A.N: Hey all! Hope that your week has been wonderful, and that you've been safe in light of the horrors of the past fortnight. To everyone affected, I can only offer you my sympathy, hope and friendship. Thus, this chapter is dedicated to the victims of London, and by extension to all whom have felt the harsh hand of intolerance.
Thanks must go to:NenyaVilyaNenya, Evilclone, Orka (The Viounull speak English, and the terms is an extension of it, same as we have soulmates...) and fififolle(Got any more spoons?). To everyone else, please review!
Still, that is by far more than enough from me, so onwards to glory!
Jeans and Genes,
Chapter 8: Bonds unbroken.
By Starlite1
Elizabeth cradled Rodney's head in her lap, wishing for some indication that he was still inside the barely living husk of his body. His breath rasped and rattled in his slowly rising and falling chest. The skin of his arms was cold and clammy, even as a fever burnt a trail across his forehead. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for something with which she could get him out of this predicament, and ultimately everyone else. Without him, she knew that the chances she had of succeeding in saving them were drastically reduced. He had become her right arm, with extremities included, and only now did she realise the fact when she stood on the edge of loosing him. For the umpteenth time since the intruders had violated their sanctuary, she cursed Koyla to hell a million times in every dialect she knew.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the door. Their two guards turned around, their expressions surprised by the appearance. In a fierce whisper, the figure demanded something of the guards. With an apprehensive glance at each other, they marched out of the room.
In silence they attempted to size each other up, the gazes judging what was on the surface, minds guessing at what lay underneath. Slowly, the figure brought long, delicate fingers to the fastenings of the mask. As it came away, the pale face of a woman was revealed. Her expression was a well carved mask, yet her ebony eyes, flecked with violet stormed with emotion. A scar slashed across her right cheek, continuing back to her ear and forward to slice her lips.
"Your mate is the one who was poisoned?" She demanded, her voice echoing with pain.
"Yes." Elizabeth simply replied, not trusting herself to state anything more.
Determination flashed in her eyes, " I am Aymkiea M'quair Ha'yo, or at least I was."
Elizabeth looked at her with a look that spoke volumes about her level of patience, "And that means what to me?"
With a sigh, Aymkiea reached into a pocket of her coat; "Koyla stole my soul. The least I can do I give yours back. This," she explained, holding out a vial of putrid orange liquid, "Is the one reason I'm alive, if you can call this alive, and that Koyla in a coherent form. It is called Corpus Vitalité, and it is the only known cure for the poison that now races through your mate's system."
"Why are you doing this?" Elizabeth asked, shocked.
For a moment, she was silent. Then, With a deep breath full of bitterness, she responded: "I'm trapped, and I do not wish for another to have to undergo this agony. Deep within my soul, I know that today I will find my emancipation. At least this way you will have a chance."
"Thankyou." Elizabeth replied simply.
Aymkiea simply nodded her head, "I suggest you administer it now. There is little time left for him."
As soon as she saw that the liquid had been dispensed into the unconscious scientist's bloodstream, she stood.
"One final word: There is one force stronger than anything he can throw at you. I can see it exists within you both, and if you have the courage to draw upon it and pursue it, than no evil can come to harm you."
Replacing both the physical and mental barriers she marched out of the room.
Once more the guards took up their posts. Looking down at Rodney, she noticed the colour seeping into his face once more.
Her heart rose tremendously at the sight, and she began to reach out to the city, looking for a single palm device.
Maybe there was still hope for them all.
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The word was out.
Break out.
How it had come out was anybody guess.
Whispers travelled through the mess like wildfire, carrying with them the plan: Wait for the signal, then do the obvious.
Each of the separate groups began to organise their own small plan, weaving a tapestry to take back their home. Carson found himself inadvertently acting as a messenger between them, being among the few whom could move about without suspicion.
Coming over to where Rachel and Michael were sitting with the rest of their team and AT-5, he couldn't help but smile at how quickly she had managed to move around again.
"How's everythin' goin'?" he asked cheerfully, leaning over Rachel and pretending to take her vitals.
