A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Hope and MrsB - thanks for the help guys!
Chapter 2:
Rodney had fallen asleep the moment the sun went down, and he had slept ever since.
Ronon sighed when he started snoring again. Loudly – very loudly… Ronon got up and pushed him over, using his foot. Rodney grumbled in his sleep, closed his mouth, and rolled over.
Luckily, he didn't start snoring again.
Thinking about John and Teyla seemed to be the only thing that Ronon was capable of tonight. Worrying for them… and his hatred for Michael seemed to grow more every second.
When he got out of here, he was going to kill that Wraith once and for all. He should've done it a long time ago – but better late then never.
His hands itched to get his hands on Michael, to make sure he would pay for everything he'd ever done to them.
If Teyla did not make it out of here alive and reasonably unharmed, he would never forgive himself, and he knew that Sheppard wouldn't either. They had come here to save her, and instead of doing that, they had been captured as well. How incredibly stupid – Ronon suppressed the urge to hit something – anything…
Rodney mumbled something in his sleep about the mattress, that it was terrible. He didn't wake up though. Good, it would save him the agonising hours of waiting and worrying.
xxxxx
John shook his head, and blinked a couple of times. He'd almost fallen asleep again, and he couldn't let that happen. If Michael or his hybrids came for them, then he wanted to be able to protect Teyla. Or try to at least.
She had stayed asleep, and was still snuggled up against him. Her cheeks felt warm to the touch, and John knew she was burning up. He supposed that her body was reacting to whatever it was that Michael had injected her with.
John's stomach complained again, loudly. He hadn't eaten since he'd left for the mission, which was about 12 hours ago. He did have a power bar with him, but he was saving that for Teyla. She would need it more than him.
The morning light had started to creep through the bars of the tiny window in their cell. It wasn't even wide enough for John to put his leg through, so there was no way they could escape through there.
As it was getting lighter, John tried to get a good look at Teyla. She didn't have any wounds on the outside – not that he could see anyway. And even though that was a relief, John was still worried about her.
He touched her forehead again, and her cheeks. It seemed that her temperature had risen even more in the last couple of minutes. She frowned a little, turning her head to the side. John's hand retreated, not wanting to disturb her sleep.
If Teyla wasn't using him as a pillow right now, he would be pacing – trying to calm his nerves.
xxxxx
Michael looked at the full syringe lying on the table, another dose for Teyla's child. To make sure it had its desired effect he had to administer it to Teyla every day.
He called 3 of his hybrids, heading towards Teyla's cell. 3 should be enough. When he had gone to Ronon and Rodney's cell he had taken 4 of his hybrids with him, because he had seen what Ronon was capable of. Not that the Colonel was not dangerous, but still – Ronon was even more unpredictable.
The halls were cold and dark, a few flickering lights present, providing barely enough light to see where you were going.
xxxxx
John gasped when he heard the footsteps again – this time closer than they had been before. Were they coming for them, or perhaps only for Teyla?
John looked down at Teyla's sleeping face, cheeks flushed – and her eyes moving rapidly under her eyelids. He didn't want to wake her, but he had no choice.
He shook her carefully, whispering her name. She frowned a little, and tried to usher him away, to continue on sleeping.
John shook her a little harder this time, and her eyes opened slightly. She didn't look very happy, and it took her a moment to get her bearings.
She groaned, her hands cupping her head. "Why did you wake me?" she asked, whispering.
"Teyla, I'm sorry – but I think Michael's coming," he warned.
That got her attention, her eyes widening. She sat up quickly, groaning again when the motion caused her head even more agony.
John grimaced, feeling sorry for her. Now that she was finally sitting on her own, he could stand up again. He stretched his legs for a moment, before carefully making his way to the cell door.
He could see some shadows on the walls, heading their way. The shadows didn't look like normal human forms, but bigger – different. He could hear them talking now.
Michael's voice, giving them commands.
John heard Teyla saying something, and he turned to see her standing up, leaning heavily against the stone wall. He made his way to her, supporting her. She accepted his help gratefully.
"Michael?" she whispered.
He nodded. "Yeah, with 3 of his hybrids, I think," he answered. "Teyla?"
She turned her head, looking at him questionably. "You stay back, ok? I'll handle this," he said, hoping that she'd understand his concern for her.
She didn't answer right away, taking a moment to think first. Then, slowly, she nodded. "Alright," she answered. "But, please John; I do not want you to get hurt."
"Don't worry about me," he said. "After everything we've been through, there's no way I'm letting that bastard kill me," he promised.
Teyla nodded, praying that all of this would be over soon. That they would all be safe.
The hybrids came into view first, and then, Michael. He commanded one of the hybrids to open the cell door, and stepped inside when it did.
"Teyla," he greeted. "I see that you have finally awoken."
Teyla opened her mouth to answer him, but John squeezed her hand slightly, and she kept her mouth shut.
"What do you want Michael?" John asked, his stance threatening.
"That is none of your concern Colonel," he answered, his gaze shifting to Teyla.
Teyla's eyes widened and she stepped back a little further, her arms coming around her stomach. John stepped forward, in front of Teyla – and Michael sighed.
"Do you really think that you will be able to protect her, Colonel?" he asked.
John narrowed his eyes. "I'm sure as hell not gonna let you take her without a fight," he answered, stepping forward once again.
"John," Teyla whispered, gripping his arm.
John ignored her, and stepped forward even further.
Michael shook his head disapprovingly, and made a signal with his hand. Two of his hybrids stepped forward immediately, and advanced upon John.
One of them swung his 'arm' towards John, and he ducked at the last moment, though not in time to see the arm of the other one. He staggered backwards when it came into contact with his head. His vision went blurry, and he could hear Teyla yelling something from what sounded like miles away.
When he got kicked in his stomach, he was sure he felt a couple of ribs breaking, and he fell to the ground hard, hitting his head on the way down again.
The two hybrids stepped back, satisfied that he posed no further threat. As they did so, he saw the third one advancing on Teyla.
Teyla's expression changed from afraid into anger when she saw him lying on the floor, blood on his face.
She kicked the hybrid – hard, hitting his kneecap. It staggered to the side, and screeched in pain. John heard Michael cursing, and yelling at the other two.
They moved towards Teyla at the same time, and managed to duck Teyla's arm swinging at them. Both of them grabbed a hold on her upper arms, and dragged her away from the wall. She struggled with all of the strength she had left, but they were just too strong for her.
John tried to get up, calling Teyla's name, but his arms felt like Jell-O, and refused to cooperate with him. The black spots in his vision increased, until he saw nothing more.
He heard Teyla's cries coming from the hall, and then the door slamming shut. Pain shot through his skull because of the sound, and he welcomed the darkness, where he wouldn't feel the pain – or the guilt.
TBC!
A/N: Well, this took me a while! Sorry. I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I hope you guys like what I've written in this chapter. Thanks for all of the reviews for chapter 1! :D