Disclaimer: I don't own Atlantis.
A/N: What if the Genii took over Atlantis? I was going to do another alternate to The Storm/The Eye but this one demanded to be written instead. This story is 525 words. Character death implied.
What If...
Never Say Goodbye
Rodney sat at a table in the cornor, shoving food into his mouth. He never thought it would happen, but he really hated MREs. He wanted something, anything that wasn't dehydrated, freeze-dried, or condensed. When, he finally slowed down, he pushed the fork around on his plate. Another thing he never thought would happen, he didn't want to go back to work. He sighed, a piece of hair escaped from behind his ear and fell his face. He roughly shoved it behind his ear again.
"May I sit here?" A voice asked him. His face was already turning into a frown, he looked up.
"Teyla!" He nearly collapsed over himself to make space for her. "Sit down of course of course!" He smiled hesitantly at him. He watched as the two guards that followed her hovering around the table. "You can go." They looked startled at first. One sneered and drew up, standing straighter. "It's not like she's going anywhere." The other guard gave the other one a look and they both moved a couple tables away. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"You should not antagonize them so." She whispered sternly, though her features were gentle and her eyes soft.
"Maybe, they shouldn't have taken over Atlantis." He growled. He kept his voice low.
Teyla sighed, "What done is done. Nothing can change it now." There was sadness in her voice. And internal sadness, not even stories of the Wraith would bring.
"You can't mean that. We can take back the city. We can make them leave." His voice was desperate and he knew it.
She lips curved slightly, and warmth filled her eyes. She took his hand and held it in hers. "Do not give up Rodney but do not fight. You will not win."
"But..." She shushed him and pulled up his sleeve. The gash on his arm was red and swollen. He shook his arm away violently.
"They will only cause you harm. You may even lose your life." She looked at him firmly, unshed tears in her eyes.
That wound was still deep and he ducked his head as tears filled his own.
"I am leaving tomorrow." He abruptly raised his head.
"What!" No, no, no. She couldn't leave. Teyla leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. It was brief and when she pulled away, he nearly whimpered. A harsh breathe left his mouth instead.
"Do not give up." She repeated again, her forehead still touching his. Then, the pressure was gone and he opened his eyes in surprise. The guards had come back.
The big one spoke, "Want to give he some of that?"
He glared at the guard while Teyla simply ignored him.
"See you soon." She smiled again, a tear slipped down her face.
"Yes." See you soon.