Here I am, once again, and still in one piece. This chapter, Ronon's gonna be in it a little bit, because of his relationship with the Wraith. Well, I hope you like it! I don't own these characters, and if I did, I would be the ruler of the world! But I'd rather be a pencil sharpener...

Chapter 7

"What are you going to do with it?" asked Weir.

"We were gonna burn it, unless you have something else..." Lorne said.

"No, burning's fine. Thank you, Major, for taking care of this for me. I'm sure John would like to thank you for killing the Wraith. It was a close call in there. I'd better get back to the gateroom. I'll see you," Weir told Major Lorne.

"Thank you, ma'am," Lorne said, then returned to what he was doing. He pulled the Wraith's body into the small room he was to burn the Wraith in. He set the Wraith down in the middle of the room, then turned around. A moment later, he was on the ground. He looked up quickly to see what it was that had caused him to fall. As soon as he saw it, he tapped on his radio while trying to get away from it.

"What is it, Major?" came Weir's voice.

"Doctor, the Wraith's alive! It's-" Lorne finally managed to get up, then went for his handgun, then raised it at the Wraith, only to have it knocked from his hand.

"You will be the first to die!" the Wraith shouted, and Weir heard it over the radio. She quickly turned and ran toward Lorne's position. She continued to try and reach him by radio, but she got no answer. A few seconds later, she got there. Hesitantly, she entered the quiet room and felt as though her heart was in her throat.

She gasped when she saw Lorne on the ground, then saw the Wraith beside him, dead. At least, she thought he was...

"It's dead this time. I shot it at least ten times. He'll be fine," came Ronon's voice from behind her. She whirled around to find him leaning tiredly against the wall with his gun in his hand. Then she noticed the blood streaming from the side of his face. He must have seen her look, because he said, "It's only a scratch. We need to burn his body as soon as possible. And he needs to get to the infirmary." Ronon nodded at the Major as he spoke.

"I'll get someone to-"

"I'll do it," Ronon said before she could finish.

She watched as he stared intently at the dead Wraith. She guessed that he had called for the medical team, because they rushed into the room at that moment. Carson wasnt' there. He must have still been upstairs.

As quick as they came, they were gone, taking Lorne with them.

"Did the Wraith-"

"No. He didn't have time to feed," said Ronon, then pulled the Wraith back into the room, taking the lighter fluid with him, and matches. He poored lighter fluid on the Wraith, then, before lighting a match, spoke to Elizabeth. "Carson doesn't need this body for examination?"

"No, we still have the one from last time, Ronon. Thank you," Weir said.

So he lit the match and dropped it onto the body, leading Weir out of the room, then closing the door.

Infirmary

He felt a burning pain in his leg as his muscles tightened, once again. It wasn't as bad as last time, but it still didn't change the fact that it hurt like hell.

"Just try to relax, Colonel," Carson told John as he groaned in pain.

"I can't relax when it feels like my muscles are tearing apart, doc!" John said through clenched teeth.

Every moment it was getting harder to breath. His diaphram wasn't working like it was supposed to, Carson had told him, and the muscles around his ribcage weren't helping one bit, either. His throat was closing up, and he Carson told him he had lockjaw.

He sat himself up, much to the protest of Carson, but it helped him to breath. A moment later, he felt the muscles in his jaw loosen up, and his throat wasn't tight, anymore. His abdoment still hurt, though.

"Doc," John breathed.

"Yes?" said Carson.

"Could you-could you get Elizabeth in here for me?" he asked.

Carson would usually say no, but he saw the pain in John's eyes, then answered the question.

"Of course, Colonel. I'll be right back, and Dr. Stanton's in the other room, so if you need anything, just hollar," said Carson, then left quickly.

Carson practically ran down the halls, up the stairs, then into Weir's office.

"Carson, what's wrong?" asked Elizabeth, looking alarmed.

"Colonel Sheppard wants to speak with you," said Beckett.

"Carson, you could have told me that over the radio, you know," she said, getting to her feet and following him through the hall.

"Aye, but I needed to talk to you alone," said Carson.

"There's something wrong with John," she said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Aye. He's getting worse," said Carson, then realized that Elizabeth had stopped walking.

"What do you mean he's getting worse? He'll be all right, though, won't he?" Weir asked the doctor.

"I can't tell, for sure, Elizabeth. I don't know," he said, then they continued moving in silence. Once they reached the infirmary, Carson left the two alone.

Elizabeth walked through the curtained area, then sat on a chair beside John's bed. She thought he was asleep, but was startled when she heard his voice.

"Glad you could make it," said John in a sarcastic voice. "I just wanted someone here, is all. I'm sorry I'm dragging you through this," said Sheppard.

"John, I'm glad to be with you, you know that. You're not dragging me through anything."

"I'm never doing this again. I'm gonna buy Carson a-a lock for that damned case," said John as pain took over his body.

"Do you need me to get someone for you?" asked Weir when she saw the pain in his face.

"No," he said quickly. "No. It's not...that bad, really."

She knew he was lying, but she let it go. "Lorne was the one who killed the Wraith," she said, then decided that he should know what happened a while ago. "Actually, Ronon killed it. It was still alive. Lorne went to burn it a little while ago, about an hour ago, but it...attacked him. Luckily, Ronon went by at that moment and shot the Wraith. Lorne's all right," she said quickly when she saw the worry spread over his face.

Four more days passed, and things seemed to get a little better. John could walk on his own, now, and most of the muscle contractions had stopped.

"I haven't seen you for a while," said John as Rodney entered the infirmary.

"Yes, well, I've been busy. But I'm here now. How are you feeling?" asked Rodney.

"Better. But I've been better, too," said Sheppard.

"Yes, well, I'm sure everyone has. I am sorry that I haven't been by, sooner. I really have been busy. I was working on that device. The one from-"

John cut in at that moment. "Yes, I know which one, Rodney. The guinne pig one. I know it seems crazy, but I actually miss being your guinne pig, believe it, or not. I'm serious, though. If I don't get out of here by next week, I'm gonna be the one who's killing everyone."

That's it. I've got a few more chapters coming up. Also, did you know that Wraith means ghost, or apparition? I was looking up words in English, and came across that word, and I was like, COOL! I seriously didn't know that was a real word. Well, I'm gonna go, now. Bie:0D