Carson gave Darci a dose of painkillers and a sedative before joining the others.

"How far along is she?" Woolsey asked, shooting a glance at the now still figure on the bed.

"About eight weeks."

"Why do you think she won't tell us who the father is?"

"Maybe she was attacked by one of those Scavers and it's too painful for her." John suggested.

"Perhaps," Carson rubbed a hand over the stubble on his face, "But if she was any signs of assault would be long gone."

"There is a good chance Michael did something to her. Maybe some sort of twisted experiment?"

"From what I can tell the baby appears to have been conceived naturally. There is no trace of any experimentation. No injections, no foreign substances, nothing to indicate she and the fetus were test subjects."

"Well she was the only survivor of the attack on her ship and that was six months ago so I guess that leaves a Scaver assault."

"I'll know more in a couple of hours. I'm running some tests that should tell us the baby's lineage."

"Alright," Woolsey turned to John and Teyla, "Let's regroup and plan our next interrogation with Michael - Tyll - whatever!"

They were discussing tactics with a still brooding Ronon and the head of security Ericsson in Woolsey's office when they heard from Carson a couple of hours later.

"Beckett to Sheppard."

"Go ahead."

"I got the results of the tests on Mich - Tyll as well as Darci's baby. The baby is human and - Wraith."

"What?" John looked around the room at the others as Ronon grunted, "Then he was experimenting with on her."

"I really don't think so. Besides, if he was then he should know about the pregnancy. You heard Darci, she hasn't told him yet."

"Then how do you explain the Wraith DNA?"

"I can't."

A strange expression passed over Teyla's face but she did not comment.

"Thanks Carson. Sheppard out."

"Well." Woolsey crossed his fingers on the table in front of him, "I think it's time we have another go at Mich - Tyll."

"Leave me alone with him for five minutes." Ronon snarled.

"Thank you for the offer Ronon but we need too many answers from him to allow you to kill him right now. Perhaps knowing Darci is pregnant might encourage him to be more cooperative."

"How so?" Teyla asked.

"If he cares as much for her as he claims then he will be concerned for her and the baby's welfare."

"What do you mean by that? Are we going to use a pregnant woman to force him into submission?"

"Teyla," Woolsey's expression was strained, "We don't have many options. The longer we go without knowing what is going on, the more vulnerable we are."

"I see." Teyla replied coolly.

"Teyla," John interjected, "It's not like we're going to withhold medical care or harm her. But she's the only bargaining chip we have right now."

"Yes, I see."

"The expression on your face - the tone of your voice - tells me you don't see at all."

"I do not consider a woman who is with child a "bargaining chip" Colonel."

"Alright, poor choice of words. Let's go see if we can get any further with Mich - I mean Tyll. Not you Ronon," Sheppard held up his hand as the large man headed for the door, "You're not going anywhere near him right now."

"That's a mistake."

"So you keep telling me." They watched Ronan storm away once again, "Ericsson, keep an eye on him."

"Yessir."

"Back again?" Michael - Tyll sneered at them from the other side of the bars.

"We thought you might like an update on Darci." John returned the scornful expression, "But if you're aren't interested..."

Tyll's expression wavered, "How is she?"

"She's doing fine. No permanent damage."

They watched relief washed over his face.

"Thank you Colonel," his voice was forced, "Please thank Dr. Beckett for me."

"Oh I'm sure he'll be touched by you appreciation. By the way, did you know that Darci's pregnant?"

His shocked expression answered the question even before his words did, "No, but that explains why she has been ill. How can that be possible? How could I not have seen it?"

"Do you know who the father is?" Woolsey asked.

Tyll froze, hesitating before answering,"Yes."

"Who is it?"

They watched him open his mouth to answer but close it again, a wariness settling over his face.

"Well?"

The hybrid raised his chin and fixed them with a defiant stare.

"It's you," Teyla said quietly, stepping forward, "You and Darci have a relationship. You are the baby's father."

Tyll finally nodded, "Yes, but I would hope that you will not hold that against the child."

"What?" Sheppard exclaimed, "You mean you can - and with a human?"

"We are not that different Colonel. But I must admit, I never imagined that I could reproduce with a human."

"Whoa..."

Tyll frowned, "If Michael finds out about this baby - he will stop at nothing to get it. You saw how desperately he wanted Teyla's child but for a human – Wraith child - with his DNA - he will not stop until he has it in his possession. Darci must be protected and if you insist on keeping me confined then I must depend on you to protect her and our child."

"We will take good care of Darci and the baby while they are here." Woolsey replied, "But we want some answers."

Tyll stared at him for a moment, "What do you want to know?"

"We already believe that you are Michael's clone but was he the one that we killed?"

"Yes, I am a clone. I have all the memories and knowledge of the original but I am not him." he glanced at Teyla, "He was not the one you killed either."

