Rodney McKay. Directly after chapter 2.

It was propally the worst time ever to have a Hypoglycemic reaction. But then everything seemed to be going to hell today. Actually hell was a good description of my life now. I tried to focus on John's blurry face. He had just asked something. It was important. Very Very important.

I just forgot what it was.

I mean he can't expect anyone to take anything he says seriously when his hair is sticking in all different direction in a total gravity defying bubble. Bubbles. I like Bubbles. I had always liked bubbles with all their clearness and shininess. But then Piano's were shiny too. At least most of them. I had always thought that I played better on shiny pretty piano's then dull boring piano's.

But then I had played mostly based on my feelings. The music being my outlet for the hurt or anger, Only once it had been happiness that I played to... The sound of joyful laughter had been floating down the long hallways, the unusual smile of pure joy written on my piano teachers pale face. I could almost see her there her bright expression highlighted by the intelligent green that shone beneath her long eyelashes.

She had been getting married. I had tried to convince her otherwise saying that it was always after you got married that everything fell apart. I had thought that of experience. She had convinced me otherwise though, the happiness that radiated off her was deceiving. I had been so honored when she asked me to play the piano at her wedding. I had been so happy for her.

However, It had seemed that my first assumption was correct because she died shortly after the wedding.

Now that I think about it, it wasn't directly after my piano teacher died that I completely lost my edge. Though that played the major part, the final straw however had been seeing her husband's reaction. I could still remember the silent tears that fell from his glossy brown eyes. His usually brave and kind face crumbling as he muttered in a broken voice, "Don't worry dear Christy, he won't get away from this"

He had died shortly after that, two gunshots in his chest.

I had learned a hard lesson that day. Any attempt to make things better only destroyed what you had. That grief-stricken husband's need for revenge had gotten him killed. I had tried to give Collins life meaning, stop his death from being meaningless, look where that got me…

Wait… where did that get me? Why couldn't I concentrate? Where was I? Where was John? Hadn't I just been talking to him? What is this bittersweet metallic taste? Why couldn't I breathe properly? Why did all the oxygen suddenly disappear? Why is my mouth numb? Why is the sand scarlet? What was that annoying voice calling my name? Who was calling my name? Why can't I breathe? Was that blood or water or citrus-water that I was swallowing?

WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?

My heart pounded in my chest so hard and fast that my whole body shook. I felt so cold, yet could still feel the sweat rolling off me in waves. It was a strange feeling, a strange horrible panicking feeling. A soft but strong voice broke through the mist of my mind, "Relax, Rodney" Followed by the sound of Velcro opening.

"Here eat this" The familiar voice shoved something salty into my lips along with some water.

A few minutes later I found myself looking into a pair of sharp hazel eyes.

"There we go, Rodney, let me see those baby blue's" John encouraged with his usual cocky grin. He helped me sit up and that was just to much effort. As soon as I managed it, I fell against my teammate and fell into blissful darkness.

John Sheppard.

I slowly shifted till I was laying on the ground, propped up against a rock. Rodney's head slid from my shoulder to the crook of my neck, his skin was soaked in sweat, but I didn't mind. I also didn't mind that his ragged and loud breathing was sounding right beside my ear, though it was unnerving.

I had missed all the signs. I had pushed my own teammate past the breaking point. He didn't even trust me anymore and I couldn't blame him. Oh god I was so stupid, So demanding, Such a mean-

"Sheppard? McKay?" the deep voice of Ronan called, interrupting my thoughts and Reminding me that we had left Teyla and Ronan somewhere up the hill.

"Down here" I whispered, knowing that he couldn't hear me, but not wanting to risk waking Rodney up. Then I had an idea and whispered into the radio, "This is Sheppard, were down the hill, you can come down, but be quiet."

I glanced at Rodney and saw that he was completely limp, his pale face even paler then normal and coated in sweat. I decided that, despite the huge sunken dark circles that hung under his eyes and the sneaking suspicion that he hadn't slept in ages, he needed to eat something. Those tablet things didn't last forever and he had just had a reaction so he needs something to eat.

I opened my vest pocket and pulled out a power bar, before slowly and carefully reaching for his vest pocket. He grabbed my arm before I could reach the pocket. His fingers were surprisingly strong, no doubt from typing at a computer so much. But what scared me was his eyes, the usual clear blue was clouded with hatred and anger. The eyes softened a half a second later, as he recognized me. I couldn't help but wonder who he had thought I was. "It's me Rodney, you need to eat something."

He grabbed the power bar from my hand and devoured it in seconds. Then his hands went sharply to his neck and he said, "Uh oh"

I was instantly on guard, my P-90 raised and my feet planted firmly on the ground. But then a sharp pain filled my neck and as my hands went to my neck I felt something plastic there. I pulled it out as saw that it was a trank, right before the world went black and I felt myself begin to fall.

I didn't feel myself hit the ground.

I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in forever, but I was randomly attacked by some dangerous plot bunnies. Which lead to the Stargate Atlantis Fanfic 'Blood and Ashes' It's much darker toned then this and this story has a few low dark tones, and am really surprised that I have such evil plot bunnies…

Anyways, My sincerest apologies for taking forever on such a short chapter. And leaving you yet another cliffie… I promise to update more frequently on this story… and that I will try to make the chapters longer. Now I'll talk about where this story is going. The main plot is surfacing now and soon you'll meet the official 'bad guy' of this story. And guess what it's not who you think it is… who is it you ask?... you'll just have to keep reading to find out...

A new poll is on my profile about who you think the bad guy is, but one of the answers is correct so it is like a spoiler! So if you don't like spoilers then don't read it or answer it. Remember all reviews, favorites, and follows encourage me to write faster. ~Leopardfang