John walked down the steps, careful to keep McKay in front but to not slit his throat too deep. He knew that Elizabeth would send security details in to try and stop him but he was too strong for them now. He wasn't going to let anything stop him now, he was going to go and rule over these people once again.

"John?" He had reached the bottom of the stairs; he ignored the small almost inaudible voice as he dragged his captive towards the wormhole.

"John!"

"What?"

"Why are you doing this?" John actually stopped to glance down at Rodney, why was he asking this? He knew that the only reason he was doing this was to get back to his people. But they aren't really his people are they?

"Shut up" He said finally, he couldn't afford to lose out on this last opportunity. Elizabeth had been sensible and not raised the shield, so that meant that she believed his threat, now he just had to get across that wormhole without getting shot by some security team. Piece of Cake.

"Shut up isn't really a good way to answer a question." He was almost at the gate now; he had to keep his anger down for now.

"Can you move that knife away from my neck please? It's not very comfortable, and this is no way to treat an invaluable scientist." John snapped, he threw Rodney on the floor with great pleasure.

"That better McKay?"

"Not really." McKay whispered, he could barely move from his position on the floor, but he had to keep John occupied.

"You really should learn how to treat hostages, see it wouldn't have hurt to have a nice cup of coffee waiting for me when I woke up. It was the same on that planet, you guys really suck at keeping hostages ali…" Before Rodney could finish his little tirade John kicked him hard in the stomach.

'Oh crap!' thought Rodney as his pain doubled once again, he coughed violently onto the floor when he lifted his head he could see dark red splattered on the floor.

"See dying isn't so good after all is it McKay!" John said almost laughing; he wanted to torment the scientist for eons.

"Sir, drop the weapons and get down on your knees."

John froze, how could he have been so stupid as to forget his objective? It was all McKay's fault him and his stupid antagonism. He lowered the P-90 carefully to the floor before moving to do the same with his knife, but in one swoop he lunged at the nearest marine and sliced at him with the knife. The other marines opened fire, but the bullets seemed to do nothing more than enrage him. Soon two more marines had joined the first and were lying motionless on the floor; the two that were left were backing away nervously.

"Major" John turned to see Major Lorne, Lieutenant Ford, Lieutenant Phillips and Sergeant Kyle walking towards him from the opposite direction.

'Great, 7 on 1! That is so not fair'

'Well how about you get out of my body, then we can put this whole ordeal behind us.'

'No chance.'

John whirled around on the spot for a moment before deciding what to do; he lunged for the two remaining marines from the first group, after two swipes with the blade they fell. He then turned his attention to Lorne and the others, his eyes narrowed as he saw their weapons raised, safety off and all pointing directly at his heart.

"You gunna kill me Ford? That isn't gunna look good on your record 'killed ranking military officer'" Ford just stared at him, any emotions well hidden beneath the military mask.

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Elizabeth had watched as John had sliced through the security teams, they had been no trouble what so ever and he was now going to move on to Major Lorne's team.

She had to do something,

'If I raise the shield he could do something stupid, but if I don't raise it he can run through it at anytime.'

She looked at all the technicians either seated or stood around her, they were all watching the scene below, even Peter was watching horror struck. She didn't know what to do; she was stuck between two decisions:

1: To make sure that this 'thing' doesn't leave the complex

2: To not hurt John in the process.

One of these was going to work and the other was going to go down the drain. She looked back at the scene on the ground, John was stood watching the four marines who were stood motionless opposite him and in the middle lay McKay. He wasn't moving and Elizabeth was beginning to get worried,

"Peter? Can we signal some more back up for Lorne?" She whispered, Peter turned his head slowly from the scene he looked at her for a moment before nodding; he walked towards a nearby console and began to type something. Elizabeth turned her attention back to the ground as she watched she saw someone move slightly, her eyes focused on the form of McKay,

'What are you doing Rodney?'

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John stared at Major Lorne his face hot and sweaty, his strength seemed to be zapping away from him too quickly. His breathing became more rapid as the moments dragged by. He was becoming impatient, why wouldn't they fire already?

