MEANWHILE

Hey I am sorry if the medical and science things of this is not exact or right at all, but it adds drama J

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Everyone knew that Ronon was a man of little patients, and that with presented with the choice to either sit around and do nothing, or fight and hope for the best, he would have chosen the latter. But as McKay, glanced down at the tiny device in his hand, he grunted. The two life signs still stood still, one, somewhat fainter than the other. Ronon had felt a painful ache in his chest ever since Teyla had disappeared and soon after he had arrived on the small bit of new found land, the ache had intensified. He knew something wasn't right, he felt it. Glancing up in to the sky, neither seeing nor hearing any birds or strange flying creatures, his mind seemed to wonder if they were ever going to find Teyla. It had been days since her disappearance but to Ronon it felt like years. Rodney stopped dead in his tracks. Both Ronon and John stopped beside him, the remainder rested up ahead.

"What have you got Rodney?" Sheppard asked, his voice dry.

"The two life signs are… below us," he said, confusion seeping in to his voice.

"Here!" Ronon shouted, standing by a door that was surrounded by climbing ivy. John joined him, along with the rest of the team.

"Down there," John hesitated for a moment then nodded.

"Let's go."

The team had to walk single file down the long narrow and slopping hallway. The only light was that of the flashlights on the P90s, bouncing off of the damp walls. A loud pain filled wail echoed down the hall, causing everyone to halt. It deafened everyone, it came again, more strained this time and Ronon broke off in to a run. He knew who it was. Teyla, he could tell. He heard the shouts of those behind him calling him back, but he had to get to her. He stopped, seeing light spilling out from under the door in front of him. He heard a shuffling in side and then kicked it open. The sight that greeted him, made him ill. His heart seemed to have stopped as he saw it. He heard the others trudged up behind him gasping at the sight they too were greeted with the site. A half unconscious Teyla, lay prone at an awkward angle on the floor, while a wraith kneeled over her, its hand clasped with an icy hold to her chest. The Wraith looked up, giving them a toothy grin, Ronon snarled, finely raising his blaster and firing two shots. The Wraith was knocked to the ground with a hard thud. Running past to the two twins and holding a gun to the others head while checking for a pulse in the now unconscious Teyla, Ronon could help but think if two Teyla's, one of them being Wraith could be real. Looking down at Teyla's pale, sweat drenched face, his eyes couldn't help but wonder down to her chest, where a red, bloody hand of the feeding mark, now lay imprinted. Carson looked over her with worried eyes, one hand clamping over his mouth to prevent a gasp.

"What's wrong?" Sheppard asked, also looking down at Teyla, with a worried expression.

"Her back bone," he said, his words holding a stutter of disbelieve "She has injured it pretty bad, we need to get her out of here now!" he got to his feet and looked down at the wraith replica which lay beside her. She was different in a way, but not only in looks, it was it something else, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Ronon looked murderously down at the wraith that now lay prone on the floor. His finger, twitching on the trigger.

"We need to get her back to Atlantis." He heard Carson say, and both Halling and Rodney lifted her in to the stretcher they had brought with them. Rodney looked down at her worriedly. Seeing her so weak and fragile had been a rare occurrence. John and Ronon had picked up the female Wraith, none of them looking happy about it.

"Lets go," Carson ordered. They all followed him out.

When the jumper landed in the bay, the team wasn't prepared for the homecoming they had received. As the jumper ramp opened, the sound of stunners charging could be heard. More then a few marines stood just outside the door, their stunners pointed towards the occupants inside.

"We need a medical team right now" Carson said, paying no attention to the men with the guns and running out of the jumper. Both Halling and Rodney followed him out, carrying the stretcher in which Teyla lay. The marines lowed their guns slightly, watching as the Athosian was carried off towards the infirmary. Ronon came barrelling out of the jumper, stunner in hand, as Sheppard came strolling out too. He winced as he heard his name.

"Colonel Sheppard, just what the hell do you think you were doing? In a time of major crises you go and pull a stupid stunt like this. This could earn you a court marshal on earth," Sheppard turned and smiled charmingly at Doctor Weir, who had a face like thunder.

"Nice to see you Elizabeth oh and by the way I'm thanks for asking,"

She didn't say anything, but he could tell by the expression on her face that she wasn't happy.

"We found Teyla," he said. He expression changed, but she frowned as she could the disturbed look on Johns face.

"But?" she asked.

"We have a big problem."

