She Will Be Loved – by the Angel Huntress
A/N: Yes! It was Firefly! I love Firefly (and I should probably write a story for it, too) No, unfortunately, it won't be a crossover (I don't think at least). Anyway, I am such a hypocrite because I said I was going to lay off the Flash Drive, yet here I am relying on it. I am so bad. Anyway. Enjoy!
Genre: Romance/ Sci-Fi/ Drama/ Angst/ Action & Adventure
Rating: T
Chapter 4 Warnings: Violence, crude humor (once I get good at it), and some innuendos. (hehe that's a funny word…inn-u-en-dos.) Plus, I want to warn you guys that this is a really, really long chapter. 26+ pages on Word.
Ship: ShepWeir, FordOC, McKayOC, OCxOC and TeylaRonon hint
Season: Read the first chapter, I don't feel like posting it all
Summary: Trinity and the rest of the team have to save John and Rodney from the Reavers. Meanwhile, they have to deal with some inner demons.
Disclaimer: I only own Trinity, Isabelle, Andrew, Mark, Kara, and Zoe.
Hey, got another one for you: this time it's not a T.V. show, rather…a musical. (hint: it's something Elizabeth says, and then think about the President's name)
Chapter 4: You Love Me But You Don't Know Who I Am
April 17, 2030 – 15:30 – Mess Hall
Trinity was sitting down in the Mess Hall, eating by herself (her the old Sparky-1 team had to go off-world for a treaty renewal, Kara had some patients to tend to, and she was not talking to Andrew anymore). She had just sat down when Mark sat across from her.
"Hey," Trinity said, without really looking up. She looked bad and she knew it. Mark and Trinity had been best friends since their childhood (her, Kara, Andrew and Mark) and Mark and Trinity still talked to each other a lot.
"Hey," Mark replied. "Are you okay?"
Trinity swallowed some food-or was that a lump in her throat? "Why wouldn't I be?"
Mark gave her a look. "I heard about what happened with Andrew and I think he was being a jerk. He still is as far as I'm concerned."
"I'm guessing this is another episode of 'Pillow Talk With Kara'?" Trinity raised an eyebrow, making Mark blush and look around and behind him.
Mark became serious and lowered his voice. "Look, it really doesn't matter where I heard it from. Andrew dumped you before you guys even got together, and right now I'd bet you five bucks it's tearing him apart."
"Well, it's tearing me apart, and it's his fault for being a jackass ." Trinity said, taking a bite out of her roast beef.
"Dr. McKay, we need you down here a.s.a.p." said a voice into the radio, probably some scientific thing. "Mark McKay, get down here."
Mark stood up. "Talk to me whenever you can. You know I'm there."
April 17, 2030 – 20:45 – Mark's Quarters
Mark came in, tired. His scientists, most new, were trying to develop a new Ancient-Earth hybrid of sort of a portable chair, a small device that would control the drones from anywhere. Of course, there was one miscalculation, and they inadvertently sent a drone targeted right at the science lab. It took Mark only a few minutes to correct that, of course, because he was under pressure, but it took a few hours for him to yell at the scientists.
He was prepared to go to bed, but there was a note on the bed. Mark, come to my quarters tonight. –TJS. He smiled, note in hand, and turned back around, heading toward Trinity's quarters.
Outside in the hall, he heard footsteps behind him. "Mark!" called his brother's voice. He stopped, waiting for Andrew to catch up.
"Yes, Andrew?" he said coldly, glaring at his brother.
"Where are you going?" Andrew asked, not noticing Mark's menacing glare.
"I have to stop at Trinity's place for a second." Not like it's any of your business, Mark thought bitterly.
"Why?" Andrew asked.
"I need to tell Trinity something," Mark replied. I need to tell her to feel better because you screwed up, he thought.
"Okay. Me and some of the guys were just about to go out and take the PJs out for a cruise. Wanna come?" Andrew asked.
"No, I have some things to do," and then he turned back around and left, and Andrew went toward the hangar bay.
Mark turned the corner, and knocked on Trinity's door. She opened it, wearing a long long-sleeved shirt that went past her hands, and black pants. She looked a little out of it.
"Mark? That you?" she asked, the words slurred a little.
He came in. "I got your note," he said. Then he looked at her closely, and then saw the dozen or so opened bottles of MGDs. "Did you drink all of those?"
"Of course not. Kara was here. Sit down. You want something to drink?" she asked.
"Trinity. Are you okay?" Mark asked. Trinity got up to say something, and stumbled. Mark caught her on her fall. She walked backwards, tumbling over the bed and stayed, laying down. Mark sat down on the side. "Are you okay?" he asked more softly.
Trinity looked up at him, and started kissing him hungrily, and bringing him down next to her. Mark gave in for a second, and then pushed her back, remembering who he was and who she was.
"Stop, you're drunk," Mark said.
"I am not," Trinity said, resting her head on his shoulder sleepily. "Mark?" said groggily after a minute or two. He could tell she was starting to fall asleep.
"Hm?" he asked.
"I love you," she said, and fell asleep. Mark tried getting up, but saw that she was laying on his arm entirely. She looked so peaceful. Mark brushed back a strand of hair on her face. He kissed her on the forehead.
"I love you, too," he said. "But Andy doesn't know a good thing when he's got it. And Kara'd kill me."
He rested his head on the pillow, falling asleep as well.
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April 18, 2030 – 06:30
Trinity rolled over, head starting to throb. She groaned in pain and then noticed the figure lying next to her, Last night was a blur. What did she do?
She saw that she was laying on that person's arm, and saw that there were lines on the arm. She probably cut off that person's circulation sometime.
Mark rolled over, awake. "Hey," he said. Trinity's eyes got wide.
"Mark?" she whispered. "Did we…?"
"No, no, no, no. I found you like this last night. Kara came over and you guys had some drinks, I guess. You were sort of drunk so you fell asleep-on my arm-so I stayed here. You have a hangover?" he asked, his voice at a whisper.
