The soldiers watched the complex carefully, the three civilians were talking in whispers obviously discussing some amazing plan to get them in and out of there by dinner time.

"So major any ideas as to how we can get in there? There don't seem to be any possible entry points." Major Lorne had squatted down next to John; the two younger marines were crouching not far away watching the complex intently.

"When McKay got out of there he seemed to materialise out of nowhere, there must be some sort of transporter in there."

"So if he can get out then we must be able to get in." Major Lorne concluded, he let out a small sigh as he realised that this was going to be a scientists task.

"Doctor Z and Doctor…umm…well Doctors I need you both to start working on a way to reverse a transporter beam." The two scientists looked at him, the woman rolled her eyes and muttered something in german. Doctor Zelenka was a little more gracious and smiled at the soldiers before he and the woman put their heads together and began to discuss options.

"This might be a while." John said as he sat down on the soft ground gently, he could still feel the ghost of the pain that had shot through his body about 5 minutes ago.

"How are you feeling lad?" He jumped slightly at Carson's voice, he hadn't realised that the physician was next to him.

"Fine thanks doc." He smiled at Carson who watched him suspiciously for a moment before going off to check on Lieutenant Ford, John watched him until he was out of earshot

"I think he's trying to give me a heart attack." He said quietly to Major Lorne, who smiled vaguely as he turned to face the complex once more pondering how on earth they were meant to get in there.

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Doctor Radek Zelenka was working feverishly with his fellow scientist Doctor Linda Volga, he had heard many scientists and soldiers making snide jokes and remarks about her name and whether it reflected on her personality but he found her to be quite nice. She was a good hard working scientist who was able to ignore Rodney McKay's annoyingly pompous attitude whenever she wanted, it was like a simple on-off switch.

Both scientists were searching through the ancient database that they had on a small flat screen monitor, they had managed to isolate the transporter algerhythms and were now trying to reverse them.

"Proč nebude ono práce? Práce Zpropadeně!" Radek whispered angrily at the small machine, it just didn't seem to want to reverse it's programmed information.

'If only McKay was here.' He thought as he prodded a different pattern into the computer, when that didn't work he sighed deeply and put his head back against the tree that was behind him.

"This is useless." he said quietly and he heard Doctor Volga sigh, no matter what code they tried to type in they couldn't get it to work.

"As much as I hate to admit it, we need Doctor McKay." Radek nodded at these words, if anyone could have figured this out by now it would have been Rodney but as he was now knocked out by a Wraith Stunner and as he had not been very agreeable last time he had woken up, that seemed like a lost cause.

"What you mean you can't do it? You're kidding me!" Radek looked up as he heard Major Sheppard walking towards them, the Major's face was a mixture of surprise and horror.

"No we are not kidding you Major, there is no way to fix problem that I can see." Radek felt slightly ashamed to admit this but he couldn't think of any possible solution to this problem,

"So what? You're telling me you want to give up? Give up on McKay? Your friend!" Radek could feel John's anger radiating off him like heat, he couldn't make eye contact with that fury so instead he stared at the ground near by. He wasn't going to give up on his friend but there was no way to reverse the patterns in the transporter.

"I…we are not giving up on him. The transport patterns are impossible to rewrite, unless…" Radek's eyes suddenly lit up, John could almost see the small light bulb blink into life above the scientist's head.

"Doctor Volga I have idea." The female scientist crawled towards him quickly; John sat back on his haunches as the two scientists began their in comprehendible chatter. He was glad that they had an idea because he was getting tired of just sitting around here doing nothing, he slowly got up again and walked back to where Major Lorne and Lieutenant Ford sat on the muddy ground.

"Escaped Carson then?" John asked as he joined the two marines on the ground,

"Thankfully." Ford answered as his eyes quickly did a circle of the area, checking for Carson no doubt.

"They doing any better now?" Major Lorne was pointing at the two scientists who were deep in conversation leaning over the small computer again.

"Hope so. Couldn't understand any of what they were going on about." John sighed as he went back to watching the boring complex. It would have been better if it had, had tiles to count but it didn't so he had to resort to counting trees instead.

'45, 46, 47, 48. What am I doing? Counting trees? Oh god, a military commander counting trees to escape boredom. What's next?'

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' Torrela awoke slowly, she felt as though a thousand tiny needles were poking her. A ripple of electricity seemed to be passing very slowly through her body. She managed to raise her head and saw the body of Doctor McKay lying not far away, the first thing she noticed was the steady rise and fall of his chest.

She sat up cautiously and shook her head trying to clear it, but this action did nothing but infuriate the small headache she was developing. This couldn't be good; she was a virus not a human! She shouldn't be suffering from headaches and electric shocks. She should not feel pain!

A loud moan from the body near her brought her back to reality, she quickly got to her feet and began pacing the large white hall.

"Keep it down! This migraine could turn into something serious if you're not careful." The familiar tones of Doctor McKay's grumbling resounded around the room, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it she was growing fond of his grumbling, it was becoming the sound of normality for her. But no she could not think like that, he will be discarded as soon as the soldiers enter the complex.

She looked to one of the walls nearest her and a box appeared on it, it looked like a plasma screen television and soon a moving image appeared upon it. She watched the images carefully before she touched one side of the screen and the image changed, she smiled as three figures came into view all sat on the ground and looking terribly bored.

