Death and Destiny

A/n: Here's the next chapter! Sorry it took so long to update. I was on vacation with no Internet. Oo lol I've been waiting to do this chapter. It's mostly Rodney Vs. Roddy humor dialog. No real clify. Kind of like Rodney fighting with himself but not! Thoughts from Roddy are italicized as are Rodney's lines.

Alaas: Next has arrived! Finally right? lol

dinawen: Believe me, I plan on finishing this! ;)

quezovercoatl: Phone in car. An accident it wasn't but not what you'd think! ;)

Llanea: Yes, that was Rodney. Except he doesn't leak, he pores! Lol Rodney leaking though will come in later. Hint, Hint think 'Duet'. That is all I shall say. lol

Chapter: 10

"Q.E.D You're a Lier "

Then:

"Ding!" I say. "Time's up. What do you say? Let Johnny die a horrible and meaningless death , or let me go and he doesn't... Mmm. Decisions, decisions."

"Alright." Says Gen. Landry. "Men, stand down."

I smile at Landry. "See, I knew you'd make the right choice! You heard them John boy. This is our curtain call."

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I open the passenger door and shove John in the car. Then I go to the driver side and sit down. The car immediately starts when I get in.

John looks surprised because I didn't use a key. "How did you...?"

I smirk. "When you've been around as long as I have, you can learn all sorts cool Jedi mind tricks."

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"So," I say. "what am I going to do with you? You've helped as much as hurt my plan and seeing as how I'm no longer in the SGC and need a hostage, I have no farther use for you. However, I can't just leave you wandering the streets."

John scoffs. "Oh please, don't pretend that you care. It may have took me a while, but I Have noticed you're not Rodney."

"Well it took you longer than expected, but yeah I'm not Rodney. Though he's screaming in my head like you wouldn't believe."

I frown. "Kinda gives me a headache..."

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"Today's your lucky day, Johnny." I say as I untie him.

"What are you...?"

But I cut him off. "Here." I throw him the key's to Rodney's car. "Take it and don't look back." I say.

"But..." He says.

I reach in the car and pull out the gun. "I could always shoot you. It'll save me a whole lot of worry about this moment coming back and bitting me. Walk." I say.

"What about that price you were talking about."

I smirk and my eyes turn black. I know John sees it from the look of shock on his face. "It's a two-for-one deal."

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"Must have fell out of Rodney's pocket..." He picks it up reads the caller I.D.

Now Calling:

Sam W.

John looks at phone deciding weather or not he should answer it. "What the hell." he says and answers in the middle of the fourth ring.

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"Umm, no." I say. "My name is John Sheppard, but this is Rodney's phone... He left the car with me and the phone in the car. Don't think he meant too though..." He trails off.

"Oh, I'm Sam Winchester."

"Like the gun?"

"Yeah, like the gun. Any chance you might know when he'll be back?"

"Oh, I don't think he'll be back for a while. When I said 'he left the car with me' I should have said he left me at the car. Literally. Dropped me off here and took off."

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"Yeah, amazingly. And I know this might sound crazy but I know I saw his eyes turn black for a moment..."

Sam didn't say anything for a moment but when he did he sounded nervous

"Where are you now?"

"Umm, "Store-All storage complex just outside of Colorado Springs."

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"I think it's best we explain this in person."

"We?" John says.

"My brother and I. We'll be there in 10 minuets."

Now:

Denver, Colorado

A few hours later

I walk in to the room I'm staying in at The Oxford Hotel. Nice place, really.

'Now that I've got the SGC, the U.S military and John after me, I've had to make some... well, changes. For example, Rodney's hair, different colour. I dyed it black. I also went shopping, so I'm now wearing a black t-shirt with a unbuttoned long sleeve red button shirt over it. And who could forget the black leather duster, the black combat boots and last but not least, the black leather gloves.'

"What can I say? I'm a 'Buffy' fan. Though all in all not a bad look. Wouldn't you agree, Rodney?"

I sit in the chair and turn on the computer that comes standard to most rooms.

'Go to Hell.' he says

I laugh out loud at. "Been there, done that. Demon here, remember?"

'Oh, yes, how could I forget! And here I was wondering why I can't move my own body.'

"You are a most interesting host. As I'm sure you will provide me with hours of entertainment, though It's a shame you don't come with an 'off' button..." I think.

'Yes. Ha, ha, very funny. Now why don't you just do us both a favor and vacate my body.'

I laugh. 'Or you'll what? Bore me to death with your scientific explanations?'

'What was it that read a few years back? Oh, right. Demons, last time I checked will flinch in the God. But you gotta say it in Latin. Let me see, I think it was Deus.'

As soon as as Rodney said it my eyes went black and I put my hands to head in a futile attempt to stop the sudden headache I now have.

'That's not all. I can also take anything water, oil, and anything water you drink and turn it into Holy water or oil. Not sure if It'll work from up here, but it's worth a try. Oh, but wait, there's more. I could also refresh your memory on an exorcism. I already know it won't get you out of here, seeing as it needs to be spoken out loud, but I do bet it would hurt like hell. No pun intended. It kinda goes like this, Exorcizo te, omnis spiritus..."

"OK!" I yell out loud. "I get it, alright? But even if I COULD leave and I stress the word COULD, I can't." I say.

