Pain of Love and Memories
Chapter 7: Confrontation
The mist clouded his vision, but slowly the mist cleared. John's eyes adjusted to the brightness of the Med Area. A slight groan escaped from his lips as he felt the weariness and stiffness re-entering his muscles.
The noise attracted the attention of Jas; he walked over and looked down upon the human.
"You're quite fortunate you're not really sick. Otherwise I would not know how to help you. Your physiology is quite different from a Sebacean."
The headache was pounding in John's ear, and he only heard half of what Jas had said. He attempted to turn over, muttering.
"Yeah, that's why everyone loves me so much."
Jas saw the pain that was going through the human, by him turning over. Reaching out his arms, Jas restrained him.
"Don't move, your body is still weakened."
John chuckled dryly.
"Yeah, wouldn't want me damaged. Your life is connected with mine, doctor."
Jas absorbed this statement, knowing it to be true.
"Still, please do not move."
John rolled back onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. The lump supporting his head was not high enough, and realised it was affecting his breathing.
"Hey, doc, can I get another pillow here?"
Jas motioned to one of his meds; they got another solid cushion and propped Crichton's head up underneath it on the pad. Crichton felt his breathing become freer, the pounding in his head became less, still fairly unbearable, but less.
Jas approached the human carrying a canteen.
"Here, drink this."
Forcing his arms down, to prevent them from flailing about, the water was poured in Crichton's mouth. Jas pulled away, the coughs rang out, as Crichton tried to regain natural breathing.
"Frell you, doc! I thought you weren't supposed to kill me!"
"Crichton, hold still. You need this water."
Holding the canteen to Crichton's mouth again, the water slid down less reluctantly. Crichton inclined his head to indicate that it was enough. Jas pulled the bottle away.
"Thanks." John gasped.
Along to the side of the room, the door slid open. The figure that was silhouetted against it brought a lump to John's throat. The demons that lay within him suddenly woke up. He had to fight the urge to resume vomiting.
Jas turned around, saw the hybrid, and motioned to the meds.
"Leave us."
The two meds hastened pass the Sebacean-Scarren hybrid, determined not to get in his way. Scorpius followed their path behind him.
Once they had left, Scorpius walked fully into the room. If Crichton's muscles had not been so weak, he would have struggled backward, getting off the pad. As it happened, he could only lay there, pulling his face back.
"Get away from me!" John hissed, the fear catching in his throat.
"Calm down, John. I merely came to see how you were. I fear my device was slightly too powerful for your mind."
"You don't say. What the frell did you do to me?"
Coming even closer, Scorpius came in, their noses almost touching. His leather-clad hand reached up and touched John on the forehead.
"I assure you. It will benefit me, and you."
John's teeth gritted, as he tried forcing his arm muscles to reach up and push away the sinister touch of his enemy.
"Y'know Scorpius, you won't get anything from me, unless you ask real nice!"
Crichton forced his muscles upward and propelled Scorpius' touch away from him. A low growl escaped from the throat of the hybrid.
"Well, you know, Crichton, I'll have what I want, whether yo.."
"Scorpius! Sir," Jas broke in, not allowing Scorpius to finish his threat. "I ask you to allow Crichton to keep calm. His body is still trying to repair itself."
Scorpius' glare could have melted metal. However, Jas stood there, not even quivering. His eyes connected with Scorpius'. It took a long time, but finally Jas broke the connection, unable to stand those eyes that penetrated more than simple light.
Again, Scorpius leaned in close to John.
"You can't even imagine what's to come. Soon."
Breaking the feeling of fear, Scorpius walked out of the Med Area and down the corridor. Braca joined him and they marched off.
John lay there, his muscles had completely died on him, he could not move any of his limbs.
"Thank you."
Jas could barely pick up the barest whisper that came from the human's mouth as he fell into a deep sleep. As he slept Jas held an object slightly over his skin, worked on his muscles, using old Sebacean methods to strengthen the muscles.
It took some time, but John finally awoke and found he could move.
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"Zhaan!"
D'Argo's concerned voice rang out clear. He rushed forward, and knelt beside her, placing a rough hand on her forehead, D'Argo slowly stroked her head.