"Ah, very good." She murmured under her breath as she touched the screen again and the image zoomed in.

"What the…?" She turned to see Rodney clambering clumsily to his feet and staring at the screen with wide-eyed fascination,

"What's that?" he asked as he walked slowly towards it, Torrela quickly shut the screen down and turned to face Rodney.

'Is he getting taller? Or am I shrinking?' she thought as she looked up at the now slightly taller man, he was still staring at the blank stretch of wall behind her.

"Look Doctor I think you had better go back over there!" she said threateningly as she pointed towards the opposite wall, he tore his eyes away from theblank,white walland looked down at her.

"Are you getting shorter?"

"No I am not!" she snapped, Rodney looked worried for a moment before a smile formed on his face.

"Your powers failing!" he cried gleefully,

"No it's not!" she said almost desperately,

"Yes it is." Rodney stated as he took another step towards her, he looked a lot more threatening now he was taller but she wasn't going to let that stop her.

"I still have power Doctor." She hissed, and suddenly the white hall vanished and was replaced by a badly lit room, there was a strange smell about the place. Rodney stared around quickly his eyes growing wider and wider as he took in the horrible wallpaper and the scattered tables,

"No, no, no, no, no, no" he muttered as his eyes came to rest on a lone figure sat on the couch.

Torrela watched him as they heard the front door open and then close softly, the man on the sofa barely acknowledged that there was someone in his house, the most he did was swivel his eyes towards the door to his left. Torrela's eyes too turned towards the door and she waited to see who was going to enter.

The door to the living room opened slowly and two people came in, a boy of about 17 with short dark, brown hair, startlingly blue eyes and an air of someone who knew a lot more then the average person. The other figure to walk in was a girl, she was about 14 with dark brown hair like her brother's but hers was longer, her eyes were blue as well but not as bright as the young mans. When they saw the other figure in the room they stopped dead in their tracks, they exchanged glances with each other before the boy moved forward, towards the sofa.

"Father?" the boy asked as he moved closer towards the old man, his sister watched with fearful eyes.

"Dad." The boy said louder this time, but the man seemed deaf to the entire world.

"Dad what's wrong?" the girl chimed in this time, she hadn't moved from her position near the door but her voice seemed to be the only thing that brought her father back to planet earth, he turned to look right through his son and straight at his daughter.

"Jeannie? Come here love." His voice was hoarse as though he hadn't used it in years, and even though his words were kind his tone was commanding. Jeannie's eyes flicked straight to her brother who nodded swiftly, she began to walk carefully towards the old man. Soon she was right next toher father,he patted the seat next to him and she sat down her brother watching her protectively.

"I'm sorry for how I acted before Jeannie." Jeannie smiled without thinking, she could hear the sincerity in his voice but she noticed how he had left out Rodney once again.

"It's alright dad, but I'm not the one who you should be apologising to." She said pointedly, her father gazed into her eyes for a moment before looking down at the floor.

"Dad! You need to apologise to Rodney! He's your son." Jeannie said firmly, but her father leapt from the sofa.

"I HAVE NO SON!" he shouted at her, the younger Rodney who was stood near Jeannie simply stared at him.

"Dad! You do have a son, he's standing right there in front of you!" Jeannie had sprung to her feet as well, she was trying desperately to calm her father but he threw her off and she fell back onto the sofa.

Rodney stepped forwards to help her but his father lifted a walking stick and slapped it on the back of Rodney's outstretched hand.

"OUCH" Rodney pulled his hand back rubbing it; he couldn't look at his father any more. It was like looking at a shark getting ready for dinnertime.

"Get out" hissed the old man as he raised the walking stick over his head threateningly, the young Rodney stared at the stick for a moment before he took one more step towards the sofa to help his younger sister up.

His father placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder and forced her back down onto the couch, with the other hand he struck Rodney with the stick. Both Rodney's let out a yell of pain at the same time, Torrela turned to see the older Rodney yelling in pain.

She turned back to watch the younger Rodney fall to the floor still being beaten by his father, she saw the young girl try to stop him but the old man simply hit her with the stick and she fell silently to the floor. Blood was soaking into the rug and spilling towards the tables, Rodney was lying on the floor bleeding badly from his head, his father stepped over the almost lifeless body of his son and walked towards a cabinet set into the wall. He opened the doors and took out a small bottle, Torrela saw him open it and pour what looked like tablets into his hand but suddenly the memory darkened.

She had to close her eyes at the contrasting brightness of the long white hall, when she opened them again it was to see the older Rodney standing right in front of her. He was now about 3 inches taller then her and he was making use of it, he stared down at her trying to look as intimidating as possible.

"Get back Doctor." She said looking up into his bright blue eyes, she noticed that like the young Rodney back in the memory his head too was bleeding.

"Not this time." He said quietly, his eyes were burning with a fire that she had never seen before.

'This can't be good.' She thought as she saw her own evil smile reflected in his face.

Proč nebude ono práce? Práce Zpropadeně! Why won't you work? Work damn it.

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What's going to happen to Rodney? Will Sheppard ever throw off Doctor Beckett? (lol)

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