angle and Teyla remembered his comment that she was quite flexible. Apparently so, although it didn't look like she was delighting in his attention. Teyla turned away wondering why so many agreed to perform with him if it was not enjoyable. And remembering what she had seen so far, she didn't imagine it could be.
She shivered at the thought that she might eventually have to do it with him. John saw where her gaze had been and framed her face as well with his long, thin fingers.
"Look at me, Teyla, only at me," John instructed gently. "No one else is here; it's only us, right. No one else matters."
He tugged her face closer and sweetly, tenderly kissed her lips. Teyla nodded and allowed her lips to ghost across his mouth as well. They sat facing each other for many minutes their lips barely touching but their eyes communicating all they needed to know. The caring, warmth, friendship, loyalty, protection and absolute utter trust they felt for the other showed through vividly.
John crushed her body to his and she pulled him in close as well, their foreheads touching, eyes closed, noses brushing the other and their lips perfectly aligned, gaining strength from the other. But they refrained from kissing. Right now they were connecting on an entirely different level. And John knew they needed that. Because he had no idea what was going to happen here but he needed to let Teyla know that whatever they did tonight or any other time, he did out of true commitment to her.
When their grasp finally loosened Teyla felt her yearning swell inside her. She felt John swell as well but his was definitely not inside. She started to caress his chest again, enjoying the rough surface of his trim but muscled torso. His hands fell to her legs, kneeling on either side of him and ran the length that was available to him.
Teyla eased back slightly and loosened the towel that had already started slipping off his waist. The sight of him hard and firm made her breathe catch and her stomach to flutter. She reached down and stroked him and his breathe caught also. Her hand moved back and forth feeling the strength he had waiting for her.
John slid his hands under her towel and touched the silky skin at her hips then glided further up until her towel fell free and he could admire her beautiful form. His fingers grazed her breasts and then caressed up and down her chest. Teyla arched her back and knelt up higher so John's mouth was adjacent to her sensuous globes.
John leaned forward and reached his tongue out to her erect nipple. He touched it tentatively at first but when he heard Teyla's whimpers start again, he pulled it firmly into his mouth and suckled deeply. Her breathing was becoming erratic and her hips had started moving from side to side in rhythm.
As he pulled the other nipple in for its turn he dropped his fingers to her center again and stroked inside. Unsurprisingly he found her slick and moist.
"John!" she cried as his fingers petted her privately and she moved back quickly to run her mouth over his hard shaft before she backed herself into place and lowered herself until he was buried deep inside her. She didn't dare move, the feeling was so intense.
"I wish to stay this way forever," Teyla panted as she curled her arms around John's neck and quickly touched her mouth to his.
His arms were around her back, one on the nape of her neck the other the curve of her hip. "You won't get any complaint from me," John returned, his breath not quite stable either.
And they didn't move not for a while. But finally Teyla could stand it no more and she pulled back off John to return again a second later. Her hips took up a rhythm as her hands braced themselves on John's sturdy shoulders. She started off slow, almost excruciatingly so and John thought he could die a happy man right now. His hands slid up Teyla's torso, caressing her breasts, playing with her nipples, and then roaming down to the apex of her thighs where her body was writhing on his.
He took turns caressing and kissing her golden mounds as they gently bounced in front of his face. As Teyla continued to move he felt the pressure inside him begin to build and he grabbed her hips and rocked back and forth in an opposite rhythm to her. The fire in him burnt so hot he wasn't sure he would survive unscathed. He thrust a few last times and saw Teyla arch her back and shudder. That was all it took to push him over the edge. He felt his own release flowing into her and called on his control to keep from shouting out in ecstasy.
Unfortunately his control was not as strong as he needed and "Teyla!" erupted from his mouth at the pinnacle of his experience. Hearing her name she held on tight and rode the wave back down to earth with him.
They continued to hold on tight and it was more than several minutes before either one of them had their breathing under control enough to actually speak. But they still did not. They simply sat together with John pulling Teyla's towel back around her, protection mode turning back on.
They hadn't realized how long they had been in there when Hafalia actually entered the room and they noticed that the steam was not as strong as it had been previously.
"All right people, I think it's time to hit the showers and then get some rest. We have a performance to do tonight. We need you with plenty of energy for the spectators."
She strolled over to John and Teyla who were still wrapped in each other's arms and commented, "I believe you two will be very well received tonight. I caught sight of you earlier and I think your chemistry with each other will spur others in their interactions. I look forward to seeing all of it."
She started walking away then turned back and pointed out, "Showers are through that door."
By the time John and Teyla had managed to untangle themselves and make it through the door everyone else had already left or was just finishing up. They quickly rinsed off under the water with the cleaning agent provided and slipped back into their clothes from earlier. John put his arm protectively around Teyla's shoulder as they moved slowly back through the halls to the room they had occupied earlier.