Trinity nodded. They used to do this a lot, especially when they turned seventeen; the four would party all night and then Mark would give them that hangover remedy he invented.
Of course, he didn't have that, so he just got out a bottle of vitamin water and gave that to Trinity, which did help.
After about a half hour, Trinity was somewhat okay, she got up, reassuring Mark over and over that she was fine.
She showed Mark out, telling him to meet her in the Mess Hall for something to eat. Just outside the door, Trinity gave Mark a hug.
"I appreciated that, really." she said.
Unknowingly down the hall, Andrew, coming to find Mark, saw the embrace. A shadow fell across his face. He had been looking for Mark since he got back, at about 03:00, and noticed he wasn't in his quarters. Andrew didn't need to be a brilliant scientist like Mark to put two and two together. He turned around before Mark saw him, a scowl across his face the entire time.
Now – 10:30
After Trinity clicked off her radio, she looked out the vent to make sure no one was around and then silently opened the cover, getting out.
As she snapped the cover back on, she noticed Zoe exiting the room, a troubled look on her face. Trinity turned back around, walking, pretending not to notice her.
"Wait a minute," Zoe called after her, and Trinity stopped. Just grin and bare it, Trin, Mark's voice echoed into her mind. It was a saying of his that was appropriate at this circumstance.
Trinity forced a smile and turned around. "President Wash. Forgive me for my…uh, entrance. It was just, well, I guess I was not thinking clearly. My name is Lieutenant Trinity Sheppard. I was just about to head to the village to catch up with my friends."
Zoe grabbed Trinity's arm, making her stop. "Lieutenant Sheppard. I'm afraid your friends are in danger. Let's talk someplace more private. Come on, follow me. We don't have much time."
She led Trinity down the main hall, turning the corner sharply and heading into a smaller hall, into a room. The room was small, dark, and from the way there were crates lining the walls, Trinity figured it wasn't very important. Probably storage. She touched the 9mm hidden at her side.
Zoe was holding two backpacks, and opening a crate. They were guns, and more importantly, P-90s. Zoe took one of the P-90s and slid it across the metal table to Trinity, along with a Wraith stunner, and what Trinity recognized as a ZAT gun.
"Help me put these into the backpacks," Zoe said, loading one of the backpacks with P-90s and ZAT guns.
"Where'd you get these?" Trinity asked as she loaded the other backpack with guns, along with her P-90.
"The Wraith and the Goa'uld that's here. I know you know what the Goa'uld are. You're from the same Galaxy they're from, the one the Ancients went to. We knew who you were the moment you arrived. Anyway, I'll explain it to you later. We've got to hurry." Zoe said, zipping up the bag, as did Trinity.
"Is there something wrong with the village?" Trinity asked, playing dumb.
"No, but there's something wrong with the underground city that I know at least one of your people went to to find the ZPM." Zoe said, giving her an "I'm not stupid" look.
"Come on," Zoe said, slinging the backpack over her shoulder. She walked out the door, and Trinity followed.
They turned a corner, down a narrow hall, to a small door where two guards were. Zoe nodded to them, and they opened the door, allowing Trinity and Zoe to walk through. Ronon, Teyla and Aiden were waiting for them a few meters away. Trinity set the backpack down, handing them their P-90s and a ZAT and Wraith stunner. She explained to them very briefly how to handle a ZAT, and saw them eye Zoe as Zoe got out a Wraith stunner.
"She's okay," Trinity said, getting her P-90, and zipped the backpack back up. She stood up, and they began walking, with Zoe sort of leading. "Has anybody had any radio contact with Sheppard and McKay?"
"No, we have not," Teyla said. "We have tried every ten minutes or so, but there has been no response."
"Something must be blocking the signal," Aiden said.
Zoe nodded. "The Reavers have shut down the entire city."
"Reavers?" Ronon asked.
"They're…creatures. Monsters. Strong things. They may look human, but they're not. They'll kill you, rape you, and eat your flesh. And, if you're lucky, it'll be in that order." Zoe said, leading them down a hill.
The entire area was fenced off, with barbed wire on top and a Keep Out sign. They went through the gate through a small hole in the fence, more than likely made by Sheppard and McKay.
It was just a big door that they went through., one that opened at the ground, but was partially open—again, probably made by Sheppard and McKay.
As soon as they entered, they heard fire from far away.
"Try your radio now," Zoe suggested.
Trinity didn't have to be told twice. "McKay, Colonel Sheppard. It's Trinity. Please respond."
A few seconds went by, though the gunfire kept going.
"It's about damn time you guys showed up!" John's voice said through the radio. "We're running out of ammo."
"What's your current position?" Trinity asked, trying to see through the darkness of the city.
"This place is another replica of Atlantis," John replied. "We're in the control right now, and you guys are in the hangar bay if you came through the way we came."
"Right. We're coming. Trinity out." She signaled for the others to keep moving. In the hall that led to the control room, something that was like a deformed thing moved, trying to attack them. Zoe shot it with the Wraith blaster, killing it.
"Reaver. There'll be more—lots more—where they are." Zoe said.
And she was right. When they entered the control room, they saw Sheppard and McKay cornered at where the Stargate would've been, surrounded by hundreds of Reavers. And they had just run out of ammo. The team and Zoe shot at the Reavers, killing a lot of them, but there were still hundreds left. Trinity quickly unzipped the backpack and handed Sheppard and McKay a P-90.
"You guys, fall back!" Trinity shouted, seeing it was no use. For every Reaver they killed, it was like ten more would pop up.
She ran to the first place she could think of that had security, had some food (if any) and would be the place they would most likely survive in the longest. The infirmary.
They followed her, taking out a few more Reavers before they entered the infirmary. They closed the doors, locking them.
"Everyone okay?" asked John.
"Yeah, fine," Trinity said. "You?"
"I think we're—" John started, but was cut off by a groan. It was someone calling for help. Trinity went over to him. He was sitting on the floor, his leg out, which had a very bad cut on it.
