Chapter 4 When you realize the truth.

Rodney McKay Pov. Three hours after chapter 3.

Memories are strange things. Strange Evil things. They steal away all your locked away secrets and your guilty conscience and bend it to their will, using it against you in your weakest moments. They come with faces that you wish you never knew, and places you wish you never were. They taunt you with things you could never have and things you lost long ago. They bring with them feelings that you thought you have buried deep, Feelings of guilt and anger and pain.

Flashes burst in front of my eyes.

My brother lying dead on the bathroom floor, a needle still in the crook of his arm, his usually bright green eyes dull and lifeless. "Danny!" I had called over and over, falling to my knees and rocking softly while silver tears rolled off my cheeks. My father had come in, the pain of his wife's death still lurking in the haunted depths of those eyes that used to be such a clear and sharp blue, that had been reduced to nothing but a dull and devastated blue-grey that was clouded in the need for revenge.

Honestly, It had scared me to see my once perfect family fall apart. I had trusted my parents before all of this. I had trusted my father to hold me when I cried and protect me from pain. So of course when my father screeched, 'THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT' at the top of his lungs I had believed him. Believed that it was my fault that my mother was dead, Believed that it was my fault that my brother killed himself, Believed it was my fault that my father became a drunk, Believed that I deserved to be punished.

"McKay?"

Someone just had to interrupt my thoughts didn't they? I was trying to think about something quite serious and then some voice just interrupts me like that. How rude-

"McKay?"

There it goes again, annoying me when I'm trying to inner rant. How absolutely rude, do I interrupt when someone is trying to think? No I-

"Rodney?"

I barely stopped a inhuman growl from escaping my throat. Because my throat is burning and my head is pounding and my ears are ringing and my-

"Come on, Rodney, let me see those baby blues"

I finally recognize the voice as John's, Even though John never calls me Rodney. Why would now be any different. Is he injured? At the prospect of John being injured my eyes jolt open and I see… that the world is still spinning. Just my luck. The next thing I realize is that…

"John, you look like shit."

His black hair is sticking out in all directions, not just up but to the side and the front, While his face is coated in mud and dirt. His lips pull up into a lopsided grin, that looks like a smirk and a smile at the same time. I hate that smile. It usually means something bad is about to happen-

"Well, you look worse. Now eat this"

There he goes interrupting my thoughts again. Even though I still grab for the power bar that hangs from his hands. I'm not really hungry but John keeps staring at me with this look that screams, 'You-better-eat-that'. I sigh dramatically and wince when sharp pain jolts through my chest. "Ow" I mutter unconsciously.

John gets this look of concern and worry and guilt. So I unconsciously find myself reluctantly pulling the silver wrapper away from the bar and taking a small bite. It tastes like the best thing I've ever eaten. It isn't even my favorite flavor, yet it tastes better than an Oreo Blizzard. I manage to devour the whole rest of the bar in a matter of seconds and when I look back at John he looks like he is about to laugh his head off. Uh-oh.

"You ate the wrapper!"

"What?"

I look down and see that the wrapper has magically disappeared, but I didn't eat it. Did I? My belly growls and I realize that I might have actually eaten the wrapper.

"Do you want another?" John has the concerned look again so I grab the other power bar and carefully peel of the wrapper before eating the bar much slower than I ate the other one.

After I finish I'm glad to see that the world has stopped spinning. For now anyway. I look around at my surroundings Seeing that I was in a small dark room. The room had tan walls and a single lone bed with moth-eaten sheets.

"OH SHIT!"

My voice was a unbelievable shriek at the top of my lungs. That seemed to vibrate through my chest with so much effort that I found myself with a sore throat and an aching chest. My head dropped and my eyes dropped to the floor, trying to ignore the fact that John was trying to get my attention.

The door opened and my gaze met some shiny black combat boots. My gaze raised to meet dark brown eyes framed by shiny black hair. My heart caught in my throat. My eyes widened.

I slowly stepped backward. John's warm hand grabbed my wrist and he stepped forward, shoving me behind him. I let him, still in disbelief from the fact that Hawk was actually standing in front of me. She brought a hand up. I flinched involuntarily, trying my hardest to stop the small tremble from my voice as I muttered, "S-stay away from me H-Hawk"

Hawk smiled while John's lips pulled into a primal growl. I had never seen such a unreigned expression come from John. Spit was actually flying from his mouth as he snarled like a dog. I had never seen him this furious and protective in my life.