"What is wrong with her?"
His deep voice was commanding. Daniel looked up at the Luxan's face, not knowing what to say he just shook his head, finally words crept out.
"We don't know, she, she tried to help Teal'c, but something happened."
"I apologise, will she live?"
Teal'c's hoarse voice floated over from where he was laying. Supported slightly upward by Sam, slowly but surely Teal'c managed to get to his feet, he staggered over to Zhaan, and looked down upon her, he was concerned. Yenay answered Teal'c's question.
"Yes, she will live, she has no physical injuries."
"D'Argo, why, why don't you take her back to her room?"
Chiana's voice was quiet, yet strong. Nobody had seen her re-enter the room, they were all concentrating on Zhaan.
The great Luxan nodded, picked up the gentle Zhaan from Daniel's lap, and walked out, her head leaning against his broad chest.
"Hold on a microt, where's Rygel?"
Chiana's inquiry did not have the effect it would normally have, SG-1 and Yenay did not know Rygel like the crew did. Almost inaudibly, Sam translated for the Tok'ra.
"Pilot, can you feel the DRDs yet?"
Pilot's image flickered up on the clamshell.
"Yes, thank you, Chiana."
"Can you... can you ask them to go in search of Rygel? He's disappeared again."
"I am afraid there is no need for that."
"What?"
"One of the transport pods, while I was unconscious, one of the transport pods left the Docking Bay. Seeing as you are all here, I have deduced it must have been Rygel."
"Frelling worm!" Chiana's angry voice rang out, in her anger she slammed her fist down on the table.
"Pilot, where did he go?"
"I believe the transport pod headed for the planet below us. I am attempting to orbit the planet now."
All through this conversation, Major Carter was informing Yenay silently, about what was happening.
"Pilot! Prepare a transport pod. I'll go down and grab him myself. Self- serving toad."
"Certainly Chiana, however, I'm afraid it shall take quiet a few arns to prepare the pod. And, while you are travelling back from the planet, would you please go on a long-range scan, as this planet is close to where we originally met Major Carter and the others. I am concerned that Aeryn and Crichton might be waiting there for us."
"Sure thing, Pilot."
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"Keep moving, prisoner!" Velorek's voice rang out loud and harsh.
The pulse rifle was butted into the small of Aeryn's back.
"I said, keep moving!"
Aeryn took the hint that a Peacekeeper was watching them. She bowed her head ever so slightly to show a sign of submission, just to quell any doubts the onlooker had.
A few microts later a voice whispered in Aeryn's ear.
"I apologise, a tech was watching, how much further?"
Aeryn nodded but kept her mouth shut, with a slight inclination of her head, she pointed to a near doorway.
As they approached the door, it slid open revealing the doctor, Jas. His eyes widened at the presence of Aeryn in front of him. Reacting quickly the ex-Peacekeeper shoved her pulse rifle into Jas' stomach.
"Move backwards slowly, Jas." Her voice was low and dangerous.
Heeding the soldier's advice, Jas backed slowly back into the room, as he did so Aeryn, M'Lee, Jack and Velorek moved in.
The site that greeted their eyes was relieving. John Crichton sat up on a clean white bed. However, he did not look in the best of health, his eyes had dark shadows underneath them and his skin had an unhealthy whiteness to it. His shoulders were hunched, and his hands gripped the edge of the bed, with his legs dangling over the side.
At the noise of many people entering John looked up, afraid it was Scorpius returning. The face of Aeryn greeted him, immediately all worries, fears and doubts were washed away as he looked upon her face. He pushed himself off the pad; unfortunately his muscles were not yet rejuvenated to handle the sudden movement. Crichton began to fall to the floor, with a swiftness so fast; Aeryn rushed forward and supported the human.
They clasped one another's bodies together.
"What happened?" she whispered, in his ear.
"Another time. Let's get out of here."
"Crichton, you cannot leave yet."
Crichton stared at Jas.
"Thanks for your help, doc, but this time, the patient knows what's best."
Crichton took a couple of unsteady steps. Right into Jack. John looked up his face.
"Jack..."
"That's right buddy, what happened? We thought you were dead."