"Just hang on, sir. Someone help me find some bandages. We've got wounded!" Trinity called. Zoe went to the cabinets, rummaging through until she found a pack of bandages. She went over to Trinity, handing her the pack, and her jaw dropped.
"Oh, my god. P-President Cohen?" she knelt down by him. "It's me. It's Dr. Wash."
"Zoe," said the president weakly. "It has been…a long time."
Zoe smiled. "It has, sir."
"You'll be fine," Trinity said, finishing wrapping the bandage. "It'll take a little while, but it'll heal soon." She got up.
"Who are they?" asked the president, looking at the rest of the team.
"These are explorers from another world. Another galaxy, actually. The same one that Ba'al is from." Zoe said.
The president tried to get up quickly, but grimaced in pain and sat back down again. "Ba'al!" he shouted.
"Did you say Ba'al?" John asked. "He's here?"
"I'm afraid so," the president said.
"As well as a Wraith," Zoe said.
"Why are you doing business with them?" Trinity asked.
"We aren't," said the president. "They forced this on us, saying if we didn't cooperate, they would annex Aries as their own. If we let them do their experiments, we would be left in peace, and even receive a few things from them like weaponry and technology."
"What were these experiments?" Teyla asked.
The president coughed before responding. "We didn't ask. We were too afraid. But I do know that they were experimenting on people. I think they were the cause of the Reavers, actually. And I do know they want this—" he held up a ZPM. "Damned if they get it though. I'll throw it to the Reavers if I have to."
"How far to the surface?" Trinity asked suddenly. She was trying to come up with a few plans on getting out.
"It's too far. We'd never make it on foot," replied the president.
"I don't get it," said Aiden. "Why haven't the Reavers ever attack the village?"
"We believe they are extremely allergic to sunlight. They have tried making it to the village and have burned because of it, sometimes even spontaneously combusting," Zoe said.
"Vampires," said Rodney suddenly.
"What?" asked Zoe.
"It's, um…just a…old mythology, never mind," he said.
"Wait a second," Trinity said, deep in thought. She had a plan hatching. "You said they didn't like the sunlight?" She already knew the answer.
"Yes," Zoe said, starting to catch on. "But how are we going to bring them to sunlight? We'd never make it out alive in the first place."
"No," Trinity said, looking at Rodney for comprehension of her plan. "We're going to bring the sunlight to them."
Rodney knew exactly what she meant. "Raise the city," they said in unison.
"You're good," Rodney said.
"Was taught by the best," Trinity replied, meaning him.
"Okay, I think the last thing Rodney needs is an ego boost," John said.
"But won't that damage the city?" asked John. "I mean, it's not like we're exactly under water."
"Raise the shields, duh." Trinity said. "Can you do it?" she asked Rodney.
"Can I? I thought you just said I was the best," he said.
"Well, can you do it with hundreds of violent bloodthirsty cannibals are surrounding you?" she tried again.
"Of course I can," he said, but with a little less confidence.
"Well, then get to it!" Trinity said, sort of yelling at him but not really.
"We have to get the main power up, first," Rodney replied, in the same tone.
"The ZPM," she started, but John cut her off.
"It'll take too long. We'll have to use what we have and see if the ZPM is still running. We'll cover you." They left, all except for Zoe, who started to leave, but stopped.
"Go," said the president. "I've been here for a month now, I think I can handle another twenty minutes."
Zoe nodded, and went out with the rest of the team.
Outside, the Reavers came and the team shot at them, making their way to the computers, which thank god was still intact. Trinity and Rodney sat down at two terminals.
"I'll raise the shields, you get going on raising the city," Trinity told him, beginning to power up the terminal.
"Yes! We have power!" she said triumphantly. She began trying to override the codes in order to raise the shields. No luck, try again. No luck, try again. As two Reavers tried making their way up, Trinity shot at them, killing them.
"McKay, did you get it running yet?" she asked, shooting as more Reavers kept coming.
"Hold on…there! Are the shields up?" he asked.
"I'm working on it!" she turned back around as John covered the computer area. On one more attempt, she finally got it.
"Got it!" there was a whooshing noise as the shield went up and the city started to rise. Sunlight started pouring in the holed walls and the team went to the computer area, hiding behind the desks. The Reavers let out a high-pitched screech as the sunlight began to burn them, and John threw a frag grenade in the middle of the crowd of Reavers, all of the team getting down before the grenade exploded.
The team got the president out, helping him walk, and headed out to the surface. There, however, they were stopped by…none other than Ba'al, the Wraith just behind him. Next to Ba'al were the guards from the base, the ones that let Zoe and Trinity out.
"President Cohen. I am glad you are well," Ba'al started in a "nice" voice. "And with a ZPM. I will make sure to make you people honor you. Or I should say, my people now. And Zoe. You will make a lovely host for a friend of mine."
"Screw you, Ba'al. You're not getting the ZPM," said the president.
"And, well, if it isn't the Pegasus Galaxy's SG-1. Well, if the best of the Tau'ri can't beat me, surely the second best will." He curled a smile mockingly as he stepped toward them, toward the president.
Trinity started firing her P-90 at Ba'al, as well as the rest of her team, and Ba'al just raised some sort of shield that deflected bullets. The Wraith and the guards fired on the team, and they sort of fought with them, killing the guards and slowing down the Wraith considerably. Ba'al reached the president and Zoe, knocking Zoe unconscious to the ground before turning the ribbon device on the president, as they continued shooting at Ba'al.
Trinity did something really stupid: she signaled for the team to stop firing while she, the football fan, tackled Ba'al. This severed the connection of the ribbon device, and the president fell to the ground. Ba'al's shield went down, and Trinity shot him several times. At this time, she saw the team finally kill the Wraith. It was over.
However, unknown to them, the symbiote that was Ba'al exited the hosts body and entered through the president's mouth, his eyes glowing.
Trinity rushed towards the president, kneeling down by him. "Are you okay, President Cohen?"
