Wow, thanks for all the reviews! I'm glad you all are enjoying it.
Also, thanks for letting me know that I was spelling Ronon's name wrong – oops! That's what happens when you're new. :)
"Wraith sympathizers?" he cried loudly, unable to control his rage.
"Colonel Sheppard, please…we will help you get her back" promised Jacob.
"Wraith sympathizers? You have to be kidding – there can't really be people here who are sympathetic to the Wraith" Rodney said.
Teyla looked at Rodney, "Yes, there are rumors about those who serve – even worship -- the Wraith. In exchange for their service, their lives are spared."
"It's true. I've met some of them." John said.
They looked at John, surprised. "Long story…I ran into them back on the hive ship with Ford."
"Why do they want Dr. Weir?" Rodney asked.
"That's the part that confuses me." Jacob responded, "We have run into these groups in the past, but they leave us alone if we do not interfere with their activities. Because they serve the Wraith, we have been safe from the cullings for many years now. So, it is an arrangement that is mutually beneficial." He paused, "Of course, we have operatives inside the group to keep an eye on them. There was no indication of any intent to harm your team. I never would have intentionally put Dr. Weir in harm's way." Suddenly, a thought entered his head, "Colonel Sheppard, you mentioned that you have met sympathizers before."
"Yes"
"Have you given them a reason to take the leader of your world hostage?"
John couldn't believe it. Was it possible that this had nothing to do with the Castorians? Had the Wraith somehow found out they were here?
"We need to find her now" he said, suddenly realizing the urgency of the situation. His stomach churned at the thought. Elizabeth would resist. The questioning would be painful. If she did not tell them what they needed to know, they would kill her.
He looked at Rodney, "They want to use her to find their way to Earth."
Elizabeth awoke in a cold, dark room. She was lying on the floor. As she sat up, she noticed that the room was bare with concrete walls. It was like being in solitary confinement.
She had no idea why she had been brought here. After leaving the ballroom, they injected her with a substance that put her to sleep.
She shivered and wished for a jacket. "Why did I have to wear the strapless dress?" she muttered to herself.
In the distance, she heard a noise – a door creaking, then footsteps coming closer. She stood. The door to her prison opened, and she came face-to-face with her captor, a Wraith.
She gasped and stepped back as the hive queen entered the room, "Oh my God." This wasn't what she had been expecting.