They slowly walked out of the Medical Area, with John whispering his story to Jack, how he got there; however, he did not mention what Scorpius was after. However, before O'Neill could slip in the why question, John moved the conversation on.
"What about you, Jack? How'd you get this far out? Let me guess it's something to do with that project you were working on, Stargate?"
Jack nodded.
"It's an alien device that creates stable wormholes."
At these words, Crichton almost collapsed. Velorek looked around to make sure no one was watching, fortunately most of the crew seemed to be in their sleep cycle.
"Crichton, you must get up!"
Crichton ignored him.
"Jack, get away from me. Now! Leave! We have to separate."
"Johnny, what's with you?"
"Aeryn! Please!"
Jack just stood there looking confused; this sight of rejection from an old friend upset him, internally.
"I think the best course of action is to separate, Jack, take M'Lee and go another route to Docking Area."
Aeryn's eyes glittered dangerously.
"If you trust John, do it. Now."
Some deep internal battle was going on inside Jack, whether to trust his military training or his old friend. Eventually the latter won, Jack decided to trust them and gave Crichton a last pat on the shoulder. M'Lee hugged Velorek, their lips meeting briefly.
"We'll meet you back at Moya."
Then, silently, Jack slipped on his helmet and he and M'Lee walked away. Velorek and Aeryn supported John; they walked away from the other two down the opposite path.
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In Zhaan's quarters, D'Argo sat at the edge of here bed. The beautiful Delvian lay there, her breathing light. Reaching up, D'Argo placed a hand on her bare head, tears flowed reluctantly down his cheeks.
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Ok, I know I said I wouldn't be able to update much, well, I lied. I've had a real boost, and for some reason everything is coming to me quickly. I know exactly what's going to happen. So, I think there may be just two chapters left. And hopefully I'll have them posted at the very latest of next weekend. If they're not up by then, then it might be a while, because our cat's having kittens!! So... I am seriously aiming to get it finished by next weekend. Loves ya all,
Lots of hugs 'n' bugs, Jeni :-P (and the mysterious rubber chicken called Scorpius)
Chapter 7: Confrontation
The mist clouded his vision, but slowly the mist cleared. John's eyes adjusted to the brightness of the Med Area. A slight groan escaped from his lips as he felt the weariness and stiffness re-entering his muscles.
The noise attracted the attention of Jas; he walked over and looked down upon the human.
"You're quite fortunate you're not really sick. Otherwise I would not know how to help you. Your physiology is quite different from a Sebacean."
The headache was pounding in John's ear, and he only heard half of what Jas had said. He attempted to turn over, muttering.
"Yeah, that's why everyone loves me so much."
Jas saw the pain that was going through the human, by him turning over. Reaching out his arms, Jas restrained him.
"Don't move, your body is still weakened."
John chuckled dryly.
"Yeah, wouldn't want me damaged. Your life is connected with mine, doctor."
Jas absorbed this statement, knowing it to be true.
"Still, please do not move."
John rolled back onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. The lump supporting his head was not high enough, and realised it was affecting his breathing.
"Hey, doc, can I get another pillow here?"
Jas motioned to one of his meds; they got another solid cushion and propped Crichton's head up underneath it on the pad. Crichton felt his breathing become freer, the pounding in his head became less, still fairly unbearable, but less.
Jas approached the human carrying a canteen.
"Here, drink this."
Forcing his arms down, to prevent them from flailing about, the water was poured in Crichton's mouth. Jas pulled away, the coughs rang out, as Crichton tried to regain natural breathing.
"Frell you, doc! I thought you weren't supposed to kill me!"
"Crichton, hold still. You need this water."
Holding the canteen to Crichton's mouth again, the water slid down less reluctantly. Crichton inclined his head to indicate that it was enough. Jas pulled the bottle away.
"Thanks." John gasped.
Along to the side of the room, the door slid open. The figure that was silhouetted against it brought a lump to John's throat. The demons that lay within him suddenly woke up. He had to fight the urge to resume vomiting.
Jas turned around, saw the hybrid, and motioned to the meds.
"Leave us."
