A/N: Sorry y'all I really had to change the warning due to this part of the story. It's rather dark…a little too dark to merit a Teen rating. Don't worry it gets better. From here starts the section leading up to the rape portion. I don't describe it in detail but you get the picture enough. You've been warned.

Brief Beta'er: Sliverofwingless

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Going Commando

Tragedy – Part 7

By Lady Valmar

1:20 am

Lorne's team made it to the entrance of level 4 but rubble was blocking them from entering it. Signaling to a few men on his team, he had them slowly remove it. As they hefted rocks and debris away from the entrance, his team froze as they heard a sound down the same hallway they had come from. Swinging his P-90 around, Lorne and his men shined their flashlights down the hallway.

Relief made them relax their weapons. It was Ronon and Teyla alongside.

"Major?"

"We ran across a little bump in the road," said Lorne, pointing to the rubble behind him. "Security team 2 found your Athosian."

Teyla nodded. "I left my com open in case…"

"I had a feeling he wasn't going to wait," Lorne said, nodding to Ronon.

Ronon quickly put his gun away to help lift some heavy rocks from the entranceway. They were getting through slowly but it wouldn't be long before they got through.

Teyla pitched in and prayed when they found Sheppard, he wasn't dead. Ancestors please… She thought, before lifting up another rock.

2:00 am

Bursts of pain and light filled his head as he choked on the gag. She was finished but he wasn't. Struggling to spit out the gag he found his voice.

"Fine why are you doing this?" asked Sheppard, his voice sounded weak.

Tossing her hair over one shoulder, she sat the red stained whip on the table. "Because I know what it's like to be taken and beaten to the stretch of my limits. I know what it's like to feel like no one cares. I know what it's like to be desired for I was once desired…I'm not stupid! I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING!"

Sheppard stared. "Are you on something…we can get you help you know…"

Her hand came down on his face abruptly. The sting and the renewed bleeding of his wound made him wince. He shifted his weight, trying to ease the sore muscles in his legs. Though they should have been the last thing on his mind, he kept wondering when was help going to arrive.

There is really something wrong with her. He thought. The sedative had finally wore off enough that the pain began to intensify. God those whip marks stung. The knife wounds and his poor hair weren't the least of it. He hoped there would a good ending at least for him. Like her being tossed out an open window. He couldn't help it. He hated her almost as much as Koyla and that was saying something.

Kicking the table with her foot she glared at him. "Because… never understood me and... Don't you even care to realize…arghhhh…"She clenched her head and began to struggle, swinging herself back and forth.

She wasn't making any sense to him. Something about the way she screamed at her head for it to get out, made him think she was a Gou'ld. She had to be.

Once the throes of whatever she had gone through subsided she strode over to stand in front of him. Crouching down, she lifted his chin up and pulled the gag off his neck. "There are some things John that even the Gou'ld don't understand right John?"

2:30 am

After pushing to get the rocks cleared away, they had finally made it through. They were so close. Lorne and his team approached cautious. They didn't want to startle their target. Who knew what he or she might do?

Ronon had his weapon out even before they started moving forward. He gave the Major a nod before he followed along side.

Making quick work of the lengthily hallway, they made it to the first of the lab compartments. Carefully they stepped over more debris and broken up wall pieces. This section of Atlantis had fared the worst wear and tear.

Ignoring the few new arrivals such as a spider and a small mammal, which looked much like a squirrel, the team came to a locked door. It was solid and thick. They would need to use something explosive in nature to gain access.

Backing up, Lorne had one of the team members, a Lt. Rodrigez, use one of the charges he took along, on the door.

After Ronon, Teyla and the team covered themselves, he pushed the button.

An explosion of dust, chunks and various blackened, metal, shards flew out slamming against the sides of the wall, the ceiling and floor. Lorne checked to make certain the doorway was clear before they moved forward. It was at lab compartment, row 3 that they heard someone screaming. It was Sheppard's voice.

2:35 am

"Get off of me!" screamed Sheppard, as she began wiggling her fingers on his side. Finding he couldn't stand it anymore he began to laugh. But as soon as she had heard his first laugh, she dug her nails into his arm, making him scream.

It was confusing. He couldn't stop laughing but he could feel the pain too. Instead he found himself making a strange screaming sound. A splice between laughter and pain. "I…don't…know…what…your…expecting from me!"

"How can you not know?" she screamed into his ear, ceasing her tickling. "Tell me how does it feel to be in pain? Does it hurt? Does it make you want to hurt me? Hurt me…hurt me…ahh…"

She clutched her ears this time and shivered for awhile before standing up straight, a vicious grin on her face.

