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Bound to Happen - Chapter 6

Song Inspiration: Loss of Sense by Moodorama

Imprisonment

Darkness clouded the muddy light as it filtered down from the ceiling of ashen gray rock and sanguine brown mud interior. Dusty wind swept through, howling, making the motley crew awaken from their various, strained positions. Ears ringing, eyelids slowly rustled awake, dry eyes meeting dusty air.

Ronon's massive form, shifted, as he rocked his body over from the hampered space he occupied, his dreadlocks, poking into his dry, red eyes. Stretching his arms and legs, he could make out two other figures beside him. As the blurry shapes began to take form, he remembered their imprisoner's voices and the way they had been tousled into their now rocky prison.

He had had some ruff times in the past, but this by far was one of the worst. He felt his stomach gurgle uncomfortably as his breakfast, threatened to make a return visit. Rubbing with his right hand, he pulled it away, only to find a sweat and dirt mixture on his hands. Disgusted only slightly, he wiped them on the inside of his coat.

Reaching with his left hand, he patted Teyla's shoulders, noticing how slow she was to wake. Anything that took that long to awaken the woman, concerned him gravely. In a voice far too shaky, he managed to ask, "Teyla?"

The woman's eyelids fluttered open and a wracking cough bellowed from her throat.

"Yes…Ronon? Where are we?"

From what he could tell it was some kind of interiot to a complex as the lights strewn above both inside their cell and on the outside were clearly required electricity to function. He could also tell that despite the mud caked walls they were indeed made of rock not mud so that put them somewhere inside of manmade building, though he could tell it was not the natives buildings…which were made strictly of mud and straw.

As he skimmed their surroundings trying to decipher more, the ball of flesh that was Dr. McKay stirred.

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Through the hazy fog in his brain, Rodney could feel the jab of something poking his side. Lazily he swiped at it, his eyes remaining closed while he felt a little drool goop down the side of his cheek. Suddenly the insistent jab was back and this time a little harder. Shoving it away again, he startled as he felt the jab press hard at him, this time poking his lower back.

Grumbling at the insistent jab of whatever it was that had him firmly irritated, his tempered steel blue eyes met that of Ronons'.

"Wake up, McKay," bellowed Ronon's voice, piercing his sensitive ears.

Rodney jerked back, "Stop it. I'm awake." After dusting off his jacket, and wiping away the spittle, he glanced around. "Where are we?"

Ronon, dusted off his own jacket, shrugging, "I have no idea." Then turning his concerned eyes to Teyla, he eased, "Take it easy, the drug or whatever they gave us seems to take some time to wear off."

If there was one thing he knew he didn't like it was being drugged and dragged off to be imprisoned in a cell, without knowing the reason why. Ronon's guess would have rested on the Genii, it wouldn't be the first time they tried something like this. Or he would have guessed another reason, having to do with the gene but somehow those guesses didn't seem correct or even valid in this situation. It was more probable that this situation dealt directly with the natives and the Jaruden symbol.

Teyla hadn't seen any indication of 'foul-play' as one calls it but then again; she wasn't really up to guesses at the moment. Her head was throbbing steadily, as if someone had hit her across the head with a log. Reaching over to where Rodney grumbled as he checked his vest for his scanner and the plate recovered earlier, she noticed their weapons still on them.

In fact, aside from the drug and the cell they were now in, nothing on them had been touched. That should have been her first clue that this was not a good situation but her concern was elsewhere.

"Where's the Colonel? And why have they not taken our weapons?" inquired Teyla, taking Ronon's hands to climb to her feet.

"I don't know," answered Ronon, truthfully.

He hated not understanding what his enemy's moves were. The Wraith, the Genii he could understand how they thought and thus allowed himself to anticipate what their next moves would be. With these people or whatever they were, he could only make half-guesses to their true intent. He had only glimpsed the thing that had logged him, Teyla and Rodney into the cell before he had left. He was certain it was Wraith but the features were off somehow. Then soon after the darkness had reclaimed him.

Rodney looked back, "You know after all this, you'd think I'd be used to this, get drugged and become a prisoner scenario."

Teyla smiled faintly, "I know what you mean Dr. McKay."

Checking his gun, Ronon walked over to the bars, trying to pry them open. Even shooting at them with his gun made no difference. The bars somehow were individually protected by a thin force field and had Rodney been paying attention he would have commented but at the moment his eyes were on the figure walking towards Ronon, it's cloak wrapped tightly about itself.

The vague memory of ringwraith's came unbidden to Rodney's mind, he had enjoyed that movie too, and of course he wouldn't admit it to anyone should they ask.

Standing up, Rodney stared at it, fear swelling in his eyes, "Why are you doing this to us? Who are you? Where's Sheppard? I demand to speak to someone in charge!"

This was ridiculous. He didn't need another problem to contend with. He knew somehow that shouting at the figure wasn't going to result in pleasant outcomes but none-the-less Rodney was sick of being knocked unconscious by aliens or Genii and he certainly didn't like the way his stomach was rocking uncomfortable as he swallowed his spittle down his dry throat.

In the dim light, Rodney saw the figure smile, it's sharp teeth glinting slightly. Though it wasn't a Wraith, he couldn't tell in the light for sure, he was certain it was something else. It pointed a gloved hand, once at Rodney, as something in the shadows moved forward.

Into the light came a native the young man's tattooed forearms and painted face with feathers in his hair very clearly pointing this out. He shuddered slightly as the cloak of the being barely touched his thigh he lifted up what appeared to be a dartgun.

With a whistling hiss, a dart imbedded itself firmly in Rodney's forehead before he could say something scathing, and within moments his body jerked, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His body slumped to the floor promptly, as Teyla, reached for him. Ronon withdrew his gun in an instant only to find a similar dart prick him between the eyes.

As Teyla's attention was drawn to Ronon's falling body, she turned her head only to feel the prick in her neck and soon consciousness left her.

The final thing any of them heard before the cell was opened was the cold, harsh, lifeless laugh, like a Wraiths', it's too familiar feel sending chills up their spines.