AN: So I realized today that this story is mostly finished, I think, and I'm hoping to get it written soon! Thanksgiving cleanup is done, Christmas prep is… well, we'll ignore that for now. Anyway, hopefully I'll have time to write over Christmas break.
Thanks to Ladygris and Sirona for reviewing and Kjnh and Galabrielle18 for alerting!
Sirona: First, you're welcome.
Second, so I've been told. Thank you for re-affirming that notice.
Lucas is a very interesting character. Many quirks about him. I like to think of him as a maniacal killer that plays games with his prey.
But what if he's not? That, my friend, is the million dollar question.
Don't worry, Sheppard will be fine. Lorne on the other hand… ;) Well, you get my drift.
And, I'm sorry if this wasn't soon enough. Thanks for reviewing!
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Sheppard awoke slowly. He tried to recall what had happened, but it seemed to slide out of his grasp before he could remember.
Opening his eyes, he saw that: 1) he was in a cell and 2) he was alone.
Suddenly, he remembered what had happened. Lucas in Atlantis, Lucas' eyes glowing, Lucas taking both himself and Lorne through the gate, and Lucas stunning them both.
But where was Lorne?
Standing and walking to his cell door, he looked out but couldn't see anything except more cell doors. They seemed identical to his own, with metal slotted doors and walls made of stone.
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Lorne's awakening was quite different. He jerked awake, looking around.
Seeing no one in the room, Lorne quickly took stock of himself and his surroundings.
He was fine, more or less. His head was pounding from being stunned, but otherwise he seemed alright.
He was sitting on a large bed which sat in the middle of the room. Said bed had a large teal canopy over it and was surrounded by wardrobes and dressers.
Standing, he quickly searched throughout the room for any weapons he could use, but found none. He was wearing Pegasus native clothing, his Atlantis uniform nowhere in sight.
Lorne tore the canopy off one of the bed posts, and broke the post off. Breaking it in two, he realized that it would be a good substitute for bantos rods. He'd sparred with Teyla on many occasions and was reasonably good with the rods.
Holding the make-shift rods ready, Lorne slowly opened the only door in the room, hoping it headed to outside.
Unfortunately, it didn't. Evan was now at the end of a long hall with what looked like cells on each side.
"Only one way to go." He muttered to himself as he started off towards the other end of the hall, where a door, identical to the one he'd just come out of, stood.
Carefully checking each cell before passing, Lorne was not surprised to find them empty. Lucas wanted him for something, but Lorne was hoping he'd get away first.
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An hour later, Lorne had still not found his way out of the complex. It seemed to be just a giant maze, with only one correct way out and lots of dead ends.
He'd found quite a few more cells, but they too were empty. He hoped Colonel Sheppard would be around somewhere, but had yet to find him.
Turning a corner, Lorne found himself face to face with Lucas. Raising the make-shift bantos rods, Lorne tried to prepare himself for whatever Lucas had planned.
"Evan!" Lucas greeted him cheerfully. "How are you? I apologize for not coming to you as soon as you woke, but I had urgent matters to attend to."
It was then that Lorne noticed that Lucas stood beside a cell, and in that cell stood Sheppard.
"Colonel." He greeted. "You alright?"
"Just dandy. You?" Sheppard replied easily.
"Fine, Sir." The standard reply slipped off his tongue like clockwork before his attention returned to Lucas. "What do you want with us?" He asked.
"You, quite a few things. John, on the other hand, will be released shortly."
"What do you want with me?"
"Nothing that is not out of your power to agree to." Lucas said cryptically. "But enough of that, please, Evan, have a seat."
Lucas gestured to a chair that had been set to the side, out of the way. Lorne felt himself being pulled towards the chair, and though he tried to fight it, couldn't and soon found himself sitting in the metal chair, bedpost rods on the floor across the room.
"John." Lucas began, "You will witness a process, then you will be released. You will not attempt a rescue or Evan will be killed instantly, understood?"
Sheppard nodded mutely, knowing there was nothing he could do against this crazy man.
"Good." Lucas smiled at Lorne. "Now then, this may sting slightly."
The back of Lucas' neck began bulging unnaturally, and within a few seconds a slit appeared in it, a Goa'uld symbiote slithering out. Once the symbiote was completely out, Lucas' body fell to the ground, unmoving. The Goa'uld moved towards Lorne's chair, slowly climbing it.
Lorne struggled for all he was worth, but to no avail. The Goa'uld reached his neck and proceeded to take control of his body. His mind screamed out for help, but his body was out of his control. He saw himself stand and move towards Sheppard's cell, telling him 'goodbye' and watching as he vanished.
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AN: Okay, okay! I know! Short chapter! But I kinda wanted to go ahead and get something out rather than make you wait even longer for a longer chapter. Thanks to all who've stayed with me thus far!
