A.N.- I don't own Stargate, blah, blah, blah
Trouble: chapter three
Tears streamed down Teyla's cheeks as she watched her commanding officer beaten in front of her. Though he was not just her C.O. He was also a close friend and a man who she had always hoped to become a strong male leader in her child's life, but now she stood here, helplessly watching as the Colonel was struck again and again. His eyes were squeezed shut against the pain and he shook as the pain enhancer ran through his veins. She nearly fainted as John couldn't withhold his scream any longer, Evan's strong arm encircling her waist to provide support. Anger filled her as Sora stepped into view, the soldier behind John still swinging chain across his prisoner's back and shoulders.
"Will you surrender?" She asked, idly shrugging her red hair off her shoulder.
Teyla shook her head, knowing Sora could not see her but she did not have the voice to speak. Rodney did it for her.
"No, and you should kno-" He began but the former Genii officer cut him off.
"Very well, four hours." Her voice carrying no emotion. With that the transmission was cut, leaving Teyla to stare at a blank screen, shaking minutely due to what she had just witnessed.
"I'm going." She said, cutting off Carter and McKay, who had began to talk behind her.
"What?!" Rodney spoke up as Sam just looked at her.
"I'm going to turn myself in." Teyla said again.
"You can't, Teyla." Carter put and hand on the woman's shoulder. "Think about this, you have a baby that you need to be there for. We will not let you sacrifice that baby or yourself for John's life and neither would he."
"Just attach a transmitter to me so you can track me.." Teyla continued, not hearing Colonel Carter. All her thoughts were on rescuing John.
"Teyla, be real. Sora's not gonna give us Sheppard once she has you too and what if she kills you on sight, huh? Then your baby's dead, your dead, and Sheppard's dead. It doesn't make any sense to kill all three of you." Rodney put in his two cents which measuring by quantity was always equivalent to much more.
Ronon was the one who finally clenched it and broke through her denial, in his deep and seldom used voice. "Protecting you is what Sheppard's fighting for so don't take it away. He needs something to fight for."
Teyla nodded, tears still streaming down her face. Keller who had stood slightly out of the group now stepped in. "Let's get you to your quarters." She said softly, taking Teyla by the arm and steering out of the room.
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Sheppard had thought it was over. Sora had turned off the M.A.L.P., told Atlantis another four hours, and had even dismissed the man, who had not left without a kick to Sheppard's swollen ankle, but Sora had other plans. John's vision was hazed with pain but no matter how he wished he could not sink into the darkness. His captor strutted around him, running a hand through his hair and along his arms. John hissed each time she found a bruise, her hand pushing a little harder. He nearly yelped as she pulled his head back suddenly. When he opened his eyes he found himself looking up into Sora's green eyes. She leaned in for a kiss, a kiss that broke his split lips open again and though small in comparison, ignited him with pain due to the drugs. Her hands began to roam over his chest and back, causing him to moan into her mouth. Sora took the opportunity to force herself entry, her tongue nearly choking him as it broke past his lips. Sheppard had to fight the strong urge to bite her tongue, knowing it would only cause him more trouble. He finally managed to pull himself away from her, panting slightly.
"I..I don't really...go for..fast girls..." He managed to gasp out through the pain.
Sora smiled and pulled a small knife from her belt. "Who's says I'm fast?" She asked, silkily. She walked behind him and proceeded to slowly cut away at his t-shirt, playfully tugging it from his body. John nearly screamed when the blade first nicked his skin. Though the enhancer was somewhat worn off it was still doing its job. Soon adding to his collection of swelling and bruises, his back was also a mass of superficial cuts, slowly leaking blood down his skin and onto the floor. She had been right about one thing, John thought, she wasn't fast. She had taken her sweet time dragging the small knife across his skin, watching him squirm. He gasped in shock as her tongue trailed across the cuts on his shoulders until she reached his ear and gently nibbled on his lobe.
"A bit ..of a ..sicko sadist?" His sarcasm was rewarded with another flick of the knife, this time across his chest and Sora forcing his head around so she could take his mouth into hers again. He moaned from the pain once again but was wise enough to keep his lips sealed shut. Realizing this, Sora pushed one hand deep into a bruise covering Sheppard's kidney, eliciting a muffled scream which again allowed her access.
