L=Loyal
Teyla, Rodney and Ronon had been hurt badly after the bombing. Unconscious, they had been taken by some of the scared but brave locals to the colony's doctor.
John was with them; bruised, bloodied but alert.
"You should not go," said Korvis, the elderly doctor as he bandaged John's wounds. "You are hurt."
John looked at his teammates lying deathly still on the cots in the room.
"I have to…my comms down. I have to get back to the gate...contact my people. If…if they wake up when I'm gone, tell them I'll be back."
...
The rebels found him before he could reach the gate. What followed was twelve hours of torture interspersed by the same shouted questions over and over and…
Where are the rest of your people!? They knew he wasn't alone.
Are you planning an attack?
What type of weapons do you have?
WHERE ARE THE REST OF YOUR PEOPLE!?
John kept his mouth shut except for:
Name
Rank
Serial number
…
Lorne's team found John lying face down in the cellar of one of the bombed out buildings beaten half to death; the rebels had left him for dead.
"Sir…Colonel Sheppard." whispered Lorne, fear etched across his face at the state of John. He felt for a pulse and sighed heavily when John groaned and slowly
opened his one good eye.
"No...I won't..."
"Colonel?"
It took a while, but John slowly focused on Lorne's face.
"L-Lorne?"
"Yes, sir...it's okay we got you. We're going to get you back to Atlantis."
"I...I didn't tell them…I didn't tell them where they were..."
"They...your team? It's okay sir, we found them...they're going to be okay. We're going to find the people who did this to you, Colonel."
"I didn't tell them…" whispered John slowly closing his eye and taking a deep breath.
Lorne frowned and softly patted John on the back.
"No you didn't, sir... You kept your team safe."