The president looked over at the host's dead body, and smiled. "I'm fine," he replied. "Is Zoe okay?"
Rodney was over near Zoe, helping her up. Trinity smiled.
"Yeah. Everything's gonna be okay." She helped the president up and they walked back toward the base.
At the Atlantis base, Elizabeth was holding Isabelle in her arms, Isabelle was sleeping. The team came through the gate, looking worn out.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Trinity was the first to respond, with a smile on her face.
"Let's just say, you'll have a very…interesting mission report from me." She smiled at Elizabeth.
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Two Days Later – 09:30 – Control Room
The team, including Elizabeth, were getting ready to go to Aries again for a negotiation meeting. President Cohen had invited them to trade something that might be of use for Aries, like the Ancient Gene treatment, in exchange for not only the ZPM, but also that Zoe was going to work with the scientists at Atlantis to try and figure out a way to recharge the ZPMs.
As they went through the gate, to the Arian base, Zoe and the President were there. The president had made a full recovery, taking back office, Zoe now vice president.
"Welcome, welcome!" said the President. "And you must be Dr. Weir?"
"Yes. You must be President Cohen," Elizabeth said. He nodded.
"Come," he said, calling them. "We have much to discuss."
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09:45 – Control Room
"You want us to give you two ships?" Elizabeth said.
"Along with medical supplies and the Ancient Gene treatment. Yes," replied the president.
"For a ZPM?"
"Elizabeth, we are going to give you more than that. If you would, I would like you to follow me. Your team can stay here." The president got up, waiting for Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked at Trinity, who touched her radio. Elizabeth nodded, and Trinity gave sort of a mock salute. Elizabeth smiled.
As the two leaders of Atlantis and Aries walked down the hall, the president led Elizabeth to a small room, stopping.
"What you are about to see is very confidential. We are willing to give you a fair amount if you agree to our terms, okay?" he opened the door, stepping inside, as did Elizabeth.
Inside, there were probably hundreds of ZPMs on the wall, all working.
"How many are you going to give us?" she asked.
He didn't say anything, but handed her a silver briefcase, which she opened. To her surprise, it wasn't a ZPM.
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Elizabeth and the president walked back in, sitting down.
"I've given it careful thought," Elizabeth started. "And I am going ahead and saying okay to the terms. President Cohen has added one more thing on the list to trade with us—"
"Yes," said the president. "Another ZPM. And, if you and Dr. Wash complete the process, I will gladly give you the ancient chair, and any more technology that would be of use to you."
"So it's settled," said Trinity, with a lot of peppiness.
The team got up, and left, taking Zoe with them.
April 18, 1030 – Mess Hall
Trinity was just sitting down when she spotted Mark in line for breakfast because Trinity had wanted to sleep in. She waved to him, but he didn't see her. But someone else must've. As Mark was done ordering, coming back, he waved to Trinity, spotting her and coming over to sit by her.
Andrew, out of nowhere, came up to Mark and pushed him, knocking his tray to the side.
"Hey, come on, what's your problem?" Mark shouted angrily. A few heads turned towards them. Trinity got up and started walking over to them.
"You know what, Mark. I was looking for you, wanted to go tell you about a party. And that was at, 0300 hours." Trinity had arrived, but Andrew ignored her and continued angrily talking (not yelling, thank god, Trinity thought). "I was looking for you, all over the base, for two hours after I left the party. And where did I find you? You were leaving Trinity's quarters. Care to elaborate why you spent the night in her quarters? Have a little party of your own?"
"Sergeant, you are out of line!" Trinity said through her teeth, her hand gripping Andrew's arm as she got between Mark and Andrew. "Nothing happened between us!"
But Mark had a dangerous gleam in his eye. "And what if something did happen, Andy? You jealous? It's not like Trinity's your girlfriend or anything, right? You made sure to that."
Walk away, Trinity thought to Andrew, wishing she had telepathy. Walk away right now before something happens.
But Andrew didn't listen. He threw a hard punch, right in Mark's face, sending him backward. Trinity was worried for him, but she walked up to Andrew, right in his face.
"What happened to you Andrew? You're not yourself. Get a hold of yourself, Sergeant, before I court martial you for assaulting personnel, let alone your own brother!" Trinity said, and then knelt down by Mark's side. He was okay, though he was probably going to get a swollen lip and his nose would be a little messed up for a while. He wasn't military type, like Andrew was, but he could still handle a punch okay.
Out of the corner of her eye, Trinity saw Andrew watching as people started gathering around Mark, helping him. And then she saw Andrew leave the mess hall.
"Are you okay?" Trinity asked as Mark got up, going to the infirmary.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he coughed, since Andrew had literally knocked the wind out of him.
"Come on. Let's go visit Kara. She'll make you feel better. At least she won't yell." Trinity said.
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"You did what!" Kara yelled loudly, and Trinity she saw the glasses shake at Kara's volume.
"Kara, relax we didn't do anything," Mark said, as she tended to his bloody lip. She was putting rubbing alcohol on it (the non-toxic kind) and had pressed a little too hard. Mark jumped in pain. Kara smiled evilly.
"I was drunk for the record," Trinity said, mimicking drinking with her hand. "And you caused that, Miss I-Can-Down-a-Whole-Bottle-of-Tequila-Without-Becoming-Intoxicated." Kara smiled.
"So Andrew beat you up?" Kara asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I did actually get a few punches in, and so did he. I mean, twins and all, we're like equals, so if he can hurt me, I can hurt him. Ow! Ow." Mark said, as Kara dabbed his bruises a little to hard. On purpose? Trinity thought with a smile, she didn't know.
"Poor baby." Kara said, kissing him quickly.
Trinity's radio cackled. "Trinity? We need you down here a.s.a.p." came Elizabeth's voice.
"Dammit," Trinity said. "I forgot, I have a mission to go on in about ten minutes. Silverman's team. Yay."
"Then you better get going," said Kara.
