AN: I don't own Stargate Atlantis, only the idea of the character Heart. This is set during season 4, sometime after episode 12 Spoils of War. It is somewhat AU, in that Teyla isn't pregnant.
Her hearing was the first sense to return, though it took a few minutes for Heart's mind to properly register the sounds piercing her aching head. As the fog clouding her mind began to evaporate, she slowly opened her eyes. Bright light stabbed her retinas and she hissed, closing her eyes again and turning her head to the side. Some of the sounds that she now recognized as speech ceased and she cracked her eyes open again.
"She's...she's awake," she heard a wary voice say, and the words pierced through the fog. The voice clearly wasn't wraith, and that left only one other option-human. She felt a hand grab her left arm and she jerked violently away, forcing her tired body to move.
She heard a gasp of surprise as she rolled off the soft platform she had been lying on, stumbling to her feet. Her movement was matched with the sound of multiple clicks, and she looked around wildly, pulse racing. Spotting multiple humans in her immediate vicinity, Heart spun around, seeking escape as she backed away from the humans.
Her back hit a cold wall with a thud and her knees buckled, still recovering from the stun blast. The room was large and round with walls made of light-colored panels. A single bed in the center of the room was surrounded by small tables and equipment. Two humans in all white with masks stood next to the bed, while all the rest, dressed in various shades of green and blue, stood around them. The clicking she had heard was from the many weapons now pointed at her.
"Don't shoot!" One of the humans in white yelled, watching the young wraith with wariness and...concern? The woman, whose long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, took a step towards her, hands held out in a calming gesture and Heart growled in warning, causing the woman to stop.
"It's alright. We won't hurt you," she called out soothingly, causing Heart to nearly snort in disbelief. She looked away from the woman as a door on the other side of the room opened, allowing more humans entry. She bit back a groan of despair as her odds of escaping sank even further.
"Why wasn't she restrained?" A male demanded, walking forward to stand next to the woman, a small weapon in his hand. She recognized him from the hive ship-the one who had ordered her to be stunned. He had short, dark hair that seemed to stand on end, and he seemed to be in charge.
A second later, he was joined by the taller man and the woman who had been with him on the ship. The second man, Ronon, gave her the same dark look he had before, and his thick, dreadlocked hair only added to his frightening appearance. Heart pushed herself further back, pulling her knees to her chest as she waited for their next move. The gun used to stun her was aimed at her head.
"I didn't think she'd wake up so quickly! Besides, she's just a child and-"
"She's still a wraith!" Ronon spat, not taking his eyes off her. He cocked his gun. "D'you want me to stun her again?"
"Wait!" The second woman cried. Her skin was darker than the rest of the humans, the same as Ronon, and she had reddish hair that hung below her shoulders. "She is just frightened. Let me try to talk to her." The two men looked at her incredulously, but at the determined glint in her eyes, they backed down.
"If she attacks, stun her," the shorter man declared, lowering his weapon slightly. Ronon nodded in acknowledgement as the woman took a step towards Heart. The young wraith snarled at the approach, baring her fangs, but as the weapons were once again raised, her bravado faltered. Cursing her youth, Heart suddenly wished she had the abilities of an older wraith, so that she could distract them with psychic shadows and buy herself a chance to flee.
The woman crouched down a few feet away, smiling. Their eyes met and Heart had to bite back a gasp of surprise as the woman reached out to touch her mind, like a wraith.
"It's ok. You are safe here." A disbelieving stare was the only response she got. "My name is Teyla," the woman continued, raising a hand to her chest. She sighed as her subject remained silent and distrustful. She glanced at the wraith's shoulder, caked in dried green-blue blood.
"We need to remove the bullet from your arm, so that it can heal properly. Will you let us help you?" The wraith bit her lip at the reminder of her partially healed wound. She didn't understand why the humans would offer to repair the damage they themselves had caused; Heart searched Teyla's eyes for signs of deceit, and finally her chin jerked down in a tiny nod. Teyla's smile widened, and she held out a hand slowly.
"You will need to come back to the bed." She gestured to the middle of the room, and the girl balked, shaking her head fiercely as her eyes darted around, taking in all the unfriendly gazes. There was no way she was going to be willingly surrounded. Teyla sighed again, glancing at the soldiers crowding the room before looking up at the leader.
"Perhaps it would be better if there were fewer people in here?" She offered, half talking to Heart and half to her leader. The man studied the girl cowering before them, then looked around and gestured for the weapons to be lowered.
"Stand down. We've got this handled," he directed, and everyone slowly filed out of the room except for the three that had captured her, and the two humans dressed in white. Heart stared longingly at the door as it slid closed, then looked back at those standing in front of her. Teyla still held out her hand invitingly, but the offer was rebuffed by another shake of the girl's head. Heart didn't know why they couldn't just help her right where she was. She saw the shorter man shift impatiently, glaring down at her.
"Look kid, you can either come back to the bed yourself, or we can put you there," he threatened. "This is gonna happen, one way or another." A hint of defiance entered her gaze, and she set her jaw, reacting unconsciously to his challenging tone. He sighed, holstering his weapon. He took a deliberate step forward, and she shifted back, putting her hands on the floor and getting her legs beneath her to stand. Of course, she didn't know what she would do-attack or flee-that had any chance of success, but she had to do something.
The man stopped, brow raised as he waited, but she remained where she was. Heart ground her teeth and looked between the bed and the door, searching for an alternate option. Desperation and fear took over as Teyla stood, withdrawing her hand as she prepared to aid her leader, and Heart pushed off from the wall and lunged for the door. She didn't even get two steps before a blast of red slammed into her side, sending her body skidding across the room. The same burning numbness filled her body, and she was out before her body slid to a stop.