Stranded

A/N: Okie-dokkie, Here is the first chapter! It's kind of difficult for me to keep a definite writing style and throw in talking. It's like throwing ice into boiling water. It just doesn't work out right. You lose the ice. Ugh.

Just want to say I'm a huge fan of Obi-Wan and this is the first story I've written (and posted) without him in it. It's going to be so hard for me to write! Maybe I'll shoot myself...? No... But I might bring in good ole' Kenobi later. Maybe after the Jedi discover their messenger didn't make it...? Or maybe I'll learn to grow up and actually write something without him in it.

Wait... Is it really Star Wars without Obi-Wan...?

Excuse me while I bang my head on the wall...

"Teyla, Ford, you two okay?" McKay asked before looking over at the third male.

"I believe so," the female said, picking up her gun and standing up.

"Yeah," the male nodded.

"I'm great too, thanks for asking," the fourth member said crossly.

"Well I knew you were okay, John," McKay said, rolling his eyes.

Still irked, John stood up, tucking his gun into its holster and dusting off his pants. He did a quick scan of the area, found nothing and sighed. McKay looked at his Life Signs Detector, almost half heartily.

"Whoever it was is gone now," He informed them.

"So we can see," John said.

McKay glared.

"But who was it, and why did they attack?" Teyla asked, walking over to stand next to John.

"Who knows," Ford shrugged, "but I got the feeling that he didn't like us very much."

McKay snorted and Ford glared at him. McKay put his finger in front of him, as if remembering something. He tapped the air, trying to figure out how to explain it. His team members watched with interest.

"Before you scared him away, major," McKay recalled, giving John an evil look, "He waved his hand in front of me, and talked to me like... Like he was trying to persuade me to forget something."

"I do not understand," Teyla said, looking confused and earning a roll of the eyes from McKay.

"I don't either, but there was something weird about him," McKay continued. "Until a week ago there were no signs of life on this planet. And all of a sudden we pick up a...a..." McKay couldn't seem to think of the right words.

"PuddleJumper 2.0?" Ford suggested.

"No, not a PuddleJumper 2.0."

"Hey, I was just saying..."

"I know you were just saying, now hush." McKay snapped, "The Wraith Dart thing, only, it's not."

"The ship thing," John nodded, "We all read the report. But what are you getting at?"

"What if he was using that ship on some sort of errand?" McKay asked. "Maybe he's got his hands on some sort of superior technology. Or better yet, a ZPM?"

"I think I see where this is going," John said, shaking his head, "I don't think it will work."

"I agree with Major Sheppard," Teyla sighed, "He did not seem very pleased to meet us."

"Well John went and put a gun to his head!"

"It was the back of his neck."

"Same difference." McKay waved his finger again, as if trying to think, "Well, if he's stranded here... I was thinking if we could find a way to fix his ship... Maybe he could give us information, advance technology."

"And why do you think that?" John asked.

"If you were stranded on a planet, and someone offered to help you for information, wouldn't you?" McKay asked.

"Maybe, depends on if I trusted them or not." John said looking at McKay confused. "Oh, no. This kid pulled Jackie Chan style moves, I'm not going near him again."

"Well he probably won't talk to me, and you are the most..." McKay stopped, trying to think of a word.

"I can try talking to him," Teyla said, looking between the two arguing men.

"No way, Teyla," John said, turning to her, "It's too dangerous."

"I can take care of myself," she informed him, "and I don't see you jumping to the offer."

John looked over at Ford who shrugged, then at McKay who nodded. He finally looked back at Teyla. As if he would regret it, he too nodded. Teyla smiled.

"He went in that direction," John pointed, "We'll follow you as backup."

xXxXx

For how far or how long she had traveled, she wasn't sure. She did not feel threatened though. Her "backup" as they labeled themselves was following close behind. Close enough to be assistance, far enough away to not be a threat.

She didn't see why they insisted on doing it this way. In her opinion it would have been easier to have had them in a group. But, as McKay warned her, it would probably scare him away. So, reluctantly, she agreed.

Checking the Life Signs Detector, she frowned. The beep wasn't getting any closer. Not that it startled her.

'He's leading me to somewhere he feels safe, somewhere to corner me.'

Somehow, the thought didn't seem all that disturbing to her. If she had to earn his trust from a corner, then she was willing to do so. It would mean all the more to her.

Finally, the beep stopped moving.

Stopping also, she looked up from the small screen. In front of her was a large cliff wall, a dead end. If the point was to cage her, then he had definitely done that. She looked over her into the trees, seeing nothing.

Seeing nothing...

She checked the scanner again and then looked around.

He was missing.

Well, not really missing, he was still on the Life Sign Detector, and he should have been right in front of her. But he wasn't. He was missing. Invisible, maybe, but she should be able to hear him.

