Disclaimer : I don't own some of the scenes and quotes. Leila also belongs to Debbie418uk2.

Note : This is a tag to Debbie418uk2's Rodney's Really Bad Days, chapter 17, 'The Kirk Factor'.

Early update since I won't be able to update for about a week. I'll reply to reviews in the next chapter. Hope you like this one.

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(John's POV)

"I am Leila."

She was cute. Tall, only maybe an inch shorter than myself. Her figure was slim but curvy and her skin darkly tanned. It matched nicely with her dark blonde hair and bright green eyes. She wore a simple light brown dress that had no straps or sleeves, and came to her upper thighs. It didn't even hit me that she was the priestess, or that there could have been repercussions, when she smiled at me, I couldn't help but smile back. She was pretty, she was nice, and the people seemed nice.

"Allow me to show you around?"

Still smiling, I nodded. "You can show me whatever you want." I was referring to the village, of course. Briefly, I wondered where Rodney was. He and I remained behind to finalize a trade deal of naquadah for basic medical supplies.

Like I said, the people seemed nice. What I left out was that they were fairly primitive. They used basic swords, daggers and bows for weapons.

With a nod of her own, she bushed her hair out of her face and turned, gesturing for me to follow her. I don't even think I was too aware of where we were. One minute we were in the middle of the town, relaxing and having a small celebration with the people, the next she was leading through different rows of huts.

I didn't even notice at first, as we got farther and farther away from the center of the town. Finally, she stopped, and turned.

"For a tour, I distinctly notice a lack of…well, showing things." I offered, feeling slightly unsure as she stepped up to me. Her face was much more serious then I'd expected and she stared at me quietly. "Uh, Leila?"

She stepped right up to me, tilting her head back a little and leaning in. Next thing I know, her lips are pressed firmly against mine.

Wow. I never expect this!

I was a little bit surprised. Sure, I could tell she was flirting with me, but I wasn't expecting this from her. However, before I even got past it and to kissing her back, I heard a male, outraged cry.

"Leila!"

Jumping away from her, I felt my face heat up and turned, eyes widening as they landed on a small group of men, all of whom were glaring at me. Some carried torches, most carried swords and bows, and very slowly, one by one, they all began advancing on us.

Frowning a moment, I turned my head and saw Leila taking a step back. The look on her face was shock, but quickly turned to fear as she stepped towards the man who seemed to lead them. He was big, muscular, had long black hair and deep brown eyes. He also wore nothing but a pair of leather breeches. And he was also too young to be her father, from what I guessed.

"Torek, don't."

"He had his hands on you!"

Biting my lip, I refrained from correcting him and saying that it wasn't my hands on her. "Uh, look-"

"Silence! You come here, daring to defile Leila?!" Raising a sword, he advanced menacingly. "For that you will pay!"

Seeing him and the other men coming in my direction, I took a deep breath and turned, running for my life. Crap! I had no idea where I was going. I dodged between houses trying to ignore the confused looks people gave me as I brushed past them. I heard the men behind me, screaming of the violation of what I'd done, and picked up the pace, finding the square and dashing through it. As I ran down the road, my mind flashed back to Rodney and I wondered where he was.

I hope he doesn't end up caught by them and punished for this.

Finally, it got darker and I knew I was out of the city. I still could hear them following me, and soon saw Rodney ahead of me. He was sitting and eating a plate of food, but as I approached, he quickly stood up.

He called to me, and I responded, telling him to run, but Rodney stood there, obviously not understanding so I grabbed his arm and dragged him along behind me. We ran, he accused me, and I tried to ignored him. Of course, he knew it was Leila. I kept my answers vague. I wasn't about to admit he had a point.

I dragged him down the path and towards a hidden cave. I mentioned it to him, and he asked me how I knew. "Never mind…here!" I cleared some bushes out of the way, helping Rodney as he stumbled. I wasn't about to tell him that I'd learned a few things from a few of the younger girls.

