A long chapter! Rejoicify my readers!...um...I've been listening to Wicked too much...nah!
Good news though: I'm feeling better! After a few nights sleep of a drug induced slumber (yay for medicine!) I am feeling fantastic!
This is the last chapter I have written so far, but don't worry, I'm working on the next one. And for those of you wondering, yes. Dante's ship is based off of the one from Final Fantasy VIII. I like how that ship looks. It's cool looking.
I'd also like to say that there's a surprise in this chapter.
Muse/ViH:Oooo...what is it?
They'll just have to read to find out.
Everything in this story is mine:Maniacal laughter; Lawyers suddenly show up: Um...then again maybe not...
Sam studied the embedded dagger in her brother's back. She was still slightly in shock at finding him in another galaxy, but she was ignoring that fact for now. She wrapped a towel around the wound and looked at Dante.
"So this guy is your brother?" John asked.
Sam motioned for Teal'c to hold the bandage and rose to her feet. She began rummaging through the room. "Yes he is," she answered absently. She opened the small refrigerator and grinned happily. She reached in and pulled out a bag of red blood.
"Why does he have blood in the fridge?" Rodney asked.
"Because he's a bloodsucking vampire McKay," John joked.
Sam gently rolled Dante over. His eyes were slightly glazed over, his skin paler than normal. "Drink up Dante," Sam whispered. She bit off a piece of the corner and let the scarlet contents dribble into Dante's mouth.
"Does that not need to be in an IV?" Teyla asked.
"Not for him," Sam answered.
"Almost there!" Cameron's voice shouted from the cockpit.
Sam looked at John. "Radio ahead to Atlantis. Tell them that we've got an injured patient who needs a knife removed from the left side of his chest." John nodded and tapped his headset.
"We're here!" Cameron shouted. "How do I land this thing?"
"Land…southwest…platform…" Dante wheezed.
"Whoa!" Cameron exclaimed as the ship began to land itself. As the ship gently touched down, the cargo doors opened and Doctor Beckett and a medical team came swarming in.
"Where's the patient?" Beckett demanded.
"Here!" Sam called. Beckett ran into the room and quickly assessed the situation.
"We need to get him to the infirmary immediately." A stretcher was brought in. "How long is the knife?"
"It's about six inches or so. Silver," Sam said.
"Silver?" Beckett repeated, looking at her. "How do you know that?"
"I'll explain later. But we need to get this dagger out now. He's allergic to silver," Sam said.
"Bloody hell," Beckett muttered. He shouted some orders through the radio before they moved Dante onto the waiting stretcher. "Make sure that dagger doesn't move! Let's go!" The medical team ran down the halls of Atlantis to the infirmary.
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Sam stared out of the window, the sun peeking over the horizon. She heard footsteps approaching the room she was in. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Elizabeth asked.
"I suppose so," Sam answered, her arms folded over her chest. She turned to Weir. "What do you want?"
"Colonel Sheppard tells me that the man you found on that planet is your brother. Care to explain how that's possible?"
"When Janet and Cassie went missing around fifteen months ago, my brother joined in the search. We were able to find them with his help and he and Janet got close. When Janet died he took it hard. He thinks it's his fault she's dead. He must have found that ship, Ragnarok, and flew it out here."
"Why out here?" Elizabeth asked.
Sam shrugged. "Probably because there was a less likely chance of us running into him. Looks like he was wrong."
"Sheppard also told me that he drinks blood," Elizabeth commented, looking at Sam out of the corner of her eye.
"What of it?" Sam asked.
"I don't know of any creature, aside from the vampire bat, that drinks blood. Care to explain?" she asked.
"It's not my place to explain," Sam returned, looking at the Atlantis leader. "How is Dante anyway?"
"Recovering," Elizabeth answered. "Doctor Beckett is amazed at how fast he's healing. He's only been here one day."
Sam shrugged. "We're both fast healers." She turned and headed for the door. Before she could step out of the room, alarms began blaring. The two women ran for the control room.
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Dante kept his eyes closed as he woke up. He took in a deep breath and smiled as a familiar scent invaded his nose. Two arms wrapped around him and he felt someone's head rest on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw Janet looking up at him. She smiled up at him, her dark eyes warm.
"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Dante asked.
Janet's smile faded slightly and she nodded. "I've missed you," she said.
"I've missed you too," he said, wrapping his arms around her.
"You can't keep holding out for me Dante," she said.
"Why not?" he demanded.
She looked him in the eye. "Dante, you're an immortal. The only way you can die is if you get killed. And I don't want you to die. It's not very pleasant."
"I don't care. I want to be with you Janet," he said, sitting up. It was then that he realized he was on top of a grassy hill surrounded by forests and mountains. The sun was shining down on the pair, warming their skin. Confusion appeared on Dante's face. He slowly rose to his feet and noticed that he was wearing a pair of black jeans, his feet and chest bare. His two pendants glinted in the sun.
