"Major Sheppard get back into that bloody bed. NOW!" John flinched at the sound of the voice and scuttled sheepishly back towards his bed.

"What do ya think you're up to? I've told you SIX times now to stay in bed!" Carson watched as John got back into his bed, John was unable to meet his furious gaze.

"Well?" he asked keeping his eyes on Sheppard, he saw the man squirm slightly under the penetrating gaze.

"I…I… I just wanted to check on Rodney."

"Look son, we're doing all we can. You're not a medical doctor, you can't help him anymore." Carson's voice softened slightly but his eyes were still burning into John's head.

"I know, but… he's part of my team!" John said, finally looking up at Carson, their eyes met.

"Okay lad. I understand but you need to recuperate too! I don't want to catch you out of bed again! If I do, then they'll be hell to pay!" Carson walked away, back to his office

'Well then I won't let you catch me' thought John as he watched Carson's back, he knew that he should follow Carson's advice but Rodney was a member of his team and no one around here was telling him what was wrong with him!

Suddenly Carson turned around at the door to his office and stared around the room, John quickly turned his head so that he wouldn't know that seconds earlier he had been staring at his back muttering darkly.

Carson shook his head and entered his office, closing the door swiftly behind him. John let out a low sigh, he knew Carson would be watching him closely from now on so there was really no point in trying to get up to see his friend. He let his eyes close; he let his mind drift away, away from the infirmary, away from the threat of the Wraith, to a place that was untroubled by war or battles. He smiled as he drifted off into a peaceful doze.

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'A soft breeze made the leaves on the trees rustle, it lifted his hair as he walked down the lane. He smiled slightly as the breeze played across his face; it was a change from the chill wind that they had experienced over the last few months.

The lane dipped slightly and he found himself running, his jacket was flying behind him along with his school bag. Too soon the lane had levelled it's self out and he could see his house; it was an imposing building, built with dark bricks. It had a large oak tree in front of it, which cast a large shadow over the house. The closer Rodney came to the house the worse he felt, it was almost as if some invisible force was sucking all the happiness from this place.

Soon he arrived at the front door and opened it, as he stepped over the threshold he realised something was wrong. There was a strange feeling about the house, something was definitely wrong.

He dumped his school bag next to the stairs and opened the nearest door, when it was fully opened it revealed a living room. It was nicely furnished with a soft sofa in one corner, a small, antique television in the other and a various assortment of tables and lamps were crammed in as well.

Rodney made his way gingerly into the room, he could see a bottle lying a few feet away from him on the new carpet it's contense seeping through the small rug that it lay on. His eyes widened as he saw a pair of feet poking out behind one of the many tables in the room, as he drew nearer he saw with a gasp of horror who it was.

"Mum!" he yelled as he sprang to her side, he had no idea what to do, he was helpless. He looked around frantically but there was no one here to help him, he turned back to his mother and saw a small bottle clutched in her hand. He took it and held it up to the light; it had contained sleeping pills that his mother had received from the doctor to help her at night, they were all gone.

"Mum? Please wake up!" She didn't stir; he took another look around the room and saw the home phone a few feet away. He jumped up and grabbed it punching in '911', he waited until someone answered and tried to explain what had happened. The woman on the other end was kind Rodney what he was supposed to do; he listened carefully and followed the instructions perfectly.

He waited for the ambulance to arrive and watched as they put his still unconscious mother onto a stretcher and wheeled her away; one of the nurses came up to him and asked if he wanted to come with them, he looked up at her for a moment before nodding. She led him towards the ambulance he saw his mother already attached to several different types of monitors, just as he stepped up into the massive car the sound of a car crunching on gravel caught his attention and he turned. His father had returned and was staring at the ambulance as he got out of his car, he caught a brief glimpse of his wife and son before the doors were shut and the car began to drive away.'

' "STOP!" McKay yelled from his position on the floor, he couldn't take it anymore. The flashes into his past were becoming harder and harder to bare, they were so real and he could do nothing to stop them.

"Will you give in Doctor McKay? Will you let me use this body?"

"NO! Just stop, please stop!" he had to try to appeal to whatever speck of humanity she had in her, but she just smiled at him, ignoring him completely.'

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John was woken by the sharp cries coming from the bed opposite him; he sat up just as Carson came running from his office.

"STOP IT! NO MUM! NO!" Carson had reached Rodney's side and was already getting a sedative ready, within seconds he had injected it into the I.V. and Rodney was beginning to calm down. John stared at his friend's pale complexion, he was still muttering something but it was barely audible now.

Carson was also staring down at Rodney worry written all across his face, John was about to get up from his bed when Carson suddenly looked up sharply and glared at him. John took this as the sign to stay in bed, so he complied but he watched Rodney for the next 10 minutes. The only abnormal thing he registered was the occasional twitch of a muscle but that was it, there was no more yelling.

'What's up Rodney?' he thought as he finally looked away from his friend, he looked instead at the blank ceiling for a while before his eyes drifted closed.

'What's up with all this sleep?' he thought before he fell into a deep slumber.

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Elizabeth was beginning to get worried about her two men in the infirmary; she hadn't heard anything from Carson since they had been taken in which was unusual, as he would normally radio her right away.

"Carson." She said into her radio, she needed to know how her people were doing.

"Yes?" came a harassed reply, Elizabeth was startled

"Um… I wanted to know how Rodney and Major Sheppard are."

"Oh." Carson sounded surprised and slightly abashed, "Of course, sorry Elizabeth it's been a bit hectic down here that's all. Both the Major and Rodney are fine lass, Dinnae worry." With that the radio clicked off, Elizabeth looked around her office outside she could see the bustling of all the technicians and soldiers as they went about their daily activities.

'Strange how life carries on no matter what.'

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"WOAH!" John practically leapt out of bed, he managed to land neatly back on the bed before Carson entered to see what the commotion was all about.

"Major?"

"Sorry Doc, dunno what happen… wait a minute," He concentrated on what he had seen in his dream

"I know how to help McKay." he said quietly, Carson stared at him

"Sorry lad can you repeat that?"

"I said I know how to help McKay." Carson continued to stare bewildered at him, John rolled his eyes and sat up straighter in his bed.

'This is gunna take a while' he thought as he set about telling Carson what he had seen in his dream and what he had to do to help Rodney.

I promise things will pick up momentum in the next chapter! lol sorry about delays aswell, i'm writing them as fast as i can but writer's block is annoying.

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