Chapter 4: The End of the Beginning

Vividus stood, his disguise now rendered useless as he stood there, taking off his mask and revealing the face once that bore property of her companionship, and was most likely more than that, but he stood there. Mical smiled, before making a short bow, his lightsaber deactivated.

"Well, Felicity, we meet again." He said a coy smile upon his face as he spoke, a soft tenderness that Jack had never heard in a man, as he stood behind Felicity. Günter kept his weapon trained on him, before the Exile deactivated her lightsaber.

"Wh...why?" She asked Mical, her eyes full of unshed tears as she stared into the eyes of the man she once loved, who he turned that face, except for the tears that whetted his face.

"Felicity, I...I was captured, by Delak and Nephrites, try...trying to follow you into the Unknown...Regions, and..." He said, before he collapsed on the ground, his hands in his face, before Felicity sat next to him, and hugged him before he turned the hug, they were both crying, before John and his team came around on the opposite side, their guns trained on the pair, before John calmed them down, running to her.

"Sir, we couldn't stop them from lifting off. They're gone. But, we found this man here." John spoke, turning and pointing to Bralor, holding onto a man with a grey tone and no cracks to his face, a look of surprisment on his face. Jack then took the face of a mean and angry mother bear, walking over to the man, and then taking his gun and slamming the butt of the weapon down onto Akron's head.

"You...son...of...a...bitch!" He yelled, each pause slamming the gun into his head. Akron tried to make a sound, but then was knocked unconscious by the butt of the gun that was smacking Jonas in the head. Kelborn, standing next to Bralor, grabbed Jack by the arm, which then looked at Jack in the eyes with a glare, his helmet lost.

Jack then returned the glare, but then, he felt more relieved that he hurt the man who hurt his best friend. He nodded, and then slowly dropped the gun, then walking towards the stunned Exile and the more stunned Mical. John was standing next to Bralor now, and watched as the Exile then turned around.

And then blaster fire was everywhere, the Sith on the other side of the courtyard were appearing out of nowhere on that side, firing at Jack and his crew of Mandalorians. Jack, Günter, and John jumped behind the bench and took cover as they fired their weapons at the men, before Günter aimed his weapon higher than Jack and John, and fired a grenade.

The grenade zoomed, before it hit a spot in the middle of a five man Sith squad, blowing them five feet in the air before they landed on their helmets, crushing their necks. Günter said a low 'Yeesssssss' before he continued fire. But, that was futile as more men and more firepower appeared out of nowhere. They were doomed, Jack thought, but that was before the loud sound from the sky.

The dropship took a position close to the ground, while its side guns unleashed a torment of repeating blaster fire onto the Sith, trying to kill Jack and his crew. The exile and Mical, followed by Bralor and Kelborn, got onto the ship, while the Mandalorians and Jack's SpecWar stood on the ground, continuing to give ground fire, before they backed up, slowly, continuing the fire. Behind them, Akron rose in the air, and disappeared, before Felicity could even yell that he was escaping.

"Damn you, Delak!" She yelled, before she ran onto the ship, activating her lightsaber and deflecting the blasts from the Sith.

The Mandalorians jumped on, followed by John and Jack, while Günter grabbed a hold of a strut, and held on tightly as he continued to fire, the ship lifting off. Jack grabbed Günter and pulled him inside the ship, the door closing.

There they were, Jack and Günter, panting as they laid on the hard metal surface of the ship itself, with Mitchell in the back Kolto canister while Teal'c was meditating, Paul and Vala sitting next to each other, Vala resting her head on Paul's shoulder, and the rest of Jack's team were there, resting softly as Kevin spoke of how they'd get medals.

And there was John, sitting next to Canderous at the controls and the Exile plus Mical cuddling, it seemed like, near the rear of the dropship. John had the face of intense dislike as he viewed the Exile in the arms of a Sith Lord, a 'changed' Sith Lord.

"Ja...Jack..." Mitchell moaned, from where he was in the Kolto tank, the dropship entering the space around Zimbai, or also known as Dxun, before Jack slowly moved over to Mitchell.

"Yeah, buddy?" He said softly, looking into Mitchell's eyes, and then followed the hand that Mitchell was using all of his strength to point at the Sith Lord on the shuttle.

"He...he saved me from...from Akron's...Akron's torture...don't...don't judge a book...by...by its cover..." He croaked, before he fell into a darkness of slumber, to which Jack looked at the corpsman next to him. He nodded up and down, saying in silence that he'll be okay, before he got up and sauntered over to the supposed Mical.