"Like you said Dante, it's a dream," Janet said. He turned to her and saw that she was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a simple white shirt. Her hair swayed slightly in the breeze. She walked to him and intertwined her right hand with his left hand.
"I don't want to wake up," he confessed.
"But you have to," Janet told him. She reached up with her left hand and absently traced along his black tattoo on his shoulders and upper back.
Dante captured her free hand and held her hands with his left. With his right hand he tilted her head up and bent down to kiss her. Janet pushed him away and turned. He stared after her, hurt by her rejection.
"Janet?" he asked.
"I…I can't…" she said, looking back at him. "I…the others won't let me…"
Dante frowned. "Others?" he repeated. Realization dawned on his face. "You Ascended," he accused.
Janet looked down. "I did."
"But then why didn't you turn into that white…shiny stuff?" Dante demanded.
"It took me a while after I died before I actually Ascended," she confessed. "You probably hate me," she murmured. She blinked in surprise when two arms wrapped around her, holding her close.
"I could never hate you," he whispered into her ear.
She willingly sank into him, her arms holding his in place. "I should go. Before they suspect anything."
"Why won't they let you see me?" he asked.
"It's one of the rules," she said. "We're not supposed to directly interfere with a person, awake or otherwise."
"Even if that person loves you with all their being?"
"That I don't know. I'd have to ask Oma."
"Isn't she the one who helped Daniel Ascend?"
"Yeah. She would still be fighting Anubis, but the others realized that she was willing to fight her mistake and they dealt with him. Even with all that, Oma is still helping people Ascend, but now she only helps those who have proven themselves."
"Like you," Dante said.
Janet smiled. "Like me. I really should go."
"Will I see you again?" he asked, turning her to face him.
"Maybe," she said. "But whether you see me or not, I'll always be with you." The two leaned in and kissed softly. The world around Dante began to fade away.
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Sam and Elizabeth ran into the control room. "What's going on?" Elizabeth demanded of the technicians.
"Incoming wormhole. We aren't getting any…" the Russian technician began when the lights and every piece of electronic equipment shut down.
"What the hell is going on?" Elizabeth yelled.
"Someone sent an EM pulse through the Gate," Sam said.
"Who?" John demanded.
"The Wraith," Ronon answered.
"Put the shield up around the Gate!" Weir ordered.
"I can't. There is no power!" the Russian answered.
"Holy…" Cameron began.
Everyone looked down in the Gate Room and saw several dozen Wraith streaming in. "Everybody out! Evacuate now!" Weir shouted. "Tell everyone you see to evacuate to the main land or to the Daedalus!" She looked at Rodney and Sam. "We can't set the self-destruct, can we?"
"Not until the power comes back up," Rodney said.
"As much as I hate to admit it, he's right," Sam agreed.
As the group turned to leave, Doctor Beckett came running in, chest heaving. "What is it?" John demanded.
"That man, Dante, he's gone," Beckett said.
"What do you mean gone?" Sam asked.
"He woke up and vanished in flash of light. I thought the Daedalus might have beamed him aboard but they didn't. Then the power went out."
The sound of shattering glass made them duck. "The Wraith are here. We need to go now!" Weir said.
"Too late human," a voice said. The group looked up in dismay as several Wraith aimed their weapons at them.
"Well crap," John muttered.
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Dante finished buckling his weapons belt on when the sound of boots reached his ears. He spun around in a blur and had a gun pointed at a woman's forehead, her eyes wide in shock. He lowered the gun and holstered it.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded.
"Vala," she said. "Who the blazes are you?"
"Dante," he answered. He slipped a dagger into each black boot, silver greaves on the front of his footgear. He wore his usual pair of leather pants and a black shirt was under dark gray, nearly black body armor. He tied his hair back and grabbed his tattered long leather duster. He pulled it on then slid his sword into the back sheath.
"Aren't we over compensating?" Vala commented.
Dante gathered several clips of silver bullets and stowed them in various hidden pockets. He glanced at the thief. "No. Why are you here?"
She shrugged. "I thought maybe I could use this ship to help people evacuate. I may be a thief, but I'm not completely heartless. Suppose I have Daniel to thank for that. Usually I would just leave."
"No one's evacuating Atlantis," Dante said, loading three pistols. He tossed the pistols and a belt to her. She caught them. "You have a dozen clips total in the guns and in the belt. Let's go."
"Go where? The city could be swarming with those Wraith things."
Dante picked up a duffel bag. "Only dozens. But there's a hive ship on the way. We have to make sure they have nothing to shoot at or invade. Now let's go." Vala saw the determined look in his eye and followed as he left.
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