"See ya, Trin." Mark said, smiling. Silverman and his team were new, not to mention very clumsy, and Trinity had to train them. This was going to be fun. Trinity smiled bitterly.
"Have fun," said Mark, and Trinity flicked him off, playfully as she walked to the door. She turned around, smiling at them, and saw they were laughing. She exited the infirmary, as she heard Kara get serious and whisper to Mark.
"Mark, I have to tell you something about why Andrew's been acting like this," she started, but Trinity couldn't stay. Andrew would have to tell her on his own. And she didn't want Elizabeth on her case. One thing she had learned growing up, Elizabeth was not one to look the other way. She was a fun mom, but also very strict in a sense, when it was a serious matter.
Now – 11:30 - Elizabeth Weir's Mind
Inside her mind, Elizabeth was armed with a P-90s in each hand, a few 9mms, and grenades of all kinds. She was in this weird-looking room, one that was dim, with books in stacks everywhere, almost like a maze. There were two huge circular screens at the front, showing things like a T.V., and the entire room was full of stacks of books, like a maze, the stacks so tall they went over her head.
She felt that she wasn't alone in this place. She just felt…another presence. More, but she didn't know how many.
"Elizabeth!" called…was that John's voice? He sounded…evil. Like when he was Thalon. "Elizabeth, I know you're here. Come on, I just wanna talk to you. It's me. It's John."
He was closer, she could feel. Elizabeth knew why this…evil was taking on John's form. He was probably the closest friend on Atlantis to her. But more? Elizabeth had been struggling with what she felt for him in the last days, since Trinity and Isabelle came. Of course, probably her subconscious knew what her conscious mind was denying: she had fallen hard for John over the past few days.
"Oh, that's so touching Elizabeth. But you know I am so oblivious to you. I wouldn't even notice you as a friend. Only as my boss. Only as a person to talk to when I'm bored. Which, by the way, can be very often. But I'm just your…subconscious telling you this. I wonder what the real John Sheppard would say to that."
"No!" Elizabeth didn't say that out loud, but she was sure that the John-imposter heard it anyway.
John suddenly appeared behind her. "There you are," he said, P-90 in his hand, cocking his head to the side in a scary kind of look and his eyes glowed. Elizabeth fired her P-90s, walking backward, until she reached a corner, and then went running. She didn't know if the John-imposter was following,
"Ow!" called John, although it was in his regular voice. She looked over the corner. He stopped, to look at the few bullet wounds in his side. He touched one, the bullet wound bleeding. "You shot me."
Elizabeth ran, not knowing where she was going. She did, running into Trinity. Trinity didn't look evil, though, and wasn't even armed, Elizabeth noticed. Trinity caught her, putting her hands on Elizabeth's shoulders.
"Mom," said Trinity calmly. "What's wrong?" Elizabeth looked back to the corner, and John turned the corner, pointing the P-90 at the two. "Dad?" asked Trinity.
"He's not your dad," Elizabeth said, grabbing Trinity by the arm and running as John tried shooting them. One caught Trinity's leg, and she fell, getting up quickly and running. They ran until they were tired, and until they were sure the John-imposter still wasn't following them.
They were out of breath. Elizabeth looked at Trinity, suspicious. "Who are you? You're not Trinity."
Trinity shook her head, looking out. "I'm represent your subconscious, but basically, I'm your cerebellum. You right now, are just your conscious self, the cerebrum. You are inhabited by an evil entity, and both your consciousness and subconscious don't want it here. I'm here to make sure that you win this battle."
"How can I be sure of that?" asked Elizabeth. Trinity shrugged.
"You can't. But look at me. I'm the weakest one of you three. You right now are the strongest one." As Trinity said that, two of Elizabeth's 9mms disappeared. Wide-eyed, she looked at Trinity. "But, that may change soon. The parasite is winning. I don't know how much time we have, but we have to act quickly. Now, I need you to try and contact the outside world…"
17:00 – Balcony
Elizabeth was at the balcony, looking at the sunset. It was her favorite time, because sunsets were so beautiful, especially at Atlantis because of all the ocean. But her mind was in another place.
As she heard footsteps behind her approaching, she turned and saw John.
"Hey," he said, standing next to her at the rail.
"John, why do you like coming here so much?" she asked.
"Because you're the only one with a balcony. And I must say, I'm jealous." He said, with a smile.
Elizabeth smiled back, giving him a look as if he were strange. "I have yet to understand the psychology behind John Sheppard."
She smiled at him, and he put his arms down on the rail, his hand brushing hers. Something snapped inside her, and she stumbled backward, loosing her balance completely.
"John, help me!" she called out, and he caught her. It was as if she was a defective robot that kept having on and off times, because she then acted normal.
"Are you okay?" John asked, thinking that she cried out because she lost her balance, not the other way around.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said, and something gleamed in her eye as she looked back out over the rail.
"John, can I talk to you about something?" she asked, serious, her voice taking on a sort of angry tone.
"Yeah, sure. About what?" he noticed the change in her voice. She walked back into her quarters, John following behind.
"About what?" John repeated. Elizabeth turned toward him, anger in her face.
"John, I wanted to talk to you about the way you've been treating me," she said, leaving him speechless. Did he say or do something wrong?
"Did I do something?" John asked.
Elizabeth didn't speak for a second, but looked around, averting his gaze. "John, who arm I?" she asked in a quiet tone, but as if trying to make a point.
"Dr. Elizabeth Weir," he stated.
"To you," she continued, stepping closer to him.
"You're my boss," he said.
"No, John!" she said so fiercely, he was startled. "I am a woman." She "And as a woman, I have some…" her fingers crawled up his jacket, until they came around his neck. "…needs. Needs that I know only you can fulfill, John, I've had my eye on you for a while, ever since this expedition started, and I know that you've had your eye on me. Now, what do you say we give in to temptation for just one night?"
She put her hands on his chest and kissed him passionately. He gave in, kissing back like mad. They were walking everywhere, not seeing where they were going and basically looking for any flat surface they could find. Elizabeth hopped on the table, knocking everything off, and John broke off the kiss, picking her up in his arms, and carrying her toward the door.