"Hey, I need to talk to you." He said, making the follow me notion with his index finger as he walked back to an abandoned section of the dropship, Mical following him close behind.

"Yes?" He asked, in that proper voice that reminded Jack of a British noble, but then he regained his composure and asked his question.

"If you really did change, why did you train Daniel, or Jonas, or Carter?"

"I assume that when you mean Daniel, you mean Lacius. Well, the reason I changed him was to impress the Sith Lords around me, before I could strike them from behind. I was teaching Daniel that, before he was taken under Nephrites' wing, and he taught him to be evil...then...Lacius trained Akron, and then Lacius trained Arias. It is a weird system, but they are..."

"Mical, what are you talking about?" Said the Exile, who already was walking over to the group.

"Nothing, Felicity. I'll be right there." Mical said, smiling as she walked away, back to her seat.

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but you two shouldn't show your affection that much. That man, over there?" Jack implied, his head nodding towards John, who only showed a deep and utter hatred for both of them.

"Yes?"

"He's in love with her. I suggest you don't mess around with her near him, else it could be bad."

"Don't worry; I won't do such a thing. Besides, I need to talk with Mandalore."

"Who?" Jack asked; a confused look upon his face.

"Oh, that's Canderous. Canderous Ordo."

Meanwhile, Cameron Mitchell awoke in the Kolto tank. He looked around, but then rested on Mical, and then the Exile. The Exile, who never did look Mitchell in the eyes before, finally did, and then she opened her mouth, putting a hand on it.

She was in a room full of Force Sensitives.

Teyla awoke from her slumber, her head quietly resting on Atton's chest, her arms wrapped around him and his around her, it was a peaceful and quite picturesque if you viewed the room from the door. Atton then slowly opened his eyes, and smiled at Teyla, his hands swathing down her hair.

"Morning, beautiful." He said, in a whisper as Teyla just smiled back, then closed her eyes and moved closer, her body pushed against his as they still were in an embrace.

"I'm probably going to get used to you calling me that, Atton." She said, smiling as she continued to rest in his arms. He smiled again, but groaned as he tried to get up from sleeping. Or, better reforintion, lack of. He moaned as he put his left hand on the small of his back, where the pain was located. Teyla sighed, before she got on her knees behind him and massaged that area.

"You told me that you were flexible for the positions of meditation, Atton. I want to know why you lied to me." She said, slowly moving her hands around the sore area, massaging it with her gentle fingers, while Atton relaxed leaning back.

"Well, you can't turn down a beautiful woman." He said, arching his back slightly as she hit a sensitive spot as he chuckled a bit. She smiled, gently caressing the area, before she stopped suddenly when Atton spoke.

"Mmm...that's it, Felicity, that's it..."

"Felicity!"

"Oh...uh..." Atton said, his mind drifting to the Exile. He then felt the hands leave his back, before he heard the door behind him open, and then slam close. He cursed, landing his back on the before he stuffed his hands into his face. He brought up memories, memories of her with him, memories of her with him, the rouge Atton Rand, who proposed to her but she declined. Why, he asked. Why?

It had been two weeks, two long and painful weeks for Cameron Mitchell as he tried to get back in shape, and because of his 'resilisance and his will to live', the Colonel has been improving faster than anyone that Dr. Carson Beckett had ever seen or read about in the medical books.

Mitchell was doing simple runs around the track in the Atlantis gym, which was surprising since he was beating the fastest time. Carson stopped Mitchell.

"Look, I have no reason to keep you here. Your bones had healed, the swelling stopped, and you're running faster than anyone I've ever seen. I'm...amazed." He said, in his Australian accent, making a note to himself.

"But, if you have trouble," He said, giving the confused Mitchell a look. "Give me a call. I'll help you if you need it." He said, before walking off to the hallway. He sighed, but then continued to do his runs, following the set path along the track.

It wasn't five minutes later before he felt a gaze upon him, as he ran along the path. It was bugging him, and he could tell that the gaze did not belong to an ordinary person, but one of those men or women that they picked up from the camp. Probably the Exile, they call her.

He then stopped, and laid down on the track, cramps starting to hurt on his left side. He felt the footsteps coming closer, but they were silent. That was when he stood up, and locked eyes with Felicity.

"You know you got a special power, Mitchell." That was all she said for the moment, still locking eyes with Mitchell. He just continued to keep his gaze, before he looked around, viewing the sea.

