On to chapter six! I've got rehearsals for the Spring Play for the next few weeks, so I'll be busy with those. If I don't update for a few days at a time, that's why. I don't own these characters, but if I did, I still like the idea of me and Teyla beating up my ex-boyfriend...

Chapter 6

Three days. Three days had passed, and he was still in the infirmary, and driving Carson up the wall.

"No! Colonel! You know you can't play basketball with Ronon! You'll be out of here tomarrow, and you can do as you like, all right? Sit down!" Beckett yelled to Sheppard, who was begging Carson to let him out.

"I just want one game. Carson, I'm gonna go nuts, here! I haven't done anything but eat, sleep, and read for the past three days, and-"

"Colonel, I've done things for you that other doctors wouldn't. I gave you scrubs, which, I need back, by the way, I let you go down to the cafeteria with Rodney, and I even let you take a shower, but you can't play basketball. You have to understand that your body needs time to heal itself," Carson said.

"It is healed! Here, listen!" Sheppard covered his mouth with his hand and said in a high voice, "I'm healed, doc. Let John play basketball."

"Colonel Sheppard, if you don't get back in that bed right now, I'll sedate you," said Carson.

John didn't say anything to that. He didn't want to lay down, but he didn't want to be sedated, either, for that matter. So he did what Carson told him to, and went back to his bed and layed down. Not even ten minutes later, he was asleep. Besides, he'd never know that Carson drugged his food...

The next day finally came, and Sheppard had never been happier to leave that infirmary. Ever. EVER.

John decided that the first thing he should do was to go talk to Elizabeth about his mission, and what had happened on that planet nearly a week ago. He reached her office and actually knocked this time.

"John, I didn't know that Carson let you out, yet," Elizabeth said, then smiled.

"He didn't, I busted outta there on my own. Couldn't take it, anymore," Sheppard told her, but then saw the look on her face, and continued. "I'm kidding, Elizabeth. He just released me."

"Ok, then. Did you want something? You wanna talk, yet?" she asked him.

"Actually, yes. You sid that you wanted to know what happened on that planet, so I thought that there wouldn't be a better time than now, in case I'm attacked by another Wraith this week," said Sheppard. "Unless you have something else that you need to do," John added quickly.

"No, go ahead. I've been wondering all week," said Elizabeth.

"Can I sit down?" asked John.

"John, you don't have to ask. Are you feeling all right?" she asked him. "Nevermind, I'm sorry. Go ahead with your story."

John cleared his throat, then started to speak. "Well, the others probably already told you about the noise we heard, so I went to check it out. I left the room, and they must have heard me, and didn't want to draw attention, so they ran off. I followed them until we reached a room on the outter part of the ruins, and that's when the fight started. I killed one of 'em off the bat, then another must have hit me on the head, 'cause next thing I knew, I was on the ground. I got up, pulled my 9 mil. and shot another-there were three, so--anyways, it was down, but the other one was still there, so we kinda had a one-on-one fight, and I didn't do too well, obviously. Somehow it'd gotten a hold of my knife, and it got me in the arm, and that's about all I remember. Any questions, comments?" John joked.

"Actually, yes. How are you feeling?" she asked.

"What? Where did that come from?" asked John.

"You just look a little pale, is all. Are you ok? Tell me the truth, John," she said, setting a stern look on him.

John sighed. "It's a little headache, Elizabeth. Nothing to worry about. I'm sure it's just from tension."

"Tension, my-"

"I serious, Elizabeth. I'm fine. If it gets bad enough, I'll tell Carson about it. Ok? I just got outta there, and I'm not too keen on going back. You won't tell him?" he asked.

"If it gets anyworse, you have to tell him, do you understand?" she asked.

"Yeah," he told her. He stood up, then, and stretched a little. "I'm gonna go talk to Ronon. He owns me a game of basketball." Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly doubled over in pain and let out a yell.

"John!" Elizabeth shouted in a worried tone. She got up quickly from her chair and ran around her desk to John, who was now on his knees. "John, are you all right? John?"

Sheppard lifted his head a little to answer. "Sharp pains-my side-" he gasped, then started coughing.

Elizabeth tapped on her earpiece, then said, "Carson, I need a medical team in my office, now!"

"Got you, lass," was the reply.

John attempted to get up at that moment, then fell backwards after losing his balance. "John? John, just talk to me," she told the Colonel as she leaned over him, trying to remember what she was supposed to do when something like this happens. "John, look at me. Ignore everything else in this room. Uh...tell me about something, something you like...football! Talk to me about football. What's your favorite team?"

"Elizabeth..." John whispered as he stared at the ceiling.

"What is it, John?" Elizabeth put her hand on his arm and felt his muscles tightening. 'What's wrong with him?' she thought to herself before the medical team arrived.

"Elizabeth, tell me what happened," Carson told her as he nealed over the patient.

"Uh, we-we were talking, then he got up to leave, and he just...he just..."Elizabeth didn't finish her sentence. She just looked at the Colonel. "John..."