"A..Always thought you had ..a thing for Ladin." He mumbled as she turned her attention to John's hair, running her fingers through it and kissing the back of his neck. She stopped when he mentioned Radims name.
"Radim is a coward." She said, roughly, scoring his underarm with another mark.
"Sorry...touchy subject." He hissed, "J..just thought..that since-" She began to trail her knife up and down his chest, not drawing blood at the moment, simply teasing him. "since..you seem to...like me..we could at least...." He finished just as she pushed the knife in a fraction of an inch above his heart.
"Talk is boring." She answered, pulling his lips once again into hers, though this time she did not pause, ramming her tongue down his throat, eliciting a gag. He pulled away and coughed, panting heavily. She waited for him to recover before repeating the process. Again he was left gagging as she eyed him playfully. When she tried again, he had his lips locked tight but Sora found that pushing into the small of his back would force a scream and grand her access. Soon he was coughing up blood and bile, wrenching his stomach empty. The fourth time she found Sheppard to have strong jaws and hard teeth. She pulled back with a shriek. Touching the tip of her tongue, Sora found her fingers bloody. Anger filled her eyes and her back hand slap had John biting his own tongue. He gasped as the chain came into contact with his back once again, breaking open all the newly formed scabs. John's captor's rage eventually died down and she stalked from the room after delivering a final kick to Sheppard's stomach. John groaned, doubling over as far as the chain would allow. His back throbbed in time with his beating heart, blood sluggishly oozing down his skin as it dried.
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Sara sat alone in her shadow, watching as Sora had the man, John, he had said his name was, beaten in front of the device. They pumped him full of the Hecine drug, a drug of which effects Sara was very aware, till he was trembling on the ends of the chains. She had never witnessed such of a high dose, but the man was strong and stubborn it turned out. Sora shut off the device and sent the guard away, John pushed himself to his knees, waiting for Sora to leave as well but she didn't. Instead, Sora began to play with John, kissing him all the while she carved into him with her knife. John remained strong through it, adding a sarcastic comment here and there. Sara had not seen such strength in a very long time. The man finally seemed to get himself in too deep when he bit down on Sora's tongue, so she beat John near unconsciousness.
Sara crept out of her hiding place once Sora was gone, crawling over to Sheppard. Trembling she lightly touched her finger tips to the man's abused back. A flinch traveled his muscles and she heard a quiet whimper through his cracked lips.
"I'm just gonna clean the cuts," She told him softly, pulling a small rag from her belt. She retrieved a small bowl of water from her corner and brought it to him. Pushing it to his lips, she held the bowl steady but most of the water ended up falling onto John's chest, causing him to shiver. Sara dabbed the tip of the cloth into the remaining water and began to gently clean the blood from his back.
"Thanks," John whispered before he fell limply on the chains, nearly unconscious, the adrenaline flow slowing once again. Panicking, Sara checked his pulse, finding it steady. She heaved a sigh of relief and began her work again.
An hour past before John was aware of his surroundings again. He forced his head up, his neck protesting after having remained in the same position for the extended period. Blinking to clear his vision, he focused on Sara who was tinkering around with the M.A.L.P. She jumped back as one of the wires sparked when she fiddled with it.
"W..What are you doing?" Sheppard asked, his hoarse voice startling her.
"I'm trying to rig this to send a message to your people next time they are contacted." She answered him, motioning to the mess of cables and wires. "But these systems are new to me."
"Think you can do it?" John asked.
"Maybe, the real question is how to hide the message so they will not detect it."
"Morse code, can you send a series of short and long notes?"
Sara shook her head. "Not that would not be detected."
"Don't suppose Sateda has any codes that would work?" Sheppard shifted his weight, stretching his ankle out to the side, his ankle a vast array of blue, green, purple, yellow, and black. It was sure to be broken by now or at least fractured.
"They would do no good, your people would not know the key." She looked thoughtful turning back to her work.
"No, but Ronon, uh..the Satedan I know, should or at least we can hope." John looked at her with almost pleading eyes. "We have to try everything."
Sara smiled as she remembered what he had said about the Satedan he knew. Turning back to the machine she began to cobble together the code, leaving John's thoughts to wander through his exhausted stupor.
A.N.- Thank you everyone who is staying with me!! I'm not the best writer and I only do it for fun, but it always makes me all bubbly inside when people like my stuff. It makes me feel less like a freak of humanity. :)