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Addy tossed and turned on the bed. She was asleep, but dreaming deeply. In her dream she was tied to a chair and was in pitiful prison garb. The room was bleak and dimly light. The grey walls seemed to absorb the light, creating long shadows from the chair she was on and the table in front of her. On the table was an array of torture devices. She was familiar with all of them, but they struck a new fear in her heart as she realized they would soon be used on her. The door opened loudly and a woman stepped through. She knew that at one point in her life she had known who this woman was, but now the shadows cast darkness over her identity. Addy gasped and shot up in her bed. She turned to see that Lola was in the bed next to her, sleeping peacefully. She suddenly had a bad feeling.
Addy got up and dressed quickly. She walked out the door and headed to explore Atlantis. It didn't take her long to wander down to the science labs. She was honestly just exploring and didn't mean to find anyone. But there was Rodney, sitting, hunched over some device. She froze, mainly because Rodney had avoided her for the past week and she knew that he wouldn't want to see her now. She turned to leave, but stopped. She turned back to Rodney and stalked over to his desk.
Rodney looked up, confused. He heard someone come in, but then pure silence, and now he heard someone storming over to him. Addy was staring him down when he finally turned in the right direction. He winced because she looked damn pissed. She has the right, he thought. He had been avoiding her for the past week and made no plans to make nice.
"Look you." Addy said, slamming her hand against the desk.
Rodney remembered her punching him. He winced and looked away.
Addy softened up quite a bit at his apparent fear. "Rodney." She said softly. "Why are you avoiding me?"
Rodney blinked when he realized she sounded more hurt then angry. "I… uh… I…" He shrugged.
Addy sighed and pulled up a chair. She inspected the device he had been working on. "Hmm..." She said, picking it up carefully. It flashed to life and she almost dropped it out of surprise.
Rodney lit up. "You have the gene?" He asked happily.
Addy frowned and looked at him. "Of course I have jeans. So do you. You're wearing a pair right now."
Rodney laughed. "No you idiot. You have the ATA gene. You can control things that the Ancients made."
Addy set the device down and smiled curtly. It quickly turned into the smile she had given him before she hit him their first meeting. "Listen." She said as he gulped and subconsciously shrunk away from her. "Besides our first little incident, I don't what I did to make you so bitter towards me."
Rodney tried to object, but she shot him down with a glare.
"Now, unless you can explain to me why you are acting this way, I am going to turn around and end our conversation."
Rodney gaped at her. How was he supposed to tell her that he hadn't meant to be rude and that he kind of liked her? How was he supposed to reconcile for how he had treated her? He didn't say anything. For once, he was speechless.
Addy sighed and nodded. "Fine." She said, sounding defeated and sad. "Fine." She turned and began to leave. She paused and looked at him. Up and down. "You should get some sleep." She said.
Rodney blinked, he wasn't expecting that. He watched Adele leave and turned back to the device. It had gone dead. He sighed and signed off his computer then put it to sleep. After putting the device away he headed for his room.
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The faint patter of rain on the window had kept Michael awake all night. Not that he could sleep. He was having strange dreams of being something that he was not now. Even in his waking hours he felt his mind drift back to an urge he could not explain. A need for a certain something he could not place. He had a strong feeling that it was something he didn't want to know about.
They were still keeping him in a private room of the infirmary. They weren't telling him something, he had figured that out long ago. But he didn't know what they weren't saying. He hardly knew who they were. There was the kind Dr. Beckett, the cautious Dr. Weir, the laid-back Sheppard, and all the nervous nurses. But, who are these people?
He wasn't restrained anymore, but his door was locked and there were two armed guards outside his room. It had slowly become clear that they were protecting themselves from him just as much as they were protecting him from himself.
He groaned and rolled over in his bed, twisting the blankets as he did. There was no point trying to fall back asleep. The small clock radio read 6:25 am. The morning nurse came in around 7am in the morning to give him some medications. He never asked them what they were for and they never told him.
Michael closed his eyes and focused on the tugging. He had become determined to find out what it was. After a while he slipped into state of meditation. He found himself in a dimly light hallway. There were people moving about him, but they weren't people they were something… monstrous. He shivered in bed, but didn't break his connection. In the hallway he stood immobilized by fear and wonder. The things that passed him paid little to no attention to him and he soon realized they didn't see him, so much as sensed him. He decided to try and move forward. With one step his stomach lurched violently and he was brought crashing back to reality.