Was it a case of mistaken identity? He doubted that. What was it she was trying to do…well besides injuring him?

She moved back away from him. "I'm going to make you feel so much pain you won't be able to stand it. This kind of pain you won't forget easily and it will make you shrivel up into nothing. I'm going to make it so you never forget that men can..."

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" he screamed. He had tried to keep cool, to just give his team as much time to find him but he couldn't take this anymore. What was the point of all of this? To make him miserable?

"Your cooperation…nothing more," she replied, her voice snake like. "Cruelty has many forms Sheppard. The physical aspect is just one of its many tools. I find your pain delightfully satisfying. She killed him. What do you think? Jadcrul. He wasn't high-ranking but he did his duty and now he is dead. He was mine to kill. MINE! All mine…mine, mine, MINE!"

Spitting on his face, she grabbed the knife from the table behind her and yanked his boots off his feet. "You friends are no doubt close to finding us but I guarantee they won't get very far…"

Sheppard looked over at her to see tears rolling down her face. "I don't know what happened to you or who this Jadcrul is or what your going through okay. Go ahead and blame me if you want but whatever he did to you, or the Gou'ld did to you, torturing me will not make your hurt go away."

"I…sorry…you don't understand …the prisoner is now in charge and I am captive…please help me…" she cried, returning to her bag to retrieve something.

He had thought he'd almost reached her but when she turned around, the cold, heartless tone had returned.

"You know Sheppard, I wouldn't mind taking you as a host. In fact I might even enjoy it but for now I'm going to have to take what I can get. Soon enough though, I won't need to be a Gou'ld to get what I want. Those experiments and the DNA I've gained from your mind will help me…"

"What?" replied Sheppard. He didn't really care, but he was stalling for as much time as possible.

"Oh of course you don't know do you…I've found a way with just that small amount of the knowledge…well that and the samples I was able to sneak away from the infirmary…to ah gain immortality and strength…without becoming a Wraith. You see, unlike my former captor, I've been working to find Jacrul. I was so close but soon enough he left his former host for a Colonel. I followed him until he went to Atlantis. I don't think I need to explain everything…"

"So this is revenge?" asked Sheppard, laughing slightly, as he clenched his eyes. He was sweating and the wounds were stinging from it.

"In a way yes…but instead I've learned so much more since coming here. I know torturing you won't change things but just the same…how can I make you mine when you won't submit?"

"Your insane!" shouted Sheppard suddenly. "I think you've had one too many snakes in the brain or something…"

Before he could continue, he felt the gag being stuffed back into his mouth. "Maybe…I am…but I bet you will never forget me…nor anybody else…not after this…" Pulling a clear syringe from behind her back, she shook it in front of his face.

"My little cocktail or Margarita…doesn't matter what you call it but it will make you immobilized just long enough for me to have my way with you. You'll feel it all but be unable to do anything to stop me."

Looking up at her, he still wanted to fight, to believe she was going to get it when his team got there but already it had been how many hours? Of course he felt bad for the host but it seemed more like the woman had been insane even before the Gou'ld had taken her.

Her hands snaked around his arm, as he tried to jerk free but it was useless, she inserted the syringe in and he felt his head getting fuzzy. As he felt himself go limp, it was strange his limbs wouldn't move… Whatever she had given him had somehow made him stiff. At least he could move his eyes.

When he thought about it though, maybe being awake for this was not such a good thing.

2:50 am

They had neared the last compartment and row. Room C or rather it was called Deck C for some reason. It had been chalked in white English lettering. Lorne signaled for his team to enter the room. But the door wouldn't budge, so again Lt. Rodrigez used another smaller charge to blow open the lock on it.

Ronon and Lorne were the first to enter, their weapons up, ready for anything. After the dust had cleared, they saw some kind of device sitting in the center of the room. It was glowing.

"Damn it!" shouted Lorne. Ronon punched the wall again.

Pulling out his radio, Lorne called up Rodney. "Dr. McKay?"

"Yes?"

"We found some kind of machine, you might want to come down here and take a look…later. Right now we need you to keep searching."

"There's no other signal…" replied Rodney's voice.

"HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS JOHN?" shouted a female voice.

"Hold that thought Rodney," said Lorne into his radio.

"We must be close," said Teyla, looking at him only to see Ronon race out again. "Ronon!"

