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Ithilasseth: Well, here's the update for you. Hope you like.
puddles1311: John is of course gonne get mad, as we will see. As for Koyla dying...I ain't gonna tell you the rest of the plot now, am I?
Innogen: Koyla is a great villan. I hope we see more of him. As for McKay and Weir, I'm not sure. I'm still trying to make this not be shippy.
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Ashkash: Whoa, we even have dramatic music now! And we all love Koyla, that's why he has to come back!

Chapter 4: Losing control

There was no window in her cell, so Elizabeth didn't know how long she was in the cell. With her hands tied behind her, she couldn't see her watch either. However long it was, Koyla eventually returned.

"Hello again Doctor Weir. Or may I call you Elizabeth? Seems little point in being formal now."

Elizabeth made no move to respond, she just sat staring past him.

"I thought you might react like that."

Koyla nodded his head. Two guards came in behind him and untied her hands and feet. Feigning weakness, they helped her to her feet. Taking her chance, she put into practice the fighting skills John had taught her. She kicked upwards with her left foot. As the guard fell back, she loosened her arm from the other guards grip. While he looked on in shock, she hit him across the face. As he fell backwards, she spun round and kicked the other guard in the head. With her heavy military boots on, she knocked him out instantly. Turning back to other guard, he rushed at her, but she was ready. She kicked him in the stomach, and as he doubled over, she kicked him in the head. He also fell to the ground unconscious.

Turning to face Koyla, she expected him to look scared or angry. Instead he stood smiling.

"You're very good."

Elizabeth glared at him, and launched herself at him. She aimed a kick to his groin, but he raised his knee up. He caught her leg, and pushed it sideway, turning her. She went to punch him in the head, but he stepped back. Angry, she began to lose control of her actions. She punched and kicked out wildly. She couldn't see it, but Koyla was pushing her backwards. Slowly but surely, she was being backed up towards the wall.

Koyla took another step forward. Elizabeth took another step back and slammed into the wall.

She turned to move, but Koyla placed his arm on the wall trapping her. She turned the other was, and Koyla did the same again. Elizabeth faced him head on.

"But you're not good enough. No doubt the incompetent Sheppard taught you."

Elizabeth's anger flared up again, and she rammed her knee up. Again Koyla was ready for her. He pushed his knee up, catching on the inside of hers. He pushed sideways, forcing her legs apart. She tried to hit him, but he grabbed both her arms and pinned them above her head. She desperately tried to struggle, but it was no use. Koyla was heavier and stronger than her. She was trapped.

"You see; this is what happens when your emotions get the better of you. Now, if I let my emotions get the better of me…"

Koyla trailed off, but Elizabeth knew what he meant. She tried to look him in the eye, to stare him out. But she couldn't bring herself to meet the eyes of this monster.

Behind Koyla, the guards began to groan. Elizabeth held deathly still, and Koyla released her. She breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed her arms where he's held her in his tight grip. He smiled at her.

Suddenly, he lashed out, hitting her hard across the face. Elizabeth wasn't ready for it, and was knocked to the ground. As she lay there, she coughed and spat on the floor. She looked down to find blood. Wiping her hand across her mouth, she felt something warm on her hand. She looked at her hand; there was a line of blood across it. Turning she looked up at Koyla. He was stood towering over her.

"That's how you deal with a rebellious prisoner. Now, take her."

The two guards grabbed her roughly and dragged her to her feet. Koyla was smiling at her. He leaned in and whispered into her ear.

"I was hoping you'd do that anyway. Now these two have an even better reason for beating you senseless."

He pulled back and waved a hand to the guards. As they walked away down the corridor, he shouted after them.

"Take her boots before you start. Just in case she gets feisty again."

With a smug smile, he turned and walked back towards the Genii command centre.

John was sitting in his room staring at a picture. It was a little framed picture that sat by his bed at. In the picture, there was Elizabeth stood smiling. He was in it too. He was stood behind her with his arms around her. It had been taken at the party to celebrate the defeat of the Wraith. Just a month later they had once again been plunged in turmoil and conflict.

They weren't an item. It was hard to explain what they were really. Many were convinced they were dating. Some had thought they'd skipped straight to sleeping together. Most just saw them as very good friends. John wasn't sure really. It wasn't the conventional CO and 2IC relationship. They were open with each other, didn't mind having to share small, confined spaces, they even flirted, a little.

It wasn't love.

It was more than that.

The sound of the door opening brought John back to the present.

"Colonel."

Normally John would have jumped up at the sound of Caldwell, ready to salute his superior. John had never saluted Elizabeth though, except as a joke.

"Colonel."

John turned his head slowly to face him. He didn't understand what he was expecting. For him to greet him warmly or to act like the model soldier.

"I understand that this must be hard for you, to lose someone so close."

"She's not dead, that's the point. She's been captured."

"I know that, and you also know that there's nothing we can do to help her."

John moved to the edge of the bed.

"What?"

"We can't mount a rescue mission."

John stood up and met Caldwell's level gaze.

"We have to, you have no idea what they'll do to her. You have no idea what this will do to me!"

"I can only imagine, but we can't just walk into the Genii base."

"Use the Daedalus, beam her out!"

"We've thought of it already, the base is too well protected. The beam won't penetrate that deep down as well as through their defences."

"You have to try!"

"I won't risk it!"

John raised his hand, ready to beat some sense into Caldwell.

"Striking a superior officer will have you court marshalled and thrown in the brig Colonel!"

Caldwell stared John in the face, until he saw his arm drop.

"That's better. You need to keep you personal feelings in check here Sheppard, and try to find a way to help her. You're no good to her locked in the brig."

John sighed and looked down.

"You're right."

"That's better. Now, it's getting late. I suggest you rest, and we'll start to figure things out in the morning."

"Yes sir."

"Goodnight Sheppard."

"Night."

With that Caldwell turned and left Sheppard's quarters, but he already knew that John wouldn't be sleeping tonight.