'What do you mean 'can't'. I pretty sure I don't know all the details on how demons leave their unwilling host...'

"It's actually..." I start but Rodney cuts me off.

'And I'm pretty sure I don't want to, but I can't imagine it being that hard.'

I give him an exasperated sigh, which is sort of weird seeing how it's directed at my self. "When I say I can't. I mean I physically can't. That device they used to bring you back prevents it. Believe me. I've tried. A lot."

Rodney snorts, which is again, weird. 'And I should believe you, because?'

"Because," I say. "It's the truth."

'Ha!' he says. 'I don't think you got the news flash, Roddy or maybe just hoping I didn't, but demon LIE

"I do tend to tell the truth when It benefits me."

'That maybe so, but I'm betting it doesn't benefit you often. Ergo means there is an 80 chance you'll lie, Q.E.D makes you a lier

"Although you may have a point, I can prove it." I say as I take out the small, silver device I stole from the lab back on Atlantis.

It's really small actually. I kind of look like a Nintendo DS and is about the same size. It opens just like a DS too, and reveals a duel scree that lights up and displays information. There are no buttons so I'm assuming, that like a DS it uses a touch screen.

Rodney looks at the device. 'Is that...?' He starts

"Yep." I say.

'I don't even want to know how you got that.'

I started to open my mouth.

'No, seriously. I don't want to know. Now let me get a closer look at the device.'

"Rodney, you're holding the thing. I don't think you can get any closer than that." I sigh.

'Shut up. The outer inscriptions is in Latin. It says, "To know yourself, you must first understand others." Huh. Wonder what that means...'

I was about to respond but then something occurred to me. "Wait, you know Latin?" I say.

'Like English. Why?'

"No reason. Just interesting. But anyway the text, keep reading."

"Beware, for your price to pay. Your price for life is to habitum," to possess or be possessed, "by pravus spiritus." Roughly translated as 'evil spirit'.'

"Yeah..." I say.

'Oh... Evil spirit, demon...'

"Yeah." I say again. "Continue, it gets better."

"And debeo," or bound "by veneficus." Loosely translated as ' wizard', 'witch' or a 'caster of spells'. In other words, magic... Oh, that's bad.' He says as the words sink in.

"Once again, yeah. I'll tell you what though. I'll make you a deal." I say.

'Oh, I can't wait! Let's hear it.' He says sarcastically.

"If you'd let me finish, I can explain a way out that can benefit us both. What would you say if I told you that I will help you help me."

Rodney thought for a second. 'I would say what's the catch.'

"No catch. I don't want to be here any more than you want me here. No offense."

'None taken, but how do I know you're telling the truth?'

"You don't." I say. "You're just gonna have to trust me."

'Trust you!' He says. 'This from the demon who kill someone, kidnapped my best friend, and threatened to kill him!'

"Hey! That not ALL true." I say. "I let John Boy go! A decision I made of my own free will, as I recall."

That got Rodney's attention. 'Not that I'm complaining or anything, but why did you let him go?'

"Some people," I say. "are better alive."

'So the guy in the 'Gate room...?' he trails off.

"People are easier to search when their dead."

'What? You're not making any sense. You j...' I cut him off.

"Neither do you, but you don't see me trying to figure you out. What about the deal? You help me get out of here, no exorcisms, and you'll get you body back. Sounds like a win-win to me. What do you say?"

'I can't believe I'm even considering this...'

"Hey, you're a desperate person, I'm a desperate demon, we're both desperate! Different species granted, but really what have you got to loose? I'm sure you know someone who can help."

'Fine and yes, I do know someone who can help, but try anything and it'll be Latin incantations 24/7 for the rest of your natural, unnatural, and supernatural life.'

"Got it." I say.

A few seconds later, Rodney speaks.

'I suck at threats, don't I?'

"No, that was pretty good."

'Did you believe it?' he asked.

"...Um, yes?" I say, not quite sure how to respond to that question.

'I hate you.'

"Hate is a strong word."

'I hate you.' he repeats.

"OK, well got that. Though I do prefer the term 'dislike' better. 'Hate' is a word in the deepest circle of hell, reserved for betrayers and mutineers. I'd like to think I'm not there yet."

'I...' I cut him off.

"Yes, I know you hate me. Can we please move on?"

'Actually, I was going to say; I think you need to make a call.'

"Oh. A call?"

'Yes, a call. Now find my cell phone.'

"Cell phone?"

'What are you, a parrot? Cell phone, small device, has little numbers on it capable of making calls?'

"I know what a cell phone is, Rodney!" I snapped. "What I'm trying to say is I don't have it."

'What? Why? Where is it?'

"One question at a time and I gave it to Johnny...'

'No, you didn't.'

"Yes, I did."

'I was there the whole time and did not give my cell to Sheppard.'

"Well, I didn't as much as give it to him as I really left it with him. In your car."

'My phone.'

"Yes."

'You left my brand new black Moto Razor phone with John?'

"Yep." I say.

'You're a genius.'

"I know."

'That was sarcasm.' he says.

"I got that."

'Could you just call the bloody phone!'

I smirk. "Just so we're clear, I'm calling your phone?"

'Yes.' he grinds out.

I pick up the phone and dial the number and the phone starts to ring.

Ring Ring

"Hello?"

T.B.C...