Needless to say, Havoc didn't die. He did however go critical, making the humans drag him into the Daedalus and take off. The city was no longer safe, as the shield had died and the structural integrity of the main tower was next to zip. The self destruct had been armed and was set for three hours, as Weir desperately hoped that Havoc would recover enough to save them. She then realized with shock that they had grown dependant on him. Was this why the Ancients lost the war? They had relied on these soldiers for so long that they forgot their own true fighting ability? When the soldiers finally died, they were caught between a rock and a hard place, without a sure way of victory. Now, because the Ancients wanted to keep history from repeating itself, they destroyed all sources of the soldiers… or so they thought… They still had Havoc, even if he had slipped into a coma.
The Wraith were particularly interested in the Daedalus, completely ignoring the city. Maybe they knew of the soldier in a deep sleep on the ship? Really, it was a miracle that they were still alive. Havoc had lost so much blood, he had grown pale. His heart rate, although stressed to the point of exploding, was starting to weaken. Before he slipped into the coma, he begged them to send him into a hyperspace window if he died; probably to keep the explosion relatively distant. Even with all he did for them, he still wanted to try and save them. The Orion had been fighting off most of the attacks, but the situation looked grim.
Havoc, Beckett, and Sheppard's team had been moved to the Orion. The crippled vessel fought hard, drones arching and weaving through the darts and cruisers. The infirmary was empty, save Havoc, Teyla, Weir, and Beckett. Havoc had innumerable wires coming out of his arms, the monitors showing information. His brain waves were next to zip, a slight ripple every once in a while. Teyla kept trying to mentally communicate, but all she got was a stone wall in her way. Beckett looked at the nearest monitor and sighed.
"What is it?" Teyla asked impatiently. Beckett ran a hand through his hair, still staring at the data.
"As far as I can tell, Havoc seems to have suffered massive internal bleeding just before he slipped into the coma. I'm sorry to say, that because his body is barely getting any stimulus from the brain, he can't heal himself. I'd give him an hour or two before his vitals completely go out the window."
"What about the energy collection? Have you found that…?"
"Aye. The energy that Rekhyt warned us about is collecting right in his heart, kind of like a back up battery. But without stimulus from the brain, he can't use it to revive himself." The analysis was cut short by a horrible screeching sound. Weir tapped the radio in her ear. Rodney's voice sputtered over the weak connection.
"We've got a big, big, big problem, Elizabeth!"
"What now Rodney?"
"Look at what the Ancients gave us…"
Weir and Teyla cautiously walked over to the window. A gigantic hyperspace window had ripped open. What came out was a giant Gate, the size of an Ori gate, eleven chevrons circling on the outer ring. It sliced through the first Wraith ship with relative ease. It dropped into orbit over the planet. The inner ring began to spin. Behind the humans, Havoc's brain waves spiked and then descended. His lips parted and he whispered two words.
"…final… gate…"
XXX
Rodney had called them all up to the control room for one last plan. If they couldn't stop the Wraith, they'd have to stop the Final Gate. Three chevrons had already been activated. The Wraith were now concentrating on the Gate, but their fire had no effect. McKay had a plan, however.
"If we can just destroy one of the Chevrons, the Gate won't work… and then we'll have a bunch of pissed Wraith…"
"How do we do that Rodney?"
"We send a jumper to the Gate to attach a Mark V naquadah generator, and to fire a drone into it just after overload. The resulting explosion should destroy the Gate. The Final Gate functions in the same way as the regular gates, only the control crystals release all of the power in the main buffers instead of releasing it. The resulting explosion should destroy the Gate. But the only thing is, whoever goes can't get away in time…" The room grew quiet. Everyone wanted to do it, but they were thinking of an alternative. Before anyone could volunteer, Sheppard ran to the control room door and sealed it behind him, locking everyone in the control room. He heard Weir and McKay yelling and pounding on the door. Sheppard pulled a 9 mm. and shot the door crystals. He walked down the hallway to the jumper bay. Luckily, McKay had everything he'd need in the bay. In the control room, Teyla tried to contact Havoc again.
"Havoc… please… we need help…"
Back in the infirmary, Havoc's brainwaves jumped through the roof.
XXX
Carson heard the monitor beep and turned around. Havoc was sitting up, ripping the wires out of his arms, his eyes hidden by the shadow of his hair. Beckett did a double take and ran up to him. Havoc ignored him as he jumped out of the bed and pulled on his black coat. Carson grabbed his shoulder. Havoc turned his head. His eyes were a lined with a red circle, pupils glowing. He had his teeth clenched, canines grown to an inch. Carson felt a massive amount of heat radiating off the man's shoulder.
"Let go or die, Carson…" Before Beckett could respond, he was lifted in the air by some unseen force and was thrown back into the wall. Havoc grunted and walked to the door. It was locked from the outside. Havoc reached up and ripped the door out with his bare hands. An alarm blared and a red light flashed overhead. Havoc walked down the hall, his shadow turning a crimson black. He reached the security room. Havoc ripped the door off and threw the two guards inside out the door, knocking them out. Havoc tapped the controls and grabbed a portable camera.
XXX
Sheppard was sitting in a jumper, tapping at the controls. The humming generator sat behind him. The bay was empty, completely devoid of life. The bay doors began to open, the flickering shield holding the atmosphere. Sheppard felt something tap his shoulder. He turned his head around. Nothing was behind him. He lifted his gun and walked carefully out of the jumper. A camera stuck to the wall caught his attention. He stared at it and waved. Havoc materialized in front of him. A fist slammed into his face. Havoc stood over the unconscious body and looked up to the camera. His eyes were flinty, watching the lens. He grabbed the camera and walked to the shield, holding the camera up to his face. The light turned red.