3:24 am

He watched as she smacked his boots around with a metal pipe and banged against the walls with the same pipe. Only one thought came to mind. She was insane. That was it. Oh great…Thought John, I've been kidnapped by a crazy person. Oh no…a crazy person with a Gou'ld in the brain. This day just keeps getting better and better.

Feeling something moving behind him, he tried to turn his head, he managed to move it just enough to see her dragging a few things to a corner of the room. "I've saved all the data I need. This thing is useless. Now all I need is to finish this up and get out of here. Oh your going to love this John, I've got everything we need inside this duffel bag."

Staring at her, he pushed to see if he could move his legs and arms. "I wouldn't try that John," she said, moving over to him to slap his lifting hand. "It won't last too long, I promise. Just enough for us to have some fun. I'm sure you're going to like this…"

Reaching over, she unbuckled his belt and pulled it off him, tossing it into a corner somewhere. Reaching for his pants, she unzipped him, taking her time. He struggled to move but no matter what he did he could only move his arms and legs a tiny bit. Not enough to free himself or stop her.

He knew though what she was after… There were only two things he thought she would do to him, concerning the removing of pants. He shivered slightly, as the knife returned to slice open his pant legs, he guessed, to make removal of them easier.

"Now the real fun begins…" She hissed, her knife tapping his lower region through his boxers.

3:29 am

Ronon raced down a few more corridors until he was sure he was close. Slowing down to stealthy approach, he kept his ears open. He could hear the woman's voice barely. She had thrown them off once but not this time.

Holding his gun at chest range, he approached Deck F door. Though he couldn't read Ancient he didn't have to. It was written in white chalk. As if the woman had been planning this all along. Hearing silence, he shot the lock and charged in.

A cassette player sitting on the chair greeted him with a woman's voice. "Nice try, though I admire your spirit. Not close enough though. He's mine. MINE!"

Blasting the chair and player, Ronon was about to race out when something caught his eyes…a disturbed dust area near a wall panel. Walking over, he felt along the edges until the panel popped off. He could see faint footprints and something else in the dusty floor.

Smiling, Ronon muttered. "Not for long."

3:37 am

A pile of shredded, stripes of material sat nearby along with the knife she'd used to remove them. He was now in nothing but his birthday suit. It made his wounds feel pretty good though, he had to admit, as he felt his face grow hot with embarrassment.

This had gone too far already. Why hadn't the team shown up already? Where were they? These questions kept running through his mind. Why was he feeling embarrassed even? That should have been the least of his worries.

Watching her drag the duffel bag over, he saw her pull out three things. Another syringe, a blue plastic square and a tube of clear liquid. He didn't need Carson to tell him what she had in mind.

Reaching for the third syringe, she stabbed it into his abdomen but he had barely felt it.

"Wa…ah…a…r…yyy…yo…you…do….innn….g…?" slurred Sheppard, his tongue feeling numb.

"Oh nothing dear. It's just a little something to make you relax…well to make the flag rise…to make a fish into wood…as the sayings go…"Giggling, she slowly removed her coat. "I won't be needing this…well actually I won't be needing anything below the navel…"

He didn't think the saying had fish in it but he didn't care about that because she was undressing and had mentioned something about her navel. He had a really bad feeling about this.

Normally when a woman said something along the line of not needing anything below the navel in front of him, he would have been well very…what was the word? Pleased? But this was anything pleasing.

Sliding off, her own boots, he watched as she unbuckled and dropped em all. He couldn't help but look, after all it wasn't very often that he saw a woman in this state…even a crazy woman. This certainly was different. Well different then his usual line of torture.

His eyes traveled over her body. She wasn't skinny but she wasn't fat either. She had olive white skin and apparently preferred it shaved. He still didn't know quite what she looked like because she had on, a black lace mask over her eyes.

Feeling her hands sliding up his legs, he clenched his teeth, as she clutched his hips. "Now John, do you see what I meant by relax?"

He did see. Fish into wood so she had said and so it was.

3:55 am

Racing down the pathway, Ronon blasted another lock. It was the fifth he'd run across. His gun did fairly well for all of them except the last one. It was the last door before the room, the woman and Sheppard was in.

He could hear muffled yelps and the sound of something he was a little taken aback to hearing. A moaning, woman's sound.

Bashing the lock with the butt of his weapon, he blasted it one more time before it opened. The last door.

Ronon wasted no time, he shot the door and felt himself fall backwards. The last thing he was aware of, was the woman saying, "Oh that's it John, beg me to stop. Beg me. No more…"

4:08 am

Teyla arrived to find a chair and a mess of plastic strewn on the floor of the room. Thankfully Lorne and the others had kept up. They didn't see anything interesting but the sound of someone coughing down another hallway drew their attention to the panel.

