Author: Lady Kalinda
Rating: PG (May change)
Genre: Drama, Action/adventure
Summery: Sheppard wakes up in an underground cavern to find he is not alone…
Spoilers: Underground, The Storm, The Eye, Brotherhood
Timeline: Hmm, not sure, maybe sometime in season 2... I don't know really, just anytime…
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis or any of the characters presented herein…. the nameless planet that this story mostly takes place on is kind of mine, though :-)
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, this idea struck me while I was re-watching 'The Eye'. Please go easy on me; I hope I do the characters justice. And yes, I realize my title sucks… I'm really bad when it comes to thinking up titles. Also, I sort of tried to write this like an episode, so this chapter would be what you see before the intro, which is why it's so short.
Stargate Atlantis:
Nemesis
Chapter 1: Downed
He woke with a start; his eyes adjusting to the dark; he could only remember the flash of bright light before the Jumper had crashed, if that's what had happened. It was all so unclear at the moment and night had either fallen or he was stuck somewhere very, very dark; the former was more obvious. The ship couldn't have crashed underground.
With a groan he rolled over, feeling his body was numb; it was cold, too cold in fact. He could feel his arms, but his legs were another story entirely. He closed his eyes for a moment and then re-opened them before looking around. The next thing he noticed, or rather felt, was the bump on his head; it ached somewhat, perhaps it was the reason he didn't wholly remember exactly what had happened. He was sure his memory would return in time.
He could see nothing around him, but he could hear things and the steady drip, drip, drip of water and how it echoed gave him a bunch that he was underground. There was also no night sky or no trees and that reinforced his hunch even more. He moved his hand about, trying to locate his P90 and with it his flashlight. But the weapon was gone.
That was when the rest struck him… or most of it anyway. He recalled a struggle aboard the Jumper, a man down… and then... a familiar face, one he did not expect to see again, at least not for a while.
As the memories continued to bounce back, he reached into one of his vest pockets and pulled out a flare. As he lit it, the area around him was illuminated by the soft, white glow and the air was filled with the grey smoke from the small object.
It was in fact a cavern, a very large one, so large that he could not see the ceiling, only a blotch of blackness. There also seemed to be no walls; well there probably were but he couldn't see them. Rocks and debris littered the ground, proving that perhaps this had once been some kind of base. Perhaps this planet, too, had fallen victim to the Wraith, it wouldn't have been a surprise.
Holding tightly to his source of light, he shifted himself up a little and, using his arms, moved so he was sitting against a large rock. That was when he noticed the blotch of red on his left leg; except that he felt nothing. He set the flare down and slowly examined the wound, moving the torn cloth aside. Dried blood had already begun to gather on his skin and the bleeding had stopped, though he didn't know how much it had bled before he'd awoken, he guessed it was quite a bit. From the length of the cut he could tell he was a knife wound, a slash, quite deep at that. He didn't even need to spend any time guessing who had given it to him.
He reached into his other pocket and pulled out the bandages, forcing his leg up so he could bound the wound, it was too bad he couldn't wash it, but he didn't have any of the right supplies for that.
When he had finished, he leaned back and closed his eyes again, taking in a long breath. Damn, it was cold! Perhaps it was only so cold because he was underground, he wish he knew if it was day or night on this planet; too bad he didn't even know which planet he was on. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to think of what he should do; from looking around, there appeared to be no way out, at least none he could see. Of course, there had to be a way because he had gotten in here, he would just need to find it. Suddenly he looked up.
A sound. Small, yet getting closer; footsteps? Yes! Two heavy footsteps, perhaps the one moving was wearing boots. Maybe someone else who had come with him had survived; just maybe…
'Hello? Hey! Over here!' he shouted hoarsely into the dark, making his throat hurt. He was thirsty, but such things didn't matter now. He opened his mouth to shout again, but before that a very familiar voice reached him.
'Major Sheppard,' it said, 'there's no need to shout. I remember where I left you.' And as the newcomer stepped into the light of his flare, John Sheppard's eyes widened. Before him, wearing very strange attire and holding his P90 and other items, was Acastus Koyla.
A/N: Mwaha! Please review me! Will try to write a chapter a day... or a week at the very least :)