Okay, I changed the 14 wraith ships to 4 ships. Random number. I should probably think before putting random numbers in.
Also... this chapter is a bit short and rushed. Been very busy recently.
Ch4:
Aimee's Perspective
"Wait! What's happening?" I followed dad, dodging an annoyed looking marine with a lunch tray. Dad shook his head, looking worried.
"We have to get to the gate room,"
"But…"
I almost had to jog to keep up with him, his white doctor's coat billowing behind him. My guards followed closely behind me, and I noticed they both had one hand on their guns. And that's when I realized… everyone was acting so… nervous around me, like they were scared of me and not doing a very good job of hiding. Or, like that one guy, Ronan or whatever, looked as if they wanted to strangle me every time I got near them.
Something… weird is going on here; but I just can't out my finger on what it is.
"Dad, at least tell me what's going on!"
Dad glances back at me, sorrow clouding his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Aimee, I can't." And he sounds genuinely sorry, but it's as if he has to force himself to say my name, as if he has to think to remember it.
And that hurts, because, you know, he's my dad.
Carson's Perspective
When he got to the gate room, things were getting pretty chaotic and out of control.
"You brought her?" Sheppard asked, looking over past Carson.
"It's her fault! She brought them here!" Ronan snarled, immediately pointing his gun at her, eyes narrowed in suspicion, or, accusation.
"Wait," Teyla gently touched his arm, "She has no memory of her past life, among them"
"Oh, I think she does. She's just lying. Probably talking with her little wraith friends right now," Ronan continued.
Carson sighed. Teyla had let it slip. She'd said past life among them. Aimee's face was filled with confusion, and her eyes darted anxiously back and forth from person to person; some pitying, some accusing like Ronan, others not even caring, just focusing on their various computer screens, monitoring the wraith's progress.
"I'm sorry if I did something wrong," She said, hesitant, "But I don't know what you're talking about."
"Aye. We only just got here." Carson added, for some reason feeling the odd need to stand up for her.
"Four wraith ships. What more do you need to know?" McKay snapped, fingers pausing for a split second from tapping on his laptop.
"We have no power for shields or weapons, and if we lifted the cloak then they'd know that we're still down here, very much alive," Dr. Weir said turning towards Carson.
"And what does this have to do with me, or, actually, Aimee?"
"I've come up with a plan," McKay interrupted, and was about to continue when one of the other people in the room called,
"We're getting a signal! They're trying to communicate with us!"
The room was dead silent, all eyes turning towards Dr. Weir.
"Let's hear what they have to say, and then we'll know whether to respond or not."
Another silence and then-
"We know you're still down there. Give us back what is rightfully ours, and we will spare Lieutenant Ford's life. Respond in the next hour, or you will hear his screams as he dies."
Silence again, while all waited for the shock to sink in.
"Ford!" Sheppard groaned.
"What should we do?" Teyla asked, "And what did he mean when he said 'give us back what is rightfully ours'?"
"He meant, the wraith," Ronan snarled, "And I say we hand her over."
"Hold on! I'm not a wraith!" Aimee protested, though nobody heard her, all arguing loudly.
This may be the only good chance we have to get Ford off the enzyme!" Sheppard started, turning towards Weir, who sighed and looked at Carson.
"We need to think this through. We are not handing her over. We're not going to reveal our position to the wraith. And we'll try to get Lieutenant Ford back, though he is a security risk."
Aimee stepped forward.
"I'm not a wraith."