Thank you for the reviews for chapter 16. I feel quite bad now coz I did kinda like Bates (despite his stereotypical macho marine BS) but I needed another baddie so he got picked. Sorry this took so long to update but I hope you enjoy!

Bad Horror Movie

Chapter 17

"Bates?" Elizabeth groaned as she clutched the rim of the toilet and tried to push herself up. She got half way up before her arms began shaking and she collapsed again, feeling sick rise in her throat.

Bates smirked as she dropped to the ground once more and then moved behind her. "Would you like me to escort you to Dr Beckett, Elizabeth?" He drawled her name knowing she wouldn't understand his intentions just yet.

"Uh…" The pale woman shook her head gently trying to focus her vision, which was now going blurry. "Um…yes…yes please."

Bates nodded and placed his hands under her arms and pulled her up almost violently. However, the leader clung to the marine not trusting her legs to hold her up. "Then let's go." He whispered in her ear and exited the room.

Glancing left then right, Bates was satisfied no one would stop him and then approached the transporter. Elizabeth's hands held onto his arms tightly, her breath becoming shallower by the minute but Bates knew she was going to be okay in a while…he had some gloating she had to hear.

"Almost there Elizabeth." He told her softly, although his tone was full of malice. Removing his left hand from her side he slowly reached behind her and quickly pulled the radio from her ear.

"What…what are you doing?" She asked before her legs gave away and she practically hung from the marine. Bates frowned wondering if he had used the correct dosage of the drug because the woman was supposed to be feeling sick and dizzy not collapsing.

Trying desperately to hold her up Bates grunted and swore, as the lift had still not arrived, which was very unusual for the city's transporters. "Damn it!"

Suddenly the doors began to open and Bates grinned. Just as he stepped forward, dragging Elizabeth with him, the marine stopped short upon seeing Col. Sheppard pointing a stunner at him.

"Pass Dr Weir to Lorne who is standing behind you and keep your hands up Bates." He ordered in a low voice, telling the marine who exactly was now in charge. Beside the military commander stood Rodney McKay eyeing up the kidnapper with a deathly glare.

Bates stared back at his CO and then slowly allowed Major Lorne to extract a limp Elizabeth from his arms. The major then scooped her up in his arms and watched as the men beside him grabbed Bates and tugged his arms behind him, securing them with black, plastic binds.

Sheppard then gave his stunner to Rodney and indicated for Lorne pass Elizabeth to him. Once securely in his own arms John glared at Bates.

"What'd you give her?" When Bates smirked and shrugged John shouted, "Answer me Bates!" And Lorne grabbed his throat and shoved him against the wall while the rest of his men raised their stunners aggressively.

When the marine continued to be silent Lorne shot his CO a worried look and John took another quick glance at the woman in his arms. "She better be okay, for your sake." He growled and then without looking at Lorne ordered, "Take him to the brig. And don't worry Sergeant, your buddy Kavanaugh is also there…warming up your cell."

Stepping back into the transporter John sighed shakily as he looked down at the now ghost white face of Elizabeth Weir and heard Rodney gasp as he got a better look at her.

"Oh my god." He breathed and the doors to the Ancient elevator closed finally sending them towards the infirmary. "She's gonna be okay right?"

John licked his lips nervously and tightened his grip on his lover, not giving the man an answer. This wasn't good enough for McKay.

"Right?" He pressed again, raising his voice slightly.

"I don't know Rodney!" He shouted back, causing Elizabeth to whimper at the noise. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth…just hold on." He told her softly almost running once the doors opened.

Walking briskly down the hallway he entered the medical room and bellowed for the CMO. "Beckett!"

"What's up lad?" Carson asked immediately paling when he saw a barely conscious Weir being laid on the nearest bed. "Jesus, what happened?"

"Bates must have given her a drug or something." John explained watching the medical team begin to work on Elizabeth. He reluctantly stepped back when a nurse in pink scrubs pushed passed him with a variety of equipment.

"Carson?" Rodney asked as the CMO barked orders.

"Her muscles seem to be seizing up which can be caused by a number of problems. She's still with us but unable to move anything. I've got some idea but I need to confirm what the drug is before I can prescribe a treatment." Beckett explained as he began ordering a variety of tests. "And I won't find that out for an hour at least unless you can find out from Bates, Colonel."

John never answered at first watching the medical scene as if in a trance. It wasn't until Beckett stopped working on Elizabeth to look at him that he snapped out of it. "Huh? Oh, right. I'll have a security team check his quarters."

Beckett nodded and returned to his job while John slowly backed away from the crowd of specialists and tapped his radio. "Teyla, come in?"

"Yes Colonel? How is Dr McKay?"

"He's fine. I want you, Ronon and security team 2 to search Bates' quarters for any medical drugs….bottles of pills, solutions…he's poisoned Elizabeth and he won't tell us what with. Also send team 3 to Kavanaugh's room…I want it searched too."

"I understand. We are on our way." Teyla replied although John could hear the worry in her voice.

John licked his lips and saw Rodney approach, still looking scared. "Well?"

"Their searching both quarters now. How is she?"

"Carson has her stable but she can't speak and can barely open her eyes." The scientist explained rubbing his hands together in a nervous fashion. "I think she'd like to see you though."

John looked at him in surprise, as his friend did not know about his and Elizabeth's relationship yet. Rodney met his eyes and then rolled them. "I'm not totally blind! Besides, you seem better to deal with this than me so…"

John gave him a small smile and patted his arm. "Yeah."

Walking towards the bed, which was now quieter, John took a deep breath as he saw Elizabeth hooked up to a monitor and drip. Her eyes were like slits but he felt them watching him.

"Hey, don't worry Elizabeth." He told her gripping her limp hand gently. "You're going to be fine and Bates will get what he deserves."

John had a feeling she would have scolded his remark about the marine but only silence answered him and he squeezed her hand tighter. Glancing around he spotted a chair just a meter away and stretched over so he could drag it to the bed. Sitting down he fixed his loving gaze on Elizabeth who was still watching him with glazed, worried eyes and he brushed her hair off her face.

"It's going to be okay." He whispered again, trying to reassure himself as well as Elizabeth.

A/N: Next chapter will be last I think. Please R'n'R.