Ronon had left it open. Turning on the flashlights to full power, Lorne and the rest of them raced down the hallway, passing broken glass, fish bones and a few dried out barnacles covering the walls.

Upon reaching the end, they found Ronon lying unconscious on the floor. Moving to his side, Teyla tugged on his shoulder, slowly he lifted his head. "She has a force field over the door," he muttered.

Teyla looked up to Lorne, who threw a powerbar at it (go powerbar go!) and watched the bar jump back to hit him in the hand. "Ouch!" said Lorne. "Yeah, no kidding."

"Lorne to Dr. McKay."

"This is Weir."

"Dr. Weir? We ran into some sort of force field. Tell Dr. McKay to get down here."

"Will do, Weir out."

Lorne traded looks with Teyla, as slightly, muffled laughter erupted behind the door.

4:20 am

She took her time, he felt hatred in every movement, in every feeling and in everything she was taking from him. He hated himself because twice he had almost let go. Almost found bliss…bliss from something he knew he wouldn't forget ever. She was raping him. The thought drifted into his mind, as she moaned into his shoulder.

But the thoughts that went along with that…shame, sorrow, fear or anything else just didn't feel right to him. He did feel violated…utterly violated and angry.

Suddenly she began to speed up until she had reached the height of her efforts. He felt the familiar rush as his body betrayed him. He'd tried to resist but either lack there of or because of the drugs…he'd let go. Slowly she lifted her heavy eyes to meet his. "Thanks…I knew you would give in. I fear my time is short though…we won't be having time for seconds."

John thought somewhere in his tide of emotions that coursed through him that he was relieved there wasn't going to more. More violation…of the one thing he craved…enjoyed maybe even loved to do.

Too tired to try and move. He felt her get off and move to the duffel bag again. His back was throbbing as blood leaked out of the numerous whip marks he had. Not to mention the wound on his neck and the other various knife wounds she'd made when he was unconscious earlier.

Returning to his side, she reached down and pulled a towel from her duffel on him. Covering his lower regions. "It's the least I will do for you for now. When next we meet you will be mine. Make no mistake. I'm not Gou'ld. After all a new species needs to further itself. You'd make a perfect mate. Submissive and obedient…well once I've had my way with you enough times."

As she quickly packed up everything, she turned to him. "They are here. I won't make this harder than it has to be. When they find you in here, bleeding to death, I will be long gone John. Don't think you've seen the last of me because when I come back…"

The last thing he heard her say as she pulled on the rest of her clothing and picked up the knife lying near him was, "Until later John."

Then she drew him to his side and with the knife, began to cut his bicep, leaving a mark there. He heard nothing else of what she was muttering because of the pain ringing in his ears. Once she had finished, she laid him on his back again, only to plunge the knife deep into his chest. Once he screamed out loud, she raced off down another passageway.

Feeling his eyes close, as the wound bleed out, he was thankful she'd left the towel. At least he could die with dignity.

4:25 am

Approaching the door, Rodney hefted his laptop up and shoved a marine out of the way. Just as he had been about to find a way through the force field, it deactivated. Within seconds he found himself being shoved aside, in turn, as Lorne, the team, and Ronon rushed through the door.

The scene they came upon was horrifying. There lay Sheppard in a pool of blood, numerous wounds littering his body. His clothes and various machines littering the room, as well as a contraption. What was worst was Sheppard appeared to be naked except for the towel covering him.

Radioing down to Carson, Lorne had two of his men keep an eye on Sheppard as he and Ronon raced down another passageway that one of the men's flashlights happened to spy.

In the meantime, Teyla stayed behind, kneeling beside Sheppard. One of the marine's, like most miltary men, had medical training and was able to stave off the bleeding but not able to remove the knife. Patting John's shoulder, she hoped that Carson would arrive in time.

"Lie still Colonel. Help is on the way," Teyla said, as he tried to move.

"How is he?" asked Rodney, closing his laptop as he stood at the doorway.

"I don't know…" said the Marine, trying to put some bandages on John's wounds.

When a few minutes had passed, Rodney saw John's eyes flickering. "John?" asked Teyla, her hand resting on his forehead.

"Tey…la…?"

"Yes it is me."

"Whe...re am I…"

Teyla looked up to see Rodney's worried look. This wasn't good.

A/N: Oww evil…