He was on the ground panting heavily as the violence of his convulsions made him try to gag up his stomach contents. He shuddered and shook, trying to crawl to the bathroom. It didn't work very well; he only made it a few feet before he shook violently and threw up.
He was vaguely aware of the morning nurse rushing to him as he slipped into darkness.
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Carson sighed and watched Michael sleep. He had just finished doing an array of tests to see what had happened to Michael. Carson already knew. It was the retro-virus. Over-exposure to the drug had made Michael's entire being unstable. He was not well and Carson doubted he'd be getting better.
Carson sighed again and turned to his window. At some point last night it had begun to rain. Now it was dark outside and the rain was coming down in thick blankets. He reached for his coffee and contemplated his course of actions. They could stop giving Michael the drug and let him revert back into a Wraith, they could continue with the medication and hope for the best, or they could, as Ronan pointed out, kill him.
"How is he?" Came the concerned voice of Teyla. He turned around in the chair to see she was standing in the doorway, with a concerned look on his face.
"He is…" Carson blinked. "Stable for now."
Teyla nodded and moved closer to the bed. He looked peaceful in his sedated sleep, but she knew inside a war was waging. "I fear that we have gone too far."
Carson nodded. "We never knew the risks that could come of this drug…" He trailed off.
Teyla rested a hand on Carson's shoulder. "Do not beat yourself up over this." She said, sitting down in the chair next to his.
Carson laughed a little. "How can I not?" He asked. "I should have never tried the drug."
Teyla was silent for a moment. She chose her words carefully. "Though this is not the most… pleasurable turn out," she began, "we could not have foreseen it."
Carson nodded and watched Michael. "He needs less of the drug," he said, "and at longer periods between doses."
"So, do you think that he is becoming permanently human?"
"It's hard to say. Dr. Heightmeyer tells me that he has been having dreams about 'monsters'"
"The Wraith?"
Carson nodded. "I believe so." He paused. "She says he feels a 'tugging' and that he knows something is wrong…"
Teyla nodded. "He is remembering things that he should not?"
Carson nodded again. Then, they both fell silent.
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Ronan circled Addy slowly. She stood perfectly still, waiting for him to make the first move. He watched her. Her calmness put him on edge. She knew that she was stronger; she knew she was better, she knew exactly what she was capable of, and it unnerved him.
Eventually he struck. It was low and powerful, but she avoided it by quickly stepping out of the way. He expected an attack and braced himself, but nothing came. She was standing silently waiting. He bared his teeth and struck at her with the stick again. She masterfully ducked and watched him, grinning playfully.
She toying with me, he realized angrily. He stood up and watched her. She was short, at least a foot shorter than him and yet she held herself like a much taller person. She was skinny too. It didn't look like she had an ounce of muscle on her arm, and yet, the ferocity in which she attacked him was unparallel to anything he remembered.
After a while he lunged at her again and again she dodged and moved away.
"Stop that!" He cried in frustration.
Addy giggled and nodded. "Okay, let's do this for real." She stood and readied herself for Ronan's attack.
Ronan wasted no time before lunging again. This time Addy didn't step out of the way. She allowed the stick to hit her hard against the arm before grabbing it and pulling Ronan close. She head-butted him and slid down to the ground. Ronan staggered and tripped when he suddenly felt her legs slide into his. He fell to the ground.
Addy watched him from a sitting position. She held both sticks in her hands. Her arm was throbbing, but she suspected that his head was in much more pain.
He got up slowly and looked over to her. This was all a game to her. A game she would always win. He slumped down and sat across from her.
"I'm sorry." She apologized honestly enough. "I only take fighting seriously when I have to."
Ronan blinked. "You never practice?" He was surprised by that. Her skills were honed to the finest degree.
"Not that I can remember." She said, getting up. "Let's get something to eat." She suggested, quickly changing the topic.
Ronan nodded and stood.
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"So, you're thinking we let them stay?" Sheppard asked. He had been discussing the matter for the past half-hour with Weir.
Weir nodded, "Besides that first incident." She said, referring to when Addy beat up Rodney, "They seem to have no ill intentions."
"And Addy has the gene." Sheppard pointed out.
Weir nodded. "I think we can assume it's safe."
"We don't know much about them." Sheppard pointed out.
Weir raised an eyebrow in amusement. "What did we know about Ronan before we let him join us?"
Sheppard smiled and laughed. "True."
"So it's settled." Weir said, standing. Sheppard nodded and stood too. They left her office and headed off in separate directions to try and find the girls.
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