The two meds hastened pass the Sebacean-Scarren hybrid, determined not to get in his way. Scorpius followed their path behind him.
Once they had left, Scorpius walked fully into the room. If Crichton's muscles had not been so weak, he would have struggled backward, getting off the pad. As it happened, he could only lay there, pulling his face back.
"Get away from me!" John hissed, the fear catching in his throat.
"Calm down, John. I merely came to see how you were. I fear my device was slightly too powerful for your mind."
"You don't say. What the frell did you do to me?"
Coming even closer, Scorpius came in, their noses almost touching. His leather-clad hand reached up and touched John on the forehead.
"I assure you. It will benefit me, and you."
John's teeth gritted, as he tried forcing his arm muscles to reach up and push away the sinister touch of his enemy.
"Y'know Scorpius, you won't get anything from me, unless you ask real nice!"
Crichton forced his muscles upward and propelled Scorpius' touch away from him. A low growl escaped from the throat of the hybrid.
"Well, you know, Crichton, I'll have what I want, whether yo.."
"Scorpius! Sir," Jas broke in, not allowing Scorpius to finish his threat. "I ask you to allow Crichton to keep calm. His body is still trying to repair itself."
Scorpius' glare could have melted metal. However, Jas stood there, not even quivering. His eyes connected with Scorpius'. It took a long time, but finally Jas broke the connection, unable to stand those eyes that penetrated more than simple light.
Again, Scorpius leaned in close to John.
"You can't even imagine what's to come. Soon."
Breaking the feeling of fear, Scorpius walked out of the Med Area and down the corridor. Braca joined him and they marched off.
John lay there, his muscles had completely died on him, he could not move any of his limbs.
"Thank you."
Jas could barely pick up the barest whisper that came from the human's mouth as he fell into a deep sleep. As he slept Jas held an object slightly over his skin, worked on his muscles, using old Sebacean methods to strengthen the muscles.
It took some time, but John finally awoke and found he could move.
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"Zhaan!"
D'Argo's concerned voice rang out clear. He rushed forward, and knelt beside her, placing a rough hand on her forehead, D'Argo slowly stroked her head.
"What is wrong with her?"
His deep voice was commanding. Daniel looked up at the Luxan's face, not knowing what to say he just shook his head, finally words crept out.
"We don't know, she, she tried to help Teal'c, but something happened."
"I apologise, will she live?"
Teal'c's hoarse voice floated over from where he was laying. Supported slightly upward by Sam, slowly but surely Teal'c managed to get to his feet, he staggered over to Zhaan, and looked down upon her, he was concerned. Yenay answered Teal'c's question.
"Yes, she will live, she has no physical injuries."
"D'Argo, why, why don't you take her back to her room?"
Chiana's voice was quiet, yet strong. Nobody had seen her re-enter the room, they were all concentrating on Zhaan.
The great Luxan nodded, picked up the gentle Zhaan from Daniel's lap, and walked out, her head leaning against his broad chest.
"Hold on a microt, where's Rygel?"
Chiana's inquiry did not have the effect it would normally have, SG-1 and Yenay did not know Rygel like the crew did. Almost inaudibly, Sam translated for the Tok'ra.
"Pilot, can you feel the DRDs yet?"
Pilot's image flickered up on the clamshell.
"Yes, thank you, Chiana."
"Can you... can you ask them to go in search of Rygel? He's disappeared again."
"I am afraid there is no need for that."
"What?"
"One of the transport pods, while I was unconscious, one of the transport pods left the Docking Bay. Seeing as you are all here, I have deduced it must have been Rygel."
"Frelling worm!" Chiana's angry voice rang out, in her anger she slammed her fist down on the table.
"Pilot, where did he go?"
"I believe the transport pod headed for the planet below us. I am attempting to orbit the planet now."
All through this conversation, Major Carter was informing Yenay silently, about what was happening.
"Pilot! Prepare a transport pod. I'll go down and grab him myself. Self- serving toad."
"Certainly Chiana, however, I'm afraid it shall take quiet a few arns to prepare the pod. And, while you are travelling back from the planet, would you please go on a long-range scan, as this planet is close to where we originally met Major Carter and the others. I am concerned that Aeryn and Crichton might be waiting there for us."