John Sheppard Pov.

It was all I could do not to start strangling her. I didn't actually know who she was, but I did know one thing, that I had never seen Rodney this scared. I had never seen such terror cloud his usually clear blue eyes, Never seen Rodney McKay so afraid.

Honestly the rush of feeling scared me. Never before had such a possessive and protective feeling take over my rational thought. Then there was the rage. I had only wanted to kill someone once before, and that was Kolya when he was trying to kill Elizabeth, and then I had refrained to a single shot in the shoulder instead of a million in the head, and then I had been calm. But this was different. This time there was no hesitation when I growled and spit like a caged animal, Nothing but the fact that I had to be alive to help Rodney stopping me from trying to strangle her then and now.

Hawk clucked her tongue and followed my movements with her gun, Which I recognized as my P-90. Hawk began to speak, her voice was oddly soft and strong at the same time, like a little girl singing a lullaby, "Hello, little Robin. You gave Jay quite a scare. That she's paying for by the way. You should have seen her, so trusting that you had the strength to save her." She laughed, a cold heartless laugh, "Looks like she was wrong. Oh and look, you got a little guard dog."

With each word Rodney stiffened even more, until he was practically seething with fury. Uh oh. He lunged forward and his fist caught her cheek. She jolted backward in surprise as he used a roundhouse kick into her stomach. 'I guess Rodney was learning from Ronan'. She stumbled before lashing out her ankle into the path of his feet, causing him to stumble and fall backwards, onto his hindquarters.

I pulled Rodney upward and then stood in front of him. Hawk smirked and ignored me, instead speaking to Rodney who had begun to creep up until he was beside me. "You haven't told him have you? You haven't told him about how you murdered your-"

"SHUT UP" Rodney screeched.

Hawk clicked her tongue. "Now, Now, Now. You know that I can kill Jay anytime I want. I suggest that you shut that ugly little mouth of yours."

Rodney froze, his blue eyes widening. He ever so slowly hanged his head and said, "I will be silent, Hawk"

Hawk smiled, though it looked like a mix of a grimace and a smirk. Then Rodney did something surprising, he slowly bent at the waist into a bow, his right arm across his stomach. His eyes stayed on Hawk the whole time, but when he straightened his fingers wrapped around my wrist almost as if seeking comfort.

Rodney's next words spitted hatred and rage, but they chilled me to the bone.

"I surrender"

But then a soft voice interrupted us, and I saw a women. She was older than me and Rodney, yet she still looked surprisingly young. Her long hair was shiny and spun in beautiful golden curls. Her dark blue eyes shone with intelligence and excitement. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the darkness but when her pale lips pulled back I saw that blood speckles her white teeth.

"Sweetie, didn't I teach you to stand up for yourself"

Rodney froze, jerking his hand away from my wrist. His voice was dull and without emotion as he whispered in oddly quiet voice to the smaller blonde women.

"Mother?"

I really am sorry that it took so long to update. I know what your doing- rolling your eyes and saying 'Just shut up and write the next chapter'- But I really do need to apologize. All of you awesome readers waiting patiently for my next chapter, only to be majorly disappointed when it takes me THREE WHOLE WEEKS for a EXTREMELY SHORT CHAPTER. Okay maybe I exaggerated that fact, in the fact that people would be patiently waiting for this story, I know it's not that good. Anyways the reason that I haven't updated in so long is for some reason, my wonderful spell-check has been acting up lately -Grr Microsoft- and that along with a vacation over Christmas and then coming back and being shoved back into school and archery. But that is not the only reason. I had the worst thing happen to me, all my precious plot bunnies ran away leaving me with a severe case of Writer's block. And I mean horrible. Three whole weeks and I had one new idea. Isn't that harsh, Karma bites. Anyways now I'll stop apologizing and fishing needlessly for sympathy, not that I want any I'm just rambling here.

I just realized that I keep saying 'Anyways' a bunch of times every chapter… hmm… that's odd.

Anyways, Look I said it again on accident! But don't really feel like fixing it. Back to the point, You know Reviews and Favorites and Follows motivate me… I'll hopefully update soon ~Leopardfang