That was perfectly innocent, by the way. They were a little too young for me.

As we hid in the cave, I rearranged the bushes quickly over the entrance and sat back and watched silently as the villagers rushed past. After a few moment, I let out the breath I was holding and turned to Rodney. "Well, that was close." Seeing Rodney on his knees, I jumped forward as he tilted sideways, seeing the arrow sticking out of his back, just to the right of his spine. Oh, crap! "Rodney!"

(Normal POV)

The arrow didn't look so bad, but it definitely must have done a lot of damage. John and Rodney spoke as they tried to relax. Rodney, good old Rodney, made his usual comments, and even brought up how Elizabeth would be less than impressed. John couldn't help his wince, knowing McKay was all too right.

Finally, after a while, neither of them were sure exactly how long, they took a risk and left the cave, moving slowly as Rodney was getting weaker from the injury. Sure, John had snapped the arrow shaft shortly after helping Rodney to the ground, in the cave, but the head was still buried deep in the scientist's body. There was no way to tell how serious it was, or if an organ had been punctured.

It took a little while, but they made it to the edge of the forest, that led to the small clearing the Stargate was situated in. Unfortunately, as Rodney has earlier suggested, there was a group of the natives camping just at the base of it.

Damn! Frowning deeply. John looked out over the small camp. There were only a few people there, but with Rodney as badly injured as he was, there was no way John could handle them all, alone. Hearing Rodney ask 'now what?", John's eyes narrowed as he thought. "Look, it's me they're really after. So how about I lure them away from the gate, you dial home, and send back help?"

"By which time you'll be pegged out…in the sun" Rodney stared at John steadily. "That's a terrible idea."

Good old Rodney, always has to state the obvious. "Not necessarily. I could outrun them." Seeing that he was clearly unconvinced, John sighed. "Do you have a better idea?"

"Unfortunately, no…"

Pursing his lips, John turned back to the small camp, sizing up his options. "Wish Ronon was here." He suddenly turned back, realizing how that must have sounded. "No offence."

Rodney didn't look all that bothered. "None taken."

Right. Arrow in his back. He's probably wishing the same thing. "He's never unarmed." And right now, staying here with no weapons seemed like a very stupid decision.

John basically outlined his plan to Rodney. Albeit, it wasn't much of a plan, but it was better than nothing. Getting a little ways away from Rodney, John took a deep breath before dashing out. Breaking cover, he ran a little ways towards the camp, making sure to get someone's attention before darting off in a random other direction. He didn't pay much attention to where he was going, as he ran back into the cover of the trees, darting between them, as long as he got the natives away from the gate.

He heard 'thunk's against trees, and knew they were firing at him. "Crap!" Dodging some more, he jumped over a fallen log, and leapt to the left, ducking behind a tree, and jumping a little as another 'thunk' was heard less then a second after he got behind the tree. Way too close!

Running more through the woods, John began to wonder if Rodney had made it through the gate. Then, all of a sudden, he heard a sound, and stopping cold, he spun around, only to be met with a sharp pain in the side of his head, followed by a pain in his side, and one in his stomach that took his breath away. Dropping quickly, he heard distant voices as the darkness came over him, and prayed Rodney was safe.

(John's POV)

"Look, it was all a big misunderstanding!" Glaring at the locked door, I sighed and turned, frowning as I looked around. The room was simple, no beds, no tables or chairs, no water sources, nothing. Obviously, it had to be a prison. I felt like crap, and guessed they must have had a ball kicking me around. They had come back shortly after I woke up, and kicked me around a little more.

I don't think it was serious, but it hurt when I breathed, and my head ached. I had bruises, and cuts all over.

Rodney was laying on the ground in a heap, obviously having been thrown there, and it took me a moment to carefully set him up so that there wasn't much pressure on his back, and I took a look at his wounds, carefully rewrapping his back injury, which, by now, was showing signs of possible infection.