XXX
In the control room, McKay had no luck with the door. Everyone sat impatiently, watching the monitors. A bleep on the first screen caught their attention. Havoc's face appeared, one eye half closed, a trickle of blood coming from the corner of his lips. His breaths were ragged, filled with pain. His hair had stared to fall over his face, sweat weighing down the follicles. He pointed the camera at Sheppard's body.
"I presumed that Sheppard was not to leave… I heard everything from Teyla's mental link… Thank you Rodney for the brilliant plan… I hope to utilize this… in a matter of seconds… but not with an overload… I will die in forty seconds… and I will take every Wraith with me…"
"Havoc! Don't do this…! Please!" Teyla begged. Havoc laughed.
"I'd prefer if you didn't try to follow… and tell Sheppard I owe him when he wakes… I promised you redemption… and I plan to keep it…"Havoc placed the camera on the ground, facing the door. He walked up to the shield and stood straight. His form began to glow, turning to energy. His face was the last thing visible, smiling weakly. Havoc bent his knees and leapt out of the door. He turned into a beam of light and exploded out of the shield. Weir screamed at him over the radio, but was cut off as music began to blast over all radio bands. X-302's, darts, Cruisers, and the Daedalus stopped. The pillar of light became visible in the main window. The humans watched as it sped to the Gate.
I'm at the end of my report again…
For those who won't to apathy…
The light made it to the gate. Ten chevrons were lit, the inner ring almost to the eleventh. Havoc was visible in the vacuum, light rippling off him. The eleventh chevron locked. The Gate groaned and the inside began to glow blue. Havoc pulled his hands back, white energy gathering in his palms.
You had the perfect opportunity…
But pled the fifth and walked away…
The vortex shot out, massive wall of energy rippling and rushing out to meet him. Havoc spun around and pointed his hands at the fleet of Wraith ships. Energy fired and shot him back to integrate within the vortex. He fell inside it. Something clicked. Time froze. The ships blasts and drones were stuck in limbo, fire staying in place. The vortex hadn't retracted, but it turned red.
Say something …
Make us proud…
Cast the first stone….
Say any, anything at all….
The red event horizon dissipated and fell back onto the Gate. It lit up as a series of explosions lined the outer ring. Time sped up. The Gate exploded.
Make a move…
Make a move!
A shockwave of energy ripped through space. Several hyperspace windows were forced open, destroying small contingents of darts. Cruisers and hives alike fell to the awesome power of the explosion. The Daedalus spun around and fired sub-light engines, aiming for the Orion. McKay snapped out of his trance, watching the wreckage of where Havoc once was. He tapped a control and the Orion spun. A warning sprung up, sending fear into his eyes. The hyperspace generator was damaged from the EMP. They couldn't flee. The shockwave was getting closer. Rodney slammed a fist down on the controls.
In the window, a beam of light tore from the wreckage and beat the shockwave to the ships. It took the form of Havoc, eagle spread in front of the ship. A second form appeared, taking the form of Rekhyt, also with arms spread. The third form to appear was Shadow Havoc. The forms caught the wave and reflected it off themselves to the rest of the hive ships. The one that took the form of Havoc faded with the other two. His voice echoed in Teyla's mind.
"Even the darkest souls are granted the light… Redemption… it shall be yours…"
XXX
The humans got back to Atlantis and found that the timer on the countdown had been frozen and the main tower repaired. The ZPM powering the city glowed with new life and the preliminary tests showed that it was at 100. Upon search of the city, they found that the rooms of Rekhyt, Falc'ner, and Havoc had disappeared, the wall bare now. The crater left by the Leviathan was also gone without a trace. The chamber for the Alignment Cannon was also gone. All traces of Havoc in the database were wiped clean, except for the few photos and the mission reports from his rescue of the team at the hands of the Genii. What they found later was shocking.
The Chevron Sword was wedged into the floor of an observatory on the north pier. Its blade was dark, now that its master was dead. No matter what the humans did, it would not come free. They deemed it a memorial and forbid that anyone go into the room. One last thing remained.
When Teyla walked into her room, something sparkling was lying on her bed. She reached down and picked it up, holding her breath. The time disruptor that Havoc had made into a necklace hung from a crystal lace. The light inside had grown dark and dormant, the power source depleted. The tiny Gate had its iris closed, a tiny jewel in the center. Teyla clasped the jewel tightly and locked it away, never to be seen by anyone else.
Afterwards, Weir deemed Havoc and all things pertaining to him classified by the highest order, never to be spoken of again or reported to Earth. Jack was released into the wild on the mainland. A week after his disappearance, rumors from the Athosians began springing up of a mighty white wolf spirit in the northern mountain face. Everyone complied and life returned to usual. Or rather, usual by Atlantis standards.
So it was for a year, as seasons passed, friends became foes, and the days of Havoc slipped away into nothingness. But, one day, exactly one year from when the Final Gate was destroyed, the Chevron Sword quivered. The room had grown dark and dusty. The Chevron lit up and opened. The orange crystal locked back down and the blade began to glow…
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A/N: Look for the more humor based sequel later. It will contain a lot of SG-1, but still be placed under Atlantis genre. Look for "Episode 000: Galactic Reset"... It will contain pop culture references from "Blues Brothers", My Favorite Martian, Starsky and Hutch, Back to the Future, and Independence Day. I hope for it to be my best work yet, other than my Halo fic… whatever. Later. 0