So, I stood there for a long time, staring at...well, me. Honestly, I didn't look so good. I looked like I was dying. I watched people come in, talk about me, and leave. Beckett tried several things to try and save me, but nothing really seemed to affect me the way I needed it to.
After a while, I got bored waiting on them to come up with something to save me. I walked out of the infirmary and towards the gate room. I needed to hear about the plans outside of the infirmary. I knew that Sheppard and Weir were coming up with a plan somehow, and I wanted to know what that was.
As I walked, I heard several people talking about my condition. I heard all sorts of things from being a lost cause to getting better, but I knew that wasn't true...either one. I turned down the corridor towards the gate room, and saw McKay and Ronon talking. They were heading in the same direction as me, so I ran to catch up to them.
McKay spoke in a hushed voice," There is nothing we can do. She's dying-"
Ronon snapped at McKay, glaring at him," I know she's dying! You have to do something! We can't just sit back and do nothing. Run tests on the poison that Beckett pulled out of her!"
McKay replied almost in a hysterical tone," What am I? Answer man? I can't just run a simple test! Her whole body is affected...we don't know what is going on with her! Her DNA has completely re-written itself!"
That surprised me. I blurted out," What? My DNA is re-writing itself? How the hell is that possible?" It was pointless to comment, because they couldn't hear me, and stupid me, forgot that part for a split second and I reached out to grab McKay's right shoulder, to stop him and demand answers, when my hand passed right through him. I looked at my hand as I stopped dead in my tracks. Suddenly, it hit me. I couldn't be heard, nor could they feel me. I felt useless.
During my moment of realization, Ronon and McKay finished their argument and Ronon started to storm towards me. I didn't bother stepping out of the way. I figured that it wasn't like he'd knock me over or I'd interfere with his path, but when he passed through me, he stopped cold. He turned and I swear our eyes met. He kept looking at me for a moment or two. I looked at him, and slowly approached him," You felt me...didn't you? You can sense me!" I suddenly felt very giddy with glee. That's when Ronon shook the feeling from his very being, as he started back on his path...away from me. And now, the giddy feeling is gone.
I tried the same thing with other people. No one seemed to have the same reaction that Ronon did. I came up with a plan. I had to get Ronon to realize that I was still here in presence. They couldn't give up on me. I started to look for him in all the normal places I could think of, but unfortunately, I couldn't find him at all. I sat down on the steps of the gate room, waiting for teams that were on missions off world, thinking he'd gone with them. I sat there for hours, waiting. People kept walking through me, and it was getting rather annoying. I protested a couple of times, but remembered that it was pointless, especially since they couldn't hear me, and in reality, it's not like they could see me anyways.
I sat there all afternoon. I lost count of how many teams came through the gate, and none of them, had Ronon with them. Suddenly, a conversation grabbed my attention," We have some coordinates of where that Wraith dog went." I stood up and practically ran up the stairs to hear more of the conversation.
Lorne was explaining to Weir and Sheppard about this newest discovery. "We could track this creature straight to the Wraith camp that we've located through our Puddle Jumper. It's not too far from the gate, and we could eliminate the threat."
"What do you mean threat?" Weir questioned.
Lorne cleared his throat and explained," The reason the gate's been so active, is because they keep trying to connect to us. Rodney has managed to block that address temporarily." I stood there watching them discuss the possibility to go and annihilate this group of Wraith that had put me on my death bed and was wondering why this was even a question. If it were me, I'd be there, kicking the crap out of them all, but I knew that Weir was different. She wouldn't just say yes, she had to think about it until the very last possible second.
As they were talking, I looked over and saw Ronon walking through the gate with a small team of scouts. It was silly, but I'd never been so excited to see someone before, until today. I ran down the stairs of the control room, into the gate room and walked up to Ronon. He walked off towards his quarters. I followed.
For some reason, I kept talking to him. Maybe I thought that if I talked to him, he'd eventually hear me. "You can't give up on me, Ronon! I know you felt me the other day. You have to figure out a way to save me...I don't want to die...and I can feel it. And this is different then the feeling I had when that dog beast thing attacked me." I started to remember that Wraith-dog. If it were up to me, I would have called it a giant wolf, as it was bigger than a dog. The size of the teeth and claws, were longer than my fingers, as my shoulder could attest to that. I shuddered just thinking about that stupid creature and the attack.
I walked behind Ronon and he suddenly stopped in front of his door, and before he opened it, he looked over his right shoulder at me. I was now intrigued. He opened his door and walked into his room. I followed, and of course, the door closed in on me. That was a feeling, I'd rather not repeat. I stepped through and shook the feeling away. Ronon stripped his dirty shirt off and threw it across his room with such anger. It startled me a little. I watched his movements and he was very angry about something, I was hoping that it was my situation. He sat down at the foot of his bed and placed his head in his hands.
I approached him warily. I'm not sure why, it wasn't like he could hurt me or anything. He sighed heavily and I reached out my hand and tried to touch his head. My hand passed through and I pulled back, realizing that I had once again, forgotten that I couldn't physically touch people. His head jerked up and he looked around his room. I knelt down in front of him, meeting his eyes," You know I'm here...you can feel me..." I passed my hand through his leg to test my theory. He stood up quickly. I followed in suit. He grabbed a clean shirt, put it on, and left his room. I sighed in a frustrated manner but followed.
I have never followed or stalked anyone, but I felt like I was doing just that, with Ronon. Looking back on it, I think it was justified, especially since he was the only one who could feel or sense my presence. It was pretty lonely, not having someone who could. He marched straight for the gate room. He got there, but before he could say anything, Beckett's voice echoed through the speaker in the control room," Sheppard, Weir, you better get down here."
Suddenly, my whole being hurt. I felt like I was being ripped apart by dogs. I clutched my stomach and fell to the ground screaming in pain. Weir and Sheppard took off towards the infirmary, and Ronon stepped through me, and stopped. I was on the ground, in pain, looking up at Ronon through tear filled eyes. He looked around as if he were looking for me, at least that was my hope.
Sheppard shouted," Ronon! Let's go!" He hesitated for a brief moment, but he left as ordered, leaving me on the ground in pain, and quite possibly dying.
A/N: Another chapter for my loyal readers! There are so many of you, it's crazy!
Things are about to pick up, and I'm hoping you stick around to see what else is coming!
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