A/N- Cpt. Ritter- Thanks for reviewing! Don't worry, the sequel will be up right after I finish this story. Which I hope will be after the next chapter.
ch. 6 Deceit and Revenge, Then We Wait
Amar had been moved to the holding cell with the shield up. Twelve guards stood around the cage. Amar sat huffily on the chair on the far end, refusing to eat, drink or move. She just sat there staring in front of her.
Amar had had two visitors so far. One by Elizabeth and one by Teyla. Teyla hadn't yet told Ronon about what happened. He still remained in his room, choosing not to come out. Teyla had decided to tell him when he chose to come out.
Inside Amar's mind, Terras struggled to stay alive. Amar continued to send her pain and Terras was mere inches away from death.
Teyla came into the holding room again, this time with John. John came as close to the bars as he could get and stared at Amar. Amar sat there with her stony expression, staring just past John's shoulder. Then all of a sudden, Amar smiled. A truly evil grin.
"Your friend has just died. Now I own this body." John glared at her with anger boiling inside of him. He surprised himself with how calm his voice sounded.
"That's too bad for you. You'll live out the rest of your life here. I haven't decided yet if I'll continue to feed you, but I'm thinking of putting you on a Wraith populated world and letting you see what it's like to be fed upon." Amar frowned and resumed her stony position.
"John, we must tell Ronon what has happened." Teyla looked at him sadly, unshed tears fresh in her eyes. John felt a pang of simpathy. Half for Teyla because he knew she would be the one to break the news to Ronon, and half for Ronon because he would have to live with the reality of losing Terras twice.
"Yeah. I suppose we do."
In Ronon's quaters
Ronon paced around his room. He hadn't gotten any sleep since Teyla had ordered him to go to bad. Of course he hadn't, too worried about Terras to even think about sleeping. But he had stayed in his room to make Teyla think he slept. He had been in here for the last two hours.
'I'll stay another half hour and then go see Terras.' Ronon decided. While he was musing on what his life would be like if he and Terras had gotten together sooner, an anxious knock sounded at his door.
He rushed to open it and saw Teyla and John standing in front of him.
"Ronon, we have something to tell you. May we come in?" Teyla asked. Ronon stepped aside and ushered them over to a table and chairs. Teyla and John sat next to each other and Ronon sat across from them.
"Ronon, this is about Terras." John said. Ronon peered at Teyla and saw the tears that threatened to flow, but held at bay by an astounding strength that Teyla hadn't even realized she had.
"What happened? Did the Wraith take over her? Is she in the infirmary?" Ronon stood up, knocking his chair down in the process.
"Ronon. Please sit down." Ronon reluctantly obliged. Teyla continued. "When Terras was with Dr. Heightmeyer, Amar took over her. She tried to pose as Terras and kill John but Terras stopped her. We managed to sedate her and bring her back to the infirmary. When she awoke, she was Terras. Then Amar re-took control of Terras and we had to take her to the holding cell. While she was there, she announced that- that-" Teyla had to pause to regain herself. Ronon looked over at John who was staring intently at a spot on the table, refusing to meet his eyes.
"She announced what?" Ronon prompted. Teyla took a deep breath.
"She annouced that Terras had died." Ronon stared at her for a long time. As if he stared long enough, Teyla would smile and say 'gotchya' and Terras would come out of the closet, free from the Wraith and this all would have been just a sick joke. But it wasn't so. Teyla just stared back, a few tears flowing free from their prison.
"Where is the holding cells?" Ronon said relatively calmly considering what he had just been told.
"Ronon I don't think that is-" Teyla began.
"Teyla! Let him go. He's got to do this." John cut in. "Just let him go." Teyla looked at him in shock but nodded anyways and told Ronon where the holding cells were. Ronon stalked out of his room and Teyla sat there with John.
"John. Do you really think it is wise to let him do that? He might kill Amar." John scoffed.
"No. He'll kill her, bring her back to life, and kill her again. And he'll do it slowly and make sure he's stuck pins in every space possible in the voodoo doll." Teyla looked at him strangely. "Never mind. But Amar deserves to die. We should probably follow him." John got up and Teyla followed him. They rushed to find a transporter and get to the holding cells.
In the Holding Cells
Ronon walked determinedly into the holding cells. He stood for a moment and took in the sight of Amar. Sitting there with a slight smile but a slight frown on her face.
"Open the door." He ordered the guard. John and Teyla came running in.
"Do it." John ordered when the guard didn't move. Reluctantly, the guard pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. He opened it and Ronon strode inside.
"Get up." He growled at Amar. Amar slowly stood up with a smirk on her face.
"You are the one who is going to kill me? You will only kill your friend. I can leave this body at will." Ronon grabbed her throat and forced her up against the bars.
"You said Terras was dead." Amar gasped for air. Ronon realeased his grip just enough so that she could breath and speak. She smiled.
"Yes. You human's tend to believe almost anything." Ronon gripped her throat tighter.
"Let me talk to her."
"No." Amar gasped. Ronon threw her on the ground.
"WHY NOT?" He was yelling now. Amar rubbed her throat and stood up.
"Because she is too weak to take control. This body will soon be mine. And I will kill you all. Quickly, as was Terras' wish for you not to be harmed." Ronon pulled out his gun and aimed it at Amar.
"You dare speak of Terras in such a way! You do not care for upholding her wishes. If you did, you would not be in Terras' body right now."
"You are right." Ronon pulled the trigger. A red flash shot Amar in the head. It was a good thing the gun was set on stun. Amar just swayed there for a moment. Then her eyes widened and looked as if she didn't know where she was.
"Ronon?"
"Terras?" Terras finally fell. Ronon caught her before she hit the ground. She laid in his arms, unconscience.
"We need a medical team!" John called to the guards as he and Teyla rushed to where Ronon sat with Terras. Within two minutes, the tree were pushed away from Terras as Carson and his medical team checked her vitals and lifted her onto a stretcher.
In the infirmary
Ronon had resumed his place beside Terras' bed. John and Teyla had pulled up some extra chairs and joined him. They sat in silence, relishing in each other's fear and anxiety.They stayed there for the rest of the day and half the night. No one ever said one word.
At one point, Carson had ordered them all to leave and get some sleep but they just ignored him so he let it go, knowing they wouldn't get any sleep anyway.
The heart monitor that Carson had hooked up to Terras suddenly went flat line. This was the first time the three had gotten up in twelve hours. To say that they got up would be an understatement. They jumped up. Like a couple of deaf people that had heard a gun shot for the first time.
Carson shooed them away as he and his medical team attempted to resusitate her. The three friends huddled together, watching.
A/N- Ha! You'll just have to wait till next chapter to find out what happens! Don't you just love cliffies?