She took a few steps forward, and stretched her arm out. She only caught air in her outstretched fingers. Sighing, she realized she'd been played. She had probably been tracking some sort of large beast.

Still, that didn't make since. The scanner was set to humanoid life signs. She turned around and that was followed by a sharp intake of breath.

Standing before her was the one she had been tracking. His arm was stretched in front of him and in his hand was an odd looking gun. And it was pointed between her eyes. Pocketing the Life Sign Detector, she unclipped her gun and tossed it on the ground near him.

He eyed it, before looking at her again. She smiled kindly and raised her arms in front of her.

"I mean you no harm," she said, "My name is Teyla."

He didn't reply. Just gestured for her to back up until she was against the cliff wall. After eyeing her from head to toe, he sat down, gun still out. Teyla sighed, and sat down in front of him.

"How did you know I was here?" He asked finally, giving her a suspicious look, "You're not from the Federation are you?"

"One of our trackers picked up your ship a day ago," Teyla said, "Me and my team was sent to investigate it. We had no idea you were here. We thought it was an abandoned ship."

"Well it's not," he said harshly, "It's my ship."

"And you are stuck here?"

The gun was pointed at Teyla again, making her wonder what she said that had upset him. She wondered how long he had been alone. She bowed her head slightly, before smiling kindly at him again.

"I am sorry if I offended you," she apologized.

Noticing that she noticed the shaking of his hand, he lowered the gun, putting it on his lap. He licked his dry lips and brushed his bangs from his eyes.

"Your name... Teyla, was it?" he asked, watching her nod, "The ring you came from... You came from another side? Where does the ring lead?"

"The Stargate you mean?" Teyla asked, and he shrugged slightly, "We came through from Atlantis, the lost city of the Ancients." She watched him tense up at this, but she didn't comment. "The 'gate leads to many destinations. Millions. Before I went to Atlantis, I lived on a planet called Athosia."

"Atlantis..." he said, not all that interested in the rest of it, "do the Ancients still live there?"

"Not for a very long time."

"Shit."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Nothing. Why did you follow me anyways?"

"Well," Teyla said, trying to explain it.

'We're trying to befriend you for your technology' didn't sound like it would work.

"I guess, we thought you could use our help," Teyla said, "if you really were stranded here."

"Help with what?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously again.

"We have scientists who can fix your ship, or at least try to," she told him, "and there is food we can give you."

"My ship is fine and I don't need your food," he said hotly.

And his stomach chose the perfect time to rumble, she noted. He looked away. He was definitely stubborn, she noted. Like someone else she could name. Which reminded her, where were the others?

"Your friends are fine, all with guns pointed at me," he said, looking at her with an almost lazy arrogance.

"I see," Teyla said.

"If you want to help me," he said slowly, smirking, "why do you have guns pointed at me?"

"It was their idea, for my protection," the female explained, looking almost annoyed, "After what you did back there at the gate-"

"You started by pointing a blaster at me," he snorted.

"A blaster?"

Teyla gave him a confused look, not quite sure she had ever heard that particular phrase used on a gun before. He held his up and jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of hers.

"Blasters," he said flatly, "though the one you head is rather... primitive."

"Maybe, but before Atlantis I was hunting with a bow."

"Even more primitive."

Teyla continued to smile, as if not completely irked by his comment. After all, he was saying the weapons were primitive, not her. The corner of his lip twitched, as if he was trying hard not to smile back at her.

"And for this help you offered me..." he began slowly, "What would I have to give you in return?"

Teyla looked at him, slightly shocked. That wasn't what she had expected him to ask. She watched as he traced his fingers along the metal bottom of the beam sword she had saw earlier, all the while aware of his eyes boring into her head.

"If it were up to me," Teyla said, "It would simply be to help because I could."

"But it's not, is it?" his voice had an ironic tone to it.

"My team members believe you may have some technology that we could use to help destroy the Wraith."

"Oh, Force." He cursed.

Teyla raised an eyebrow, unused to this particular form of cursing. He ran a hand through his hair, biting his lip. She waited patiently while he thought. She didn't want to rush him. She was trying to earn his trust after all.

"I don't think I'd have anything that would interest or help you," he said.

"Well, knowing your name would help me," she smiled.

He looked at her, raising an eyebrow as if trying to decide whether she was worthy of his name or not. After a moment, he nodded to himself.

"My name?" he asked, and she nodded. "Fine."

A/N- Woohoo! First full length chapter! I think, like The Promised Lands, this is going to have 6+ page chapters. You can get a lot more written into them, and then I have a reason for slacking off instead while I'm pretending to write.

W00t, w00t I tell you!

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