Authors Note: This hasn't been beta-read so I apologize if it has grammar/spelling errors in or if the characters sound a bit off. Please let me know what you think of this, complaints, suggestions; any feedback would be helpful as long as it is constructive.

And as you may be able to see this fic is going to get much, much worse before getting remotely better. So be warned.

Also rating has gone up, for both content and a bit of language.

Spoilers: For Season One episodes 1-14

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Stargate in any incarnations of course and I'm not making any money, this is just some harmless fanfic fun.

Her head felt light as she opened her eyes meeting the image of her own red eyes staring back at her.
She couldn't recall the mirror ever being there.
But she felt drawn to it.
Reaching out to the surface, the tip of her finger disturbing, rippling out from it.
She sunk her hand in experimentally, finding it blended around her fingers, moving like naquadah.
And looking up into the mirror she saw him behind her in the distance.
But turning to the room he was not there.
She moved her attention to the mirror, her ears hearing a voice so subtle it was no more than a whisper on a wind, calling her into it.

She plunged her arm finding herself pulled through.
She tumbled numbly into a dark room as screams permeated it.

Her heart froze as she saw who they came from.
Her vision was hazy, as if a mist came over it, only the centre remotely focused.
But she knew it was him. Strapped into a kneeling position.
A wraith standing to one side.

She couldn't hear the words spoken, only a malicious hissing at first.
She walked around the room, clearly none of them saw her there.
As if she was a phantom but reaching for them they shifted like shadows moving from her hands, untouchable.

Finally the words started to make sense, becoming English.
"Please do not try my patience Doctor, I am becoming tired of this cycle."
He mumbled something incoherently.
"Why do you prolong her suffering?"

At this Elizabeth saw the Wraith point to a figure in the centre, draped off something like a cross.

Her head was hung and momentarily Elizabeth felt as if she was seeing herself, the only difference were the grey streaks permeating the hair of the head that dropped weakly down do her chest, where her shirt was torn open exposing her breasts, marked by the wounds of a Wraith hand.

"The resemblance is amazing is it not?
For a second she thought the wraith was addressing her but she was talking to Rodney.
Who raised his head to the prone figure and started crying, a silent pleading on his face for them to stop.
But they did not.

The Wraith only moved away, taking her hand and placing it the womans chest.
Elizabeth watched as the Wraith drained life further, the womans head flying up awake in pain. She saw the difference immediately, someone not herself but so similar.

So similar that the battered Rodney seemed not to be able to tell the difference.
His face distorted in anguish, sobbing away, his salty tears mixing painfully into the tears on his cheeks.
Her heart broke to see his suffering.
And she cried out, her hand to her mouth, as he muttered a so soft final plea to his tormentors.
"Elizabeth! I'm so sorry, please forgive me. Please stop this, Please stop hurting her. Please. Please"
It was like a mantra he kept saying to keep himself sane but it was traumatizing to hear its repetition.

The Wraith bitch walked back proudly to her victim.
"Are you happy now Doctor. We will have to stop. I'm afraid you friend here has run out of life. And if we continue this little game your brain will be damaged beyond repair. We wouldn't want that, not with such precious information in there."

"You could have avoided this you know, all we wanted was answers."
The wraith was at eye level, Elizabeth noted he had enough strength to glare back at the creature.
And suddenly he spat in its face, a bitter happiness to his resulting smile as he replied
"I know its the thought that counts but I thinks it always better to actually give something too and bet you didn't think I would when you tried to read me."

The wraith looked disgusted but did not move. Taking an authoritative stance.
"We will talk again Doctor and sooner or later you will not be able to resist. Your mind will break, it is human and therefore fragile. You should accept this fact now rather than when I have drained you of all but the last drop of your life. Which is what I will do if you continually resist me."

She sauntered off, stopping to add bleakly "After the torture of course."
He cried out " Then what do you call this?"
There was no answer and as she saw him give in to exhaustion she felt her head swimming, a funny sensation pulling her out of the room.

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth, are you okay."
A concerned looking Carson hung over her, Teyla next to him, equally troubled.
She said nothing, confused, only staring up her body stiff and made cold by the sweat on her skin.

"You wer' screamin' bloody blue murder, Teyla heard ya and came an' got meh."
She couldn't think of what to say as her mind came back to her.
"Just...had a nightmare."
He didn't seem to satisfied with the answer but accepted it
"Right"

She pushed up, her arms supporting her behind her back, when Carson let go of her forearms.No one said anything for a moment.

"We'd betta get ya to the infirmary. I want ta take a good look at you."
She only nodded realising it would be a good idea, for she certainly didn't feel herself.

Her two friends carried her weary body to the infirmary in silence, her arms over their shoulders.
All the way her mind was haunted by her dreams as much as she had been in her sleep.
The pale, ghostly image of Rodney McKay imprinted there, so she saw it when she closed her eyes, like there was no escape. She hoped she'd have a better image to replace it with because it wasn't the way she wanted to remember him.