John noticed Dee and Dum were back but they seemed much less alert and just tagged along until they'd gone inside. Once inside, Teyla noticed the sheets had been changed, the bed made and fresh water and clothes laid out for them. The oil lamps had been refilled as well. But John didn't bother turning them up.
He pulled Teyla down beside him on the bed and said, "I hate to say that Hafalia is right, but I think we're gonna need all our strength for what lies ahead. But I'm pretty sure what I have in mind isn't quite the same as what she has in mind."
He held Teyla next to him and felt her body relax and her breathing change to a rhythmic pattern and knew she had actually fallen asleep. His mind wouldn't stop though. He kept running different scenarios around in his head, wondering which one would have the best possible chances of success. If nothing else, he knew he needed to get Teyla out of here. She could contact Rodney and Ronon, although God knew where they'd been this whole time, and then blast him out of here, too. The alternative was just too horrible to think about.
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"Where the hell have you been, Conan?" Rodney yelled in between bites of the food he had overflowing on his plate. "I haven't seen you since yesterday."
"Just checking this place out," Ronon answered and threw some more food into his own mouth. "And trying to see if Sheppard and Teyla have been here at all. I looked around the crowd last night but I didn't see them."
"Really?" Rodney snarked. "And when would that be? When you were riding the sexy brunette or while she was giving you a blow job?"
"I seem to recall you were getting your own kicks when you were…"
"Okay, enough," interrupted Rodney. "We both had a little lapse in judgment last night and screwed up."
At Ronon's snicker, Rodney's face turned red but he just growled, "Grow up!"
He took a few more bites of some meat and asked, "Did you actually find anyone who had seen Sheppard or Teyla?"
Ronon just shook his head.
"Well, I spent the morning with an interesting young lad, name of Mendin. He was assigned as my … I don't know …bellhop, waterboy, manservant, whatever. But he told me there's another town not too far from here name of … Nigava, I think. He has a friend who lives there and he's gonna check with her and see if maybe Sheppard and Teyla are there. Apparently they have the same little sex games going on there as these people do. It all goes back to needing to go forth and multiply after the Wraith decimated their numbers. What a way to do it, huh?"
"Yeah," Ronon finally stopped eating long enough to speak up. "They let me roam all over the place this morning just as long as I didn't try and leave, then they got a little nasty. Made me sit down and drink a bunch of that fruit juice. Kind of mellowed me out a bit."
"That's how they get people to do what they want," Rodney told him. "That fruit makes you pliant and horny."
"You're telling me," Ronon grunted and shifted to ease the ache he could feel building in his pants. "Some beautiful babe comes over right now looking for something and I might just take her on top of one of the tables."
"Down boy!" Rodney scolded but his eyes wandered as a particularly shapely woman strolled pasted him. His libido kicked up a notch and he seriously considered the table thing himself.
"So, Adrilia told me this morning that we'll probably have to perform in this show tonight. I don't exactly know how that works but I'm thinking I might just take a pass."
"If you're chosen," Ronon confided, "Apparently you have to perform. Naylinn told me about it while we were in the weight room this morning. Today's lady's choice so all the guys line up and the fifteen or so women, who are scheduled, get to choose the guy of their choice. So if you don't want to do it, just hope nobody picks you."
"Well, I know Adrilia plans on choosing you," Rodney muttered sounding none too happy that last night's date was dumping him for another guy already. "I guess she and Naylinn get first dibs since they brought in new blood, us."
"Why are you so upset, McKay? I thought you didn't want to get chosen."
"Well, I don't… not really." Rodney whined. "I just want somebody to want to choose me, you know."
Ronon just shook his head and asked, "When is your friend gonna let you know if Sheppard and Teyla are in that other village?"
"Tomorrow or the next day. He says he can't always get away to see her, so it depends. Hey, do you think they're having the same thing happen to them over there, if that's where they are, I mean?"
"Probably," Ronon thought. "But I'm wondering if we should try and get away before that. Waking up with Naylinn in bed with me this morning was a little awkward."
"Yeah," Rodney agreed. "I thought so too. Adrilia was a little miffed that I was already dressed and didn't want to 'interact' again."
Ronon snorted. "Well it was awkward for me because Naylinn was already riding me and was almost done. These people don't bother waiting for anyone else. It's pretty much please yourself."
The two ladies in question made an appearance at that point and refilled their wine glasses. Ronon wasn't sure that was a good idea as he was already starting to slide away from reality. All he could think about was easing the ache in his pants.
Shortly after, Nadim addressed the crowd and ordered all the men along one wall. A little over a dozen women paraded up and down the line of about sixty men and did everything but take their temperature. Many of the men took their shirts off, flaunting rippling pectorals and even loosened their pants for women to peer inside for a peek.
