"You're going to make a hole if you keep doing that." Teyla stopped her pacing and looked at Sheppard with puzzled eyes. "Your pacing," he explained, "is going to wear the floor down." Realizing what he meant she turned and took a seat next to him. "You know, it's not like you to get so worked up like this."
"It is all my fault," she quietly stated, eyes looking toward the infirmary doors. "I should have taken her to the mainland earlier. Now she is hurt because of me."
"We don't know that for a fact. Carson is still examining her."
"If she is not hurt, why is it taking so long?"
"You know the doc likes to do a thorough job. He'll be coming out anytime now." Moments later Beckett appeared and began to walk to them. Teyla was up on her feet before he was halfway to them.
"How is she?" she asked.
"It's nothing serious," the physician answered. "The wee lass only has a bump on the head, probably caused from the fall."
"But what would cause her to be unconscious on the floor?"
"She wouldn't tell me. Why don't you ask her yourself, she's awake and asking for you." By the time he finished his sentence she had already entered the infirmary. Beckett looked at Sheppard, who simply shrugged.
Teyla hurried to Miryana, who wrapped her arms around the woman. Besides a small wrap around her head, she appeared fine.
"I am sorry," the girl whimpered into her chest. "I promise I will be good. Please do not let it get me."
"What was it, Miryana?" The girl backed away slightly, rubbing at her eyes.
"I do not know, but it was dark. It came at me so fast. I am afraid. I want to go to the room." Teyla looked to Beckett, who stood a little bit off with Sheppard.
"I'd rather keep her here for observations, but I don't want to put the wee one through any more stress right now. You promise to keep a watch and let me know if anything comes up?"
"I promise, Dr. Beckett."
"Okay then, you're free to go," Beckett told Miryana. Without hesitation she slid off the bed and clutched at Teyla.
"Thank you," the Athosian quietly told Beckett as she guided the girl back to their room.
After they left Beckett said, "I don't like it. She's growing too attached."
"I know. I've never seen Teyla act like this before. She was actually impatient while waiting for you."
"Teyla? Impatient?" The disbelief was obvious in his voice.
"I know, that's what I thought. It'll be hard for her, but the sooner Miryana is on the mainland, the better it will be. Especially with this intruder on the loose."
"Still no luck in finding him?"
"No, and it make matters worse, someone hacked into the system to disable the sensors in various parts of the city. They're working on restoring them now, but it may take some time. Has Radek woken yet?"
"Not yet. I will let you know when he does."
"Right. You be careful, okay?"
"Aye, you too." Sheppard left to check on the status of the search.
ooOoo
Weir leaned back, rubbing tiredly at her temples. The mysterious intruder that had now attacked twice had left her with a pounding headache. There were too many questions and not enough answers. She felt she should do more, but the military was conducting a complete search of the city, assuring her everything was being done that could be done. So she had forced herself back to her office to tackle the pile of reports that had gathered during the last week. There were so many reports to be filed, simple requests of materials and personnel and the ever-present letter of complaint, courtesy of Kavanagh. Even though they were in a different galaxy the paperwork remained the same. Deciding to finish the rest tomorrow, she closed the laptop.
The military had reported this section of the city safe, though some soldiers still patrolled the area. As she walked the quiet halls her thoughts turned to Miryana. Although she was the latest victim, at least the young girl had been spared from any severe injury. It had been a few days since Weir had talked to Teyla about bringing the girl to the mainland. The Athosian had been obviously conflicted over the idea, knowing Miryana would benefit more from living on the mainland but still wanting to be close to ensure the child's safety. If anything, this attack should only reinforce the necessity of her leaving Atlantis.
"Late night?" Weir looked up, startled from her thoughts. Sgt. Ballard offered a warm smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Just not used to seeing others at this time of night."
"It's okay," Weir assured her. "I'm actually heading off to sleep now. I didn't know you were on night duty."
"Colonel Sheppard has everyone cycling through the shifts, his idea of a mandatory down time I think. I don't mind. I used to work nights back home before I joined the military."
"Mandatory down time? I think the Colonel should follow his own ideas." The solider laughed.
"I agree with you there, ma'am. Anyway, I have to continue on. Have a good night."
"Thanks, you too." The solider nodded her head and turned to continue her patrol. As Weir turned to go she heard a noise coming from one of the labs. Moving to see who was still up she entered the room, finding it empty. One of the consoles was active and she casually glanced at the data, pausing as she realized it was from the hidden room on the mainland. The more she read, the more concerned she became.
"Oh my god." Weir backed away, reaching for her radio and tapping it on. Now she understood why such precautions had been taken, and what fools they had been. "This is Weir in science lab three. I need all available military personnel to report to---" The rest of the words were caught off as a powerful electrical shock raced through her body. Collapsing to her knees in pain she turned, eyes wide in disbelief.
"I really did not want to kill you." Weir watched as her assassin lifted a zapstick, but before the final strike could be dealt Sgt. Ballard appeared.
"Dr. Weir!" The soldier quickly drew out her firearm and shot at the assassin, who managed to dodge and charge. The weapon struck Ballard hard in the stomach, doubling the woman over, which allowed for another strike, only this time to the head. The soldier crumbled to the ground, still. Without a moment's pause the assassin turned back to Weir with an eerie grin that faded as the sounds of footsteps grew louder. With an almost panicked look the assassin charged forward to the console, typing frantically before slamming the weapon down onto it, activating the electrical charge. Weir had only managed to get one foot on the ground before the console exploded, the blast sending her into darkness.