They were supposed to be allies. They had exchanged gifts and flowery speeches, and everything had been just hunky-dory.
Until the bastards turned around and kidnapped Elizabeth.
Which was how he ended up with an ax - a fucking ax - trying to break down a door. He could hear fighting down the hall, knew that Lorne and Ronon were holding off the guards. He just needed to get through this damn door.
His heart pounded as the wood splintered. He didn't know if Elizabeth was in there alone, or what they had done to her...He shook his head and gritted his teeth. He'd put the ax right through anyone touching her.
When the door finally crashed open, John burst into the room, weapon held high.
Elizabeth stood in the center of the cell, one hand chained to a table. A single guard lay unconscious at her feet, and she fixed John with her patented stare.
"An ax? Really?"
He pointed to the guard. "Care to explain?"
She shrugged, somehow looking regal even as a prisoner. "He had the unfortunate misconception that he could have whatever he wanted."
The implications of that made him wince inside, but he gave her a cheeky grin. "Well hopefully he's learned the error of his ways." He pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "We're escaping. Wanna come?"
Elizabeth gave him a soft smile, and his stomach lurched when he realized how much he wanted to fold her up in his arms.
"I'd love to."