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Halling looked through the window of the observation room. Teyla lay in a bed, various tubes, wires and machines sounding and were attached to her, on her chest and on her head. A long plastic tube had been placed in her mouth, helping her to breathe. Halling looked down at her, a smile placed on his face, but behind that smile his heart was breaking. He hated seeing her like this. Ever since his wife, Teyla's sister had died, she had always been there for him, just like she was to every one of her people. He turned to Carson who had walked through the door, a worried expression on his face. The team stood, waiting for the news they were about to receive. The doctor sighed.

"She hasn't seemed to have aged, but her back was seriously injured… beyond repair" the room went quite.

"How so?" Ronon asked quietly, it had been the few words he had spoken since he had come back to Atlantis.

"She broke her spine in three places. There is more then a eighty percent chance that she will be in a wheelchair."

Carson said no evidence of a smile on his face. The room was silent again. The team looked down at the unconscious Athosian. Who slept silently a motionless sleep. No sound was heard apart from the beeping of the machines below, the humming of the computers the heavy intakes of breath from each person in the room. It had seemed like hours since someone spoke.

"How could she not have aged?" John asked, going off the subject of the wheelchair.

"I don't know," Carson replied, shaking his head. "As far as the tests can tell she is still the young healthy Teyla she was before," he looked down at his chart then looked at Teyla again, sighing. "With a few differences." Carson swallowed hard then cleared his throat.

"Apart from her injury she has many cuts and bruises and she is very malnourished. When she wakes I will get her to eat something and put her on a diet to get her energy and nutrition up."

Sheppard shook his head. He wanted to see her, wanted her to open her eyes.

"Colonel?" came the sound of Lorne's voice in his ear. He activated his radio.

"What is it Major?" he asked. There was a slight pause.

"She's awake."

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John stopped just outside the door of the brig, hesitating before going in. Rubbing his sweaty hands on his pant legs he took a deep breath running his hand over the door controls. The doors opened revealing the dark room on the other side. Sheppard stared across at the figure that lingered in the cell at the end of the room, guarded by heavily armed marines with stunners. The colonel slowly made his way up to where Major Lorne stood, the head of his stunner, resting on his shoulder.

"She said anything yet?" the Colonel asked, Lorne shook his head.

"No sir she just woke up sir," the young marine replied, looking over to the woman that now stood. She glared through the vale of black hair that covered her face; her hands were clasped in each other in front of her and her posture was strangely graceful and calm. Sheppard squinted through the shadows that she hid behind thinking something was different about her. She looked different and Sheppard couldn't help but fell different around her. Not as he would normally feel round a Wraith, expectedly a female but he couldn't help but think she was not like the others. At fist they stood in silence, each staring at each other. He was not going to break the silence and apparently neither was she. He sighed.

"How are you real?" he asked. She didn't reply. Sheppard ask her the same question a few more times and he was greeted with the same silence.

"Fine, don't talk to me," he said then turned to leave.

"You are a fool," she suddenly said, in the cold voice that belonged to a cold creature her face was still engulfed in shadow. Sheppard raised an eyebrow at her sudden insult.

"And why is that?" he asked cockily, suddenly remembering that the woman across from his want Teyla. "If you had not stunned me, the human me would not be fated to spend the remainder of my life in a wheelchair." Shepard cringed again at the thought of Teyla being in a wheelchair. Thinking back to the woman's comment he shook his head.

"Yes she wouldn't be in a wheelchair because she would be dead" John replied. Sheppard heard a mocking snigger come from the woman as she stepped in to the light, showing her face to John.

"I wasn't feeding, I was healing her," she said, Sheppard did a doubletake then smiled and nodded his head in a cynical manner.

"Really…"

"I may just be a Wraith to you, but the truth is your Teyla and I are not so different. I did not want to kill her while she lay so helpless to defend herself, so I decided to heal her so we could have a proper fight. But then you brutes had to come along and spoil it all. You're the one that practically put her in that wheelchair," John stared at the monster that stood in front of him. Her whole face was not wraith; there were still some human characteristics in her, like her teeth for instance. They weren't a long line of jagged grey fangs that bordered the jaw in a beastly non human fashion. Her cat like eyes did not seem as cold to look into as the other Wraith and her hands although clawed also resembled a human's.

"If you would allow me to proceed with the healing process i…"

"Not gonna happen," John shouted angrily, the Wraith snarled.

"Your loss," was all she said, then turned her back to the Colonel. Sheppard turned to led heading towards the infirmary.