Rodney was horrified at this and crossed his arms over his chest. He did puff up that chest though just in case anyone was really looking at him. He figured they probably weren't since he was standing near Ronon, the stud muffin. He had on one of his usual no sleeve tops so his massive arms were apparent for all to see. But several of the women still lowered his bottoms to glance at his bulging masculinity.
Rodney nearly fell over when he saw the size of the man. There was no way he could compete with that. He was almost disappointed that he wouldn't have some beauty fawning over him but he knew he should be glad. He really didn't want to do 'it' on stage tonight. Well, maybe his southern quadrant might be feeling differently but he tried to keep his head firmly in reality.
Once the women had 'shopped' they all backed away and Adrilia was called on first. She wasted no time in going over and dragging Ronon away with her. But Rodney was surprised when Naylinn came over to him next and pulled him after her. He wondered if she had heard from her cousin that he'd been really good last night. He'd actually been somewhat impressed by his methods himself. But then he heard another woman in the crowd mutter jealously, "Fresh meat" and realized that it was just because he was new.
Rodney and Ronon were led down a hallway to an outdoor room that had natural springs bubbling and steaming into a large irregular shaped, shallow pool. They followed along meekly as they were told to strip and enter the pool. Which they did, surprisingly without a peep or complaint. The pool had steps leading into it all around the edges and actually had a few raised sections in the middle. Rodney watched again in awe as couples all around them started kissing and fondling and ooh! doing what Naylinn was now doing to him. He tried to concentrate but she had pushed him back on a higher step and had latched her mouth onto his manhood. Any sane thoughts that he'd even attempted went swimming away through the water he was barely in.
He looked through the steamy water and saw Ronon standing over Adrilia who was lying back on the top step and playing with her breasts just as she had done this morning. Ronon was working on her nether regions and Rodney adjusted his eyes again back to Naylinn. The woman was really beautiful and he should enjoy this while he could. Right? Absolutely, why not? Didn't Sheppard do this kind of thing all the time with his space bimbos? When his sanity finally returned, he knew the answer would be quite honestly, no.
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The door opening woke John up and he was surprised that he had actually fallen asleep. Teyla was cuddled up in his arms and he really had no desire to move away from her warmth. He looked up and saw it was Jelisa poking her head in.
"I am sorry to wake you but the banquet will be starting in just a few minutes."
John waved her in and she cautiously approached the bed. Without waking Teyla he whispered, "Jelisa, you need to help us. We don't belong here. You know that. If you help us get out of here, maybe we can help you somehow."
"I cannot help you," she cried softly. "I wish that I could. And tonight they will be watching you more closely than ever to rate your performance and skill. I am sorry."
She slowly backed out of the room, her eyes moist as she finished, "I would if I could, believe me."
John relaxed back against the sheets and pulled Teyla in closer as he felt her start to stir in his arms. He leaned closer and kissed her forehead then her nose and finally her lips. A smile grew on her face as she opened her eyes.
"What a lovely way to wake up, John." Teyla stretched her arms above her head then lowered her hand to touch his face. He put his hand on top of hers and kissed her again.
His eyes looked troubled as he informed her, "Jelisa said the banquet's starting in a few minutes."
Teyla's eyes clouded over and her smile diminished. "What will we do, John?"
"We're gonna get you out of here. Tonight." John claimed determinedly. "While you were taking your little snooze, I was coming up with a plan. Hopefully it will work."
"What did you have in mind?"
"We'll go and eat at the banquet like everyone else. Then when the crowds of people start moving to the arena boxes, we make our move. Tweedledee and Tweedledum aren't that interested in us anymore, especially when we keep stopping to kiss along the way. So we make sure we do that a few times, all while moving with the crowd."
"Continue. I like the kissing part of it so far."
"Yeah, me too." John smirked. "When we get close to the door where the garden is, I'll make some sort of a distraction and you slip into the garden and go over to the tree we were making out behind today. The wall's pretty high, but if you use the tree I think you can get over. Hopefully by the time Dee and Dum realize you're gone, you'll be over and far enough away they won't be able to find you."
Teyla sat up and stared at John as if he were crazy. "And how do you plan on getting away?"
"I haven't worked that part out quite yet. But you need to find Rodney and Ronon and once you've got them you can all come back in blasting and get me out. Of course I might be involved with my new concubine by then, but you'll forgive me on that one, right?"
Teyla felt no humor at his joke and shook her head back and forth. "No, John, I will not leave you here. We must both get out."
"Listen, Teyla," John said as he took her face tenderly in his hands. "I want to get out of here just as bad as you do. I don't exactly like being someone's sex toy but we may only get a small window of opportunity tonight and we need to take it. If that means that you get away and come back for me, then that's what we do."