John looked at her at that moment and tried to smile one of his reassuring smiles, but it turned out as a pained wince. "S'ok, 'Liz'beth," he got out, then the team lifted him onto a gourney, and a moment later, left the room, but Carson stayed behind for a moment.

"We'll try our best, Elizabeth. I'm sure he'll be fine. You did a good job, lass, you really did," he told her, then quickly strode off after the others.

Well...

They were there. The Wraith had gotten to him. But how? He was in Atlantis, wasn't he? But the Wraith had gotten into Atlantis before, just like they are, now. He felt one of them pulling at his arm, and he heard them talking. He tried to get away, but they wouldn't let go. He was yelling, but no noise came out. They were going to kill him. He was going to die alone with these...things. There was nothing he could do, now. He was going to die...

"No! Get away from me, get off!" John shouted to the others in the room.

"Just calm down, lad. You're in Atlantis! There are no Wraith here," Carson said, trying to calm down the frantic Colonel. He hadn't been asleep for two hours, and he was already kicking and thrashing around. Just then, a hand swund out and met up with the doctor's face, sending him back a few inches. "Damn it!" Carson shouted, wiping the blood from his lip.

Weir must have heard the noise from outside the waiting room, because she was in there in a flash, now standing beside Carson.

"Elizabeth, try saying something to him, to calm him down. He knows your voice, better," Carson said, attempting to hold down the Colonel.

"John? John, it's me, Elizabeth. Can you hear me?" she asked him. His eyes were now open, but were, once again, frantically searching the room. "John, you need to calm down. You're in Atlantis, now. Your friends are here, not the Wraith," she tried again. Finally, his eyes settled on her.

"Elizabeth?" he said, and his frightened voice almost scared her.

"John, Carson needs to check you out. You're gonna have to hold still for him, ok?" Weir asked.

John nodded, then lied back down in the bed. It was just a dream. A dumb dream. John let out a small laugh.

"What's funny, lad? You nearly knocked me out with that punch of yours," Carson said.

Joh almost felt guilty when he saw what he did to Carson, but then saw the smile on his face, and let it go.

"S-sorry about that, doc. Must've gotten a little carried away. Why am I in the infirmary, this time? You know I've been in here so many times, I've got the lunch schedule memorized," Sheppard said, trying to get the subject off of himself.

"Really? And what are you having today for lunch?" Carson asked, not expecting an answer.

"Well, today's Wednesday, so...fake chicken, am I right? I hate infirmachicken. Tastes horrible," John said, making a face.

Carson just stared at him for a moment, then shook his head a bit, and continued to check John's stats.

"John?" asked Weir.

"Yeah?" asked John.

"What happened?" asked Elizabeth.

"What do you mean?" he asked her, then he knew what she was talking about. "It was just a few sharp pains, El-"

"You almost died. Carson?" she turned to him.

John was shocked. She was acting strangely. And did she just say he almost died?

"I'm guessing it was the retrovirus," he told the both of them. "You were lucky to live, Colonel. It had the effect of tetanis, but happened so quickly, and left. So I'm thinking that the retrovirus causes side-effects such as this. You nearly suffocated, I mean. Your muscles in your body tightened, and was most effective in your arm..."

John looked at him with a confused look. His arm?

"Your muscles tightened so much, it broke your humerous," said Carson.

"My...humerous? What, so I'm not funny, anymore?" asked John.

"John, your humerous is the upper bone in your arm," said Carson.

"Oh...so that's why it hurts, huh?" he asked.

"Probably, yes," Carson answered.

"And I'm guessing that I can't go back to duty anytime soon?" he asked.

"Aye," he told the Colonel.

"And I'm gonna be stuck in here for another week?" he asked.

"John," said Elizabeth. "If you keep this up, Carson will have no choice but to kill you himself," Weir joked.

John looked at Carson. "So this will probably happen again, huh?" he asked.

Carson looked at him sympathetically. "It's likely, son. But we can try to resist it. We didn't know this would happen, but we can be better prepared for it, next time."

"Yeah, next time," said John as Carson left.

"Um, John...Teyla's been wanting to see you. She told me she hasn't spoken to you for a few days. Shemisses you," said Weir. "And Ronon is still waiting for thatgame," she told John, then got up to leave.

"Thanks!" he called to her, and she turned back and smiled, then left.

A moment later, Teyla entered the room.

She smiled down at him once she reached his bedside. "John."

"Yeah?"

"I have not seen you for many days. I apologize. I've been...distracted, I suppose you could call it. A friend of mine was ill on the mainland, and I had to visit her. She is a very young girl. She reminds me much of you, actually." When she saw the look on John's face, she almost laughed. "I mean that she is very brave, and very relentless. She fought through her sickness very well, as I am sure you will," she said, taking a seat.

"You haven't talked to Carson yet, have you?" John asked. "He makes it sound like my funeral should be tomarrow," he said, then went deep in thought. "But I'm still wondering-where do they put the dead Wraith?"

You might find out in the next chapter...maybe. I don't know where this is going, really. But anyways, I'm gonna get going, now. Bie:0D