"Where're we going?" she asked.
""Too many interruptions here. Just keep your eyes closed and act like you're half dead," he said, and she did, drooping her head down and closing her eyes, relaxing every muscle.
John exited the room, heading down the hallway, keeping a face of urgency as if Dr. Weir was infected by something. He turned the corner and headed into the Infirmary, placing Elizabeth on one of the beds. She felt her hands being put behind her back, chained by handcuffs.
"You can open your eyes now," John said, and she did, coming face to face with the barrel of a 9mm gun. She went wide-eyed.
"John, what are you doing?" Elizabeth asked.
"Who are you?" John asked her. At this time, Trinity entered the infirmary, her head buried in a book.
"Hey, Doc, I was wondering if you've seen—" she stopped as she saw this scene, Elizabeth being held at gunpoint by John.
"What are you doing?" Trinity asked.
"Trinity, it's not what you think," John said. "Dr. Weir's been taken host by a Goa'uld."
"Trinity, Colonel Sheppard's been acting strange lately in the past few days. I'm starting to think that something had happened in the underground city at Aries. Colonel Sheppard, I'm asking you very nicely to put the gun down."
"You're a Goa'uld, I know it. Elizabeth has been fighting you, hasn't she? That's why you've locked yourself in her room since we've gotten back because in the beginning she's been fighting back, taking control for periods of time. And by the time I found you you'd gotten stronger, but not strong enough. She called for help earlier, and then fell, not the other way around."
Trinity pulled out an Ancient device, the same one she used on the Ancient chair back on Aries. She scanned John, and found nothing, and then scanned Elizabeth, the light flashing at her neck.
Elizabeth's eyes glowed, and she got up, dodging the bullets, and kicked the pistol out of John's hand, going toward Trinity. Trinity didn't know what to do: beat up her mother or let her mother kill her? It was a choice no child should have to make.
The Goa'uld was coming closer to Trinity. Inside Elizabeth's mind, she was fighting the Goa'uld, alongside Trinity (the fake one) , and the Goa'uld was winning. Elizabeth looked at the T.V. screen, which she had learned were her eyes. She saw the real Trinity, frightened about what she should do. She wanted to tell Trinity to just kill her and get it over with, but she couldn't make contact with outside, not for a while. She lost one of her P-90s already, which somehow reappeared in the John-imposter's hand.
As the Goa'uld in Elizabeth's body was about to fatally kick Trinity's neck, two bullets went into the wall only an inch away from Elizabeth. Elizabeth stopped, looking back at who was threatening her. Zoe and Carson, along with everyone else on the team, were standing at the doorway, Zoe pointing the gun at Elizabeth, as were Teyla, John, who obviously got his gun back, Ronon and Aiden.
Trinity saw Elizabeth roll her eyes before turning around. "You think I really believe you're going to kill me? You care about her too much. Especially you," she nodded to John. She spoke in her Goa'uld voice. But it wasn't just Goa'uld. It sounded…weird. And everyone seemed to notice it, exchanging glances. Or was it what she said?
Zoe cocked her gun. Zoe looked good with a gun, like the blonde equivalent of Angelina Jolie from Mr. and Mrs. Smith. "I don't really. I just met you. Besides, I hate the Goa'uld if you haven't noticed."
Zoe pointed the gun toward the bed, and Elizabeth walked over to it and sat on it. "So what now?" Trinity asked Zoe.
Elizabeth smiled evilly. Trinity swore under her breath. "What did you do?" Trinity asked. "And what are you? You're not even a Goa'uld."
"You're right. I'm half," said Elizabeth, smirking. The shock of the two words hit everyone like a ton of bricks.
"You're part Wraith," said Ronon, saying what everyone was thinking. Elizabeth just kept on smirking. Trinity's jaw hung open.
In her mind, Elizabeth heard what was going on. She pointed her gun on Trinity. "Which one are you?" Elizabeth asked.
"I am your subconscious," Trinity said, in a sarcastic voice, putting her hands up. "Believe me when I say, Dr. Weir, you are so naïve."
And right before her eyes, Trinity's hair grew a few inches longer, turning to white. Trinity's face, meanwhile, got very ugly, getting very pale and wrinkled as she turned into a Wraith. Elizabeth punched the Wraith, with a lot of force, and then flat palmed the Wraith's nose. She did a roundhouse kick and sent the Wraith backward, into the stack of books, and ran in the other direction.
Outside, Trinity swore under her breath the same time the radio came to life. "Dr. Weir, we need you at the Control Room," said a technician on the radio. The group exchanged glances.
"You go," John said to Trinity, who left the room.
"John, I meant everything I said back there—" started the Goa'uld, but John raised his gun in her face, shutting her up.
"Who are you? Do you have a name?" John asked.
"I am Elizabeth Weir," she said, using her regular voice in a mocking way. She smiled, in a Ba'al smile.
"What is your name?" John repeated, definitely not liking the last answer. He pointed the gun at her.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, and became serious, looking at Zoe. She talked in the Goa'uld voice. "I am not your enemy, nor your friend. I am an ally to you for now. We have the same enemy."
"Ba'al," Zoe stated.
Elizabeth nodded. That was when Trinity came in, muttering all kinds of swear words in her breath, some not even in English.
"Hey," John scolded, in that father voice. Trinity shot him a rebellious-daughter look before going on.
"Sorry. But we just found out," she took a pause for emphasis. "A Goa'uld ship is approaching. Fast."
"Ba'al's fleet," Zoe said. "You better start speaking right now."
"Ba'al's fleet, yes," said Elizabeth in her Goa'uld voice. "I told him to come here. He thought that Atlantis was moved, so he spent all his effort trying to find what world it was on. So I gave him the address. He was so mad when he found out it was the only planet he hadn't bothered to look. You guys took out most of the men he brought on Aries, and your other allies took out most of the rest. He's down to one ship now, so I figured this would be the best way to get rid of him without me actually having to physically do any work. And it's a benefit to you. He was a threat to both galaxies. He struck a deal with a Wraith, and knows the address to Earth."