He looked into her concerned eyes and rationalized, "Look, it's not like they're gonna kill me or even torture me. They want some new blood and that's me and you. They just might put some more guards to watch me. But with enough fire power I know you and Ronon and even Rodney can take them. Please, Teyla, if I'm not behind you when you go over that wall, please don't look back and wait, just go!"
Teyla nodded but her eyes remained tortured. John gave her another reassuring kiss and moved off the bed.
An hour later, they were looking for their chance and watching all the people finishing up dessert and leaving the banquet room. He hadn't noticed yesterday that some of the people stayed behind while others had proceeded down the hall.
But as he and Teyla started to follow along the crowd, Hafalia came over and instructed, "No, Sheppard, performers stay here for their insertion of tonic in preparation for tonight's show."
"Oh, crap!" John muttered under his breath as Plan A began to disintegrate and Plan B had never really solidified in his mind. He held Teyla's hand tighter.
His face grew pained and he groaned, "You know, I'm not really feeling that great right now. Maybe it was just something I ate, but we probably should put this performance thing on hold until tomorrow."
Teyla realized what he was doing and bent over him concerned. Unfortunately no one else seemed to be.
Hafalia merely laughed and said, "Yes, I imagined you might need a bit of persuading for your first night."
Dee and Dum and two other guards who looked like they were related to the Incredible Hulk, surrounded John and he threw himself at the smallest one and yelled to Teyla, "Go!"
She took off across the room toward the door but was several feet shy when two more guards blocked her path. She turned around and saw John on the floor still struggling, but held firmly by three of the guards while Hafalia walked calmly toward him, a large syringe in her hand. That's when Teyla realized this was the insertion of tonic she had mentioned. Teyla sprinted toward John but found her hands pulled behind her back and her body held firm as she watched the needle being injected directly into his vein.
"What is that?" Teyla screamed. "What are you giving to him?"
Hafalia stood up and watched as Sheppard continued to struggle against the three beefy men. But in less than a minute the fight left him and a goofy smile came on his face. Teyla pulled against her captors and they let her go. She ran to John and knelt by his side, touching his face.
"What have you done to him?" she demanded fiercely.
Hafalia held up the syringe and said, "This is just our most potent form of kotus made from the pit of the fruit. It is injected directly into the blood stream of our participants so they do not feel the pressure of performance. They become quite oblivious to what is around them. They only know and concentrate on the partner they have chosen."
Teyla remembered when the first pair had been brought on yesterday, she thought they seemed rather out of it until they had seen each other and started their interaction. Now she knew why.
"How long will this last?" Teyla requested. "Am I to have one also?"
"Yes, of course you are dear," Hafalia replied almost pleasantly. "But you are not scheduled to go on until the middle of the show. You will be given yours shortly. We may need to give Sheppard another dose, though. His will is quite strong. Hopefully that will make the show that much more enjoyable, though."
Hafalia motioned for two of the guards to pick Sheppard up and drag him to the back doorway in the banquet room. Teyla followed closely behind. They were brought to a small room with a couch in it, a bathroom and a stand with a tray on it.
Teyla looked at Hafalia and asked, "Am I able to stay with him?"
Hafalia looked thoughtful and said, "He will need to be readied for the stage as will you, but for now, I will allow it. People will come in to assist you shortly."
The men deposited John on the couch and Teyla sat down next to him. When the door closed she quickly poured some water onto a wash cloth and attempted to wake him up. His eyes opened briefly and he smiled a big silly grin at Teyla but aside from that he made no movement.
After about fifteen minutes, Teyla felt a hand on her arm and looked down to see John staring at her intently. He pulled her down across his chest and his lips moved to hers. She pushed her fingers into his hair and moved her lips softly over his. But before she could respond any further the door opened and Hafalia strolled in.
"No, no, no, must save it for the stage, my dear," she warned and motioned for the men behind her to come in. They were not as large as the others and she noticed they had a small box with some supplies in it.
Teyla watched as they stripped John of his clothes, rubbed oil into his skin and encased him in only a pair of the loose, beige draw string pants she had seen the other performers wearing yesterday. They gave him another injection and reclined him on the couch again.
"Your turn, my dear," Hafalia called out as she left the room, expecting Teyla to follow her. The men behind her made sure she did. But as soon as she was in the hall she made a dash for the stairway she knew was just a few feet away. She reached the doorway that would bring her to the next level but was again flanked by the large guards.
They moved in close and Teyla looked around frantically, hoping for a way out, hoping that John would fight off the effects of the drug they had given him, yes she now thought of kotus as a drug, its effects were certainly the same. But he did not appear. Hafalia moved closer, another large needle now in her hands. The guards held her still even as she fought against them. She felt the pinch of the injection then saw it removed. As she pulled at the arms holding her, she felt a warmth run through her body. Then she felt nothing.
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