"You will not be going anywhere. You will stay and be my wife and your team can do what they will with the power device or you will die and they will not get the device. You take you pick."

Jones looked at the radio in horror. Danielle had not let off the button. Not a second later, they heard a commotion from inside of the building and a cry. They raced for the door, but arrived too late. Zumak had already latched it.

"Evans, go and open the gate. Keep it open." Lt. David Evans nodded his head and took off at a sprint. "Everybody else, lets start busting it open." They followed their orders.

Danielle had never heard a more wonderful sound that the sound of that door busting open. She looked up to see Jones grab Zumak and knock him out. The other team member of the team, Dr. Brian Green, rushed to her side.

"Are you okay?" She started to laugh but stopped when she felt the searing pain in her side.

"Peachy. You?" He laughed and sat her up.

"Can you stand up?"

"Not on my own. I can hardly move." He looked down at her wound and cringed. The cut was deep. Really deep.

"Jones, come help me." He obliged and they pulled her to her feet. One arm was across Brian's shoulders while the other was across Jones's. She was light headed but decided that it was not the time to pass out.

"Grab my bag please." Brian grabbed it and they began the walk back to the gate. When they finally reached it, they were happy to see that Evans was holding the gate open.

.Danielle was beyond light headed when they finally arrived. She couldn't see very well. It was all blurs and distant noises.

"Medical team to the gate room!" Weir voice announced over the intercom. She then rushed down to the team in front of the gate.

"What happened!"

"We found a ZPM and tried to trade for it. Since Danielle made the offer, she had to make the deal while we waited outside. She came over the radio and said that he couldn't make an acceptable offer and then we heard him say that she would stay and be his wife or she would die. We didn't get there in time to stop it, he had locked the door."

Before Weir could ask any more questions, the medical team arrived. They got Danielle on a stretcher and began the trip back to the Infirmary. Danielle recognized one of the distant voices that were shouting orders.

"Carson?" She whispered.

"I'm here. Just hold on, we're almost there." Danielle smiled. She was safe. With this thought, she slipped into unconsciousness.

Carson sat at her bedside looking at her. She had lost a lot of blood from the gash. It was two days later and she still had not woken up. Despite being a doctor (you know, always think positive) he was beginning to worry.

It was late and the silence in the Infirmary was only adding to his dread. He looked at the monitor and sighed. Her vitals had not changed any. What if… What if I never get to tell her? He decided that this was not going to happen; he was going to tell her, even if she was still unconscious.

Danielle on the other hand, was bored. She could hear everything that was going on around her, but couldn't move. It had taken her awhile before she realized that they could not hear her screaming, telling them that she was still there. It had been hours since she had heard anybody talking, only the sound of paper shuffling, a sigh, or someone shifting in his or her seat.

"Danielle, I have something to tell you." Hah, so it was Carson.

I'm all ears.

"I've been meaning to tell you for a while now."

Well, now's as good a time as ever.

"You see Danielle; I am the one who has been sending you those letters."

………WHAT? It was CarsonCarson Beckett. She couldn't wrap her head around it. It was Carson. He was once again silent, which gave her time to think about it. She liked Carson. He was one of her better friends. But, did she like him like THAT?

Yes.

She did. She always had. When he hadn't shown that kind of interest in her, she had given up. Putting her affections toward her secret admirer instead. Ironic, he was her secret admirer. She was brought out of her thoughts when he started talking again.

"I wonder if you'd like me. I remember when we talked about what you'd do when you discovered who it was. Would you still give me a chance?"

Sure would.

"I really like you Danielle. Sounds weird actually saying it to you, knowing that you can't hear me."

Or so it seems!

"I wonder if I'll ever get the courage to tell you when you're awake."

Well, if you don't, I'll just jump you. How does that sound?

"I guess I'll just have to wait until you wake up." He leaned forward and took hold of her hand.

That's nice, really nice. WAKE UP! WAKE UP NOW! DANIELLE AURORA SUMMERS WAKE UP!

It didn't work. The rest of the night passed in silence. Well, Carson was silent. He actually fell asleep in his chair, still holding her hand. Danielle, however, had stopped yelling and had continued to think about the turn of events. She finally fell asleep about an hour after Carson.

Danielle awoke the next morning, confused. She looked over to where Carson had been before, only to find that he was not there. Then it hit her. She was AWAKE! She smiled, remembering what Carson had told her the night before. She stayed that way a moment before a thought hit her. What if it was a dream? What if it never happened? At that moment, Carson walked over to her.

"Danielle! You're awake!" He seemed relieved.

"Yep, sure am." She remembered the events that had put her in there in the first place. "Hey, do you know if they got my backpack?"

"Aye, they did. It's next to your bed." She went to get it, but he got there before she did. "There will be no moving for a few days. What do you need from here?"

"Well, first I need to know if they opened it?"

"No, it was brought in just after you were; David thought that you would want it when you awoke." He sat the bag down on the bed beside of her.

"Can you open it and take out what's inside? Please?"

"Sure." He opened it and a shocked looked came over his face. He lifted the ZPM from its resting place. "How did you get this?"

"Zumak didn't know that I put it in the bag before the meeting. It works."

"This is incredible. I'll page Doctor Weir." Danielle spent the rest of the day telling her story and resting. For a woman who had been out for almost three days, she was tired. Before she fell asleep, however, Danielle decided that she would confront Carson when she could walk.

Danielle got out three days later. Carson felt that her stitches would hold if she wanted to leave.

Anita and Genna had visited her several times during her stay in the Infirmary. She couldn't tell them of her plan or even what had happened because Carson could've overheard. She needed the day to perfect the plan, so she decided that she would tell them the next morning.

Night finally arrived; it was time. Danielle knocked on the door to Carson's office.

"Come in. Oh, hello Danielle. Is everything alright?" He was standing in front of his desk.

"Yes, everything's fine. I wanted to tell you something." She stepped inside of the room, closing the door behind her.

"Really? What?"

"I wanted to tell you before, but I was afraid that I was going crazy. You see, when I was unconscious, I could hear everything that went on." Oh shit. He tensed up. That was a good sign.

"Really? That's odd. Why do you think that?"

"I remember yelling, but you couldn't hear me. Nobody could. I couldn't see anything, but I could still hear. Just tell me, did Patty crack a joke the first night I was here about Cavanaugh and Jean?" Oh holy shit.

"Y-yes she did." Danielle had been walking toward him while she was talking and now stood around four steps away.

"So, it wasn't a dream?" he shook his head. "Okay." She took another step forward. "Then did you…" Another step. "Did that really happen?"

"Did what really happen?" His brain had stopped working three steps ago.

"Did you really say that… that you…" She couldn't finish the sentence, but took another step forward.

Carson couldn't answer. Hell, he couldn't breathe. He finally managed to nod his head.

"I thought so." She took a final step forward, closing the gap between them, and kissed him. He lost all coherent thought. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. After a minute or so of this, he pulled away.

"That was one hell of a chance." She just giggled and pulled him back to her. He was in heaven. He had hoped that she would give him a chance once she found out, but he never expected this. He couldn't think of a better way for it to happen.

As she lay in bed that night, Danielle realized it. Her life was falling into place, just as Anita's and Genna's had begun to do. Then she realized that she would have a story to tell them in the morning. She smiled and groaned at this thought. She would have a story to tell, but with a story came a million questions. Oh well, at least she had gotten her man.

A/N: Whatcha think? Review and tell me! I still have a few more chapters up my sleeve so don't give up on the story so soon! POLL: Who is your favorite Atlantis man?