"And he's also dead, if you haven't noticed," Zoe said.
"His previous host is. Let's just say, Dr. Wash, that if we kill Ba'al, you'll become president of Aries." Zoe faltered for a minute, before keeping herself together, still pointing the gun.
"What exactly were Ba'al and the Wraith experiments?" Teyla asked.
"Isn't it obvious? They were trying to breed us, make more of us. Think: retrovirus, only having a reverse affect. They were successful in making only four of us. They thought they could clone us. But they found out they couldn't. Our reproduction is more…the fun kind." She raised an eyebrow, looking at John.
"Colonel Sheppard?" said Colonel Caldwell.
"Go ahead."
"The Daedalus has a lock on the Goa'uld ship. It doesn't seem like their firing on us, but we're awaiting your signal to fire."
John clicked the radio off for a second. He looked at Zoe. A shadow had fallen across her face, and she froze. She looked at John, and then nodded, though reluctantly.
"Carson, we've gotten a Goa'uld out of a person successfully before, right?" John asked.
"Yes, but that was a whole lot different. Colonel Caldwell didn't exactly have a ship, and it would take a lot more to take the Wraith side out. We don't even know what other genetic mutations they might've done," replied Carson.
"But we can remove the Goa'uld?" John asked, his voice raised slightly.
"Yes."
He clicked on his radio. "Hold your fire. But if they power up weapons, you fire at them." He looked at Elizabeth, puling her up and going to the control room, everyone else following. He pushed her toward the big widescreen. "You know how to patch us through to the ship. Do it," he pointed to the controls.
Elizabeth just looked at him. "You gonna remove the handcuffs or do I have to everything with my tongue?"
"That was wrong on so many levels," John said, and nodded to Trinity.
Trinity removed the shackles, and Elizabeth typed in a code in the computer. President Cohen, now Ba'al, showed up on the screen. Zoe made the gun pointed at Elizabeth's head visible on the screen.
"Ba'al, I take it now?" John said. President Cohen smiled.
"Indeed, Colonel Sheppard. I believe you have something of mine. I would be willing to negotiate with you for—" he was interrupted.
"We have a lock on your ship. They will to fire on my command." John said, his face masked.
"What do you want?" asked the president, his face also becoming masked.
"In a matter of hours, we are surgically going to remove the symbiote from Dr. Weir. We can then either give you the symbiote and let you go, or you can do it the hard way," said John.
"How do I know you won't capture me when I land?" asked Ba'al.
"That's the good part. You don't," said John, and shut off the comm. He turned to them. "I want you to get a few teams ready at the docks. As soon as the ship lands, I want you to bring the President here, take him to the infirmary knocked out. I want you, Carson to get a team ready and—" he nodded at Zoe who knocked Elizabeth out with the butt of the gun. He caught Elizabeth as she fell. "Remove the Goa'uld. And prep a med team for another extraction. As for the rest of you, Ford, Ronon, Teyla, stay with Dr. Weir in case the Goa'uld wakes up, and Rodney, Zoe, Trinity, do whatever."
Everyone nodded, and went their separate ways. Trinity followed John down the hall, never one to listen, and caught up, falling in step with him.
"You okay?" she asked. "For the twenty some years I knew you, I've never seen you so on edge."
"I don't like the Wraith, and I don't like the Goa'uld, and I hate both of them together, and possessing my boss," John said. Trinity smiled.
"What?" asked John, a little irritated.
"I forgot you aren't married," Trinity said. A sort of pause fell over them, and Trinity cleared their throat. Oh, she thought I forgot they aren't married. "Look, Dad, John whatever. If you ever want to talk or anything…"
Another silence passed. Trinity pointed her fingers to the side. "Ya know, I…um…wanted to, um…bye!"
She turned down the hall toward her quarters. John continued walking, and smiled about Trinity. He was going to like being her father some day. He hurried to the docks, and waited for the ship to land.
Ba'al, along with five guards, came out of the ship. Ba'al looked defeated, though he still had that damn smug grin on his face. He came to John.
"Where is my creation?" he asked. John punched him in the face, and the guards aimed their guns at him. Ba'al held up a hand, and the guards lowered their guns. "Please," said Ba'al. "I want this to be as peaceful as possible."
"To hell with that," John said, and punched him again, this time to knock him out. He signaled for his team to take out Ba'al's guards, which they did.
"Let's get him to the Infirmary," John said, and they did.
21:00 – Surgery Room
They were operating Elizabeth to take the Goa'uld out of her. It was extremely hard, because if they didn't get it right, they suspected theWraith part would trigger some failsafe that would spread into her blood stream. Trinity watched themthrough the little window, and then saw John standing in the room with her in the window's reflection, his expression full worry. When she turned to him, he was gone.
Next Day- 15:00 – Infirmary
"Hey," Trinity said, coming in with a tray of food. Elizabeth was awake, now, and hungry. The surgery took over seven hours, mainly because it was so hard, and her symbiote wasn't cooperating very well. The president was getting his symbiote extracted (but first, there had to be an interrogation, so it'd be a few days) She looked at Trinity.
"Hey," she replied, smiling.
"I…brought you lunch, since you sort of skipped it, and breakfast, too. And dinner, last night. It's kina big, and I had to do some fancy maneuvering in this base to get this away from McKay, so…" Elizabeth smiled, and took the food. Trinity shifted her weight uncomfortably.
"Look, I'm…sorry how things turned out. If I hadn't had been so eager to be on the team…if I had only read the damn reports, then…" Trinity's voice trailed off.
"It's okay," Elizabeth said. "Really. We wouldn't have known about what was going on."
"But, if they are what destroyed Atlantis, it wouldn't really matter, would it? It's still going to happen in the future. I'm a screw up, and I'm sorry." Trinity looked down.
