A/N: OK this chapter has a bit of 'language' in it…so I'm sorry if there's anyone out there that gets offended by it, and also has a half-decent torture scene in it…
A/N2: All song lyrics have been removed from this fic...Sorry...sigh...its gonna shit me...stupid copywrite laws...
Chapter Thirteen
Ford looked up as he heard the noise of another Wraith arriving. He froze when he saw who accompanied the Wraith. A sad smile came from her lips.
"No," Ford said. "Leave her alone!"
"Why is that little one?" the Wraith asked.
"Just use your little magic powers to get information from me like you did to Sumner…" Ford said. "Leave her out of this…"
"But you see only the Wraith Queen has that ability…and you killed her," the Wraith muttered in response. "We are not so powerful and would have to feed upon you to learn that information, and personally little one, I prefer to play with my food before I eat it…"
Ford glanced at Teyla again, noting the second Wraith was leading her towards the electric table. He moved towards the other Wraith, but the red-haired Wraith held him back.
"Let me go," he said. "Teyla…"
"Do not tell them anything, Aiden," she replied. "No matter what they do…"
He nodded slowly, but he was unsure of himself. He closed his eyes briefly, thinking back to his marine training. He had been trained to deal with exactly this kind of situation, brainwashed not to give away information.
He'd also been warned against developing feelings for anyone he worked with.
So much for that one…
He watched as the Wraith stopped Teyla in front of the table. He saw a slight calm come over her face for a second before she kick backwards. At the same time she spun around and began attacking the Wraith. Ford took the chance to grab the Wraith stunner he had noticed earlier off the table next to him and try to hit the red haired Wraith with it.
But the Wraith was prepared and grabbed the stunner, turning it around and facing it in the direction of the other Wraith and Teyla. It went off and hit Teyla square in the back of the head.
Ford again tried to run forward but was restrained by the Wraith.
"Let me go you fucking asshole," he screamed.
But there was no use.
He watched in horror as the Wraith picked up Teyla and placed her on the table, strapping her down so there was no way she could move.
"Please…don't," Ford said. "Let her go…"
Both Wraith ignored him again.
"She doesn't know anything, she's not from Earth, she's an Athosian!" Ford said.
"Silence, little one, we will not harm the Athosian until she is conscious…"
Ford shook his shoulder free of the Wraith's grip and sunk to the floor. He couldn't take this anymore. At least Teyla being unconscious was delaying the inevitable. Perhaps it would give the others a chance to reach them in time.
The others?
They weren't coming, who was he kidding? They were probably still battling the Wraith inside of Atlantis, if they were alive. He pushed back tears. What if they were all dead? What if him and Teyla were the only surviving members of the Atlantis team?
His mind drifted to the alpha site. The others were still there…at least he wasn't entirely alone in the galaxy. But of course they were a small minority, the people Ford cared about had still been on Atlantis when he'd been taken.
To his knowledge…
For all he knew they could be in the room next door undergoing the same thing.
He raised his eye level to look at the table Teyla was now strapped to again. The sense of hope he had gained after finding the knife had dissipated into thin air. It was all over now, all he could do was hope they died before suffering too much…
As Elizabeth stared at the dialling gate she thought back toseeing the gate back on Earth for the first time, remembering the amazement she'd felt. Somewhere along the story of her life it had become a daily occurrence, something she saw more often than she slept. Yet somehow she'd rarely travelled through it, confining herself to the, though at first vague, familiarity of Atlantis.
That was something she did a lot. Confining herself to the familiar. Although she craved new experience, she in herself was quite withdrawn. She had stayed with Simon so long, partially because she cared for him, but also partially because she was familiar with him. She had been hesitant to move to Colorado Springs, for she was used to her familiar surroundings in Washington D.C.
But finding out about something like the SGC could changesomeone's life forever. When she'd read those reports she'd become curious, therefore had accepted the job. She enjoyed a challenge, but accepting the job as head of a secret government facility had been something she would never have considered doing. But the Stargate had drawn her to it, and somehow she had found herself being caught in the web.
Only to find herself in another galaxy, being the leader of an expedition. Who would have known that's the direction her life would take her? She'd changed a lot in the last year, she'd begun letting go of the familiar, starting with her telling Simon to move on in the video.
She looked up again as the wormhole established. They were really doing this…Elizabeth Weir was leading a rescue mission to get back two friends captured by the enemy. Never in her life would she have thought of herself in that situation.
She remembered once respecting Major Carter for blackmailing her into letting her and Teal'c go after Colonel O'Neill. The side of the military that she'd never really taken into account before her time at the SGC. The attitude that you 'never leave a man behind'.
Although she had at the time suspected that with Major Carter it had been something much more than never leaving a man behind…
She knew how she felt now. At the time, while she'd respected her, she'd also felt resentment towards her for the blackmailing, but now she understood. If one of her people were trapped she would do anything to get them back.
Especially if it were John…
She wondered for a moment what had happened to him? Was he lying naked and alone on a cold planet with no memory of who he was? That had been what had happened to Daniel Jackson when he'd broken the rules. But what if the ascended beings in this galaxy weren't as kind as the ones in the Milky Way…
Or were they the same ancients?
"Clear to go, Dr," Caldwell's voice came through the radio, cutting through her thoughts.
"Thank you, Colonel," she replied, and then turned to Beckett who sat in the pilot chair. "Let's go."
He nodded and seconds later they entered the wormhole…
"It's awake…"
Teyla moved her eyes to see the Wraith leaning over her. There were two of them, one resembling the Wraith Queen and one resembling Steve. She still had no feeling in any part of her body. Lifting her head slightly she could see that she was strapped in.
"You can't set that thing off now, she doesn't even have feeling in most of her body yet!" she heard Aiden's voice float over from the other side of the room.
She tried to open her mouth and reply but found it impossible to make any noise.
"That would work to our advantage," the red-haired Wraith said, moving around the table to the end.
Teyla couldn't see what the Wraith was doing, but heard scraping noises as it seemed to be pulling something from underneath the table.
"No!" she heard Aiden said, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him jumping up and running towards the red-haired Wraith.
The Steve-like Wraith stopped him in his tracks. Teyla moved her head slightly to the left, meeting Aiden's eyes. What she saw in them froze her already frozen insides. The look of complete and utter raw fear.
As she rolled her head back to where it had been before she felt her own eyes widening with fear.
The Wraith had laid out approximately ten metal spikes at the end of the table and was playing with them, grinning at her. He then jerked one upwards and drove it into her leg. She stared at it, the blood that was suddenly oozing out. But she couldn't feel anything. She knew once feeling returned to her limbs it would hurt like hell, the pain slowly increasing as she became less numb…
She closed her eyes as the Wraith picked up the second spike. She could not watch anymore…
Ford couldn't pull his eyes away from the Wraith as he one by one drove the metal spikes into her legs. She would die from blood loss before the feeling even returned to her.
"Stop!" he said.
"Are you willing to tell us how we may get to Earth, little one?"
Ford glanced at Teyla, she moved her head sidewards and opened her eyes to look at him. Begging him to keep his mouth shut.
He breathed in deeply. He couldn't say anything because then every person on Earth would fall to the fate of those in the Pegasus galaxy, and he couldn't allow that to happen. No matter what they did to them…
"I did not think so," the Wraith said, grabbing another spike and jamming it through Teyla's hand.
Ford flinched and looked away. He didn't want to watch...yet for some sick reason his eyes kept getting drawn back to the scene that lay before him…
"Let her go…" he said.
"Not until you tell us what we need to know," the Wraith said.
He met Teyla's eyes again, and hoped he could read what he was trying to communicate to her.
I'm sorry…