"Sure thing, Pilot."
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"Keep moving, prisoner!" Velorek's voice rang out loud and harsh.
The pulse rifle was butted into the small of Aeryn's back.
"I said, keep moving!"
Aeryn took the hint that a Peacekeeper was watching them. She bowed her head ever so slightly to show a sign of submission, just to quell any doubts the onlooker had.
A few microts later a voice whispered in Aeryn's ear.
"I apologise, a tech was watching, how much further?"
Aeryn nodded but kept her mouth shut, with a slight inclination of her head, she pointed to a near doorway.
As they approached the door, it slid open revealing the doctor, Jas. His eyes widened at the presence of Aeryn in front of him. Reacting quickly the ex-Peacekeeper shoved her pulse rifle into Jas' stomach.
"Move backwards slowly, Jas." Her voice was low and dangerous.
Heeding the soldier's advice, Jas backed slowly back into the room, as he did so Aeryn, M'Lee, Jack and Velorek moved in.
The site that greeted their eyes was relieving. John Crichton sat up on a clean white bed. However, he did not look in the best of health, his eyes had dark shadows underneath them and his skin had an unhealthy whiteness to it. His shoulders were hunched, and his hands gripped the edge of the bed, with his legs dangling over the side.
At the noise of many people entering John looked up, afraid it was Scorpius returning. The face of Aeryn greeted him, immediately all worries, fears and doubts were washed away as he looked upon her face. He pushed himself off the pad; unfortunately his muscles were not yet rejuvenated to handle the sudden movement. Crichton began to fall to the floor, with a swiftness so fast; Aeryn rushed forward and supported the human.
They clasped one another's bodies together.
"What happened?" she whispered, in his ear.
"Another time. Let's get out of here."
"Crichton, you cannot leave yet."
Crichton stared at Jas.
"Thanks for your help, doc, but this time, the patient knows what's best."
Crichton took a couple of unsteady steps. Right into Jack. John looked up his face.
"Jack..."
"That's right buddy, what happened? We thought you were dead."
They slowly walked out of the Medical Area, with John whispering his story to Jack, how he got there; however, he did not mention what Scorpius was after. However, before O'Neill could slip in the why question, John moved the conversation on.
"What about you, Jack? How'd you get this far out? Let me guess it's something to do with that project you were working on, Stargate?"
Jack nodded.
"It's an alien device that creates stable wormholes."
At these words, Crichton almost collapsed. Velorek looked around to make sure no one was watching, fortunately most of the crew seemed to be in their sleep cycle.
"Crichton, you must get up!"
Crichton ignored him.
"Jack, get away from me. Now! Leave! We have to separate."
"Johnny, what's with you?"
"Aeryn! Please!"
Jack just stood there looking confused; this sight of rejection from an old friend upset him, internally.
"I think the best course of action is to separate, Jack, take M'Lee and go another route to Docking Area."
Aeryn's eyes glittered dangerously.
"If you trust John, do it. Now."
Some deep internal battle was going on inside Jack, whether to trust his military training or his old friend. Eventually the latter won, Jack decided to trust them and gave Crichton a last pat on the shoulder. M'Lee hugged Velorek, their lips meeting briefly.
"We'll meet you back at Moya."
Then, silently, Jack slipped on his helmet and he and M'Lee walked away. Velorek and Aeryn supported John; they walked away from the other two down the opposite path.
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In Zhaan's quarters, D'Argo sat at the edge of here bed. The beautiful Delvian lay there, her breathing light. Reaching up, D'Argo placed a hand on her bare head, tears flowed reluctantly down his cheeks.
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Ok, I know I said I wouldn't be able to update much, well, I lied. I've had a real boost, and for some reason everything is coming to me quickly. I know exactly what's going to happen. So, I think there may be just two chapters left. And hopefully I'll have them posted at the very latest of next weekend. If they're not up by then, then it might be a while, because our cat's having kittens!! So... I am seriously aiming to get it finished by next weekend. Loves ya all,
Lots of hugs 'n' bugs, Jeni :-P (and the mysterious rubber chicken called Scorpius)