Wow i didn't expect it to be this long! Sorry i took so long getting this chapter up, well it wasn't really a long time but hey. Hope you enjoy it, and if you want to review then please do!

John ran as fast as he could towards the body of his fallen friend, he heard someone else following him and guessed it was Ford.

He kept firing at the men who had followed McKay, there were now only three of the guards left. They ran towards the team, jumping over their fallen comrades, desperate to reach the escaped prisoner.

John finally reached McKay and bent over him, he heard Ford reach them and then the sound of two bodies falling reached his ears.

'One to go!' he thought, he turned to see the only remaining guard racing back towards the place where McKay and the guards had materialised from.

'Oh no you don't! You don't just shoot one of my team and think you can get away with it!' John raised his weapon once more, he took careful aim and pulled the trigger.

The man fell hard into the ground, a small pool of blood began to cover the ground underneath him.

Tearing his eyes away from the motionless guard lying feet from him John looked at the still form of McKay. There was a small dart sticking out of his back, the bit that John could see was silver. The needle was deeply embedded in Rodney's back,

'Oh crap!' John thought as he stared at the dart sticking out of his motionless friend, he turned to Ford who was beside him.

"We need to get him back to Atlantis now! Who knows what that dart contained, Beckett needs to look at him ASAP, get Lorne over here to help me with him." Ford nodded and radioed the other members of the team telling them that they needed to get McKay back to the Jumper.

John looked up towards the tree line and saw Teyla running towards them, her tanned face filled with worry.

"What is that?" she asked pointing at the dart still sticking out of their teammate,

"I have no idea!" John said wondering what he should do; he'd had training for this, oh yes, in the good old days when there weren't this many threats to your people.

Suddenly Major Lorne appeared carrying what seemed to be a hastily made stretcher, he put it down in next to McKay.

"Ok" John stared at the stretcher then at Rodney before looking back at the stretcher again,

"We need to take the dart out." He said finally,

'Well how hard can that be?' he thought as he clasped his hand around the small object.

'One… two… three' he pulled the small dart with as much force as he could without damaging McKay more then he had to. The dart didn't budge, the group around the unconscious scientist stared at it.

Suddenly the dart made a whirring sound and three small claw type things emerged from it's sides, and without warning they plunged themselves deep into McKay's back.

'Oh double crap' John thought as he stared in horror at the now almost immovable object half buried in McKay.

"Let's just get him on the stretcher quick!" he said picking up McKay's feet, Major Lorne grabbed McKay's head and the put him on the stretcher on his front.

"Sorry buddy but if we put you on your back the dart might sink deeper" John said quietly to McKay before he picked up one end of the stretcher and Lieutenant Phillips grabbed the other end.

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'What a strange feeling, it's almost like I'm floating in mid-air.

Is this what death is? Well it's not as bad as I imagined. Well I didn't imagine that I would die on some strange planet, killed by strange virus creating descendents. Ah well you never know, maybe the Major and Ford will get me back to Atlantis quickly.

Oh yeah really likely McKay, they probably just left you there!One less arrogant scientist to deal with.

No! They wouldn't do that! Would they? No! Of course they wouldn't! Atlantis needs me! I keep it running! Well not all by myself but I do most of it.

I can't believe this I'm having an argument with myself! I have sunk so low, insulting myself instead of anyone else.

Well what can you expect I am left all on my own, in here.

That's because it's my head! Who else is guna be in my head?'

Suddenly instead of the gentle darkness that had surrounded him a brilliant, bright white light had engulfed him and everything else around him. Next moment he was standing in a long, white hall.

The walls, ceiling and floor were immaculate, not a single spot of dust or dirt anywhere.

There was a desk at one side of the hall, the seat behind it was empty but there were papers stacked in neat piles on the desk as though someone had been recently to tidy it.

Rodney stared around him; the walls, ceiling and floor were all comprised of the same type of white tiles, and even though there were no visible lights the room seemed to glow.

"Hello?" he said, and his voice echoed across the room. He did a small spin on the spot to check that he was completely alone and that no one had sneaked up on him.

There was no one around; he relaxed for a moment before suddenly realising what this place most likely was,

"I'm in Purgatory?" he cried, he spun quickly. He was terrified. This meant that he had actually died. Rodney had never been religious, he'd attended church when he was younger because he had been forced by his family. But now he was in this brilliant white hall waiting for something, he gulped.

"HELLO!" he cried out once again, wishing that someone would turn up and tell him what he was supposed to do and where he was.

"Hello Doctor McKay" a voice said from nowhere, Rodney spun on the spot, lost his balance and fell over.

"Who are you?" he asked as he struggled to get up from the tiled floor, it had suddenly become quite sticky and hard to rise from it.

"You know who I am Doctor McKay," the voice said with a small laugh. Rodney registered that the voice was female and it had a distinct similarity to that of…

"No!" he said, "How can you be here? You were in the complex!" he started to struggle even more against the strange, possessed tiles.

The voice laughed even harder at his futile attempts to rise from the floor,

"You shall not leave this place Doctor. You shall be entombed here forever I promise you."

He stopped struggling in time to see a woman appear out of nowhere in the long hallway. She had dark brown hair and dark green eyes, her plain clothing that she had been wearing in the complex had been replaced with pure white trousers and a pure white t-shirt.

Rodney just stared at her, horror filling his whole body so that he could not even try to struggle against the floor, which was slowly trying to envelope him. It had covered most of his legs now and was rapidly moving up towards his chest.

"Guessing I'm notdaed yetthen" he murmured as he stared at the woman.

"No you are not." she laughed as she started to walk towards him, her smile widened as she stopped right in front of him.

"But soon you will wish you were dead Doctor!"