The track was located on a platform, with railing on the outer edges that made sure people didn't jump off into the sea that was below them. Cameron just walked to the railing, and leaned on it, the Exile leaning on the railing next to him, looking out to sea.

"This power...I can use it whenever I need to?" He asked her, turning his head so she could look at him.

"Yes, and with proper training, I could have you teach some of the other people; they have the power like you." She said, before changing her gaze so she could look out to sea.

"Yeah, that would be cool..." He said, before he turned around and began to run.

Felicity just watched, and wondered.

John slowly twirled the glass; it was once full of alcohol but now it was perfectly cleaned of the substance, the bartender gave him a stern look as he ordered another, his speech slurred and perceptibly drunk.

"You know? I should have never given that whore the satisfaction that I was her plaything! Yup, no sir ree!" He said, receiving the new glass and downing it in one gulp as he hiccupped, before the Exile entered the room. John sighed as he slammed the glass down, the Exile sitting next to him.

"John, are you alright?" She asked quietly, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. He, however, took his hand and shoved her hand off his, before he stumbled out of the bar area and into a hallway, where she followed.

"John?" She asked again, walking to his stumbling. He, however, did not respond and kept on walking as best as he could, a twisted face appearing on him.

"John...?"

"You know what, Felicity? I once said I loved you. I wish I didn't, if I knew that I was saying those words to a woman who was two-timing with the enemy!" He snarled at her, staring her in the eye.

"I was just comforting him..."

"Oh, yeah, comforting him and kissing him full on the lips! I saw that, and Jack told me what you did behind the cargo canisters back in the Puddlejumper bay! Passionately kissing him below the pants, huh!" He growled at her, his eyes full of hate and evil that it scared Felicity. A tear ran down her cheek.

"I'm...I'm sorry Atton."

"Oh, fuck that bullshit, you can go to hell, Felicity. Cry, see if I care. Go ahead, I'm standing here." He said, folding his arms across his chest as she began to cry. She tried to lean on him, but he shoved her off him.

"Yeah, next time, try to not play with someone's heart. I'm going to get drunk, and then go relieve myself. G'day, you space hooker." He said, walking away as he leaned against the walls, disappearing from her view.

"Next time, try a spinning move." Felicity said, though her once usual aura of good was not present as Mitchell took the lightsaber and struck the dummy, cutting it down in a straight line through the heart area before moving into where the respiratory system would have been. He then went on the aggressive and stabbed the dummy through the heart.

"No, no. We are taught not to be aggressive. Passion leads to the dark side, my apprentice."

"There is nothing wrong with being aggressive, Master. It is just when to switch stances and go on the defensive, and not to let your passion rule your battles." He said.

Felicity smiled.

"Ahh...I see one has been studying my books on philosophy. Yes, I suppose you're right. Just don't let you proving me wrong get to your head."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Master." He said a smile on his face. She chuckled a bit, before she sighed, still smiling.

"Well, that about wraps it up today. You have the blade skills of Master Kavar, you know. You should..."

"Master who?"

He saw the smile flash away from her face, before a string of images appeared in his head, suddenly. He then blacked out, falling on the ground...

The Jedi Enclave's meeting circle was occupied, with three men dressed in robes and a woman, who stood there in front of them with her lightsaber out. The middle one was bald, but had the look of a man who had already set his mind to something he did not want to do. The one on his left was a man with long hair, and a face that was hard to read except it registered sorrow.

And the one on the right was a man with short hair, and a face that showed nothing. It was un-readable, and when he spoke, it was less difficult to find out what he was speaking about.

"You will be cut off from the Force. I apologize..."

"No! Please! Not again, no..." Felicity asked, falling on her knees and putting her hands to her head.

"I'm sorry..."

Cameron awoke in the training room, with Felicity standing above him, a hand out. He grasped it, and was pulled up.

"What happened, Mitchell?"

"I...saw you...in this place. It was big, and there was these three men standing in front of you. One...spoke with an un-readable face."

"Kavar. Look, I think I just made a bond with you."

"A...what?"

"A bond is formed when I show you images like that to you, when I show you images from my past, or when I healed you when you were in the Kolto tank. Cameron, you and I can hear each other's thoughts.

"Huh?"

You see?

Wow. This is incredible...

Yes, yes it is.

"But its best if we don't use that as often. Alright, apprentice?"

"Yes, Master." He said, walking out.

Wow, she's not as snappy as before.

I thought that.