Out of the corner of his mouth, Mike replied, "We have the gate room covered. AT 2, 3, 6, and 7 will ambush the armoury first. They will get weapons for everyone else, and then we will take back the infirmary then circle in on the Control room."
"Excellent!" Carson said loud enough for the guards to hear.
Looking up at the doctor, Rachel quietly asked; "What do they want with us?"
Carson replied as well as he can, "Tha' I canna' say lassie, I canna' say."
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Rodney's blue grey eyes opened blearily, " Hey…" he mumbled
Elizabeth smiled, "Hey yourself."
Gingerly he tried to sit up; "My head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton wool." He complained, tapping the sides of his temples to dissipate the headache.
"Actually you came to within half an hour of dying." Elizabeth said blandly.
He raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so just you average day then?"
"Yep."
"Any luck with our brilliant escape plan?" He asked.
"Well-" she began, but she was cut off by a crash, as Koyla stormed into the room.
"You. Get up. NOW!" He roared in fury.
Before they even had a chance to stand, they were wrenched to their feet, their arms undoubtedly sustaining some tissue damage. With guns shoved in their backs, they were marched out into the main control room, down the steps and into the embarkation room.
Koyla marched in front of them, his cloak swirling as the stench of death wafted off him in great, nauseous waves.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Koyla roared, whirling around, dragging Elizabeth by her shirt to his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth questioned, calling upon every ounce of diplomatic willpower she possessed not to hit him.
"You know perfectly well what I mean!" he hissed, sending black, oily phlegm flying over Elizabeth's face. Furiously, he threw her to the ground. The breath flew out of her chest.
Seething with rage, he towered over her, "Don't be insolent with me, wench! I want to know how you're locking me out of the city, and I want it remedied now." With that, he pivoted around, and marched off back to the control room.
One of the guards butted her in the back of the head, "Go stand in your rightful place beside your mate!" he snarled.
Gingerly she rose to her feet, wincing slightly when she noticed that her ankle had been jarred slightly. Hobbling over to Rodney, she quietly asked, "What's with everyone thinking we're a couple?"
Before Rodney could respond, the guard on him whispered, "The scent."
"What?" Elizabeth said, immediately recognising the voice
"Your scents have intertwined. Fate saw fit to give us an enhanced sense of smell that somehow survived from before our histories began. The majority of species have a very specific scent associated with them when they are coupled. We merely pick up on it more…"
Rodney's eyes widened, "My shirt!"
"What does-? Oh!" she said in realisation, looking down at her now bloody attire, "Ah well, I hardly think a matter of washing confusion currently matters."
"I've decided to send you on a little trip…" Came the repulsive sound from behind them.
"Where to?" Rodney asked, worry flashing through his voice regardless of how he tried to hide it, "Somewhere we can freeze to death? Or a desert?"
A cruel cackle reared up through his throat, "Oh, No. You shall not be leaving this place, or at least with all your molecules intact. That would be far too good for you. Instead I intend to watch, as you are broken down to your atoms by the vortex of the Stargate. Then you can spend eternity rotting in hell for all I care!"
A siren blared, as the first chevron on the gate locked in. Koyla shrugged, "Ah well, no need to hit a gift hippogriff in the beak…"
With that, their guards wrenched them towards the gate, just as the second chevron locked.
"This will be far enough!" Came a command from Rodney's guard.
Desperation in his eyes, Rodney looked at Elizabeth, a million emotions flashing through his eyes, "Look, Elizabeth, we have less then thirty seconds to live, and I'll be damned if we're going to waste them!"
And with that he kissed her.
There was no such thing as chastisement at that point in time. Their tongues clashed furiously, desperately seeking to savour their last seconds before they were condemned to eternity. Energy coursed through them, building with the pace of their duel. His hands pulled her closer, as her entwined in his hair, both desperate in their last seconds. Emotions flowed between them, raw, unbidden, and unchained from the seclusion of a single mind. Because of this, Aymkiea's words came back to them at the same time: One Force Stronger than anything, that exists between you two…
Elizabeth grasped what was given, realising where they were….
The seventh chevron locked in.
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A.N: Holy Cow, That was fun to write! If you want to find out what happens, then please review! As usual, Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. Flames on the other hand shall be used to power my little steam engine…