Sorry it's been awhile, I was just so unsure how to approach the next chapter cause there were so many different possibilities. Thanks to all who reviewed, HeartyJessica who has been a huge help, and lots of love to all those at the 'Weir or Teyla?' forum post thing (I wonder what the answer to that question is) anyway on with chapter 7

Chapter 7: Escape

Elizabeth could barely breathe, as Fagen pinned her down to the ground. She kept slipping in and out of consciousness, but began to realise that Fagen was not hitting half as hard, or half as many times, as she tried to focus on his face all she could see was an expression of pain at what he had done. And she didn't understand. She didn't understand every time the thought of ending her marriage and running away popped into her head, there was like this trigger that convinced her stay and usually it would do its job and she would, but here she was, having the crap beaten out of her, and that trigger was making her feel love, love that wasn't there and love that Fagen didn't deserve.

Elizabeth snapped herself out of it and began to struggle. Fagen tightened his grasp and his look of anger resurfaced.

"Get off of me!" She screamed, before kneeing Fagen in the groin, causing him to fall to the floor in pain and let go of Elizabeth. Seeing this as her only chance, she ran to the door, but was stopped when he grabbed her arm and whirled her around. Elizabeth grabbed the vase off the corner table next to the door.

"You're not going any-" Fagen was instantly shut up by the vase connecting with his face. He fell to the ground and lay there still.

Elizabeth stood there in shock and didn't blink an eye when she dropped the vase and it smashed on to the ground. Tears fell down her face, as she realised what she had done…she had killed her husband. He wasn't moving and a small pool of blood was beginning to form around his head. And all she could do was stare…until she felt a searing pain in her lower stomach. She clutched her stomach and bent over in agony, as the pain subsided she slowly walked out the door, limping down the hallway. She ached all over. Her knee was killing her, her shoulder was extremely tender and she could tell her head was wet, with what she assumed was her own blood. She knocked on the first door she saw and was greeted by puzzled John Sheppard, which instantly turned into a concerned John Sheppard.

"Oh my God, come on, sit down on the bed…Teyla, Elizabeth's injured!" He called as he guided Elizabeth on to the bed.

Teyla, Ronan and Rodney all rushed in from another room. Teyla ran to Elizabeth side and started checking for injuries.

"What the hell happened?" John asked angrily.

Tears continuingly strained down Elizabeth's face, as she tried to talk between to sobs. "I told him…I wanted to go…and then, I don't know, he got angry…and he hit me and now…oh no…I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have-"

"Hey, sshh, sshh, it's okay, it's okay…"John tried to comfort her as she cried, stroking her hair. "I'm gonna fix this…"

"By killing the bastard?" Ronan offered.

Sheppard smiled dryly. "Great minds think alike, Chewy."

Rodney swallowed. "Is she gonna…"

Teyla smiled comfortingly at Rodney. "You must not worry, I think a lot of these wounds are quite superficial, many cuts and bruises, her knee and shoulder will need looking at by Dr. Beckett though. Colonel, I suggest we return to Atlantis as soon as possible."

Rodney nodded. "You heard the lady Sheppard, ASAP! On the double!"

Sheppard looked torn before receiving a demanding glare from Ronan. "Sure, but Teyla said they were superficial, so right after we kick her hubbie's ass, okay?"

Teyla frowned disapprovingly. "What would you get out of killing Fagen?"

Sheppard tilted his head to one side before turning to Ronan to let him answer.

"Satisfaction." Ronan grunted, like it was obvious. Sheppard nodded eagerly.

Elizabeth wiped the tears from her face and sniffed. "Well, I'm sorry, you're going to be very dissatisfied."

John sighed. "Elizabeth, come on, look at what he has done to you! He-"

Elizabeth finished he sentence for him. "Is already dead. I didn't mean to, I just…"

"It is alright. You did what you had to do under the circumstances." Teyla soothed. "May we go now?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Ronan said suspiciously.

"Because I believe Elizabeth is about to give birth soon." Teyla said calmly.

"What!" All the men in the room chorused.

"You mean, like here, like now, like she's already started labour, sort of contractions, kinda thing!" Rodney babbled.

"Yes," Teyla said impatiently, "But her waters have yet to break, so I suggest we leave…" She looked at the shocked men expectantly and sighed, "now!"

"Right, right, right…"Rodney said as he grabbed their things and Ronan and Sheppard helped Elizabeth off the bed.

"Let's go." And once all their things were collected, they slowly made their way to the gate and back to Atlantis, with a letter of thanks left for their hosts and an apology for the dead body in Elizabeth's room.

TBC….

A bit short I realise, but the next chapter will be better I promise, mainly because I actually know what is going to happen in it! xxx kit