TEN

Leaning over her patient Jen checked his vitals, worried when there wasn't much change. He appeared to be a little more comfortable, but his fever was still too high. She rechecked his wound and stitches under the watchful and suspicious eyes of Mr. WWF.

Burnon had returned to check their progress, but left shortly after reminding her of her responsibility to save his son if she wanted to live.

Jen wanted to stuff that broken record down his throat and watch him choke on it.

She was tired, scared, and hungry, and the armed idiot standing across from her smelled like wet socks. When she'd told Burnon she wanted water and something to eat, he'd only laughed and suggested she hadn't done anything yet to deserve a reward.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the blanket tightly wrapped around her shoulders, she tried to keep her thoughts positive but damn it was hard fighting the nausea that rolled through her stomach as she thought about her predicament. A commotion outside in the corridor got her attention and she stood as Silus strode into the room.

"He wants to see her. You're dismissed." He said to her wrestler, who nodded and left.

Turning towards her Silus sneered and reached for her arm but she pulled back.

"Where are we going?"

"Burnon has a surprise for you." Silus laughed.

Jen's heart beat faster. She looked behind her at the boy on the bed then back to Silus. "He's not out of the woods yet."

Silus just smiled and grabbed her left arm. Jen gasped and winced when he spun her towards the hallway. "Move."

Jen stumbled along beside Silus, to anticipate the turns before he twisted her shoulder each time he turned her. She guessed right part of the time. The other's resulted in a flash of pain shooting down her arm. Damn. If she hadn't torn something in the fall, she was sure as hell having it torn off now.

He dragged back towards her cell, but paused outside a large cavern she'd passed several times already. Two men were struggling to move a box out of the hallway and into other room, which was already filled to capacity with crates and boxes. He turned and pulled her inside, shoving her down on a crate by the door. "Stay." He ordered, stepping back into the hallway to direct the two men. Jen looked around the room, noting the various characters and labels on the boxes and crates, and not recognizing any of them.

She wiggled further back onto the crate she was sitting on, making herself somewhat comfortable. Something sharp jabbed against her lower back and she angled to move it. Her motion caused a domino effect and something else to slide onto a lower crate beside her with a soft thud. She looked behind her and her body jolted with shock. It couldn't be!

Her heart slamming, she quickly glanced at Silus who was arguing with the two farmers over how best to organize the boxes, then she looked behind her at the familiar shape of the weapons.

P90's?

It had to be John and Rodney!

If their guns and rucksacks were here … then they were here. Weren't they? But if they were here why hadn't she seen them? Unless they weren't here and someone had just stolen their stuff. Oh hell. She blinked back the desperation and tears threatening to escape.

Leaning to the side she tried to see what had fallen and got a second shock that stopped her heart.

A gun so unusual she'd only seen one like it, and it was never far from its owner.

Ronon.

No. No, no, no!

Without taking her eyes of Silus, Jen slowly lowered her trembling fingers and pulled the gun closer, her heart stuttering with each scraping noise it made. If it was here – he was here. Somewhere. They were all here. They'd come for her – he'd come for her!

But something had to have happened to them! Did they need her help? Were they injured? Were they even alive? The thoughts rebounded around in her head as she struggled to bring the gun under the edge of the blanket. Once she had it close enough her shaking fingers fumbled as she tried to tuck it in behind her.

If that bastard Burnon did anything to them - medical oath be damned – she'd blast a hole through to his murdering soul.

Crap this thing is heavy. How the hell does he make it look so easy?

Finished his conversation, Silus turned towards her and she froze, fearful that he'd seen what she'd done. What she had.

But he simply yanked her to her feet and proceed to haul her back out into the hallway. They walked quickly past the cell they'd kept her in, and down a darkened corridor.

She gasped when Burnon stepped in front of her with a flourish.

"Ah, my treasured guest."

Jen fought to keep the trembles to a minimum but her physical and mental form was fast reaching its limit.

"You're just in time for the party." Burnon continued, his face lit with a maniacal grin.

He stepped aside and allowed her entrance to another cell. Glancing past him she saw two faces she'd prayed to see since the ordeal started, and a third she'd only dreamed of.

John, Rodney, Ronon.

They were here, they were alive.

For the moment.