Sheppard groaned, "So you're telling me the real Michael is still out there murdering people?"

"I do not not know what he is doing. I severed all contact with him over five months ago."

"Why?"

"It was not long after I found Darci I knew I had to cut ties from him to keep her safe."

Sheppard snorted.

"I don't understand this new found affection for a human considering how many you've murdered."

"My original murdered - I have killed no one except the Scavers. I still have all the memories – anger - hurt - that drives Michael but I have not acted on it."

"Are there more of you?" Woolsey was watching him, his piercing gaze unrelenting.

"There were three of us that turned out stable enough to be useful to him. One was sent in his stead when he attacked Atlantis. That was who you sent off that ledge."

"About that." Sheppard's eyes narrowed, "How did you know how he died?"

"Telepathic connection. We basically watched everything play out with Michael providing direction," Tyll's eyes settled on Teyla again, "He was very disturbed by the outcome."

"If he wanted a different outcome then perhaps he should have behaved better." Teyla replied coolly.

"I do not disagree."

"So you ran for Darci," Woolsey was studying him with inquisitive dark eyes, "You expect us to believe that?"

"I do not care what you believe. I was originally left on another planet to continue his research and that is all I did, day after day. But then something happened when Darci's shuttle crashed. I found her crawling out of the wreckage, badly injured yet not giving up. She looked up at me, barely conscious and - I cannot explain it - but I suddenly wanted to care for her. A bond grew as she healed and I began to feel more -," he stopped, as if embarrassed, "I could tell Michael was sensing her and not understanding would eventually come to investigate. I abandoned my lab and moved us to the planet where Colonel Sheppard found us. I worked on blocking him from my head so he could not find us."

"Wow," Sheppard said, "That's almost touching Mikey."

"Tyll."

"Yeah ok, where does that name Tyll come from anyway?"

"It was part of my - his - name before you experimented on Michael. The full name is difficult for humans to pronounce so I told Darci to call me Tyll."

"Okay - Tyll - so who were those wild looking things attacking when we found you? Those - Scavers."

"The Scavers are criminals left behind by another culture because of their violence. They used the gate to find a dumping ground. On occasion they venture past the perimeter looking for food and," he paused, a strange look passing over his face, "Well, Darci is in even more danger being female. There were more this time then have ever ventured over and they somehow managed to bypass the outer security barrier."

"So let me get this straight Michael - sorry Tyll - you and your human girlfriend have this cozy little love nest where you planted a little garden and settled in to start a family?"

"The pregnancy is - unexpected," Tyll tilted his head and smiled slightly, "But I understand how unbelievable all of this must sound to you."

"Given our past history," Woolsey said, "You'll understand why we choose to be wary and err on the side of caution."

"Of course, as I said, I only am concerned with Darci's and our child's well being whether you believe that or not."

"Right," Sheppard nodded, "So you keep saying."

"What does Darci say?"

They didn't respond, just looked at each other. Tyll smiled.

"She says the same, doesn't she?"

"You had her under your control for six months," Woolsey retorted, "For all we know Ms. Kutter is suffering from some sort of Stockholm Syndrome."

"I don't understand that reference."

"Never mind. Well, we will be back later with more questions Tyll. It would be in your best interests to answer them."

Woolsey held his eyes for a moment before turning and leaving the room. Sheppard followed after shooting Tyll a hostile look. Only Teyla remained, tilting her head from side to side as she studied him.

"You have always had an open mind Teyla. You know I speak the truth."

"Perhaps, but Michael has done irreparable damage to this galaxy - to my people. He threatened my son! I cannot just accept you as you appear when you are a part of him."

"I understand," he said quietly and she was surprised to see regret in his expression, "I have only recently become familiar with the feelings associated with caring for someone but I already know that I would die - or kill - to protect that person."

"If you truly mean that," Teyla replied evenly, "Then you will cooperate."

"I want to see Darci."

"That may be arranged but you must prove yourself first."

"Of course," there was a touch of bitterness in his tone, "I must prove my intentions to the Lanteans."

"If you wish to see Darci, if you wish to survive, you must. It is your choice but remember that Michael also had a choice, but he made the wrong one."

With that she whirled and walked briskly from the room, leaving a frustrated Tyll staring after her. His shoulders slumped and he moved to the cot and sat down. He could almost appreciate how Michael had felt being captured by the Lanteans. At the same time he understood their mistrust and hostility.

He sighed. All he wanted was to see Darci, to hold her hand and tell her he was pleased about the baby. He was pleased. Surprised yes, but the thought of her carrying their child stirred up a warmth in his chest. He wondered why she hadn't told him as she must have known for at least a couple of weeks. Maybe she had tried but he was too distracted to pay attention. He leaned his elbows on his knees and put his face in hands. He would do what it took to get back with her and the baby. Even if it meant swallowing his pride and helping the Lanteans.