Author's Note: Some people have expressed confusion in the Star Trek side of things. Again, I will stress that if you read Phoenix-cry's Black Diamond Dogs series this will make more sense! Basically, this is an AU Star Trek story taking place after the most recent Star Trek 2009 film. Vulcan has been destroyed and the Federation is still new enough that the Cardassians and Bajor are not well known. The Black Diamond is a Black Ops vessel that operates undercover for the Federation. I have purposefully left the information about the station vague. More of your questions may be answered as the story goes on, so please be patient! I understand it is hard to explain crossover stories all at once! :-)

Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed so far!

Jakat and the Founder met First as he hastily exited the ship onto the station.

"Sheppard?" Jakat asked.

First shook his head. "I had been forced to kill him when he refused to tell me more about the Stargate, however he said something before he died I think you may find of interest."

"What did he say?" Jakat demanded.

"One word. 'Atlantis.' Do you know what it is?"

The Founder looked very interested. "I have heard of Atlantis. In very old tales. The fact that this human knows of Atlantis is very interesting indeed. A shame you were forced to kill him."

"A shame indeed," Jakat said. "However, if Starfleet managed to obtain the information from him that we could not, we could find ourselves at a disadvantage. You've done well, First."

First tipped his head in acknowledgment. "Our shields went down and they managed to beam his body back to their ship."

"If that ship has his body we can still track them down," Jakat mused.

"Get your men working on it," the Founder ordered. "I want that Stargate."

It was not long after the nurses went off duty that Sheppard began to thrash in delirium. Sweat coated his body and he shivered constantly, moaning and murmuring names Salen did not know under his breath. The wound that the knife had caused had been healed quickly by the medical team, but the poison still raged in his system.

Salen stood by the man's side at first, watching him and listening to the names that the Colonel kept repeating. McKay. Elizabeth. Teyla. Ronon. Atlantis.

The city that he saw in Sheppard's mind intrigued him. If this was where the man had come from it was truly an amazing place. Salen knew he had not even scratched the surface of what he had seen of Atlantis. He wondered where it was in the Pegasus Galaxy and if Starfleet would ever extend their exploration that way. If Sheppard truly was from the past, it could be that Atlantis no longer existed, but there was no way to know for sure.

Sheppard thrashed on the biobed, arms flailing, and Salen caught his wrist, trying to keep him from hurting himself. The man's eyes flew open, glassy and unfocused.

"Teyla!" he gasped. "Have to ... have to save her ..."

"She is fine," Salen said, trying to sooth the delirious man. "Go back to sleep."

"No!" Sheppard began to struggle against the Vulcan's grip. "Atlantis ... have to ... have to ..."

With a move that surprised Salen with it's smoothness and speed, Sheppard twisted himself out of the Vulcan's grasp and was on the floor, scrabbling backwards on his hands and knees, eyes searching for something that only he could see. Salen followed him warily, pressing the comlink for the doctor and crouching down to Sheppard's level.

"Colonel Sheppard, you are safe. There is nothing to fear. You are in good hands," he tried to reassure the man.

Sheppard looked towards him, fever glazed eyes not really seeing him. "Atlantis is ... Atlantis is ..."

"Atlantis is fine. You are safe."

"No," Sheppard shook his head violently. "Lies. Just ... just trying to get me to tell ... I won't tell ... won't say anything. You'll have to ... you'll have to kill me. You have to get it out. Get it out ... get it out!"

He laughed, maniacally, scratching at his arm.

Salen heard quick footsteps and suddenly, the doctor was by his side.

"When did he wake?" the doctor asked.

"Just moments ago," Salen answered. "I believe he is delirious. Most of what he is saying does not make sense."

"I'll get a hypospray," the doctor said, turning away.

Sheppard took that moment to tackle Salen, pummeling the Vulcan in the head. Salen was surprised at the speed with which the man could move, but the wiry man's body had been weakened by the poison and Salen was able to easily reverse their positions, pinning the man to the floor.

Sheppard fought, tooth and nail, to get the Vulcan off of him, inhuman snarls erupting from his throat. Salen could sense the sheer panic emanating off of the pilot and tried to again project a sense of calm without mind melding with the man.

The doctor reappeared at Salen's side and pressed the hypospray against Sheppard's neck. The man immediately went limp and Salen scooped him up and settled him gently back on the bed.

"That should keep him out for the rest of the night," the doctor said. He dialed into the scanner and looked it over. "Looks like the poison is working it's way out. The fever should burn it out in the end."

"How long will that take?" Salen asked.

"Could be a few hours, could be the rest of the night. I have a feeling by morning he'll be much better. Still not one hundred percent, but I think it's safe to say he's out of the woods now. We'll let the fever do it's work then work on getting his temperature back down. I'll set the computer to alert me if it gets above 40.5 degrees."

Salen nodded and settled back into the chair at Sheppard's side as the doctor disappeared back into his office.

The computer took that moment to blare out a red alert.

"Razor to Salen. Report to the bridge."

Salen slapped his comlink. "On my way."

Salen stood next to Razor on the bridge, looking at the approaching Cardassian ships coming around the side of Bajor.

"How did they find us?" Razor asked.

Salen shook his head. "I do not know. What is your plan?"

"I have orders from Starfleet. We're going to destroy the station," Razor replied calmly. "We can't let these guys know that Starfleet was involved. We destroy the station, make it look like it was an accident and move on."

Salen tipped his head. "Logical. As long as the Cardassians have not sent out a plea for help, we should be able to get away with it."

"I've got someone working on jamming their signals for the moment. As long as they can't get past that we should be able to pull it off. The station has limited shielding and no weapons. They're sitting ducks." Razor turned to the screen. "Disengage cloak, shields up! Fire at will."

It was deceptively easy to destroy the Cardassian vessels. As they were unsure of where exactly the Federation vessel was, when the Black Diamond uncloaked and immediately started firing, they had no time to arm their own weapons. The ship breezed through the debris of the destroyed vessels, flying straight back to Terok Nor at top speed.

"Re-cloak," Razor commanded. "The Cardassians know we're here but the less they see of us the better."

Approaching the space station, the Black Diamond locked onto the station's weakest points, disengaged the cloak, and fired. The shields flickered and failed in some areas and one of the docking arms exploded. The rest of the station remained intact.

"Their shields are at nineteen percent and failing," the helmsman reported.

"Target the center rings," Razor ordered.

Alarms blared as the station went dark. Jakat and First stumbled with the Founder towards the escape shuttles. The station was in chaos.

"Shields failing, shields failing," the computer intoned.

There was no time to think. Jakat sealed the shuttle door as First took the controls. Then their universe exploded around them.

Terok Nor exploded in a blaze of fire. Salen threw his hands up as the flare brightened the ship's screen and burned at his retinas.

Razor whistled. "Wow. That made for some pretty fireworks." He swiveled in his chair, grinning at Salen. "Now ... how about getting Sheppard back home?"