A/N: Sorry fyd - no Ronon bit in this chap.. :P
Chapter 3:
As Teyla was being dragged away from John, she kept calling his name. Praying that he would be alright. He had looked so helpless, falling to the floor with blood streaming down his face.
Michael turned his head to look at her, turning her attention away from their cell. "Do not worry Teyla, after our 'session' you will be brought back to him," he told her, picking up the pace.
Teyla swallowed, and started struggling again. What was he planning? She did not want him to hurt her son, or any of her team mates. If she had only listened to John, and stayed on Atlantis, none of this would be happening.
The hybrids tightened their grip on her arms, and Teyla winced in pain. "Michael, please…" she started.
He ignored her, and kept on walking.
They had reached a door, and Michael opened it, revealing the room she had been in before, with the metal examination table.
Teyla could not prevent the gasp that escaped her when she saw the needle. Michael motioned to the hybrids to take her to the table, and they did as they were told.
The clamps were cold around her wrists, but not painful. Tight enough that she could not get her hands through them. She had tried before, as she did now, but the result was the same.
She closed her eyes for a moment, praying to the Ancestors that Colonel Carter had already sent a rescue team, and that they would be here any minute now.
Holding on to that hope, she opened her eyes again, Michael hovering over her.
"It is time for your second dose Teyla," he said, without any emotion visible on his face, or audible in his voice. This was not the same Michael that she had sparred with, talked with.
He would never be that same person again. And she thought of Ronon when she felt a pang of hate going through her. Never would she have thought capable of hating someone as purely as she did now. She had grown up with the Wraith, with the fear of being culled every day, and the fear of losing one of her people. But she had never hated them. Her father had taught her that it was wrong to hate someone. The Wraith did not have a choice; they either had to kill people, feed on them, or die themselves.
Michael though – he was selfish, and Teyla did not even know why he really did this. Did he still want her and the people of Atlantis to pay for what they did to him? Or did he just want her to pay? For betraying him. She decided to ask him again.
"Michael, I want to ask you something," she started, looking into his eyes. "Why are you doing this? I do not understand..."
Michael narrowed his eyes. "Like I said before, Teyla, I need your son," he answered, turning back to the console, activating it. He picked up the paddle attached to it, and held it over her bump.
Teyla shook her head, frowning. "There has to be another reason why you are doing this…" she paused, gasping in relief upon hearing her son's steady heartbeat. "This is my child that you are 'experimenting' on. A living being…" she pleaded, willing him to understand.
Michael was quiet for a moment, and Teyla held her breath, hoping that there was still that human part of him that would understand.
When he looked at her though – the emotion once again disappearing from his eyes, she gave up. He did not deserve her compassion, and when she got the opportunity, she would not hesitate to kill him.
She turned her head, looking at the screen for a moment, showing a three dimensional image of her son. They were still listening to the sound of his heartbeat – which made Teyla feel relieved, but also sad, because she knew Michael was about to inject her again, her son.
Michael turned off the monitor. "He is doing well, he will become very strong, and healthy," he said, reaching for the needle.
Teyla felt so helpless, knowing that she could not reason with Michael, and there was nothing that she could do to stop him from injecting her.
If only John was here. He was… but he was hurt, and captured himself, as were Ronon and Rodney.
She closed her eyes, stopping the flood of tears. She had to stay strong, and believe that they would be rescued, eventually.
Michael's fingernail tapping against the needle made her open her eyes again, though she could not bear to look when he slowly pushed the needle into her swollen stomach.
She had to bite her lip in an attempt not to cry out. It hurt so much, yet the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional hurt. This was hurting her son more than it was her, and that was what she regretted the most. If only she could protect her son… She would give her life to protect him, or take away his pain, and endure it herself. But she couldn't.
Michael pulled the needle out, emptied.
"You can return to your cell again Teyla. I will see you again tomorrow," he said.
She did not respond to him, acting calm.
The hybrids came back into the room; Teyla had not even noticed them leave. Michael pulled at the handle controlling the clamps and they popped open, freeing her.
This was her chance; the hybrids were still a few metres back.
She lunged at Michael as fast as she could, with speed to match Ronon's. He was caught off guard, and threw his arms up, trying to protect himself.
Teyla punched him – hard, and he went down, falling to the floor.
As soon as he landed, Teyla was next to him, punching him again, over and over.
She grabbed a scalpel of sorts of the table, and raised her arm, ready to stab it into his heart. To kill him once and for all.
Teyla tried to lower her arm, but found that she couldn't. The hybrids had arrived just in time, and one of them was gripping her wrist.
She tried to pull free, but she was violently pulled back. The hybrid that had pulled her away from Michael punched her in the face, and she stumbled backwards, wincing.
Michael screamed at his hybrid. "You fool! I told you not to hurt her!"
He'd stood up, and Teyla gained some satisfaction into seeing his bruised face, and bloody nose.
He was glaring at the hybrid, which took a step back, making some odd noises.
Michael's gaze focused on her, and she was surprised to see a slight smile on his face. He swiped at his nose, blood dripping from his hand. "I see you have not lost your spirit…" he said, motioning to his hybrids. "Sleep well Teyla, I will see you tomorrow."
She was restrained by the hybrids again, and dragged away from Michael.
The hybrids' hold on her had tightened, bruising her already sore upper arms. She had failed to kill Michael, but if she was given another chance, she would surely try again.
The halls were cold and damp, causing Teyla to shiver. Her cheek throbbed, and she was sure it would leave a bruise.
She did not struggle this time, anxious to get back to John as quickly as possible. Struggling would only delay that. They turned another corner, and the cell came into view.
Teyla did not see him standing by the door… was he still unconscious?
They got closer and closer, and she could see a leg on the floor. She swallowed, hoping that he was just sitting and resting.
Unfortunately, he was not.
They'd reached the cell, and John was still unconscious, spread across the cold floor.
The door was opened for her, and she practically ran to John, leaving the hybrids unable to shove her inside.
She kneeled down beside John, checking his pulse and breathing. She heard the cell door slam shut behind her, but she didn't bother to turn her head.
Sitting on the cold floor she lifted John slightly, moving him so that his head was lying on her lap. She tore a piece of fabric from her vest, and swiped the blood away from a cut on John's forehead.
It had stopped bleeding, and didn't appear too bad. But the fact that he had yet to wake up could not be good. He could have a concussion, and Teyla knew that when he woke up she had to keep him awake, or wake him every hour if he did fall asleep, to make sure he was still lucid.
She would have to wait for him to wake up on his own.
Teyla hoped that it would not take long, and she realised that she felt very tired herself. She felt feverish, cold and shivery yet hot at the same time.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she closed her eyes.
She fell into slumber quickly, her head falling against the wall. She was just so tired… she was only going to rest for a moment. When John woke up she would take care of him. Later…
A/N: Thanks for reading, and I hope you all liked this chapter! :D