"Don't you ever say that again," Elizabeth said, in a forceful tone.
Trinity looked up. "What?" she said.
"You are not a screw up. If it weren't for you, Atlantis might not be standing in the next month. Because we know now what the Goa'uld and the Wraith are up to, it gives us time to create stronger defenses, find their weaknesses and take out as many of them as we can. We can save hundreds of planets because you led us to Aries. We may not be standing thirty years from now, but we can do a lot in thirty years. We can wipe out the entire Wraith population, the Goa'uld population, and a lot of the combined. We can save Atlantis time and time again until that last time comes, and that is not a screw-up."
Trinity looked down. She knew Elizabeth was right, but she still felt guilty.
"Still. A person shouldn't have to see her father pointing a gun at her mother. This should have never happened. I shouldn't have ever gone back in time. You should've gone through with us. You should've sacrificed yourselves."
"Trinity. I never wanted to have kids before you showed up. Before, I had my work, people would say 'I would live in my work' and 'I was in love with my work' I hid in my work." Elizabeth said.
"From what?" asked Trinity.
"From facing my loneliness. That's why I never wanted kids, cause then I'd have to have someone to have kids with."
"What about Simon?" she asked.
Elizabeth looked away before replying. "He-he'd never wanted kids. Besides, he's found someone else."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Trinity said. She knew eventually that that happened, she just didn't know when.
"But Trinity, when you and Isabelle came, and I saw what you were like…I wanted to have kids. Kids just like you. If you hadn't come, I don't think I would've ever felt like that. You are a great person, and so is your sister. I'm sorry I never watched you grow up, but I'm happy I will someday in the future. And I don't think Rodney's complaining about meeting Dr. Wash."
"You mean it?" Trinity asked, about Elizabeth's statement about Trinity growing up.
"Of course I do," Elizabeth said, and Trinity hugged her.
"Thanks. Mom," Trinity said. She smiled at Elizabeth, before leaving the infirmary.
April 18 – 23:00 – Trinity's Quarters
Trinity was out on her balcony, looking at the night sky. The breeze blew her hair back, which felt great. The radio in her room was playing classical music, slow and pretty.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" asked a voice behind her.
Trinity froze, but then smiled, not even looking to see who it was. "Hey, Andrew."
"How do you do that?" Andrew asked. "I mean, our voices sound exactly alike, and even one year I cut my hair like his so that we were identical and you still can tell us apart. Our parents can't even do that."
Trinity smiled. A short pause fell over them. "Andy, can I ask you a question?"
"Anything."
She smirked before continuing. "Are you bipolar?"
Andrew let out a short laugh. "Wh-what makes you say that?"
"Just cause. You beat up your own brother and act like you never want to speak to me again, and here you are, on my balcony. Which, by the way, how did you get in?" Trinity asked.
"Door was unlocked. Look, I apologized to Mark, and he understands why I did that. I mean, I sometimes…I've been under a lot of stress lately. I mean, they're thinking of putting me in charge of a team on Earth. Promoting me to Captain, actually. Weird, I know, but they said that since I was never actually promoted officially to Lieutenant, I am now, apparently, and—"
"Andy. You're babbling. But, no, that's great, Andy. You shouldn't be stressed out about it." Trinity said, smiling but not entirely happy about it.
"TJ," he said, calling her by her pet name he had given her many years ago. She smiled at the memory of it. "I want that. I really do. But…I've been thinking about us lately."
"And? You said yourself it'd be against the regs and that crap. In your own words, if I recall." Trinity said, not giving in.
"I'll quit the military then! Trinity, I'd be unhappy anywhere I go, unless you were with me. I love you, Trinity Jordan Sheppard." Andrew said, taking her hands beginning to slow dance with her to the music.
"What a line," Trinity murmured. She rested her head on Andrew's shoulder.
"Andy?" she called.
"Hmm?" For some reason, Trinity got a strong feeling of de-ja-vu.
"Mark would never cheat," she said.
"What does that supposed to mean?" Andrew asked.
"He's with Kara. He would never cheat on her." Trinity said.
"When did this happen?" asked Andrew.
"About a year ago. I thought you knew that. All those late night visits?" Trinity said, grinning in his shoulder.
"Well, I did look for him around the base once, and I found him in the Mess Hall getting some stuff. He just said he was getting a…late night snack. No wonder people were asking me for my money. I'm so stupid."
"You're cute when your stupid." Trinity said, smiling, looking up at him.
"Are you calling me ugly?" he said, making Trinity's jaw drop, but not in a serious way.
"You egotistic, chauvinistic—" she was cut off by Andrew kissing her. It lasted about five seconds.
"You wanna continue?" he asked, he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. You are an egotistic, chauvinistic pig, but I love you." She felt good saying that. She'd never admitted that to anyone.
She kissed him again, backing into the room. Andrew looked up at her. "Are you sure?" he asked her.
"Yes, Andy. I'm sure. It's not like we're fifteen," she replied, grinning as she kissed him again, falling on the bed.
A/N: Hope you liked that chapter (a little longer than the rest, so I hope that's okay.) It was a little mushy in the end (but then again, my little cousin is blasting "These Words I Love You" by Natasha Bedingfield over and over again, so I think that's what doing that. As for other people, I have some questions about Stargate: SG-1 and Atlantis that I was wondering if you could answer.
In Stargate: SG-1, "Threads" Carter's cell phone rings. Okay, how does a cell phone get reception 28 floors below ground?
In Stargate: SG-1, "Arthur's Mantle" How could Carter and Mitchell hear and see everyone, but it wasn't the other way around? I mean they're all in different dimensions (Mitchell & Carter and the rest of the SGC) so why isn't it a two-way street?
In Stargate: Atlantis, "Critical Mass" Colonel Caldwell says something along the lines of "Flight has confirmed that the Daedalus has landed alongside the east pier." Wouldn't that mean that the Daedalus has landed in the ocean? I mean, that "alongside" part, not "on the east pier.