Also, he was feverish, and his breathing seemed a little bit labored.

After about an hour of struggling in vain to find a way out, I heard a groan, and watched as he raised his arm to his head. His face was pale and he winced as he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the glazed look in them, I struggled not to wince.

"About time you woke up. I was getting worried." I figured if I kept it light, maybe I could keep him from being too worried.

I watched as he struggled to sit up, and retched, his face twisted in agony. He gasped, a wince crossing his features as he managed to get up to his elbows, but was shaking horribly. We spoke quietly, trying to asses our situation, and though I'd never admit it, I felt better to have him there with me. Hell, even his sarcastic comments were a bit of a relief.

"I'll just quietly die now."

You? Do something 'quietly'? Raising an eyebrow, I stayed quiet. Now really wasn't the time to point anything out.

"Maybe if you apologized…"

"I tried, Rodney. They weren't in the mood to listen-Ronon?" Staring up at the window, I blinked in shock, not really knowing what to say, as the familiar dreadlocks came into view. Of course, he had his usual grin and made a comment. I really wasn't paying too much attention, but I did mutter something in reply. Ronon mentioned my execution, and I think Rodney sounded almost disappointed when thre was no news on what they planned with him, and told me he'd be back before disappearing. He said he'd be back after dark. As he disappeared, I turned back to Rodney.

"What's he gonna do?"

I shrugged and sighed. "Knowing Ronon, he's probably gonna blow something up…"

Oh, how right I was! Not long after dark, Ronon came back and after handing me a stunner, told us to stand away from the wall. Hefting Rodney up, as he could barely stay awake, let alone stand, I carried him to the farthest point and placed myself between him and the wall before giving Ronon a thumbs up. Briefly, I prayed he wouldn't use too much C4, because otherwise he'd just end up saving the natives the trouble of an execution.

I was beyond exhausted at this point. We'd been gone for well over 24 hours, and I hadn't eaten or gotten any sleep.

You know, it was funny how at this point, I began to wonder why Leila hadn't explained things to the man who attacked us. Then again, there were many possible reasons, I guess.

Ronon blew out the wall, and with his and Teyla's help we managed to get Rodney to the cloaked jumper they'd brought. With little to no trouble, we got back through the gate and Rodney was taken immediately to the infirmary.

(A Few days Later)

I'd visited Rodney a few times, we all had. It was nice to know he was going to be alright. Heading to the lunch room, I ignored the stares I got as I carefully handled the warm plate in my hands. Seeing him sitting alone, with a large mug of coffee in his hands, I walked over, feeling bad.

I hadn't been too injured. Slightly bruised ribs, a slight concussion, a massive headache that was going to linger for a while, and a few cuts and scraps. Rodney's injury had been a lot more serious.

What happened between me and Leila should never have gotten Rodney so badly injured. I still felt bad about it.

Placing the plate down in front of him, I watched as he looked down to it, took a deep breath and smiled.

"Heard you'd escaped from the infirmary. Thought I'd come with a peace offering." Sitting down next to him, I offered him a small smile.

He nodded and smiled a little more before turning serious. He asked about the renegotiations, and I tried not to wince, recalling the little 'chat' I had with Elizabeth, Or rather, her calling me on how stupid and careless I'd been, and me listening quietly, not daring to speak back, since it was obvious she was trying to stay calm and not yell at me. We spoke a little longer, and I filled him in on what happened. Eventually, Teyla and Ronon joined us, the female Athosian placing a cup of blue jello down in front of him.

They sat next to us, and Rodney inadvertently sat back, before wincing. I winced, too, seeing what was coming but not being able to warn him before it was too late. He mentioned hating arrows, and I fought the grin, knowing we had the ammo we needed to turn this discussion lighter.

"At least you can sit with this one." Ronon put in with his trademark smirk, also picking up on the opening.

We all began laughing as Rodney stepped right up to it, and I relaxed, feeling a little better.

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