"You know the whole point of having a gun is to use it." He said into the silence that had fallen over the gate room

"No its not." It was Ford who spoke this time, his eyes were fixed on Sheppard and John could tell that the Lieutenant was slightly worried about disobeying his leader. "It's for defence purpose only. We don't attack unless provoked SIR" John stared at the young man, he was really learning. He had come along way from that young, naïve boy who had come to Atlantis to seek adventure.

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Rodney had managed to bring himself into a semi-conscious state whilst Sheppard and the marines had been talking, his eyes opened slowly and he shifted his head ever so slightly to the side.

A gun lay on the ground about 5 inches from his hand, all he had to do was grab it. He heard Ford speak for the first time; he could hear the suppressed fear in the Lieutenant's voice as he addressed his commanding officer.

'Focus McKay, Focus' His mind was foggy, it felt like it was full of marshmallow. He blinked to try and clear the strange spots that had appeared at the corner of his vision, he had to do this.

He managed to move his arm towards the gun; his fingers brushed the cold metal. He closed his eyes as he gradually got a grip on the P-90; John was going to kill him for this.

He gathered all his remaining energy and lifted himself swiftly from the ground, he pulled the P-90 up to his chest flicked off the safety switch and aimed. The shot rang out around the silent room; Rodney stared as he saw John's look of complete confusion before he fell down to the ground.

He knew that every member in the control room and gate room was watching him but he didn't care. He couldn't move for shock, it wasn't until he heard someone start to move towards John that he acted.

He picked himself shakily to his feet; he had to get to John first. He began to walk unsteadily towards his fallen friend, he saw Ford kneel down at John side, his hand outstretched to check for a pulse.

Rodney lunged at Ford pushing his hand out of the way, Ford flew across the floor before he managed to stop himself. McKay reached out a hand towards John; he took a deep breath before he finally touched the skin.

A brilliant flash of white light lit the gate room, when the light had dimmed it revealed all the three marines and McKay lying motionless on the floor.

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"Medical Team to the gate room." Elizabeth shouted as she tore from the control room and began down the steps. She saw Major Lorne, Lieutenant Phillips and SergeantKyle begin to stir from their position on the floor, Ford was also beginning to show signs of life but McKay was lying motionless next to the wall.

The gate shut down suddenly, it was strange to not have the strange blue tint cast over the scene. She walked towards John slowly, terrified of what she might see.

"John?" She asked, knowing that she would receive no response but praying all the same.

"'Lizabeth?" She gasped; she saw his eyes begin to open. She smiled down at him, her hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

"Welcome back." She said,

"Rodney, where is he? We need to help him!" Elizabeth stared at him for a moment before her eyes fell upon the still figure lying a short distance away from them.

"He's …" she didn't know what to say,

"Tell Beckett not to touch him, tell him to get someone else without the ancient gene to pick him up. She'll want to get home as quickly as, OUCH" he stopped speaking abruptly, his hands flew to his lower abdomen. Elizabeth saw that his shirt was bloody, she'd almost forgotten about the shot.

"Bloody hell" The familiar voice of Carson Beckett filled the room, she could hear him and his team filter in. Carson came running straight towards John,

"What happened here son?" he asked as he took in the blood on John's shirt,

"Doesn't matter, Carson don't touch Rodney! Get someone without the ancient gene to do all the work!" Carson stared at him dumbfounded,

"What? Rodney?" he said before his eyes fell upon the figure on the floor, he saw the blood slowly covering the ground beneath and around the scientist. "Oh good lord." He turned and called to one of the team he had brought with him.

"Doctor Hodge, get over here now! I need you to look after Doctor McKay, don't let anyone who has the ancient gene touch him okay?" The other doctor nodded and moved swiftly across the room, Carson watched him go and Elizabeth could tell that he wanted to help.

"Okay lad, lets get some morphine in ya." he said tearing his eyes away from the motionless figure of Rodney.

See it's all getting revealed now, thanks for the reviews. Not long to go now till it's finished:D